Douluo Dalu

Today's second, the trouble book collectors collect and recommend. Tomorrow will be the three, and the meeting will be held at 12 o'clock in the evening.

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There are only six kinds of martial arts recorded in Xuantianbao's record. They are the inner strength of the mind, the mysterious heavenly power, the method of practicing the hand of Xuanyu, the method of practicing the eye, the purple konjac, the method of controlling the crane, and the ghost of the light body. And the method of using the hidden weapon, the hidden weapon is a solution.

The first five are the foundations. Without a solid foundation, how can we play the essence of the Tangmen hidden weapon?

At the age of one, he began to practice Xuan Tiangong. Now Tang San is almost six years old. He is still laying the foundation.

Tang San’s family lives in the west side of Shengtun Village. In the position of the village head, the three adobe houses can be said to be the most simple in the whole village. On the big roof, there is a wooden sign with a diameter of about one meter. A simple hammer. The most representative representation of the hammer in this world is the blacksmith.

Yes, Tang San’s father, Tang Yin, is a blacksmith and the only blacksmith in the village.

In this world, the blacksmith can be said to be one of the lowest occupations. For some special reason, the world's top weapons are not forged by blacksmiths.

However, as the only blacksmith in this village, the original Tang three should not be so poor, but the meager income is mostly...

As soon as he entered the house, Tang San had already smelled the smell of rice. It was not the morning that Tang Yan did for him, but the one he did for Tang.

From the age of four, when Tang San’s height is still not enough for the stove, the task of cooking is already his daily work. Even if you have to step on the stool, you can go to the stove top.

It’s not that Tang Yin asked him to do this, but because it wasn’t like this, Tang San almost didn’t have enough time to eat.

Before coming to the stove, I skillfully stepped on the wooden bench and opened the lid of the big iron pot. The rice scent came from the nose, and the porridge in the pot was cooked.

Before going up the mountain every day, Tang San will pot the rice and make the firewood. When he returns, the porridge is cooked.

Picking up the two bowls that had damaged more than ten gaps next to the stove, Tang San carefully placed two bowls of porridge on the table behind him. The rice in the porridge can be counted out at a glance. For Tang San, who is in the long body, this nutrition is obviously not enough, which is why his body is so slim.

"Dad, have a meal." Tang San called.

After a long while, the curtains in the middle picked up, and a tall figure walked out at some embarrassing pace.

It was a middle-aged man who looked like he was nearly fifty years old, but his body was very tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.

The broken robes were worn on the body, and there weren't even patches on it. The bronzed skin was exposed. The original five senses were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, a pair of sleepy eyes, and the hair was like a bird's nest. The beard of the face has no idea how many days have not been sorted out. His eyes were dull and dim, although it was already a night, but the tangled alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown.

This is Tang Yan, the father of Tang San in this world.

From small to large, Tang San did not know what is called father's love. Tang Yan did not care about him. At the beginning, he would still order some food for him to eat, but as time went on, when Tang San After starting to take the initiative to cook, Tang Hao is nothing more. The family is so poor, even the decent tables and chairs are not there, and eating is a problem. The main reason is that Tang Yan changed the meager blacksmith's income to alcohol.

With the big children on the side of Tang San, the father is usually around 30 years old, and even married is less than 30 years old. But Tang Yan looks more old than them, but it is like the grandfather of Tang San. .

For Tang Yan’s attitude, Tang San did not resent. In the previous life, he was an orphan. In this world, although Tang Yan is not good to him, he has at least one relative. For Tang San, this has already made him very satisfied. At least, there is someone here to call him Dad.

Tang Yan grabbed the bowl on the table, and was not afraid of hot. The big mouth and big mouth filled the porridge into his belly. The dark yellow face looked a bit more lustrous.

"Dad, you drink slowly, and there." Tang San took the bowl in his father's hand and gave him a bowl of porridge. I also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

When he was in Tangmen, he never left there, and he had little contact with the outside world. It is like a white paper. In this world, there is nothing unacceptable to return to a child.

Soon, seven or eight percent of the one-pot porridge entered the belly of Tang Yan, and the gas was long and the bowl was placed on the table. Jura's eyelids opened a few points and looked at Tang San.

"If you have a job, you will pick it up first. I will do it again in the afternoon. I will go to sleep for a while."

Tang Yin’s work habits are very regular. He sleeps in the morning and builds some farm tools in the afternoon as income and drinks at night.

"Okay, Dad." Tang nodded.

Tang Yan stood up and drank a lot of porridge. His body finally stopped shaking and walked in the middle.

"Dad." Tang San suddenly screamed.

Tang Yan stood in the body and turned to look at him. There was obviously a bit more intolerance between the eyebrows.

Tang San pointed to a small ray of light in the corner: "Can this iron be used for me?" He was the best outside disciple of Tangmen, and he was very familiar with making all kinds of hidden weapons. Of course, that All kinds of materials were provided by Tangmen. After arriving in the world, although he has practiced for a few years, his strength is still far from enough. At the same time, he never thought about putting down the hidden weapon manufacturing that he is best at. He has now begun to try to forge some hidden weapons. But the material has become a big problem.

The metal that Tang Hao built the farm tools was sent by the people in the village. They were all irons with a lot of impurities, and it was difficult to make a good hidden weapon. At this time, the pig iron pointed out by Tang San was just sent yesterday. What surprised Tang San was that this iron ore contained a certain iron mother, which was suitable for creating a hidden weapon.

Tang Yin’s gaze shifted to the pig iron. “Hey. Is there iron iron in it?” Going down and looking down, then turning to look at Tang San, “Do you want to be a blacksmith later?”