Sighing dejectedly, the boy made a helpless expression that should never have appeared at his age. He shook his head and muttered to himself,"It still won't do. My Mysterious Heaven Skill is still unable to break through the first layer's bottleneck. It had already been three months. What was going on?
Even the Purple Demon Eyes, which required the East-rising Purple Qi and could only be cultivated in the morning, had been improving. Mysterious Heaven Skill can't break through the bottleneck, and my Mysterious Jade Hand can't improve anymore."
This boy was precisely Tang San. The youth had already transmigrated five or six years ago. When the youth's spirit and Tang San's spirit intertwined, he discovered that he seemed to have another ability besides his spirit, but it didn't show, as if it could only show when his spirit awakened.
But even though Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill and Mysterious Jade Hand couldn't be improved, his strength was still accumulating.
Tang San's house lived on the west side of Holy Spirit Village. At the village entrance, the three adobe houses could be said to be the most crude in the entire village. On the central roof, there was a wooden sign with a diameter of about one meter, on which was drawn a crude hammer. In this world, the most widespread representation of a hammer was a blacksmith.
That's right, Tang San's father Tang Hao was a blacksmith, the only blacksmith in the village. He really did not know that Tang Mo, as the Clear Sky Douluo, had fallen to such a state.
In this world, blacksmiths could be said to be 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, but that bit of meager income was mostly……
Entering 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 he made it for Tang Hao. Although he was not in a good condition, it was only right for him to be Tang Hao's son.
Starting 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.
Tang Hao did not ask him to do this. Of course, he would not be able to eat his fill if he did not do it.
He came to the stove and skillfully stepped on the wooden stool. He lifted the lid of the big iron pot and the fragrance of rice wafted into his nose. The porridge in the pot had long been cooked.
Every day before going up the mountain, Tang San would put the rice into the pot, prepare the firewood, and when he came back, the porridge was also cooked.
Picking up the two bowls beside the stove that were already damaged with more than ten holes, Tang San carefully scooped two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind him. The rice grains in the porridge could practically be counted at a glance. For the growing Tang San, this bit of nutrition was clearly insufficient, this was also why his body was so slender.
"Daddy, it's time to eat." Tang San shouted.
After a long while, the curtain of the room was lifted, and a tall figure staggered out.
It was a middle-aged man who looked to be close to fifty years old. However, his figure was very tall and burly, but his clothes were not flattering.
He wore a tattered robe without any patches, revealing his bronze skin. His originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of wax yellow, and he looked sleepy. His hair was messy like a bird's nest, and his beard had not been tidied for a long time. His gaze was dull and yellow, even though the 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. Title: Haotian
Ever since he was young, Tang San had never known what fatherly love was. Tang Hao had never cared about him. In the beginning, he would still cook for him, but as time passed, when Tang San took the initiative to cook, Tang Hao didn't care about anything.
His family was so poor that they did not even have a decent table and chairs. Food was also a problem. The main reason was that Tang Hao had traded his meager blacksmith income for alcohol.
Tang Hao picked up the bowl on the table and gulped down the porridge without fearing the heat. Only then did his dark yellow face look a little brighter.
"Daddy, drink slowly.”Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand, and then scooped a bowl of porridge for him. He also picked up the bowl of porridge and started drinking.
Soon, seventy to eighty percent of the porridge was in 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 work, take it first. I'll do it in the afternoon. I'm going to sleep for a while."
Tang Hao had a regular schedule. He slept in the morning, forged some farming tools in the afternoon as income, and drank at night.
"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.
Tang Hao stood up and ate a lot of porridge. His body finally stopped swaying as he walked into the room.
"Daddy." Tang San suddenly called out.
Tang Hao stood still and turned to look at him. There was obvious impatience in his eyes.
Tang San pointed to a piece of pig iron in the corner with a faint layer of black light: "Can I use this piece of iron?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer sect disciple of the Tang Sect. He was extremely familiar with creating all kinds of hidden weapons. Of course, 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, 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 begun to try to forge some hidden weapons, but the materials had become 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, and it was difficult to make high-quality hidden weapons. Right now the pig iron Tang San was referring to had just been delivered yesterday. What surprised Tang San was that this iron ore unexpectedly contained a certain amount of iron essence, which couldn't be more suitable for forging hidden weapons.
Tang Hao shifted his gaze to the pig iron. 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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