Lan Xue of Douluo mainland

There are only six types of martial arts recorded in the Xuantian Baolu, which are Xuantian Kungfu of inner strength and heart, Xuanyu hand of hand training, Ziji magic pupil of eyes training, controlling cranes and dragons of capture, ghost shadow fascination of light body, As well as the method of using hidden weapons, all hidden weapons can be solved.

The first five are foundations, without a solid foundation, how can the essence of Tangmen hidden weapons be brought into play?

He started to practice Xuantian Kungfu when he was over one year old, now Tang San is almost six years old, and he is still laying the foundation.

Tang San's family lives on the west side of the Holy Soul Village, at the head of the village, the three adobe houses are the simplest in the whole village. On the big roof in the middle, there is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter, with With a crude hammer.The broadest representative meaning of the hammer in this world refers to the blacksmith.

That's right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith, the only blacksmith in the village.

In this world, blacksmithing can be said to be one of the most humble professions. For some special reason, none of the world's top weapons are forged by blacksmiths.

As the only blacksmith in this village, Tang San's family shouldn't be so poor, but that meager income is mostly...

As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could already smell the tangy aroma of rice. It wasn't that Tang Hao made breakfast for him, but he made it for Tang Hao.

From the age of four, when Tang San's height could not reach the stove, the task of cooking has been his daily work.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 would almost never have enough time to eat.

Gently put Lan Xue on the bed, came to the front of the stove, stepped on the wooden stool skillfully, lifted the lid of the big iron pot, and there was a tangy aroma of rice, and the porridge in the pot was already overcooked.

Before going up the mountain every day, Tang San would put the rice in the pot and make firewood, and when he came back, the porridge was ready.

Picking up the two bowls beside the stove that had been damaged by more than ten gaps, 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 at a glance, for Tang San who was in a long body, this little nutrition was obviously not enough, which was why his body was so slender.

"Father, it's time to eat." Tang San called.

After a while, the curtain in the inner room was raised, and a tall figure came out with unsteady steps.

It was a middle-aged man who looked about 50 years old, but his figure was very tall and burly, but his attire was not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body without even patches, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath, and the originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with sleepy eyes and messy hair like a bird's nest. I don't know how many days I haven't trimmed my beard.His eyes were dull and dim, even though the night had passed, Tang San couldn't help frowning because of the smell of alcohol on his body.

This is Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.

Ever since he was a child, Tang San didn't know what fatherly love is. Tang Hao never cared about him. At the beginning, he even cooked some food for him, but as time went by, when Tang San After starting to take the initiative to cook, Tang Hao didn't care about anything.The family is so poor that they don't even have decent tables and chairs, and eating is a problem. The main reason is that Tang Hao traded his meager blacksmith income for wine.

The fathers of the children who were older than Tang San were generally around 30 years old, and those who married earlier were even less than 30 years old, but Tang Hao looked much older than them, on the contrary, he looked like Tang San's grandfather.

Regarding Tang Hao's attitude, Tang San never held any grudges. In his previous life, he was an orphan. In this life, even though Tang Hao treated him badly, at least he has relatives.For Tang San, this already made him very satisfied.At least, here's someone to call him Dad.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of being scalded, and poured the porridge into his belly with big gulps, only then did his dark yellow complexion look a little more shiny.

"Father, drink slowly, there is more." Tang San took the bowl in his father's hand, and filled him with another bowl of porridge.He also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

When he was in Tangmen, he never left there, and he rarely had any contact with outside affairs.It was like a blank sheet of paper, but in this world, there is nothing unacceptable to be a child again.

Soon, [-]% to [-]% of the pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach, he let out a long breath, and put the bowl on the table.The drooping eyelids opened a little bit, looking at Tang San.

"If you have work, you can take it first, and I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go to sleep for a while."

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 swept his eyes, and suddenly found Lan Xue lying on the bed, his eyes could not help but freeze: "Ayin..." Tang Hao walked slowly towards Lan Xue. "Dad, he is the girl I met outside, can I adopt her?" Tang San shouted to Tang Hao. "It's up to you." Tang Hao adjusted his mood and walked towards the inner room.

"Father." Tang San called out suddenly.

Tang Hao stood still, turned his head to look at him, there was obviously a little more impatience between his brows.

Tang San pointed to a piece of pig iron with a layer of 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 Tang Sect, and he was very familiar with making all kinds of hidden weapons. At that time, all kinds of materials were provided by Tangmen.After arriving in this world, although he has cultivated for several years, his strength is still far from enough. At the same time, he has never thought of letting go of the hidden weapon manufacturing he is best at. Now he has begun to try to forge some hidden weapons. But materials have become a big problem.

The metals that Tang Hao used to make farm tools were all sent by the villagers, and they were all ordinary iron with a lot of impurities, so it was difficult to make sophisticated concealed weapons.At this time, the piece of pig iron that Tang San was referring to was just delivered yesterday, to Tang San's surprise, this piece of iron ore actually contained a certain amount of iron mother, which was perfect for making hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's eyes shifted to the pig iron, "Huh. Is there iron essence in it?" He walked over and looked down, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"