Lan Xue of Douluo continent

There are only six kinds of martial arts recorded in the Xuantian Baolu, which are the inner skill of Xuan Tian Gong, the hand training method of Xuan Yu Shou, the eye training method of Purple Demon Eyes, the grappling method of controlling cranes and capturing dragons, and the method of lightening the body with ghost shadows.

As well as how to use concealed weapons, there are hundreds of solutions to concealed weapons.

The first five are the foundation. Without a solid foundation, how can we bring out the essence of Tang Sect's hidden weapons?

He started practicing Xuantian Kung when he was more than one year old. Now Tang San is almost six years old, and he is still laying the foundation.

Tang San's home lives on the west side of Holy Soul Village. At the head of the village, the three adobe houses can be said to be the simplest in the entire village. On the large roof in the middle, there is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter with a painting on it.

Holding a simple hammer. The most widely represented meaning of hammer in this world refers to the blacksmith.

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

In this world, blacksmithing can be said to be one of the lowest professions. For some special reason, the top weapons in this world are not forged by blacksmiths.

As the only blacksmith in this village, Tang San's family should not be so poor originally, but the meager income is mostly...

As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could smell the fragrant aroma of rice. It was not breakfast made by Tang Hao for him, but breakfast made by him for Tang Hao.

From the age of four, when Tang San was still taller than the stove, cooking had been a necessary task for him every day. Even if he had to step on a stool to reach the stove.

It's not that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but because otherwise, Tang San would hardly be able to eat enough.

Gently putting Lan Xue on the bed, she stood in front of the stove, stepped on the wooden stool skillfully, and opened the lid of the large iron pot. The aroma of rice came to her nostrils, and the porridge in the pot had already been cooked to perfection.

Before going up the mountain every day, Tang San would put the rice into the pot and prepare firewood. When he came back, the porridge would be cooked.

Picking up the two broken bowls next to the stove that had more than ten holes in them, Tang San carefully filled two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind him. The rice grains in the porridge could be counted at a glance. For someone with a long body,

For Tang San, this amount of nutrition is obviously not enough, which is why his body is so slender.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Tang San called.

After a while, the curtain in the inner room was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with stumbling steps.

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

The torn robe was worn on the body without even a patch, revealing the bronze skin underneath. The originally fairly regular facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, making him look sleepy, with his hair as messy as a bird's nest, and his face.

His beard had not been trimmed for an unknown number of days. His eyes were dull and dim. Even though a night had passed, the tangy smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown.

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

Ever since he was a child, Tang San didn't know what fatherly love was. Tang Hao had always been indifferent to him. At the beginning, he would even cook some food for him, but as time went by, when Tang San

After Tang Hao started to take the initiative to cook, he didn't care about anything. The family was so poor that they didn't even have decent tables and chairs, and eating was also a problem. The main reason was that Tang Hao had to exchange all his meager blacksmith income for

Have a drink.

For children who are older than Tang San, the father is usually around thirty years old, and those who get married early are even younger than thirty, but Tang Hao looks much older than them, in fact, he looks like Tang San's grandfather.

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Tang San had never resented Tang Hao's attitude. In his previous life, he was an orphan. In this life, even though Tang Hao treated him badly, at least he had a relative. For Tang San, this already made him very satisfied.

.At least, there is someone here for him to call daddy.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of burning it, and poured the porridge into his belly with big mouthfuls. His dark yellow face looked a little brighter now.

"Dad, please drink slowly, and..." Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and filled him with another bowl of porridge. He also picked up the porridge bowl and started drinking.

When he was in the Tang Sect, he had never left there and had very little contact with the outside world. He was just like a blank slate, but when he came to this world and became a child again, there was nothing he couldn't accept.

Soon, seven or eight percent of the pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach. He let out a long breath and put the bowl on the table. His droopy eyelids opened a little and he looked at Tang San.

"If you have work, take it first, and I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go and get some sleep."

Tang Hao's work and rest habits are very regular. He sleeps in the morning, builds some farm tools in the afternoon as income, and drinks alcohol in the evening.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao glanced at Lan Xue and suddenly found Lan Xue lying on the bed. His eyes couldn't help but glazed over: "Ah Yin..." Tang Hao slowly walked towards Lan Xue. "Dad, I met him outside.

Girl, can I adopt her?" Tang San called to Tang Hao. "It's up to you." Tang Hao adjusted his mood and walked towards the inner room.

"Dad." Tang San suddenly called out.

Tang Hao stood still and turned to look at him, with a hint of impatience evident in his brows.

Tang San pointed to a piece of raw iron with a faint black light in the corner: "Can I use this piece of iron?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer disciple of the Tang Sect, and was extremely familiar with making various hidden weapons. Of course, that

At that time, all kinds of materials were provided by the Tang Sect. After arriving in this world, although he had practiced for a few years, his strength was still far from enough. At the same time, he had never thought about making the hidden weapons he was best at.

Putting it down, he has now begun to try to forge some hidden weapons, but the materials have become a big problem.

The metals used by Tang Hao to make farm tools were all sent by the villagers. They were ordinary iron with many impurities, making it difficult to make sophisticated hidden weapons. The piece of pig iron that Tang San was referring to was just delivered yesterday, which surprised Tang San.

What's surprising is that this piece of iron ore actually contains a certain amount of iron mother, which is perfect for making hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's eyes shifted to the pig iron, "Hey. Is there any iron essence in this?" He walked over and lowered his head to look at it, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"