There are only six kinds of martial arts recorded in the Xuantian Treasure Record, which are the internal strength, the heart method, the Xuantian Gong, and the Xuanyu hand, the method of practice. The method of eye training, the purple pole magic pupil. The method of grasping the crane and the dragon, the method of light body and the ghost shadow, as well as the method of using hidden weapons, and the hidden weapons are solved.

The first five are the basics. There is no solid foundation. How can you bring out the essence of the secret weapon of the Tang Sect?

He began to cultivate Xuantian Gong at the age of more than a year, and now Tang San is almost six years old. He's still laying the groundwork.

Tang Sandi's family lived on the west side of Holy Soul Village. At the head of the village, the three adobe houses are arguably the most humble in the entire village. On the large roof in the center, there is a wooden plaque about one meter in diameter, on which is painted a simple hammer, and the most widely represented meaning of the hammer in this world refers to the blacksmith.

That's right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, is a blacksmith. The only subway craftsman in the village.

In this world. Blacksmithing is arguably one of the lowest professions. For some special reason, none of the world's top weapons were forged by blacksmiths.

However, as the only blacksmith in this village, the Tang San family should not have been so poor, but. Most of that meager income is ......

As soon as you enter the house. Tang San had already smelled the smell of rice, it was not the breakfast that Tang Hao made for him, but the ground he made for Tang Hao.

From the age of four. When Tang Sandi's height was not enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already a work he had to work every day. Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stove.

It wasn't Tang Hao who asked him to do this, but because he didn't. Tang San almost didn't have a time when he could eat enough.

When I came to the stove, I skillfully stepped on the wooden bench. Lift the lid of the large iron pot. The smell of rice came from the nose, and the porridge in the pot was already cooked.

Every day before going up the mountain. Tang San would put the rice in the pot. Get firewood. When he returned, the porridge was ready.

Picking up the two bowls next to the stove that had been broken with more than ten notches, Tang San carefully filled the two bowls of porridge. Placed on the table behind him, the rice grains in the porridge could be counted almost at a glance, for Tang San, who was in the long body, this bit of nutrition was obviously not enough. That's why he's so thin.

"Dad. Time to eat. Tang San shouted.

Half an hour later, the curtain was lifted. A tall figure walked out with a somewhat stumbling step.

It was a middle-aged man. He looks to be close to fifty years old. But his figure is very tall and burly, but his dress is not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on his body, there was not even a patch on it, revealing the bronzed skin underneath, his originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, he looked sleepy-eyed, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, his beard had not been tidied up for many days, his eyes were dull and yellow, although it had been a night, the smell of wine on his body still made Tang San frown.

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

From small to large. Tang San didn't know what father's love was. Tang Hao to him. It's never been a matter of ignorance. In the beginning, I would cook something for him. But over time. When Tang San started to take the initiative to cook, Tang Hao didn't care about anything, his family was so poor that he didn't even have decent tables and chairs. Eating is also a problem, and the main reason is that Tang Hao exchanged all his meager income for wine.

and Tang San's eldest child. My father is usually about 30 years old. Married early, he was not even thirty years old. But Tang Hao looked much older than them. Instead, he looked like Tang San's grandfather.

Regarding Tang Hao's attitude, Tang San did not resent the previous life. He is an orphan, in this life, although Tang Hao treats him badly. But at least there is a loved one. For Tang San. This has made him very satisfied. At least. There's a guy here who lets him call Daddy.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, he was not afraid of being hot, and poured the porridge into his belly in a big gulp. The dark yellow face looks a little more shiny.

"Daddy, drink slowly. And also. Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand. I gave him another bowl of porridge. I also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

When he was in Tangmen, he never left there, and he had little contact with outside affairs. It was like a blank sheet of paper, but it came to this world. Be a kid again. There is nothing unacceptable.

Soon, seven or eighty percent of a pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach, let out a long breath, and put the bowl on the table. His drooping eyelids opened a few points and looked at Tang San.

"If you have a job, you take it first. I'll do it again in the afternoon. I'm going to sleep a little longer. ”

Tang Hao's work and rest habits are very regular, and he sleeps in the morning. Build some farm tools in the afternoon. As income, drink in the evening.

"Okay, Dad. Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao stood up. After drinking a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped shaking. Walk towards the inner room.

"Dad. Tang San suddenly shouted.

Tang Hao stood still. Turning his head to look at him. There was obviously a little more impatience between the eyebrows.

Tang San pointed to a piece of cast iron with a 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 the Tang Sect, and he was extremely familiar with making all kinds of secret weapons, of course. At that time, all kinds of materials were provided by the Tang Gate. And after coming to this world, although he also cultivated for a few years. But his strength is far from enough, and at the same time, he has never thought of putting down the secret weapon manufacturing that he is best at. He's now experimenting with forging some hidden weapons. But the material became the big problem.

The metals used by Tang Hao to build farm tools were all sent by the villagers. are impurities, a lot of iron. It was difficult to make a sophisticated secret weapon, and the piece of pig iron that Tang San was referring to at this time had just been sent yesterday. To Tang San's surprise, it was. This piece of iron ore actually contains a certain subway mother. It's perfect for crafting hidden weapons.

Tang Haodi's gaze shifted to pig iron. "Hey, there's an iron essence in here?" walked over and lowered his head to look, then turned his head to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"