MTL - Douluo Dalu-Chapter 2 Waste Wu soul and congenital power (1)
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Old Jack is obviously very patient with Tang San. In his heart, the most sensible child in the village is nothing more than Tang San in front of him. It is hard to imagine how such a father would have such a well-behaved son.
"The Great Soulmaster is the title of the Soulmaster. The Soulmaster is the most noble profession in our entire Douro continent. They can be powerful fighters and have excellent assistive abilities. But no matter which kind of soul division, level They are all sorted by the same title."
"The soul masters all have their own martial arts power, according to the strength of the martial arts force, they are divided into ten major titles. Each title is divided into ten levels. The first entry is called the soul, as long as the martial arts wake up, Everyone is a soul. If the martial arts can cultivate, when the soul reaches 11th level, it will enter the next title, which is the soul division. The great soul teacher is the third in the whole title sequence. By reaching the realm of the Great Soulmaster, it is already a very powerful soul teacher. The overall ten titles are like this."
"Soul, soul teacher, soul teacher, soul statue, soul sect, soul king, soul emperor, soul saint, contra and title fighting. The name of our Douro mainland is from this. Legend has it that The title of Dou Luo who has reached the 90th level or above can give himself a title. They are simply invincible existence!"
In the eyes, the glory of pride shines. "Our Holy Spirit Village had a soul sac of the eighth title a hundred years ago. It is extremely rare in the whole city of Notting, and even the entire province of Fasno."
On the side of Tang, he grinned. "Old Jack, that's just a legend."
As if it was touched by the scales, the old Jack was furious. "What is the legend, the legend is also from the facts. Tang Yan, you have been in the village for six years, you should understand the position of the soul saint in our minds. Let me hear you insult the soul of the Holy Man, I will expel you from the village. If you are not looking at the third, do you think I am willing to come to your kennel?"
Don Juan was not angry, still tapping on the farm tools in his hands, as if he had not heard Jack’s words.
Jack stunned him and said this to Tang Sandao: "You should never be so decadent like your father, well, I will go first. After three days, I will pick you up."
After that, old Jack left the blacksmith shop with anger.
"Dad." Tang San called.
"Well?" Tang Yan glanced at him coldly and saw the chill in his father's eyes. Tang San had to swallow the words he wanted to say. Going back to his own room and continuing to struggle, the 10,000 hits went.
As night fell, after dinner, Tang Yan wiped his mouth and habitually walked outside. For him, this was a routine and went out to drink. Drink the worst quality ale.
"Dad. Wait a minute." Tang Sanlai had no time to clean up the tableware, and first stopped Tang Yan.
"What?" Tang Yan glanced at him impatiently, although Tang Yan never played Tang San, but did not know why, Tang Santian was a little afraid of this father. For him who is a human being, he cannot change this feeling.
"That 10,000, I am forging." Tang said.
“Oh?” The light in Tang’s eyes seemed to shine a few points. “Let me show it.”
"Good." Tang San quickly ran back to his room, and soon he ran out with an iron piece.
The iron block is black and black, although the shape is irregular, but it seems that each section is extremely brilliance, and the black light is looming. The whole iron block is about one of the four people of the original shovel. It is not difficult for Tang Tianyun to take it with Xuan Tiangong.
Tang Yan grabbed the black iron block into his hand and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes. "Do you understand what I said now?"
Tang nodded three times. "A hundred steels are made into steel, and the metal with poor quality will be turned into high quality after continuous forging and purification. Dad, are you telling me this truth?"
Tang Zhen discovered that these days his son seemed to bring a lot of surprise to himself, and returned the iron to him. "Then you will continue. When you forgive it into a fist size, take it to me." He turned and walked out of the house.
According to what he originally said, forging the iron piece for 10,000 can teach Tang San forging, but now he seems to be eating his words. However, Tang San did not care about this. He just thought about what Tang Yin said.
"Fist size?" Is such a large iron piece really forged to the size of a fist? Although only a quarter of the original volume, Tang San is very clear, with the continuous forging, the density of iron is getting bigger and bigger, and the volume is becoming more difficult. If you want to forge it to the size of a fist, you can't do it with 10,000 strokes.
What is the refining of steel? In the eyes of Tang San, there was a shining light, and the foot was slightly wrong. The body had already dexterously drilled into his room. Soon, the bang of the bang, once again in the blacksmith shop.
Three days passed quickly. Tang San will still go to the top of the mountain every morning to do his routine homework. After returning home, in addition to cooking, it is forging. It is better than the pig iron. The daily tapping speed is increasing. Xuan Tiangong helped him to recover his strength quickly and maintain this continuous forging process.
"Small three, Grandpa came to pick you up." Old Jack arrived at the blacksmith shop on time, perhaps because of the boredom of Tang Yan, this time he did not even walk in, only called Tang San outside.
Tang San took a look at his father who had just had breakfast. Tang Yan said coldly: "Go. Don't delay cooking at noon."
