There were only six types of martial arts recorded in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. They were the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Mysterious Jade Hand. Eye training technique, Purple Demon Eyes. The grappling technique, Controlling Crane Catching Dragon, the light body technique, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, as well as the hidden weapon usage technique, Hidden Weapon Hundred Dispositions.
The first five were the basics. Without a solid foundation. How could he display the essence of Tang Sect hidden weapons?
Starting to cultivate Mysterious Heaven Skill at a little over a year old, Tang San was already almost six years old. He was still building his foundation.
Tang San lived on the west side of Holy Spirit Village. At the entrance of the village, the three adobe houses could be said to be the most simple and crude in the entire village. There was a wooden sign with a diameter of about one meter on the middle of the big roof. On it was a simple hammer. The most widely represented meaning of a hammer in this world was that of a blacksmith.
That's right, Tang San's father Tang Hao was a blacksmith. The only blacksmith in the village.
In this world. Blacksmiths were one of the lowest professions. For some special reason, the top weapons in this world were not forged by blacksmiths.
But, as the only blacksmith in this village, the Tang San family shouldn't have been so poor. That meager income was mostly…
The moment he entered the house. Tang San could already smell the fragrance of rice assaulting his nostrils. That wasn't the breakfast Tang Hao made for him, but rather what he made for Tang Hao.
From the age of four. When Tang San's height still couldn't reach the stove, the task of cooking was already his daily necessity. Even if he had to step on a stool to reach the stove.
It was not because Tang Hao asked him to do it, but because he did not want to. Tang San practically never had the time to eat his fill.
He walked to the stove and skillfully stepped on the wooden stool. He opened the lid of the big iron pot. The fragrance of rice assailed his nostrils. The porridge in the pot had long been cooked.
Every day before they went up the mountain. Tang San would put the rice into the pot. Prepare the firewood. When he returned, the porridge was ready.
Picking up the already damaged two bowls with more than ten holes next to the stove, Tang San carefully scooped two bowls of porridge. Putting it on the table behind him, the rice grains in the porridge could be counted with a glance. For the growing Tang San, this bit of nutrition was clearly insufficient. This was also the reason why his body was so slender.
"Dad, I'm not going back. Time to eat." Tang San shouted.
After a while, the door curtain was lifted. A tall figure staggered out.
It was a middle-aged man. He seemed to be close to fifty years old. However, his figure was very tall and burly, but his dressing was not flattering.
Wearing a tattered robe without even a patch on it, revealing bronze skin underneath, his originally still decent facial features were covered with a layer of wax, a sleepy and hazy appearance, his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, his beard had not been tidied in who knew how many days, his gaze dull and yellow, even though a night had already passed, the smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San unable to help frowning.
This was Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.
The Tang San of the past, since childhood. Tang San didn't know what fatherly love was.
Tang Hao treated him. He had never cared about anything. In the beginning, she would even cook for him.
But as time passed. After Tang San took the initiative to cook, Tang Hao didn't care about anything. The family was so poor, they didn't even have decent tables and chairs. Food was also a problem, mainly because Tang Hao had spent his meager blacksmith income on alcohol.
A child the same age as Tang San. Their fathers were usually around thirty years old. She got married before she was even thirty years old. However, Tang Hao looked much older than them. Rather like Tang San's grandfather.
Tang San didn't resent Tang Hao's attitude. He was an orphan. But at least he had a relative. To Tang San. He was already very satisfied. At least. There was a person here that he called daddy.
Tang Hao picked up the bowl on the table and gulped down the porridge. Only then did his dark yellow face look a little more lustrous.
"Daddy, drink slowly. There's more." Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand. She scooped another bowl of porridge for him. He also picked up the bowl of porridge and started drinking.
When he was in the Tang Sect, he had never left that place and had even less contact with the outside world. He was originally like a piece of white paper. He was a child again. There was nothing unacceptable about it.
Soon, seventy to eighty percent of the porridge had gone into Tang Hao's stomach. He let out a long sigh and placed the bowl on the table. His drooping eyelids opened a bit, looking at Tang San.
"If there's a job, take it first. I'll do it again in the afternoon. I'm going to sleep for a while."
Tang Hao had a regular schedule. He slept in the morning. In the afternoon, he would forge some farming tools. As an income, he would drink at night.
"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.
Tang Hao stood up. After drinking a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped shaking. He walked towards the inner room.
"Daddy." Tang San suddenly called out.
Tang Hao stood still. She turned to look at him. There was a hint of impatience between his brows.
Tang San pointed to a spot in the corner with a layer of faint bird-like light: "Can I use this piece of iron?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer sect disciple of the Tang Sect, and was extremely familiar with the creation of all kinds of hidden weapons. At that time, all kinds of materials were provided by the Tang Sect. After arriving in this world, although he had also cultivated for a few years, he had not been able to cultivate. However, his strength was still far from enough. At the same time, he had never thought of giving up on the hidden weapons that he was best at. He had already started to try to forge some hidden weapons. However, the materials became a big problem.
The metals Tang Hao used to forge his farming tools were all sent over by the villagers. They were all ordinary iron with many impurities. It was very difficult to make fine hidden weapons, and right now the pig iron Tang San pointed to had just been delivered yesterday. To Tang San's surprise. This iron mine actually contained a certain amount of iron. It was the most suitable weapon to forge hidden weapons.
Tang Hao shifted his gaze to the pig iron. "Eh, there's iron essence inside?" Walking over, he lowered his head to look, then turned his head to look at Tang San,”
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