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Chapter 1: Part 2

The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record only explained the six types of martial skills, separated into the Mysterious Heaven Skill power internal technique, the skill hand technique of practicing the Mysterious Jade Hand, the vision of the Purple Demonic Eye cultivation technique, the vision of the Purple Demonic Eye, capture techniques Controlling the Dragon Catching Crane, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track body light techniques, as well as the hidden weapon usage technique, Weapon Hundred Separation.

The first five were the basics; after all, without a strong foundation, how could one bring the essence of the Tang Sect's hidden weapons?

After starting to practice the Mysterious Heavenly Skill at the age of one, Tang San, who was currently close to six years old, was still laying the foundation.

Tang San's family lived on the west side of the Holy Spirit village, next to the village chief's place. The three-room mud brick house could be said to be the roughest in the entire village. It had a wooden plaque one meter in diameter above the door, painted with a simple hammer. The hammer in this world was the most widespread symbol of a blacksmith.

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

In this world, blacksmithing could be said to be the simplest profession. This was because none of the best weapons of this world, for some reason, were forged by blacksmiths.

Even so, since only blacksmiths came from this village, the Tang San family should not be this severe with such a small income ……

Entering the house, Tang San had already smelled the fragrant smell of rice. It wasn't Tang Hao who made her breakfast, but rather she cooked for Tang Hao.

Starting from four years old, before Tang San was tall enough to reach the kitchen table, cooking was already his daily task, even if he had to stand on a bench to be able to reach the top of the kitchen table.

It wasn't because Tang Hao was suing her, but rather because if she didn't do so, Tang San would practically never be able to eat the contents.

Arriving in front of the kitchen counter, he stood on a wooden bench quietly, lifting the lid of a large iron cooking pot, the fragrant aroma of rice coming out. The porridge has been cooked thoroughly for a long time.

Every day, before climbing the hill, Tang San always made sure to put rice in the pot for cooking and preparing firewood so that when he returned, the porridge would be well cooked.

Taking the two worn-out bowls with over ten notches from the table to the side, Tang San very carefully stuffed the porridge into the two bowls and placed it on the table behind him. The congee rice seeds could practically be counted with the eyes, and for Tang San's body growth, these small nutrients were clearly not enough, this was also the reason why his body was as thin as a thread.

“Dad, food.”

Tang San called out.

After a long time, the curtains of the inner room door were lifted, and a large figure appeared with somewhat shocking steps and walked out.

I was a middle-aged man, his appearance looked almost fifty years old. Her stature was still unusually large and powerful, although one did not dare to praise her dress style.

The robe he wore was covered with holes, without many patches, exposed to bronze-colored skin. Her good face now looked colorful. He had a pair of drowsy, dazed eyes, messy hair that looked like a bird's nest, a beard that already knew how long without being straightened. A gloomy and lifeless look was visible in his eyes. Although the night had already passed, she still smelled of alcohol, yet Tang San did not pout.

This is Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.

As an adult, Tang San never knew that paternal love. The way Tang Hao treated her was always the same, regardless of the start. Although she knew to make a little food for her to eat, nevertheless, as time went on, right after Tang San started taking the initiative to cook, Tang Hao became increasingly indifferent to anything. This way their homes are so poor that they do not even have decent furniture. Food was also a problem, especially since Tang Hao used all of the scant blacksmith's income to trade for alcohol.

While Tang San was a big boy, his father really was also around 30 years old, getting married so early even before thirty years old, he said, but Tang Hao had to be compared to someone much older, he looked more like Tang San's grandfather.

With regards to Tang Hao's behavior, Tang San carried no hatred. In his former life, he was an orphan. In this lifetime, even though Tang Hao treated her badly, she at least had a family. For Tang San, this already made him feel satisfied. At least here was someone he could call father.

“Dad, slow down, still hot.”

Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and filled it with porridge. He also took his own bowl.

Within the Tang Sect, he could never leave and very rarely come into contact with outside matters. Needless to say that/it was like an empty slate, ending up in this world she became like a child again, and also had nothing she could not accept.

Very quickly, a porridge pot with seven or eight bowls all went into Tang Hao's stomach. Letting out a breath, he placed the bowl on the table. The eyelids drooped slightly open, looking at Tang San.

“You continue the work you have, I will work in the afternoon. I'm gonna go to bed for a while. ”

Tang Hao's work and resting habits had a very regular pattern: sleeping all morning, making some farm equipment in the afternoon, obtaining income, and drinking at night.

“OK, dad.”

Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao stood up. After having a few bowls of porridge, he no longer swung, and walked towards the inner chamber.

“Dad.”

Tang San suddenly exclaimed.

Tang Hao paused, turning to look at her, his eyebrows clearly showed a hint of impatience.

Tang San pointed at the corner with a piece of shining black pig iron:

“Pieces of this iron, can you give it to me to use?”

In his previous incarnation he was the most outstanding outer disciple of the Tang Sect, he was very familiar with the creation of every kind of hidden weapon. Naturally, back then all kinds of materials were supplied by the Tang Sect. But in this new world, even though he practiced for a few years, his strength was still not far enough. Moreover, he was never willing to give up on making the most advanced hidden weapons. Right now he had already tried forging some hidden weapons, but finding enough materials was a big deal.

Tang Hao forged agricultural tools from metal received from villagers. It was all pure, very common iron. It was all extremely difficult to use for high-quality hidden weapons. The pieces of iron pigs Tang San was currently pointing at, delivered just yesterday, had astonished Tang San, these pieces of iron ore were actually bound to contain a source of iron, which was perfect for making hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's gaze shifted to the pig iron,

“Hahs. Isn't this okay sajabesi?”

Walking over to look, she turned to look at Tang San,

“You want to be a blacksmith?”

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