In the next ten days, Tang Lang listened attentively every time he went to class, and did not give Lu Mingzhe and Shu Gaohan a chance to deliberately find trouble, and spent more than a week safely.

During this period, he also studied the formation four times, and learned two new mortal-level formations - the Lost Trace Array and the Flame Array. The Lost Array is a small phantom array, which can form an illusion near the formation, and you will lose your way when you enter it, and the Flame Array is a more powerful offensive formation in the mortal-level formation, which can cause a large sea of fire to burn everything within a radius of ten zhang, the only disadvantage is that the consumption of the spar is huge, and a first-order spar can only support the formation to run for less than half a pillar of incense.

Finally came to the end of the month rest day, Tang Lang and the three of them gathered in the dormitory as agreed, and went to Tang Lang's grandfather's residence together, and then went to Jiang Dali's house as a guest.

"Tang Lang, is your grandfather fierce? Seeing so many of us going to your house, will the old man be angry?"

"How am I looking today? I didn't have any gifts for your grandfather and strong father!"

......

Walking to the gate of the college, Tang Lang's grandfather's residence, Tang Lang's ears were almost cocooned by Zhao Feiyu's nagging, and he hurriedly greeted: "Grandpa, I'm back, and I brought two classmates to see you!"

"Xiao Tang Lang is back! These two young men are your classmates, come in and sit down!" The old man saw his grandson, smiled, and hurriedly beckoned the three of them into the house, ready to entertain them.

Zhao Feiyu stepped forward, hugged the old man, and said softly: "Grandpa, you don't have to worry about us, just let Tang Lang greet us! You are old, you need to rest more!"

The old man smiled and nodded: "What a good boy! Not only does he know how to be polite, but he is also fair and beautiful, much more handsome than Tang Langke!"

Jiang Dali laughed when he heard this: "Haha, I'm not a big girl, why do you want to be so beautiful! Grandpa, look at me, I'm strong and black, this is what I call a man!"

Zhao Feiyu widened his eyes into a slit, gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Dali, you look like a brute bull, what's so good-looking, Tang Lang is much more handsome than you!"

After chatting with his grandfather for a while, Tang Lang saw that the time was about the same, so he explained his intention to his grandfather, and the three of them said goodbye and set off, walking out of the gate of the college. Canglei Academy is located in the north of the city, the three of them walked through the city, passed through several lively streets and alleys, and came to the southwest corner of the city, where Jiang Dali's house was, and it was still far away, and they heard the sound of "clanging" iron hammering inside.

Jiang vigorously lifted a curtain of animal skins, and a wave of heat mixed with the pungent smell of coal ash and iron filings greeted him. A bald man with a red upper body, sweating like rain, shiny arms full of strength, holding an iron hammer in his right hand, striking a piece of red iron at once, and constantly adjusting the direction of the iron with an iron clamp in his left hand......

"Dad, I'll bring Tang Lang back for you!"

Jiang Dali's throat was so shocked that the bald man smashed the iron hammer into a deflected shape, and smashed the red iron into a shape, so angry that the big man scolded: "You bastard boy, you didn't see me making knives, and Lao Tzu wasted half a day's effort!" After speaking, he threw the smashed iron into a vat filled with water on the side, and the heat suddenly stirred up a mist in the sky, choking several people coughing repeatedly.

When the smoke cleared, Jiang Dali couldn't help complaining: "Dad, don't patronize the iron, my brothers are here, didn't you say that you want to thank Tang Lang!"

Father Jiang slapped his head and said with a hearty smile: "Ha, it's all my fault for my stinky temper!" Tang Lang, I want to thank you for taking care of my kid, without you, how could he have the opportunity to go to the second class of intermediate martial arts!"

Tang Lang saw that Father Jiang was more straightforward and quick-talking than Jiang Dali, and he was not hypocritical, and replied loudly: "Dad, Dali is my good brother, so we should help each other, and Dali has also helped me a lot!"

Father Jiang slapped his big hand on Tang Lang's shoulder, patting him almost staggered, nodded and said: "Tang Lang, my family has little heart, let him follow you in the future, you help me take care of him more, his mother died early, I am a father and a mother alone......"

Jiang Dali rolled his eyes anxiously: "Dad, why did you mention this again!"

"Yes, yes, yes, don't talk about this, don't talk about this, we all live at home today, I stew meat for you, and the four of us will drink wine and eat meat in the evening, so have a good time!"

When it was time to eat, Tang Lang finally understood where Jiang Dali's appetite came from, the stew that Daddy Jiang was talking about was actually an iron pot about the size of a bathtub, and there was a complete guinea beast boiled in it, and even the soup and meat had been boiled with a strong fragrance.

Daddy Jiang used a huge shovel to take the guinea beast out of the pot, put it on a table that looked like a door panel, raised a bright kitchen knife and quickly split the pork meat into palm-sized pieces of meat, steaming into four sea bowls, and slapped the mud seal of the four wine jars placed in the corner of the wall, and pushed it in front of several people: "Try my home-brewed burning knife!"

Daddy Jiang casually threw a lump of fat and thin pork meat into his mouth, swallowed it in three or two times, and then picked up the wine jar and drank half a catty of water and wine in one go.

"Haha, I'm going to burn the knife to bring it up! The real man is going to drink the spirits!" Father Jiang laughed, Jiang Dali also drank violently, Tang Lang also drank a big sip of the spirits, and felt a line of fire from the mouth down the throat to the stomach, and the whole person suddenly seemed to be ignited, and there was a feeling of fluttering immortals.

"Weak energy detected, is it absorbed?"

A system prompt suddenly sounded in his ears, Tang Lang was stunned for a moment and thought that he had heard it wrong, and it was not until the system reminded him again that he reacted: "Could it be that this burning knife can also bring energy to the system?" immediately agreed, feeling that the alcohol just now immediately became sober. After trial and error a few times, Tang Lang found that although the energy of this burning knife liquor was very small, the system could take away the excess alcohol strength, and instead became a means of cheating in drinking.

At this time, Jiang Dali and Zhao Feiyu had already shook their heads, their eyes were drunk, and Father Jiang found that Tang Lang was not drunk, so he suddenly came to the momentum, and fought with Tang Lang one after another, Tang Lang had the system as a backing, and drank six or seven catties of liquor one after another, and he was already drunk like mud in normal times, but now in addition to abdominal distension like a drum, there is only a slight feeling of drunkenness.

"Brother Tang Lang, you have a good character, and your wine is good! I recognize you as a brother!" Father Jiang put his arm around Tang Lang's shoulders and was about to bow down.

Tang Lang hurriedly stopped: "Dad, I and Dali are brothers, you are elders!"

"No, you're my brother, this kid has to call you uncle!"

Tang Lang spent a lot of effort to dispel Daddy Jiang's idea of worshipping, and on a whim, he asked Daddy Jiang for help: "Daddy, I have a short-bladed design, can you help me create it?"

"What's the matter! I, Jiang Dayang, don't dare to say anything else, when it comes to striking iron, there is no tool that I can't make, you can draw the drawings for me now, don't worry about the materials or anything, let's start work overnight, and we will definitely be able to punch it out for you tomorrow morning!" Father Jiang pulled Tang Lang to the workshop, raised the furnace fire in three or two clicks, and wanted to start construction immediately.

Although Tang Lang felt a little embarrassed, his obsession with the butterfly knife was too strong, so he roughly wrote the size, function and use of the short blade clearly on the parchment, like Father Jiang explained it clearly, and the two began to forge while discussing.

Father Jiang rummaged through the cabinets, found a few fist-sized pieces of iron, on which a layer of fine patterns could be faintly seen, and held it up in front of Tang Lang: "This is a hundred forged steel that I have been working on for all these years, and it has been forged countless times to remove the impurities in the steel to the extreme, and it is the most suitable for forging high-quality knives." I'll use this to build it for you!"

Tang Lang had also heard of the preciousness of 100 forged steel before, and knew that in order to thank him, Father Jiang had given away all the treasures he had collected for many years, so he hurriedly stopped: "Dad, I can't help it, this is too precious! I'm just a martial arts apprentice now, it's a waste to make knives for me!"

Father Jiang didn't care about Tang Lang's dissuasion at all, and directly threw the hundred forging steel into the furnace, blaming: "What is precious or not! It's just a few pieces of iron lumps, as long as I still use the hammer, I can have as many as I want!"

Ding Ding Dong was busy for a long time, and Father Jiang had already built a pair of butterfly knives into a prototype according to the drawings, Tang Lang was itchy to see it on the side, and almost ignored the high temperature, and wanted to hold the short blade directly in his hand to watch.

Zhao Feiyu was woken up by the sound of knocking, leaning against the wall, walking in crookedly, and asked with drunken eyes: "Tang Lang, dad, what are you doing? Why are you so noisy, and you don't let people sleep? My head is so dizzy, and my mouth is very thirsty......"

Tang Lang hurriedly walked over to hold him and explained, "Feiyu, I asked my father to build a pair of short blades, you go to sleep!"

"Oh!" Zhao Feiyu stared at Tang Lang intently: "You are a spell master, what are you doing to make knives, you should be building a staff!"

Tang Lang said angrily: "I learn spells just to assist, martial arts are fundamental! Besides, the staff is so valuable, I can't afford it now!"

"Hehe, Tang Lang, you want a staff, I'll go home and beg my father...... Oh no, beg my dad to give you one, okay?" Zhao Feiyu tilted his head and said with a smirk.

"Cut~ When does my praying mantis brother need to beg someone! Don't look at me now, I can't afford to buy a staff now, in less than a year, I will definitely be able to earn enough gold coins to buy it myself." No, what am I buying that thing for, the staff is only suitable for you magicians who have no power to bind the chicken, and I still use the butterfly knife to refresh it!" Tang Lang refused.

Zhao Feiyu was not angry, he still smiled and said: "Actually, the staff is nothing remarkable! it's just a wooden stick with a spar inlaid on it, but it's a bit expensive!"