Douluo Continent

Chapter 1 Douluo Continent, Tang San in the Other World (2)

Episode 1 World Douluo Chapter 1 Douluo Dalu, Other World Tang San (2)

There were only six types of martial arts recorded in Xuantian Treasure Records, namely Xuantian Kungfu, the method of inner strength, and Xuanyuhand, the method of practicing hands. The eye-training method was the Magic Disciple Ziji. The grasping method was to control the stork and capture the dragon, the body lightening method was the method of ghosts and shadows, and the method of using hidden weapons, all hidden weapons could be solved.

The first five are the basics. There is no solid base. How could it bring out Tangmen's hidden weapon essence?

She started practicing Xuantian Kung when she was over a year old, and now Tang San was almost six years old. He still laid the foundation.

The Tang San Family lived on the west side of the Sacred Soul Village. In the village chief, three adobe houses could be said to be the roughest in the entire village. On the large roof in the middle, there was a wooden sign with a diameter of about one meter, with a simple hammer painted on it The widest representative meaning of the hammer in this world refers to the blacksmith.

Right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith. The only ironman in the village.

in this world. Blacksmithing can be said to be one of the most humble professions. For some special reason, there were no world top weapons forged by blacksmiths.

However, as the only blacksmith in this village, the Tang San family should not be too poor, but. That small income is mostly...

As soon as you enter the house. Tang San could already smell the sharp aroma of rice, not because Tang Hao made breakfast for her, but he made it for Tang Hao.

Since the age of four. When Tang San's height wasn't enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already his daily work. Even if you have to step on the bench to get to the stove.

Not because Tang Hao asked her to do this, but because he didn't. Tang San almost never had enough time to eat.

When he came to the stove, he stepped on the wooden bench skillfully. Lift the lid of the big iron pot. The sharp smell of rice came, and the porridge inside the pot was already overcooked.

Every day before the mountain. Tang San would put rice in the pot. Prepare firewood. When he came back, the porridge was ready.

Taking two bowls beside the stove that had more than ten broken holes, Tang San carefully filled two bowls of porridge. Placing it on the table behind him, the rice grains in the porridge could be counted at a glance, for Tang San with a long body, this little bit of nutrition was obviously not enough. This was also why his body was so slender.

"Dad. Time to eat," call Tang San.

After a while, the inner door curtain was lifted. The tall figure walked out with somewhat surprising steps.

It was a middle-aged man. It seems like he is approaching fifty years old. But her figure was very tall and stocky, but her dress was not good.

A torn robe was worn on the body, even without a patch on it, exposing the bronze-colored skin underneath, but the originally decent facial features were covered with a waxy, yellow layer, with drowsy eyes and messy hair like a bird's nest.The beard on his face was not tidied up for days, his eyes were dull and dim, though one night had passed, and the, the smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown.

From small to big. Tang San had no idea what fatherly love was. Tang Hao to her. It was never ignored. At first, I would cook food for him. But over time. When Tang San started cooking on his own initiative, Tang Hao did not care about anything, His family was so poor that they did not even have decent tables and chairs. Eating was also a problem, the main reason being that Tang Hao exchanged his meager income as a subway carpenter for wine.

A child who was on the same side as Tang San. Fathers are usually around thirty years old. Married early even before the age of thirty. But Tang Hao looked much older than them. Instead, he looked like Tang San's grandfather.

At Tang Hao's attitude, Tang San had never complained, in his previous life. She was an orphan, in this life, even though Tang Hao treated her badly. But at least there are loved ones. To Tang San. This made him very satisfied. Least. There's a guy here who calls him Papa.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, and poured the porridge into his stomach without fear of blistering. Only then did the dark yellow skin look a little more lustrous.

"Dad, drink slowly. There's more," Tang San took the bowl from his father. Serve him another bowl of porridge. He also took a bowl of porridge and drank it.

When he was in Tangmen, he never went from there, and he had little contact with outside affairs. It was like a blank piece of paper, but it came into this world. Be a child again. Nothing is unacceptable.

Immediately, 70% to 80% of the porridge pot went into Tang Hao's stomach, he took a deep breath, and placed the bowl on the table. The drooping eyelids opened slightly, staring at Tang San.

"If you have a job, take it first. I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll take a little nap."

Tang Hao's work and rest habits were very regular, and he slept in the morning. Build some farm equipment in the afternoon. As income, drink at night.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao stood up. After drinking a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped trembling. Get inside.

"Dad." Suddenly Tang San called out.

Tang Hao stood still. Turn around to look at him. There was clearly a hint of impatience between the eyebrows.

Tang San pointed to a piece of raw iron in the corner with a layer of dim bird light: "Can this iron be used for me?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer disciple of the Tang Sect, very familiar with making all sorts of hidden weapons of course. Back then, all kinds of materials were provided by Tangmen. After arriving in this world, even though he had been training for several years. Yet his strength was still far from enough, at the same time, he had never thought of giving up the creation of his best hidden weapon. He had already started trying to forge some hidden weapons. But material has become a big problem.

The metals that Tang Hao used to make agricultural tools were all sent by the villagers. They're all iron with a lot of dirt. It was difficult to create a sophisticated hidden weapon, and the crude iron piece Tang San had pointed to had just been delivered yesterday. Which shocked Tang San. This piece of iron ore actually contains a certain amount of iron ore. It is suitable for creating hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's eyes turned to coarse iron. "Huh, is there an iron essence here?" Walking over and looking down, then turned his head towards Tang San, "Do you want to become a blacksmith in the future?"