"Dad, you're old, in a few more years, when I'm a bit older, you can teach me how to make kitchen tools, let me take over your work."”In the past, he had been working on the most precise hidden weapons, but he didn't know the simplest forging.
Tang Hao was slightly absent-minded. He muttered,""Blacksmith, it seems not bad." Pulling over a shabby chair, he sat down in front of the pig iron and said lazily,""Little San, tell me, what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith.”
"A blacksmith who can forge divine artifacts should be the best blacksmith.”He had once heard from the people in the village that there were divine artifacts in this world, even though he did not know what they were. However, it should be good to have the word 'god' on it.
Tang Hao's eyes flashed with mockery." Divine weapon? Little San also knew about divine artifacts. Then tell me, what is a divine artifact made of?”
"Of course we'll use the best materials.”
"If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, using top quality materials to forge divine artifacts, that isn't the best blacksmith, at most only a composer. Only a Divine Craftsman could forge a Divine Artifact with ordinary iron.”
"Using ordinary iron to forge a divine artifact?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao somewhat astonished. Normally, Tang Hao rarely spoke to him, but today was already the most.
Tang Hao stood up and pointed at a fifty-centimeter square iron block on the other side of the room." You want to be a blacksmith and learn forging from me. Then, use your hammer to forge it ten thousand times. Only then do I have the qualifications."
It was a piece of ordinary iron that contained many impurities. It was much worse than the piece with iron essence.
"Now, you can still change your mind.”Tang Hao said calmly. She was already prepared to return to the inner room to continue sleeping.
"Daddy, I'm willing to try." Tang San's voice was clear and calm, but also contained a bit of firmness.
Tang Hao looked at him in surprise." Alright."”As he spoke, he walked over and picked up the big iron lump. He placed it directly on the furnace beside the bellows. As long as the charcoal fire was lit, it could be forged.
After that, Tang Hao went back to his room to sleep.
Tang San was a person with a firm will, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to rely on a tattered drawing to create the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, that Tang Sect's top notch mechanism type hidden weapon. It took him ten years.
He lit the charcoal fire, pulled the bellows, and began his work.
Whoosh whoosh who
When the lump of iron was gradually burning red, he dragged Tang Hao's usual hammer over and placed it on the ground. This kind of long-handled hammer was even taller than his height. It was impossible for an ordinary five or six-year-old child to lift it, let alone swing it to forge.
But Tang San still picked it up, Mysterious Heaven Skill circulating throughout his body. Even though he hadn't broken through the first layer, he still possessed the strength of an adult.
Dang, the iron hammer collided with the lump of iron, giving off a clear and melodious sound. This was Tang San's first hammering, and also the prelude to forging.
Inside, Tang Hao, who was lying on the bed, turned over. Even though his eyes were closed, there was still some surprise on his face. He mumbled," He can actually pick up a hammer. Is he born with divine strength?"”
Dang dang sounds began to ring out in the blacksmith shop. Tang Hao and Tang San father and son began to repeat their dull lives. Only the difference was that from this day onwards, Tang Hao made another furnace for Tang San's room, letting him forge that iron lump himself. He didn't give Tang San any pointers, but from this day on, Tang Hao drank less wine, and the food in the house also increased.
Forging was absolutely a dull and tiring process, but Tang San regarded it as tempering his body. Eleven days had already passed, and he had been counting the number of times he had forged. If he wanted to swing the iron hammer, it was impossible to do it with just his physical strength. He needed the assistance of Mysterious Heaven Skill.
All of his internal energy was enough for him to swing the hammer about a hundred times. Whenever his internal energy was exhausted, he would sit cross-legged on the ground to recover. Once his internal energy recovered, he would immediately continue to hammer.
This wasn't just training his body, repeatedly consuming and recovering, it was also a very good training for his Mysterious Heaven Skill and willpower. Unfortunately, Mysterious Heaven Skill's first layer bottleneck was like an indestructible barrier. Tang San's cultivation couldn't be said to not be painstaking, and his talent was also sufficient, but he still couldn't break through and enter the second layer.
However, his training wasn't in vain. Even though he hadn't broken through with Mysterious Heaven Skill, this internal strength had become even tougher as he forged the iron lump, and his recovery speed seemed to be a bit faster than before.
Eleven days had passed, and Tang San had already swung more than eight thousand times. The iron lump kept shrinking, already not even a third of its original size. With the training and the increase in food, his body became firmer. It was as if a force from his body was gradually injected into his body, causing the consumption of internal strength to gradually decrease during the continuous forging process. And when he added all his internal strength, his strength also increased a lot.
When he had hammered it a thousand times, the lump of iron had already undergone a certain change. It had become a whole size smaller. Although it was burning red in the charcoal fire, one could vaguely see that the impurities inside seemed to have decreased a lot.
Tempered into steel, this phrase appeared in Tang San's mind, this also strengthened his determination to complete this ten thousand hammer. And he was very close to this goal.
Tang San's persistence made Tang Hao very surprised. In his view, even if this son of his was born with divine strength, he still couldn't persist for more than three days. The handle of the hammer was so rough to prevent slipping. If he kept swinging it, the friction with his palm would definitely cause great damage to his palm. But he discovered that even though Tang San was forging in earnest, his pair of tender little hands didn't seem to have any change. There wasn't even a single bubble.
Was this considered a form of training?
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