Soul Land's

Chapter 1: Part 3

Tang San nodded slightly. Being a blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable profession for him to create hidden weapons, he said,

“Dad, you're getting older. For a few years, until I grow up a little bit, please teach me how to forge kitchen utensils and let me take over your work. ”

Previously he that he had made was the most appropriate hidden weapon, and instead he had never learned to forge the simplest one.

Tang Hao was a little dazed, muttering:

“Blacksmith is not too bad either.”

While pulling out an old chair, sitting directly by the pig iron pile, he sluggishly spoke:

“San small, tell me, what kind of blacksmith, best blacksmith.”

Tang San thought about it, then said:

“The best blacksmiths should be capable of divine tools.”

With what the villagers said, divine equipment existed in this world, although he did not know exactly what divine tools were. But called ‘divine’, presumably they should be pretty good.

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

“Divine tools? Little San also knew about divine tools. Then tell me, what should be used to make a divine tool? ”

Tang San thought this was unexpected, and immediately said:

“Best material, of course.”

Tang Hao extended his index finger, swinging it to Tang San's face, and,

“If you want to become a master blacksmith, remember my words: someone who uses high-end materials to make divine tools, it is not the best blacksmith; at most it is just a synthesizer. The best blacksmiths would create divine tools using common materials. ”

“Using ordinary iron to forge divine equipment?”

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 in a single time.

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

“If you are thinking about becoming a blacksmith and learning forging from me, then first you should hammer this ten thousand times. Not until then will you qualify. “

It was an ordinary iron beam, containing a lot of impurities. Compared to the chunk of iron source, he could not even tell how much worse it was.

“Now, you can still change your mind.”

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

“Dad, I want to try it.”

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

“Good.”

With one word, he walked past, took out a large lump of iron on his arm, and directly placed it near the bellows in the workshop. As long as the 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 a strong resolution. Otherwise, he could not rely on a single dilapidated image to produce the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, the mechanical hidden weapon of the Tang Sect. It was consumed for ten years in his life.

Igniting the charcoal fire, pumping the bellows, he started working on his own.

Shushu. Sounds rose from the bellows, flames being emitted within the coal furnace, burning the huge lump of iron. Although Tang San did not know anything forging it, he had watched Tang Hao make farming equipment every day, and he knew the correct process.

Just as the lump of iron gradually turned red, he dragged Tang Hao's usual hammer, letting it fall to the ground. This long-handled iron hammer was even taller than him, and an ordinary child of five or six could not move it at all, let alone use it to fake.

But Tang San still picked it up. With the Mysterious Heavenly Skill 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 sounded with a clear and meldud soun. This was Tang San's first hammer, and a prelude to forging.

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

“He can really lift the hammer, was he born with super strength?”

Dong dong dong dong. A thumping sound began to rise from the blacksmith shop. Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son, continued their prose lives, but with a difference: starting from today, Tang Hao let Tang San play with the other furnaces in the room, pounding a lump of iron on his own fake. She did not instruct Tang San with a single sentence, but also from today onwards, Tang Hao's drinking was reduced a little, and the family's meals also increased a little.

Forging was a truly tedious and exhausting process, but Tang San still considered this to be the correct way to temper 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 a Mysterious Heavenly Skill.

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 recover, and after his inner strength recovered, he immediately went back to hammer.

This was not just forging his body. Repeatedly thinning and restoring, was also a good way to forge his Mysterious Heaven's Path Skill and will. Unfortunately, the bottleneck level Mysterious Heaven Skill still looked as an impenetrable barrier. Tang San's practice could not be said to be not too painstaking, but with his sufficient natural talent, he was still unable to break through and enter the second level.

But his training was not in vain. Although the Mysterious Heaven skill was unable to break through, its internal strength was still firm along with the buildup of iron, and its recovery speed seemed to be slightly faster than before.

As eleven days passed, Tang San had already swung the hammer over 8000 times, the lump of iron constantly becoming smaller. That's less than a third of its original volume. As his training and quantity of food increased, his body became somewhat dense and his physical strength seemed to gradually evolve. 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 smashed the hammer a thousand times, the lump of iron must have changed, it was a small circle, and even though the center of the blazing fire burned red, he could still understand that/that dirt on the inside seemed to be decreasing a lot.

Teasing into steel, this word appeared in Tang San's mind. This also made him even more confident of completing ten thousand hammer strikes. The distance to this destination is very close.

Tang San's steadfastness greatly shocked Tang Hao. To him it seemed that even if this son of his was born with superhuman strength, it should be impossible to last more than three days. The handle of the iron hammer was made rough to prevent slipping, and it would definitely cause extreme injuries to the palm. But she discovered that/that even though Tang San was forging honestly, her two young and tender little hands did not seem to change. Not even a blister appeared.

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