Douluo continent, southwest of the Tendou Empire, Fasno Province.
Holy Spirit Village, if one only listened to its name, then this was absolutely a rather astonishing name. But in fact, this was only a small village south of Fasno Province's Nuoding City with only three hundred households, that's all. The reason why it was called Holy Spirit, was because according to legend, a hundred years ago, a Spirit Sage level Soul Master had once walked out of this village, hence the name. This was also the eternal pride of Holy Spirit Village.
Outside of Holy Spirit Village, there were large tracts of farming land, the grain and vegetables produced here, all supplied to Nuoding City. Nuoding City in Fasno Province, although not considered a large city, but this place after all was very close to the border with another empire, and naturally was also one of the starting points for merchants of the two great empires. Nuoding City flourished because of this, and incidentally, the lives of the commoners in the surrounding villages were also much better than in other places.
The sky had just begun to brighten, the distant east rising a touch of pale white, adjacent to Holy Spirit Village on a small hill only a hundred meters high, but already there was a thin and small figure.
That was a child of only five or six years old, obviously, he often endured the warmth of the sun, his skin showing a healthy wheat color, short black hair looking very neat, his clothes although simple, were also clean.
For a child of his age, climbing the hundred-meter-high hill was not an easy task, but strangely, when he reached the top of the hill, his face was not red, and he was not out of breath. He had a contented look on his face.
The boy sat down on the hilltop, both of his eyes firmly staring at the gradually brightening smear of pale white in the east, slowly inhaling through his nose, and then slowly exhaling through his mouth, inhaling continuously, exhaling slightly, unexpectedly forming a wonderful cycle.
Just at this moment, his eyes suddenly opened wide, within the gradually brightening smear of pale white in the distant horizon, there seemed to flash a trace of faint purple gas, if one did not have astonishing eyesight and sufficient concentration, it was absolutely impossible to discover its existence.
The appearance of the purple gas, made the boy's mind completely focused, he even no longer exhaled, only lightly and slowly inhaled, at the same time both of his eyes tightly staring at that faintly discernible purple.
The purple Qi didn't appear for long. By the time the white light in the east was gradually covered by the rising sun, the purple Qi had completely disappeared.
Only then did the boy slowly close his eyes. At the same time, he let out a long breath of foul air. A stream of white air flowed out of his mouth like a waterfall, and then slowly dispersed.
After meditating for a while, the boy opened his eyes again. Perhaps it was because of the purple aura in the sky, but there was a faint layer of purple flickering in his eyes. Even though this purple color did not last for too long before fading away, it was still very clear when it was there.
Sighing dejectedly, the boy made an expression of helplessness that should not have appeared at his age. He shook his head and muttered to himself, "It's still not working. My Mysterious Heaven Skill is still unable to break through the bottleneck of the first layer. It had already been three whole months. What was going on? Even the Purple Demon Eyes, which required Purple Qi from the East to cultivate in the morning, were improving. The Mysterious Heaven Method couldn't break through its bottleneck, and my Mystic Jade Hand couldn't improve any further. Back when I was cultivating, I didn't encounter such a situation between the first and second stages. The Mysterious Heaven Skill has a total of nine layers. Why is the first layer so troublesome? Could it be that this world is different from the one I came from? "
It had been five years since he had arrived in this world. The child in front of him was Tang San, the one who had committed suicide at Tang Gate. When he awoke from his coma, he found that he could do nothing but feel warm. But the expected death did not come. Soon after, he passed through a process of compression and arrived in this world.
It was not until a long time later that Tang San understood what was going on. He did not die, but he was no longer the Tang San of the past.
After his birth, Tang San used nearly a year to learn the language of this world. He still remembered that when he was born, although he could not open his eyes to see, he heard a deep male voice wailing at the top of his lungs. When he learned the language of this world, he could only remember that the man seemed to be shouting, "Third sister, don't leave me." And that man was his father, Tang Hao. His mother in this world had died in childbirth at that time.
He did not know if it was the will of the heavens, or if it was a coincidence, in memory of his dead wife, Tang Hao gave him the name Tang San.
Children of the same age in the village often made fun of him because of this, but Tang San was very satisfied. After all, this was the name he had used for nearly thirty years in the other world. Just the familiarity alone was enough to make him fall in love with this word.
After coming to this world, after the initial shock and fear, and then the excitement, and now the calmness, Tang San had completely accepted the reality. In his view, this was another chance given to him by the heavens. Perhaps the biggest wish of his previous life could be realized in this life.
He came to this world naked, but Tang San had the greatest wealth, and that was his memory. As the most outstanding genius in the outer sect of Tang Gate, the manufacturing methods of all kinds of mechanical hidden weapons of Tang Gate were all imprinted in his mind. And after he stole the secret manuals of the inner sect of Tang Gate, he had been longing to have a taste for many years. In the process of learning, he also memorized the highest secret manual of the inner sect, Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. Tang San hoped that he could recreate the glory of Tang Gate in this world.
"It's time to go back." Tang San looked at the sky, and his thin body jumped up and ran down the mountain. If someone were to see him at this moment, they would definitely widen their eyes in shock. With every step he took, he was able to cover close to ten feet. The uneven ground in the mountains did not affect him at all. He easily dodged them, and as he moved forward, he was much faster than an adult.
What was the essence of Tang Gate? Hidden weapons, poison, and lightness skills. The biggest difference between the inner sect of Tang Gate and the outer sect was the use of hidden weapons. The outer sect mainly used mechanisms, while the inner sect used real techniques. Poison was usually used by the outer sect. The hidden weapons of the inner sect disciples rarely used poison, because they did not need it at all.
There were only six kinds of martial arts recorded in Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. They were the inner sect mental cultivation method Mysterious Heaven Skill, and the hand training method Mystic Jade Hand. The eye training method was Purple Demon Eyes. The grappling method was Controlling Crane Catching Dragon. The lightening method was Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step. The use of hidden weapons was Hidden Weapon Hundred Separation.
The first five were the basics. Without a solid foundation. How could he bring out the essence of Tang Gate's hidden weapons?
He started practicing Mysterious Heaven Skill at the age of one. Now Tang San was almost six years old. He was still laying the foundation.
Tang San's home was on the west side of Holy Spirit Village. It was located at the entrance of the village. The three adobe houses could be said to be the simplest in the whole village. On the big roof in the middle, there was a wooden sign with a diameter of one meter. On it was a simple and crude hammer. In this world, a hammer was widely represented as a blacksmith.
That's right. Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith. The only blacksmith in the village.
In this world. Blacksmithing could be said to be one of the lowest professions. Because of some special reason, the top weapons in this world were not forged by blacksmiths.
However, as the only blacksmith in this village, Tang San's family should not be so poor. However. That meager income was mostly …
As soon as he entered the house. Tang San could already smell the rice fragrance assailing his nostrils. That wasn't the breakfast Tang Hao had made for him, but rather he had made for Tang Hao.
Since the age of four. When Tang San's height could not reach the stove, the task of cooking was already his daily work. Even if he had to step on a stool to reach the stove.
It was not Tang Hao who asked him to do so, but because he did not want to do so. Tang San almost never had enough to eat.
Coming to the stove, he skillfully stepped on the wooden stool. Lifting the lid of the big iron pot. The aroma of rice wafted over. The porridge in the pot had already been cooked.
Every day before going up the mountain. Tang San would put the rice into the pot. Getting the firewood. When he came back, the porridge was also cooked.
Picking up the two bowls beside the stove that had been damaged more than ten times, Tang San carefully scooped two bowls of porridge. Putting it on the table behind him, the rice grains in the porridge could almost be counted at a glance. For Tang San, who was still growing, this nutrition was obviously not enough. This was also the reason why his body was so thin.
"Dad. Time to eat. "Tang San called.
After a long while, the curtain of the inner room was lifted. A tall figure staggered out of it.
It was a middle-aged man. He looked to be about close to fifty years old. But his body was very tall and burly, but his dressing was not flattering.
Wearing a torn robe, there was not even a patch on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath. The originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with a sleepy look. His hair was messy like a bird's nest, the beard on his face had not been trimmed for who knew how many days, and his eyes were dull and dim. Although a night had passed, the smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown.
This was Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.
From childhood to adulthood. Tang San did not know what a father's love was. Tang Hao to him. He always did not care about anything. In the beginning, she would cook some food for him. But as time went on. When Tang San began to take the initiative to cook, Tang Hao did not care about anything. His family was so poor that they did not even have a decent table and chair. Eating was also a problem. The main reason was that Tang Hao had exchanged his meager salary as a subway worker for alcohol.
A child who was the same age as Tang San. His father was usually around thirty years old. He married early and was not even thirty years old. But Tang Hao looked much older than them. Instead, he looked like Tang San's grandfather.
Tang San did not resent Tang Hao's attitude. In his previous life. He was an orphan. In this life, although Tang Hao did not treat him well. But at least he had a relative. For Tang San. This had already made him very satisfied. At least. There was a person here who let him call him father.
Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of the heat, and gulped down the porridge. His dark yellow face looked a little more lustrous.
"Father, drink slowly. Also. "Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand. He filled another bowl of porridge for him. He also picked up the bowl and started to eat.
During the Tang Gate, he had never left that place and had little contact with the outside world. He was like a blank piece of paper. In this world. He became a child again. There was nothing unacceptable about it.
Soon, seventy to eighty percent of the pot of porridge went into Tang Hao's stomach. He let out a long breath and put the bowl on the table. His drooping eyelids opened a little and looked at Tang San.
"If there is a job, take it first. I will do it in the afternoon. I will sleep for a while. "
Tang Hao's work and rest habits were very regular. He slept in the morning. In the afternoon, he made some farm tools. As income, he drank at night.
"Okay, father." Tang San nodded.
Tang Hao stood up. After drinking a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped shaking. He walked toward the inner room.
"Father." Tang San suddenly called out.
Tang Hao stood still. He turned his head to look at him. There was a bit of impatience between his brows.
Tang San pointed to a piece of iron in the corner with a faint layer of bird light. "Can I use this iron?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding disciple of the Tang Gate and was very familiar with making all kinds of hidden weapons. Of course. At that time, all kinds of materials were provided by the Tang Gate. After coming to this world, although he had practiced for a few years, his strength was far from enough. However, his strength was still far from enough. At the same time, he had never thought of giving up his best hidden weapon manufacturing. He had already started to try to make some hidden weapons. But the materials became a big problem.
The metal that Tang Hao used to make farm tools was all sent by the villagers. It was all ordinary iron with a lot of impurities. It was very difficult to make excellent hidden weapons. At this time, the pig iron that Tang San pointed to was just sent yesterday. To Tang San's surprise. This iron ore unexpectedly contained a certain amount of iron ore. Using it to make hidden weapons couldn't be more suitable.
Tang Hao's gaze shifted to the pig iron. "Yi, there's iron essence inside?" Walking over and lowering his head to look, he again turned his head to look at Tang San. "Do you want to be a blacksmith later?"
Tang San nodded. Blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable profession for him to make hidden weapons. "Father, you're old. After a few years, when I'm a bit older, you can teach me how to make kitchen utensils. Let me take over your work." Before he did the most precise hidden weapon making work, the simplest forging he actually didn't know.
Tang Hao was a bit absent-minded, muttering: "Blacksmith, seems not bad." Pulling over a shabby chair, he directly sat down in front of that pig iron, languidly saying: "Little San, tell me, what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith."
Tang San thought for a moment, then said: "A blacksmith that can make divine tools, should be the best blacksmith." He once heard the villagers say that in this world there were divine tools. Even though he didn't know what divine tools were. But with the word "divine" hanging on it, it should be pretty good.
Tang Hao's eyes flashed a mocking light, "Divine tools? Little San also knows about divine tools. Then tell me, what are divine tools made of? "
Tang San didn't even think, directly said: "Of course with the best materials."
Tang Hao extended a forefinger, shaking it in front of Tang San, "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, using superior materials to make divine tools is not the best blacksmith. At most it's just a synthesizer. Using ordinary iron to make divine tools is a divine blacksmith. "
"Using ordinary iron to make divine tools?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao with some surprise. Usually, Tang Hao rarely talked to him, today was already the most.
Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a fifty centimeter square lump of iron on the other side of the room, "If you want to be a blacksmith, learn forging from me. Then, you first use a hammer to forge it ten thousand times. Only then you have the qualifications. "
That was a piece of ordinary iron, containing many impurities, who knew how much worse than the one with iron mother.
"Now, you can still change your mind." Tang Hao said lightly. He was already preparing to return to the inner room to continue sleeping.
"Dad, I'm willing to try." Tang San's voice was clear and calm, but contained a bit of firmness.
Tang Hao looked at him with some surprise, "Good." While speaking, he walked over, picked up that big lump of iron, and directly put it on the stove next to the bellows. As long as the charcoal fire was lit, it could be forged.
After that, Tang Hao returned to the inner room to sleep.
Tang San was a man with a firm mind, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to rely on a tattered blueprint to create the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, the top mechanical hidden weapon of the Tang Gate. It took him a full ten years to complete.
He lit the charcoal fire, pulled the bellows, and began his work.
The bellows whistled, and flames emerged from the charcoal stove, burning that big lump of iron. Although Tang San didn't know how to forge, he often watched Tang Hao forge farm tools, so he still knew the process.
When the lump of iron gradually burned red, he dragged over the iron hammer that Tang Hao usually used, and put it on the ground. This kind of long-handled iron hammer was even taller than his height, and an ordinary five or six year old child couldn't even lift it, let alone brandishing it to forge.
But Tang San still picked it up, and the Xuantian power circulated throughout his body. Although he hadn't broken through the first layer, he already had the strength of an adult.
Clang — —, the iron hammer collided with the lump of iron, producing a crisp sound. This was Tang San's first hammer strike, and also the prelude to forging.
In the inner room, Tang Hao turned over on the bed. Although his eyes were closed, there was still a bit of surprise on his face, and he murmured, "He can actually pick up a hammer, is he born with divine strength?"
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang began to resound in the blacksmith's shop. The father and son, Tang Hao and Tang San, began to repeat their ordinary life, but from this day on, Tang Hao gave Tang San another stove in the room, and let him forge that lump of iron himself. He didn't give any guidance to Tang San, but from this day on, Tang Hao drank less wine, and the food at home also increased.
Forging was definitely a boring and tiring process, but Tang San regarded it as a form of tempering for his body. Eleven days had already passed, and he was still counting the number of times he forged. If he wanted to swing the iron hammer, he couldn't do it with just his physical strength, and he needed the assistance of the Mysterious Heaven Method.
His entire internal energy was only enough to swing around a hundred times, and every time 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 was not only a form of tempering for his body, but repeated consumption and recovery was also a good form of tempering for his Mysterious Heaven Method and willpower. Unfortunately, the bottleneck of the first layer of the Mysterious Heaven Method was like an indestructible barrier. Tang San's cultivation couldn't be said to not be hard, and he had enough talent, but he still couldn't break through to the second layer.
However, his training didn't go to waste. Although the Mysterious Heaven Method didn't make a breakthrough, his internal energy became more tenacious as he forged the iron lump, and his recovery speed seemed to be a little faster than before.
Eleven days passed, and Tang San had already swung the iron lump more than eight thousand times. The iron lump was constantly shrinking, and it was already less than a third of its original volume. With his physical training and the increase in food, his body became a little sturdier, as if there was a force gradually pouring into his body from within, causing his continuous forging process to gradually reduce the consumption of internal energy. And when he added all of his internal energy, his strength also increased a lot.
When he hammered the iron lump a thousand times, there was already a certain change, and it became a whole circle smaller. Although it was burning red in the charcoal fire, he could faintly see that the impurities inside seemed to have decreased a lot.
Tempered a hundred times into steel, this phrase appeared in Tang San's mind, and this also strengthened his determination to complete this ten thousand hammer strikes. And he was already very close to this goal.
Tang San's persistence made Tang Hao very surprised. In his opinion, even if his son was born with divine strength, it would still be impossible for him to persist for more than three days. In order to prevent slippage, the iron hammer's handle was so rough, and constantly swinging it, rubbing against the palm, would inevitably bring great harm to the palm. But he discovered that although Tang San was doing solid forging, his pair of tender little hands didn't seem to have any change. Not even a blister had appeared.
Tang San didn't want to lose this father, and even more didn't want his past to be known by others. Therefore, he naturally wouldn't tell Tang Hao that this was because he was practicing the Tang Gate's Mystic Jade Hand.
To use hidden weapons well, the most basic requirement was the fusion of eyesight, hand strength, and heart strength. As the saying goes, when the heart reaches the eye, when the eye reaches the hand reaches the hand. Therefore, in the Tang Gate's practice method, the requirements for eyesight and hand strength were extremely high.
Purple Demon Eyes, when the sun rises in the east, is used to practice for a short period of time to greatly improve eyesight.
Mystic Jade Hand, can make the palm extremely tough, and can isolate any kind of poison.
These two abilities are compulsory for the Tang Gate's inner disciples. Although Tang San's Mystic Jade Hand was far from perfect, he could still protect his palm from blisters.
"Just a little more, and I can finish it today." Tang San exerted all his strength to swing the iron hammer in his hand. In this boring process, his heart was not calm. His understanding of this world was still very preliminary. After all, this was only a small village.
This world was called the Douluo Continent, and there were two great empires on the continent, or you could say they were two alliances. Because in these two empires, a large number of territories were enfeoffed, and there were countless nobles with armed forces.
These two empires, one was the Tendou Empire where Tang San was from, and the other was the Seonra Empire in the south.
Fasnou Province was located at the border between the two empires, and Nuoding City next to the Holy Spirit Village was less than two hundred miles away from the Seonra Empire.
Tang San knew from the conversation of the villagers that in the Douluo Continent, there was no martial arts of his world, but there was something called Martial Spirit. It was said that everyone had their own Martial Spirit, and among them, very few people could practice their Martial Spirits, forming a profession called Soul Master. And the noblest profession in the Douluo Continent was Soul Master. For example, the legendary Soul Master who walked out of the Holy Spirit Village a hundred years ago was a Soul Master. Soul Sage was the title of a Soul Master who had reached a certain level.
Martial Spirits were divided into two main categories, one was Tool Spirit, and the other was Beast Spirit. As the name implied, those who used Tools as their Martial Spirits were Tool Spirits, and those who used Animals as their Martial Spirits were Beast Spirits. Relatively speaking, Tool Spirits encompassed a much wider range, and the majority of people also had Tool Spirits. And among Tool Spirits, the proportion of Martial Spirits that couldn't be practiced was also greater than that of Beast Spirits.
Tang San once saw a person in the village with a Hoe Spirit, and it was clearly a kind of Martial Spirit that couldn't be practiced. But even so, when he was plowing the field, he was still faster than ordinary villagers.
This was also all that Tang San understood, because everyone had their own Martial Spirit, and Tang San also wanted to know what his own Martial Spirit was. In the end, it was Tool Spirit or Beast Spirit, and could it be practiced?
On the Douluo Mainland, the people's Martial Spirit awakened at the age of six, and in a few days, Tang San would be six years old. He didn't know why, but he vaguely felt that the reason why his Mysterious Heaven Skill couldn't break through seemed to be related to this Martial Spirit.
Regarding becoming a Soul Master, Tang San wasn't very interested, but he was determined to become an Inner Sect Hidden Weapon Expert of the Tang Gate, so how could he not have internal strength?
"Tang Hao, are you busy?" Just as Tang San was working hard towards his ten thousand times forging, he heard an old voice coming from outside.
It was currently afternoon, and Tang Hao was working, forging farm tools. Hearing this, he only grunted.
Tang San somewhat curiously walked out of his room, only to see an old man, looking to be in his sixties, tall and thin, but hale and hearty, clothes clean and tidy, hair also meticulously combed. Compared to Tang Hao, they were simply two extremes.
This person Tang San recognized, it was Holy Spirit Village's village elder, old Jack.
"Little San, come, let grandpa take a look." Old Jack waved his hand towards Tang San.
This village elder was a good person, the villagers all respected him very much. In the early years, when Tang San's family was at its most difficult, he didn't fail to deliver food.
"Grandpa Jack, hello." Tang San walked in front of old Jack, respectfully saluting him. Regarding people who were good to him, Tang San would always remember them in his heart.
Tang Hao coldly said: "What's the matter, village elder?" Old Jack was actually older than him by less than ten years, but insisted on being a generation higher than him, making Tang Hao somewhat unhappy.
Old Jack seemed already accustomed to Tang Hao's attitude, "Ah, Tang Hao, little San is also almost six years old. He should also participate in this year's awakening ceremony. "
Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, indifferently saying: "Then participate. When is it? "
Old Jack said: "In three days, when the time comes I'll come pick him up." Looking at Tang Hao's appearance, he very clearly wanted to say, if he relied on you to send him, I'm afraid it would be delayed.
Tang Hao nodded, no longer paying attention to this village elder.
But Tang San somewhat curiously asked: "Grandpa Jack, what is the awakening ceremony?"
Old Jack sternly said: "Each of us has a spirit belonging to ourselves, at the age of six years or so we must undergo the awakening ceremony. With a spirit, we can strengthen some aspect of our ability. Even the most common spirit will also be somewhat helpful. If by any chance you possess an outstanding spirit, and can undergo cultivation, then, you even have the possibility to become a Soul Master. The awakening ceremony is only held once a year, I can't let you miss it. It is Nuoding city's spirit division deacon lord who personally came to help our village's children awaken. That deacon lord is a Great Soul Master level Soul Master. "
Speaking of the three words Great Soul Master, Jack's eyes clearly revealed an envious expression.
Regarding the concept of Soul Master, Tang San had only vaguely heard a bit, at this time seizing the opportunity naturally wouldn't easily let it go, closely questioning: "What does Great Soul Master mean?"
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