Tang Le's home is on the west side of the Holy Soul Village, at the head of the village, is a large brick house. The house is not large, and is surrounded by a circle of wooden fences. There are a lot of chickens, ducks and pigs in it, which is definitely a luxury for the civilians at the lowest level of the Douluo Continent.

A large wooden board hangs from the door of the house with a shiny hammer logo, which in the broadest sense of the world refers to a blacksmith.

As the only blacksmith in the village, Tang Hao's income is not low, and with the occasional ploughing, life is also very good.

With a "squeak", the wooden door was slowly opened, and two figures slipped in quietly. They move quickly, look nervous, and look left and right with their little heads, as if looking for something.

Then a pungent smell of rice greeted them, constantly stimulating their sense of smell.

"Come and eat!" A beautiful female voice came from inside the room, and there was a sense of helplessness in her voice.

Tang Le and Tang San glanced at each other, both of them touched their noses a little embarrassed, they were still discovered when they went out so early.

The two of them went to the stove, and the table next to them was already full of breakfast. A young woman was looking at the two of them with a smile, looking like she was only twenty-three or fourteen years old, smiling slightly, charming and gorgeous. Although she is wearing a simple cloth robe, she has a unique aura that surrounds her, and she is as beautiful and moving as a fairy in the world.

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged man with neat short hair, and his eyes were full of infinite tenderness when he looked at the woman. The traces of time scraped on his face, but he looked more resolute, and his figure was very tall and clear, like a battle-hardened soldier.

"Mom, Dad" Tang Le looked at the two people in front of him and touched his head a little unconsciously. Said with a smile.

Tang San poked his little head out from behind his back, waved his hands constantly, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Dad, good morning, Mom!" ”

"Sit down and have breakfast together." Ah Yin pointed to the two small stools on the side and said with a smile. Then he said with a hint of reproach. "You two don't be so naughty, run to the mountainside early in the morning."

"Got it" Tang Le nodded, pulled Tang San to sit next to Ah Yin, and enjoyed their breakfast.

Breakfast was simple, a bowl of rice porridge, some wild vegetables, and the occasional two or three slices of pork. Although it is very ordinary, it tastes extraordinarily sweet, like eating honey.

Tang San's face was a little flushed, and his eyes were a little ruddy. In the previous life, he just depended on Tang Le, and here he felt at home. Naturally, Tang San was very satisfied, at least he had a happy family.

"Tomorrow is the time to awaken the martial spirit, are you ready?" Tang Hao took a sip of porridge, raised his head and looked at Tang Le and Tang San with a smile, his eyes were very flat, but with infinite expectations.

"I'm ready, I'm going to be the greatest!" Although Tang San didn't understand what the Awakened Martial Spirit was, he still waved his hand excitedly when he saw his father's expectation.

"I, I don't know" Tang Le opened his mouth and said his answer bitterly. He didn't belong to this world, but he came here unexpectedly. The family lived an ordinary life, and suddenly there was an awakened martial spirit, and his little heart was pounding.

"It's okay" Tang Hao smiled disapprerovingly, touched Tang Le's little head with his rough palm, and comforted, "I believe that none of my Tang Hao's sons are mediocre." As he spoke, he looked at Tang Le and Tang San.

Tang Le looked at Tang Hao's tall body and couldn't help but be a little stunned. As far as he knew, Tang Hao was not good at verbal expression, and his reassurance about himself and Tang San could only be reflected in small things. It's really hard for him to say this today.

No matter what he thought, he couldn't compare the simple man in front of him with the man with the big hammer six years ago. Tang Hao in front of him is just an ordinary peasant, and his expectations for Tang Le and Tang San are only every parent's expectations for their children's future.

At that time, the big battle six years ago really left a deep impression on him, and it was the simple-looking man in front of him. Carrying a sledgehammer in one hand, he had dealings with many people, and fought bloodily for three days and three nights. took his mother and himself to the Holy Soul Village and lived a simple life.

"Dad, can you use that piece of iron for me?" Tang San pointed to the iron block in the corner, he used to be the best outer disciple of the Tang Sect, since he came to this world, he also had to carry forward the secret weapon of the Tang Sect. Tang Hao usually has forging at home, but most of them are forging some ordinary farm tools. Therefore, there are many iron essences at home that are not needed, and Tang San has this idea.

Tang Le looked at the iron essence in the corner, he knew what Tang San was going to do, no wonder Tang San had always stayed in the corner before. Stirring around the pieces of iron, and looking at them curiously from time to time, it turned out that it was the idea.

"Junior, do you want to become a blacksmith like your father?" Ah Yin asked with some hesitation in the direction Tang San was pointing.

Tang Hao also looked at it curiously, if Tang San hadn't reminded him, he hadn't found that there was still iron essence in that pile of pig iron.

"Yes, if I can't be a soul master, I will become a blacksmith and take over your father's responsibilities." Tang San said with some confidence that as a disciple of the Tang Sect, he was still confident in whether he could be a blacksmith.

Tang Hao thought for a moment and nodded, "That's also a good choice, junior, what kind of blacksmith do you tell me is a really good blacksmith?" ”

Tang San was stunned, then turned his head to look at Tang Le, who was also contemplating, and suddenly got the answer, "A blacksmith who can make artifacts, he is a good blacksmith!" ”

"Artifact?" Tang Hao looked at him with interest and mocked, "You also know the artifact?" Then tell me, how is an artifact defined? ”

"Of course it's made of god-grade materials!" Without waiting for Tang San to speak, Tang Le took the lead in speaking. He still knows a lot about artifacts, and the original Xuanyuan Divine Sword belongs to the artifact handed down from ancient times, but after jumping into the ghost and worrying, the Xuanyuan Divine Sword disappeared.

"It's not like this" Tang Hao smiled slightly, denied Tang Le's statement, and then explained. "The best materials are not the best artifact, at most it is just a little better than the ordinary, the real artifact, he has his own spiritual consciousness, in other words, he has his own life."

"And the best blacksmith is to breathe life and vitality into it. Good materials alone are not enough, but also a good blacksmith. ”