MTL - Guardian of Douluo-Chapter 3

"Pfft." Hearing Tang Hao's question, Tang Nian laughed unkindly. You know, he's not Tang San who doesn't know anything. The son of Haotian Douluo, the soul of another world, with a secret treasure, how could such a person only become a blacksmith in his life.

However, Tang Nian, who still thought it was ridiculous at first, thought of the pressure Tang San might bear in the future, and suddenly he couldn't laugh, maybe it would be good to be a blacksmith.

Here Tang San looked at Tang Nian who suddenly laughed out loud, and suddenly became low, and asked strangely, "Xiao Nian, what's wrong with you, is there any problem?"

Seeing something was wrong with Tang Nian, Tang San decided to talk to him alone at night, now to answer Tang Hao's question, Tang San nodded, the blacksmith profession is undoubtedly the most suitable for him to build hidden weapons Yes, "Dad, you are getting older. In a few years, when I am older, you will teach me to build kitchen utensils, and let me take over your job." In the past, he did the most sophisticated hidden weapon manufacturing work, the simplest work. The forging he will not.

Tang Hao was slightly absent-minded, and muttered: "The blacksmith, it seems to be not bad." Pulling an old chair, he sat down directly in front of the piece of pig iron, and said lazily: "Little San, tell me what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith."

Tang San thought for a while, then said, "A blacksmith who can create an artifact should be the best blacksmith."

He once heard people in the village say that there are artifacts in this world, even though he doesn't know what artifacts are. But with a word of God, it should be good to think about it.

Tang Hao's eyes flashed a sneering brilliance, "Artifact? Xiaosan also knows about the artifact. Then tell me, what is the artifact made of?"

Tang San didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Of course the best materials are used."

Tang Hao stretched out a forefinger and shook it in front of Tang San, "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, use first-class materials to build artifacts, that's not the best A blacksmith is, at most, a synthesizer. A divine craftsman is a craftsman who builds artifacts out of ordinary iron.”

Tang Nian's eyes narrowed slightly. Obviously, Tang Hao's words surprised him. Of course, after a moment, he pouted again and muttered, "Use ordinary iron to create an artifact. It's not something that ordinary people can do, how can an ordinary blacksmith do such a thing, Dad, you are bragging."

Tang Hao looked at the son with a little deep meaning, but instead of refuting, he stood up and pointed to a large iron lump on the other side of the room with a square of fifty centimeters, "Want to become a blacksmith, and I Learn to forge. Then, you must first forge it 10,000 times with a hammer. This is the qualification."

"Now, you can change your mind." Tang Hao said lightly. He turned to look at Tang Nian again, "But I know what needs to be done to create an artifact." After speaking, he was ready to go back to sleep.

"Oh, that dad is amazing." Tang Nian praised Tang Hao and yawned again, ready to take a nap. This nap was probably because other than Tang San, ordinary people couldn't wake him up.

"Dad, I'm willing to try." But here Tang San's voice interrupted their strange picture, his voice was clear and calm, but contained a certain firmness.

Tang Hao turned his head and looked at him in surprise, "Okay." As he spoke, he walked over, picked up the big iron lump, and placed it directly on the stove beside the bellows , as long as the charcoal fire is ignited, it can be forged. After doing this, Tang Hao went back to sleep.

Tang San is a determined person, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to create Buddha's Fury Tanglian, the top secret weapon of the Tangmen, with a dilapidated blueprint. It took him ten years.

Tang Nian on the side looked at it, sighed, walked to the fire, lit the charcoal fire, and pulled the bellows.

Tang San looked at Tang Nian with a knowing smile on his face, he knew that Tang Nian was going to give up sleeping time to help himself, watching this scene made Tang San feel better. Instead, start getting more serious.

The whirring sound of the bellows sounded, and flames emerged from the charcoal stove, burning the big iron lump. Although Tang San did not know how to forge, he often watched Tang Hao The process of building farm tools is still known. When Tie Tuo gradually became red, he dragged Tang Hao's usual hammer and placed it on the ground. This long-handled hammer was even a little taller than his height. Ordinary five- or six-year-old children could Impossible to move, let alone wield it to forge. But Tang San still picked it up, Xuantian's skill spread all over his body, even though he had not yet broken through the first level, he also possessed the strength of an adult. When—, the iron hammer collided with the iron lump, making a crisp sound, this was Tang San's first hammer blow, and it also opened the prelude to the forging.

In the middle, Tang Hao, who was lying on the bed, turned over, even though he closed his eyes, his face was still a little surprised, and he murmured, "I can actually hold a hammer. , Are you born with divine power?" He remembered Tang Nian's deep question and smile, "As long as they are the children of my third sister and I."

He got another stove in Tang San's room and let him forge the iron lump himself.

He didn't point out Tang San, but from this day on, Tang Hao drank less wine and had more food at home.

Forging is definitely a boring and tiring process, but Tang San regards it as training his body. Tang Nian was always by his side. Eleven days of hard work allowed him to swing about a hundred hammers. Whenever his skills were exhausted, he would sit cross-legged on the ground to recover, and he would continue to beat as soon as his internal strength returned.

This is not just a physical exercise, repeated consumption and recovery, it is also a good exercise for his Xuantian skills and will. It's a pity that the bottleneck of the first stage of Xuan Tiangong is like an indestructible barrier. Tang San's cultivation is not without hard work, and his talent is enough, but he just can't break through and enter the second stage.

Hurry up. Seeing his progress, Tang Nian turned against his previous laziness, and began to consume Xuan Tian Gong every day, and his recovery was even comparable to Tang San's speed.

Eleven days passed, Tang San had swung more than 8,000 hammers, the iron lump kept getting smaller, and it was less than one-third of its original size. With the increase in physical exercise and food, his body became a little stronger, as if a force from the body was gradually injected into his body, so that during the continuous forging process, the consumption of internal force was gradually decreasing. As Tang Nian didn't have as much exercise as Tang San, he looked a little thinner than Tang San.

And when Tang San added all his internal strength, his strength also increased a lot. When he smashed a thousand hammers, the iron lump had already changed to a certain extent, and it was a whole circle smaller. Although it burned red in the charcoal fire, it could be vaguely seen that the impurities inside seemed to have decreased a lot.

And it's very close to that goal. Tang San's persistence surprised Tang Hao. In his opinion, even if his son was born with divine power, he couldn't persist for more than three days. The handle of the hammer is so rough to prevent slippage, and the constant swinging and friction with the palm will inevitably cause great damage to the palm. But he discovered that although Tang San was actually forging, his immature little hands didn't seem to have changed at all. Not even a single blister.

Tang Nian too, Tang Hao was not surprised that he gave up sleeping to accompany Tang San, he knew that Tang Nian attached great importance to Tang San, at least the most important thing so far must be Tang San. What surprised him was that Tang Nian, who had been attacking Tang San there, was not injured anywhere, just like Tang San.

One and two are like this, Tang Hao couldn't help but twitched his mouth, and then smiled again, two stinky boys, they can't hide it from anyone.