Soul Land (Spirit World)

Other World III

Tang San slightly nodded. Being a blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable profession needed to create a forbidden weapon, he said,

"Dad, you're getting old. For a few years, until I grow up a little bit, please teach me how to make kitchen utensils and let me take over your job."

Previously he had only made the most appropriate forbidden weapon, and instead he had never learned the simplest forging.

Tang Hao was a little dazed, muttering:

"Iron Blacksmith doesn't look bad either."

While pulling out one worn chair, sitting directly near the pig iron pile, he slowly spoke:

"Little San, tell me, what kind of blacksmith, who is the best blacksmith. "

Tang San thought about it, then said:

"The best blacksmiths must be able to make divine tools. "

With what the villagers said, a divine tool existed in this world, although he did not know exactly what the divine tool was. But it is called 'divine', which means very good.

In Tang Hao's eyes flashed a gleam of humor,

"Divine tools? Little San also knew about the divine tools. Then tell me, what should be used to make divine tools? "

Tang San thought this was unexpected, and immediately said:

"Best stuff, of course. "

Tang Hao stretched out his index finger, wagging it on Tang San's face,

"If you want to become an expert blacksmith, remember my words: someone who uses high-end materials to make divine tools, it's not the best blacksmith; at most it's just a clone. The best blacksmiths will make divine tools using common materials. "

"Using ordinary iron to forge divine tools?"

Tang San, somewhat startled, looked at Tang Hao. Normally, Tang Hao very rarely spoke to him; today it had already been counted as the most at once.

Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to the fifty-centimeter large iron block on the other side of the room,

"If you are thinking of becoming a blacksmith and learning to forge from me, then you should first hammer this ten thousand times. Finish it and you'll qualify. "

It was an ordinary iron beam, containing many impurities. Compared to the lump of iron source, he did not even know how severe it was.

"Right now, you can still change your mind."

Tang Hao spoke indifferently, already preparing to return to the inner room to sleep.

Tang San's voice was clear and calm, yet firm.

Tang Hao, somewhat surprised, looked at her, looking at her,

"Good . "

With one word, he walked past, took out a large lump of iron in his hand, and directly placed it near the place of wandering in the workshop. As long as a coal fire was ignited, it could be used for forging.

After finishing this, Tang Hao returned to the inner room to sleep.

Tang San was a person with high resolution. Otherwise, he could not rely on a single dilapidated image to produce the Anger of Tang Lotus Buddha, the strongest mechanical weapon of the Tang Sect. He spent ten years of his life.

Igniting the charcoal fire, pumping out the exhaling, he began to work on his own.

Shushu. A sound rose from the exhalation, flames were emitted within the coal furnace, scorching out the huge lump of iron. Although Tang San did not know forging, he had watched Tang Hao forging agricultural tools every day, and he knew the correct process.

Just as the lump of iron gradually became red hot, he dragged the hammer that Tang Hao used to wear, letting it fall to the ground. This long-handled iron hammer was even taller than him, and an ordinary five or six year old child was unable to move it at all, let alone hold it to forge.

But Tang San still held him back. With the ability of the Invisible Sky strengthening his entire body, despite not having broken through to the first level, he already possessed physical strength comparable to an adult.

When the iron hammer collided with the lump of iron again and again, it produced a sound with a loud and melodious sound. This was Tang San's first hammer strike, and was the beginning of forging.

In the inner room, lying on the bed, Tang Hao turned around. Even though his eyes were closed, his facial expression was somewhat astonished, muttering in his sleep,

"He can really lift a hammer, was he born with superhuman strength?

Dong dong dong dong. The sound of knocking started to sound from the blacksmith's workshop. Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son, continued their ordinary lives, but with a difference: starting from today, Tang Hao let Tang San play with the other furnaces in the room, he said, banging the lump of iron on his own workshop. She did not instruct Tang San with a single sentence, but also from today onwards, Tang Hao's hangovers were slightly reduced, and the family's meals also increased slightly.

Forging was a truly tedious and exhausting process, but Tang San still considered this to be the correct way to train his body. When eleven days had passed, he had already forged many times, it felt like swinging an iron hammer, he could not only rely on the physical strength of his body, and had to use the help of the Invisible Sky Ability.

His entire strength was enough to swing the hammer a hundred times or so. Every time his strength was about to run out, he sat cross-legged on the ground to rest, and once his inner strength recovered, he immediately returned to hammer.

This is not just getting his body trained. Repeatedly thinning and recovering, was also a good way to control the Invisible Sky Ability. Unfortunately, the first level barrier of the Invisible Sky Ability still looked like it was an impenetrable barrier. Tang San's practice could not be said to be not exhausting, but with his vast natural talent, he was still unable to break through and enter the second level.

But his training was clearly not in vain. Although the ability of the Invisible Sky was impenetrable, his inner strength strengthened in line with his iron forging, and his recovery speed seemed a little faster than before.

As eleven days passed, Tang San had swung the hammer over 8000 times, the lump of iron constantly becoming smaller. Less than one-third of its original volume. As his training and quantity of food increased, his body became somewhat dense and his physical strength seemed to evolve gradually. As a result, during the unrelenting process of forging, the consumption of inner strength gradually decreased. With the increase in the duration of his inner strength, his physical strength had also increased tremendously.

When he struck the hammer a thousand times, the lump of iron had changed; it was a small circle, and though the center of the fire was burning red hot, it had turned, he could still vaguely sense that the impurities within it seemed to have decreased a lot.

Being steel, this word appeared in Tang San's mind. This also made him even more determined to reach ten thousand hammer blows. The distance to this destination is very close.

Tang San's persistence greatly shocked Tang Hao. To him it seemed that even if this son of his was born with superhuman strength, it would be impossible to last more than three days. The handle of the iron hammer was rough to prevent slipping, and it would definitely cause severe injuries to the palm. But he discovered that even though Tang San was forging honestly, his two young and tender hands did not seem to change. Not even blisters appear.