There are only six kinds of martial arts recorded in the Xuantian Treasure Record, which are the internal strength of the heart method, the method of practicing the hands of the Xuanyu hand, the method of practicing the eyes, the method of practicing the purple pole magic pupil, the method of grasping the crane and the dragon, the method of light body, the method of ghost shadow, and the method of using hidden weapons, and the method of concealing weapons.
The first five are the foundation, and without a solid foundation, how can you bring out the essence of the secret weapon of the Tang Sect He began to practice Xuantian Gong at the age of more than a year, and now Tang San is almost six years old, and he is still laying the foundation.
Tang San's family lived on the west side of the Holy Soul Village, at the head of the village, the three adobe houses could be said to be the most rudimentary in the entire village, and on the big roof in the middle, there was a wooden plaque about one meter in diameter, on which a simple hammer was drawn.
The most widely represented meaning of the hammer in this world refers to the blacksmith.
That's right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, is 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.
However, as the only blacksmith in this village, the Tang San family should not have been so poor, but most of that meager income was there As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could already smell the fragrant smell of rice, it was not the breakfast that Tang Hao made for him, but the one he made for Tang Hao.
Since the age of four, when Tang San's height was not enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already a work he had to do every day.
Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stove.
It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but because otherwise, Tang San almost didn't have a time to eat.
When I came to the stove, I skillfully stepped on the wooden stool, lifted the lid of the big iron pot, and the fragrant rice came from the nose, and the porridge in the pot had already been cooked.
Every day before going up the mountain, Tang San would put the rice in the pot, make firewood, and when he came back, the porridge was also cooked.
Picking up the two bowls next to the stove that had been broken by more than ten notches, Tang San carefully filled the two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind him.
The rice grains in the porridge could be counted almost at a glance, and for Tang San, who was in the long body, this bit of nutrition was obviously not enough, which was why his body was so slender.
"Dad, it's time to eat."
Tang San shouted.
Half an hour later, the curtain of the inner door was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with a somewhat stumbling step.
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, and there was not even a patch on it, revealing the bronzed skin underneath, but the originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with a sleepy appearance, the hair was messy like a bird's nest, and the beard on his face had not been tidied for I don't know how many days.
His gaze was dull and dim, even though it had been a night, the smell of wine on his body still made Tang San frown.
This is Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.
Since he was a child, Tang San didn't know what fatherly love was, Tang Hao had never ignored him, at the beginning, he would cook something for him to eat, but as time went by, when Tang San began to take the initiative to cook, Tang Hao didn't care about anything.
The family is so poor, there are not even decent tables and chairs, and eating is also a problem, the main reason is that Tang Hao exchanged his meager blacksmith income for wine.
The children who grew up with Tang San, their fathers were generally about thirty years old, and those who got married early were not even thirty years old, but Tang Hao looked much older than them, but he looked like Tang San's grandfather.
Tang San did not resent Tang Hao's attitude, in the previous life, he was an orphan, and in this life, although Tang Hao treated him badly, he at least had a relative.
For Tang San, this already made him very satisfied.
At least, there's someone here who makes him call Daddy.
Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, he was not afraid of being hot, and poured the porridge into his belly in a big gulp, and his dark yellow face looked a little more shiny.
"Dad, you drink slowly, and."
Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and served him another bowl of porridge.
I also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.
When he was in Tangmen, he never left there, and he rarely had contact with outside affairs.
It's like a blank sheet of paper, but when you come to this world, it's not unacceptable to be a child again.
Soon, seven or eight of the dishes in a pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach, and he let out a long breath and put the bowl on the table.
The drooping eyelids opened a few points and looked at Tang San.
"If you have a job, you take it first, and I'll do it in the afternoon.
I'm going to sleep a little longer. ” 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 in the evening.
"Okay, Dad."
Tang San nodded.
Tang Hao stood up and drank a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped shaking, and walked towards the inside.
"Daddy."
Tang San suddenly screamed.
Tang Hao stood up and turned his head to look at him, obviously a little more impatient between his eyebrows.
Tang San pointed to a piece of pig iron with a faint black light in the corner and said: "Can this piece of iron be used for me" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer disciple of the Tang Sect, and he was extremely familiar with the manufacture of various secret weapons, of course, at that time, all kinds of materials were provided by the Tang Sect.
And after coming to this world, although he has also cultivated for a few years, his strength is far from enough, and at the same time, he has never thought of putting down the secret weapon manufacturing that he is best at, he has now begun to try to forge some secret weapons, but the material has become a big problem.
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The metals that Tang Hao used to build farm tools were all sent by the villagers, and they were all mortal iron with a lot of impurities, and it was difficult to make sophisticated hidden weapons.
At this time, the piece of pig iron that Tang San was referring to had just been sent yesterday, to Tang San's surprise, this piece of iron ore actually contained a certain amount of iron mother, which was very suitable for making secret weapons.
Tang Hao's gaze shifted to pig iron, "Huh."
There is an iron spirit in here" walked over and lowered his head to look at it, then turned his head to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future":