Tang San nodded, the profession of blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable for him to build hidden weapons, "Dad, you are old, in a few years, when I am older, you will teach me to make kitchen utensils, and let me take over your work."
"In the past, he did the most sophisticated secret weapon manufacturing work, but he couldn't do the simplest forging.
Tang Hao was a little distracted, and muttered, "Blacksmith, it seems to be good."
Pulling over a shabby chair, he sat down directly in front of the piece of pig iron, and said lazily: "Little San, tell me what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith." ” Tang San thought for a moment and said, "The blacksmith who can create an artifact should be the best blacksmith."
He had heard from the people of the village that there was an artifact in this world, even though he didn't know what it was.
But hanging a god word, it should be good to think about it.
A hint of mockery flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, "The artifact junior also knows the artifact."
Then tell me what the artifact was made of."
Tang San didn't think about it, and said directly: "Of course, the best materials are used." ” Tang Hao stretched out an index finger and shook it in front of Tang San, "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, and use high-grade materials to build artifacts, then you are not the best blacksmith, at most you are just a synthesizer."
If you use mortal iron to create an artifact, you are a god craftsman. ” "Use mortal iron to create an artifact" Tang San looked at Tang Hao with some surprise, on weekdays, Tang Hao rarely talked to him, and today was already the most.
Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a large iron lump with a width of fifty centimeters on the other side of the room, "I want to become a blacksmith and learn forging from me."
Then, you use a hammer to forge it 10,000 times first. to be eligible. ” It was a piece of mortal iron, and it contained many impurities, which was much worse than the one with the iron mother.
"Now, you can change your mind."
Tang Hao said lightly.
I'm ready to go back to the back room and go back to sleep.
"Dad, I'm willing to try."
Tang San's voice was crisp and calm, but it contained a bit of firmness.
Tang Hao looked at him with some surprise, "Okay."
As he spoke, he walked over and picked up the large iron lump, and placed it directly on the stove by the bellows, where it could be forged as long as the charcoal fire was lit.
After doing this, Tang Hao went back to sleep.
Tang San was a determined person, otherwise, he would not have been able to create the Buddha Fury Tang Lian, the top secret weapon of the Tang Sect, with a broken drawing.
It took him ten years.
Lighting the charcoal fire, pulling the bellows, he began his work.
The whirring bellows sounded, and the flames came out of the charcoal furnace, scorching the big iron lump, although Tang San didn't know how to forge, he often watched Tang Hao build farm tools, and he still knew the process.
When the iron lump was gradually burned red, he dragged Tang Hao's usual hammer and put it on the ground, this kind of long-handled iron hammer was even a few points taller than his height, and it was impossible for ordinary five or six-year-old children to hold it, let alone wield it to forge.
But Tang San still picked it up, Xuantian Gong was all over his body, although he had not yet broken through the first weight, he also had adult-level strength.
When, the iron hammer collided with the iron lump, making a crisp sound, this was Tang San's first hammer blow, and it also kicked off the prelude to forging.
Inside, Tang Hao, who was lying on the bed, turned over, although he closed his eyes, there was still a little surprise on his face, and he muttered, "Can you actually afford to hold a hammer, is it born with divine power?"
When the sound of banging began to sound in the blacksmith shop, Tang Hao and Tang San's father and son began to repeat their ordinary life, but the difference was that from this day on, Tang Hao got another stove in Tang San's room and asked him to forge the iron lump by himself.
He didn't point out Tang San's words, but from this day on, Tang Hao's wine was less, and the food at home was more.
Forging was definitely a boring and tiring process, but Tang San regarded it as a tempering of his body.
It's been eleven days, and he's been counting the numbers he forged, and if he wants to wield the hammer, he can't do it with the strength of his body, and he must have the assistance of Xuantian Gong.
All his strength is about enough to swing a hundred hammers, and whenever his power is exhausted, he sits cross-legged on the ground to recover, and as soon as his internal strength recovers, he immediately continues to beat.
This is not only a physical exercise, repeated consumption and recovery, but also a good training for his Xuantian Gong and will.
It's a pity that the bottleneck of the first layer of Xuantian Gong is like an impregnable barrier, Tang San's cultivation is not hard, and his talent is enough, but he can't break through and enter the second level.
But his training was not in vain, although Xuantian Gong failed to break through, this internal force became more tenacious with his forging of the iron lump, and the recovery speed seemed to be a little faster than before.
Eleven days had passed, Tang San had already swung out more than eight thousand hammers, and the iron lump was constantly getting smaller, and it was no longer less than one-third of its original volume.
With the increase of physical exercise and food, his body has become a little stronger, as if a force from his body is gradually injected into his body, so that in the process of continuous forging, the consumption of internal force is gradually decreasing.
And when all the internal forces are attached, the force also increases a lot.
When he smashed down a thousand hammers, the iron lump had already undergone a certain change, and it was a whole circle smaller, and although it was red from the charcoal fire, it could be vaguely seen that the impurities in it seemed to have decreased a lot.
Tempered into steel, this word appeared in Tang San's mind, which also strengthened his determination to complete this ten thousand hammers.
And it's very close to that goal.
Tang San's persistence surprised Tang Hao, in his opinion, even if his son was born with divine power, it was impossible to hold out for more than three days.
The handle of the hammer is so rough in order to prevent slipping, and the constant swing and friction with the palm of the hand will inevitably bring great damage to the palm.
But he found that although Tang San was actually forging, his immature little hands didn't seem to have changed at all.
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