Douluo Continent, southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasno Province.
Holy Soul Village, if you just listen to its name, then this is definitely a rather surprising name, but in fact, this is just a small village with only more than 300 households in the south of Notting City, Fasno County. The reason why it is named Holy Soul is because according to legend, a soul master at the level of Soul Saint walked out here a hundred years ago, hence the name. This is also the eternal pride of Holy Soul Village.
Outside the Holy Spirit Village, there are large tracts of farming land. The food and vegetables produced here must be supplied to Notting City. Although Notting City is not a big city in Fasno Province, it is, after all, far away from other places. The border of an empire is very close, and it is naturally one of the starting points of business transactions between the two empires. Notting City has prospered because of this. Incidentally, the life of the civilians in these villages around the city is much better than other places.
It was just dawn, and a faint white fish maw rose from the east in the distance. On a hill that was only more than 100 meters high adjacent to the Holy Spirit Village, there was already a thin figure.
It was a child of only five or six years old. Obviously, he often endured the warmth of the sun, his skin showed a healthy wheat color, his short black hair looked neat, and his clothes were simple and clean.
For a child his age, it was not easy to climb this hundred-meter-high hill, but it was strange that when he came to the commanding height of the top of the mountain, his face was not red, he was not breathing, and he looked A happy look.
The boy sat down on the top of the mountain, his eyes stared at the gradually bright white fish maw in the east, he slowly inhaled from his nose, and then slowly exhaled from his mouth, inhaling slowly and exhaling slightly, it was actually Formed a wonderful cycle.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and in the white fish maw that was gradually brightening in the distance, a faint purple air seemed to flash. If it wasn't for his amazing eyesight and enough concentration, he would never have been able to discover its existence. of.
The appearance of the purple qi made the boy's spirit completely concentrated. He didn't even breathe out, but only inhaled slightly and slowly, while his eyes stared at the fading purple.
The purple qi didn't appear for a long time. When the white fish maw in the east was gradually covered by the rising sun, the purple qi had completely disappeared.
The boy slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time let out a long breath of the turbid air in his body. A white air flow spit out from his mouth like a horse, and then slowly dissipated.
After sitting quietly for a long time, the boy opened his eyes again. I don't know if it was because of the purple air in the sky, there was a faint purple meaning in his eyes. When it exists, it is so clear.
With a sigh, the boy made a helpless expression that should never appear at his age, shook his head, and said to himself, "It still won't work, my Xuan Tian Gong still can't break through the bottleneck of the first level. It's been three months, why is that? Even the Ziji Demon Eye, which can only be cultivated in the early morning, has been improving. My Xuantian Gong can't break through the bottleneck, and my Xuanyu hand can't be improved. When I was cultivating, between the first and second levels, I didn’t seem to encounter such a situation. There are nine levels of Xuan Tian Gong, why is the first level so troublesome? Could it be because this world is different from my original Is the world different?"
It's been more than five years since he came to this world, and the child in front of him is Tang San who jumped off a cliff in Tangmen. When he wakes up from his coma, he finds that he can't do anything but a warm feeling. But the expected death did not come, and soon, he came to this world through a process of extrusion.
It wasn't until a long time later that Tang San understood what was going on. He wasn't dead, but he was no longer the Tang San he used to be.
After he was born, it took Tang San nearly a year to learn the language of this world. He still remembered that when he was born, although he couldn't open his eyes to watch, he heard a thick male voice crying like a heartbreaker. When he learned the language of this world and recalled with his extraordinary memory, he could only remember that the man seemed to be shouting, Sanmei, don't leave me behind, and that man was his father Tang Hao. His mother in this world had already died in childbirth at that time.
I don't know if it's God's will or just a coincidence. In order to commemorate his dead wife, Tang Hao gave him the magical name Tang San.
Children of the same age in the village would often make fun of him, but Tang San was very satisfied. It was, after all, the name he had used in another world for nearly three decades. Familiarity alone has already made him fall in love with these two words.
Coming to this world, after the initial surprise and fear, to the later excitement and the current calm, Tang San has completely accepted the reality. In his opinion, this is another chance given to him by God. Perhaps the greatest wish in the past life can be realized in this life.
He came to this world naked, but Tang San had the greatest wealth, and that was memory. As the most outstanding genius of Tangmen's outer sect, the manufacturing methods of Tangmen's various secret weapons were imprinted in his mind. And after he stole the secret book of Tangmen's inner door, he had been eager to taste it for many years. In the process of learning, he also memorized the highest Xuantian treasure record in the inner door. Tang San hoped that the glory of Tang Sect could be reproduced in this world.
"It's time to go back." Tang San looked at the sky, his slender body jumped up, and ran down the mountain. If anyone sees him at this time, their eyes will widen in surprise. Every step he takes, he can be nearly a zhang. The uneven ground between the mountains has no effect on him at all. Avoiding, moving fast, much faster than adults.
What is the essence of Tangmen? Hidden weapons, poisons, and light work. The biggest difference between the inner door and the outer door of Tangmen is the use of hidden weapons. The outer door is mainly composed of machines, while the inner door is the real technique. Poison is generally only used by the outer sect, and the hidden weapons of the inner sect disciples are rarely used because they do not need it at all.
There are only six kinds of martial arts recorded in Xuantian Baolu, namely, the inner strength and heart method Xuantian Gong, the hand training method Xuanyushou, the eye training method Ziji Demon Eye, the grasping method to control the crane and capture the dragon, the light body method to lose track of ghosts and shadows, As well as the method of using hidden weapons, there are hundreds of solutions for hidden weapons.
The first five are the foundation. Without a solid foundation, how can the essence of Tangmen's hidden weapons be brought into play
He started cultivating Xuan Tian Gong when he was just over a year old, and now Tang San is almost six years old, he is still laying the foundation.
Tang San's house lived on the west side of the Holy Spirit Village. At the head of the village, the three adobe houses were the most primitive in the entire village. On the big roof in the middle, there was a wooden sign about one meter in diameter. with a humble hammer. The most widely represented meaning of hammer in this world refers to blacksmith.
That's right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith, the only blacksmith in the village.
In this world, blacksmiths can be said to be one of the lowest occupations. For some special reason, the top weapons in this world are not forged by blacksmiths.
But, as the only blacksmith in this village, Tang San's family shouldn't be so poor, but most of that meager income is...
As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could already smell the fragrant aroma of rice. It wasn't the breakfast that Tang Hao made for him, but what he made for Tang Hao.
From the age of four, when Tang San was not tall enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already his daily job. Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stovetop.
It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but because it wasn't like this, Tang San almost never had enough time to eat.
When I came to the stove, I stepped on the wooden stool skillfully, lifted the lid of the big iron pot, and the smell of rice came out, and the porridge in the pot was already overcooked.
Before going up the mountain every day, Tang San would put the rice in the pot and prepare the firewood, and when he came back, the porridge was already cooked.
Picking up the two bowls next to the stove with more than ten cracks, Tang San carefully filled two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind him. The grains of rice in the porridge could almost be counted at a glance. For Tang San, who was growing up, this amount of nutrition was obviously not enough, which was why his body was so slender.
"Dad, it's time to eat." Tang San called.
After a long while, the curtain of the door was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with a staggering pace.
It was a middle-aged man who looked like he was about fifty years old, but he was very tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.
The torn robe was worn on the body, without even a patch on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath. The originally upright facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with a sleepy look, and the hair was messy like a bird's nest. The beard on the face has not been groomed for an unknown number of days. His eyes were dull and dim, even though the night had passed, the smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown.
This is Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.
From childhood to adulthood, Tang San didn't know what a father's love was. Tang Hao never cared about him. At the beginning, he would cook some food for him, but as time went by, when Tang San became After he started to cook actively, Tang Hao didn't care about anything. The family was so poor that they didn't even have a decent table and chairs, and eating was a problem. The main reason was that Tang Hao exchanged his meager blacksmith's income for wine.
The older child with Tang San, the father is usually around 30 years old, and the early marriage is not even 30 years old, but Tang Hao looks much older than them, instead he looks like Tang San's grandfather .
Tang San never resented Tang Hao's attitude. In the previous life, he was an orphan. In this life, even though Tang Hao treated him badly, he at least had relatives. For Tang San, this already made him very satisfied. At least, there was someone here who asked him to call him Daddy.
Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of scalding, and poured the porridge into his belly with big mouthfuls, his dark yellow complexion looked a little more lustrous.
"Dad, you drink slowly, and there's more." Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and gave him another bowl of porridge. He also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.
When he was in the Tang Sect, he never left there, and he had little contact with the outside world. Originally like a blank sheet of paper, there is nothing unacceptable in this world to be a child again.
Soon, seventy 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. The drooping eyelids opened a little and looked at Tang San.
"If you have work, you can take it first, and I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go to sleep for a while."
Tang Hao's work and rest habits are very regular. He sleeps in the morning, builds some farm implements in the afternoon, and drinks at night.
"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.
Tang Hao stood up, drank a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped shaking, and walked towards the interior.
"Dad." Tang San suddenly called out.
Tang Hao stood still, turned his head to look at him, and his brows were obviously a little more impatient.
Tang San pointed to a piece of raw iron in the corner with a faint layer of black light: "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 was extremely familiar with the manufacture of various hidden weapons. Of course, that At that time, various materials were provided by Tangmen. After arriving in this world, although he has practiced for a few years, his strength is still far from enough. At the same time, he has never thought of letting go of the hidden weapon manufacturing that he is best at. Now he has begun to try to forge some hidden weapons. But materials have become a big problem.
The metals used by Tang Hao to build farm tools were all sent by the villagers, and they were all iron with a lot of impurities. It was difficult to make sophisticated hidden weapons. At this time, the piece of pig iron Tang San was referring to was delivered just yesterday. What surprised Tang San was that this piece of iron ore actually contained a certain amount of iron mother, which was perfect for making hidden weapons.
Tang Hao's gaze shifted to pig iron, "Huh. Is there an iron spirit in here?" He walked over and lowered his head to look, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"
Tang San nodded, the blacksmith profession is undoubtedly the most suitable for him to build hidden weapons, "Dad, when you are old, in a few years, when I am older, you will teach me to build kitchen utensils and let me take over your job. ." In the past, he did the most sophisticated hidden weapon manufacturing work, but he couldn't do the simplest forging.
Tang Hao was slightly absent-minded, and murmured: "The blacksmith, it seems to be good." Pulling over a worn-out chair, he sat down directly in front of the piece of pig iron, and said lazily, "Little San, tell me, what? Such a blacksmith is the best blacksmith."
Tang San thought for a while, then said: "The blacksmith who can create artifacts should be the best blacksmith." He once heard people in the village say that there are artifacts in this world, even though he doesn't know what the artifacts are. what is. But with a word of God, it should be good to think about it.
Tang Hao's eyes flashed a sneering brilliance, "Artifact? Xiaosan also knows the artifact. Then tell me, what is the artifact made of?"
Tang San didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Of course the best materials are used."
Tang Hao stretched out a forefinger and shook it in front of Tang San, "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, use high-quality materials to make artifacts, it's not the best blacksmith, at most it's just a synthesizer. If you use ordinary iron to create artifacts, you are the master craftsman."
"Making an artifact out of ordinary iron?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao in surprise. Normally, Tang Hao rarely talks to him, but today is already the most time.
Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a large iron lump on the other side of the room with a square of fifty centimeters, "If you want to become a blacksmith, learn to forge with me. Then, you must first forge it with a hammer for 10,000 strokes. This is the qualification. "
It was a piece of ordinary iron, which contained a lot of impurities, and it was not known how much worse than the piece with iron mother.
"Now, you can change your mind." Tang Hao said lightly. Ready to go back to sleep.
"Dad, I'm willing to try." Tang San's voice was clear and calm, but it contained a firmness.
Tang Hao looked at him with some surprise, "Okay." As he said, he walked over, picked up the big iron lump, and placed it directly on the stove beside the bellows. As long as the charcoal fire was lit, it could be treated. forging.
After doing this, Tang Hao went back to sleep.
Tang San is a determined person, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to create Buddha's Fury Tang Lian, the top secret weapon of the Tang Sect, with a dilapidated blueprint. It took him ten years.
Lighting the charcoal fire, pulling the bellows, he went to work.
The whirring sound of the bellows sounded, and flames emerged from the charcoal stove, burning the big iron lump. Although Tang San didn't know how to forge, he often watched Tang Hao build farm implements, and he still knew the process.
When Tie Tuo gradually became red, he dragged Tang Hao's usual hammer and placed it on the ground. This long-handled hammer was even a little taller than his height. Ordinary five- or six-year-old children could Impossible to move, let alone wield it to forge.
But Tang San still picked it up, Xuantian's skill spread all over his body, even though he had not yet broken through the first level, he also possessed the strength of an adult.
When—, the iron hammer collided with the iron lump, making a crisp sound, this was Tang San's first hammer blow, and it also opened the prelude to the forging.
In the middle, Tang Hao, who was lying on the bed, turned over. Although he closed his eyes, his expression was still a little surprised. He muttered, "You can actually hold a hammer, do you have a natural power?"
Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang began to sound in the blacksmith shop, Tang Hao and Tang San and their father and son continued to repeat their ordinary life, the only difference was that from this day onwards, Tang Hao gave Tang San another stove in the room , let him forge the iron lump himself. He didn't point Tang San for a while, but from this day on, Tang Hao drank less wine and had more food at home.
Forging is definitely a boring and tiring process, but Tang San regards it as training his body. Eleven days have passed, and he has been counting the numbers he has forged. If he wants to swing the hammer, he cannot do it with the strength of his body. He must have the assistance of Xuan Tian Gong.
All of his skills were enough to swing a hundred hammers. Whenever his skills were exhausted, he would sit cross-legged on the ground to recover, and he would continue to beat as soon as his internal strength recovered.
This is not just a physical exercise, repeated consumption and recovery, it is also a good exercise for his Xuan Tian Gong and will. It's a pity that the bottleneck of the first stage of Xuan Tiangong is like an indestructible barrier. Tang San's cultivation is not without hard work, and his talent is enough, but he just can't break through and enter the second stage.
But his training was not in vain. Although Xuan Tian Gong failed to break through, this internal force became more tenacious as he forged iron tuo, and the recovery speed seemed to be a little faster than before.
Eleven days passed, Tang San had already swung more than 8,000 hammers, and the iron lump kept getting smaller, less than one-third of its original size. With the increase in physical exercise and food, his body became a little stronger, as if a force from the body was gradually injected into him, so that during the continuous forging process, the consumption of internal force was gradually decreasing. And when all the internal force is added, the strength also increases a lot.
When he smashed down a thousand hammers, the iron lump had already changed to a certain extent, and it was a whole circle smaller. Although it burned red in the charcoal fire, it could be vaguely seen that the impurities inside seemed to have decreased a lot.
Hundreds of refining into steel, the word appeared in Tang San's mind, which further strengthened his determination to complete this ten thousand hammers. And it's very close to that goal.
Tang San's persistence surprised Tang Hao. In his opinion, even if his son was born with divine power, he couldn't persist for more than three days. The handle of the hammer is so rough to prevent slippage, and the constant swinging and friction with the palm will inevitably cause great damage to the palm. But he found that although Tang San was actually forging, his immature little hands didn't seem to have changed at all. Not even a single blister.
Tang San didn't want to lose this father, and he also didn't want his past to be known, so he naturally wouldn't tell Tang Hao, this was because he practiced Tang Sect's Xuanyu Hand.
If you want to use the hidden weapon, the most basic need is the integration of eyesight, hand strength, and mental strength. As the so-called heart to eye, eye to hand. Therefore, in the cultivation method of Tangmen's inner sect, the requirements for eyesight and hand strength are extremely high.
Purple Demon Eyes, using the brief moment of purple energy when the rising sun rises, can greatly improve eyesight.
Profound jade hand can make the palm extremely tough and isolate any toxins.
These two abilities are compulsory courses for inner disciples of Tang Sect. Even though Tang San's mysterious jade hand was far from hot enough, he could still protect his palm from blistering.
"Just work harder, it can be done today." Tang San vigorously swung the hammer in his hand, but his heart was not calm during this boring process. His understanding of this world is still very preliminary. After all, this is just a small village.
This world is called Douluo Continent, and there are two great empires on the continent, or two alliances. Because in the two empires, a large number of territories were entrusted to the princes, and there were countless nobles with armed forces.
One of these two empires was the Heaven Dou Empire where Tang San was located, and the other was the Star Luo Empire in the south.
Fasnow Province was located at the junction of the two countries, and the city of Nording next to the Holy Spirit Village was less than 200 miles away from the Star Luo Empire.
Tang San knew from the conversation with the villagers that in Douluo Continent, there is no martial arts of his own world, but there is something called martial arts. It is said that everyone has their own martial spirit, and among them, a very small number of people's martial arts can be cultivated, forming a profession called a soul master. And the most noble profession of Pan Continent is the soul master. Like the legendary soul sage who walked out of the Holy Spirit Village a hundred years ago, he was a soul master.
Martial spirits are divided into two categories, one is weapon spirits, and the other is beast spirits. As the name suggests, those who use tools as martial spirits are weapon spirits, and those who use animals as martial spirits are beast martial arts. Relatively speaking, weapon spirits cover a wider range, most people are weapon spirits, and the proportion of weapon spirits that cannot be cultivated is larger than that of beast spirits.
Tang San had once seen a person in the village whose martial spirit was a hoe, obviously a martial spirit that couldn't be cultivated, but even so, when he was plowing the land, he was still faster than ordinary villagers.
This is also all Tang San understands, because everyone will have their own martial spirit, Tang San also wants to know what his own martial spirit is. Is it a weapon spirit or a beast spirit, and can it be cultivated
In Douluo Continent, the awakening of the martial spirit is at the age of six. In a few days, Tang San will be six years old. For some reason, he vaguely felt that the reason why his Xuan Tian Gong could not break through seemed to be related to the This martial spirit has something to do with it.
Tang San wasn't very interested in becoming a spirit master, but he was determined to become a hidden weapon master at the Tangmen's inner sect level, how could he have little inner strength
"Tang Hao, are you busy?" While Tang San was working hard on his ten thousand forgings, he heard an old voice from outside.
It was the afternoon, Tang Hao was working, building farm implements, he just hummed when he heard that.
Tang San walked out of his room curiously, only to see an old man in his sixties, with a slender body, but in good spirits, his clothes were clean and tidy, and his hair was meticulously combed, compared to Tang Hao , just two extremes.
This person Tang San knew, was the village elder Jack of the Holy Spirit Village.
"Little San, come, let Grandpa take a look." Old Jack waved to Tang San.
The village chief was a good-natured man, and the people in the village respected him very much. A few years ago, when the Tang San family was in the most difficult time, he brought him a lot of food.
"Hello, Grandpa Jack." Tang San walked up to Old Jack and saluted him respectfully. For those who treat him well, Tang San will always keep it in his heart.
Tang Hao said coldly: "Is there something wrong, village chief." Old Jack was actually less than ten years older than him, but he was a generation higher than him, which made Tang Hao a little uncomfortable.
Old Jack seems to be used to Tang Hao's attitude, "Tang Hao, Xiaosan is almost six years old. He should also participate in this year's awakening ceremony."
Tang Hao glanced at Tang San and said indifferently: "Then participate. When is it?"
Old Jack said: "In three days, I'll pick him up." He looked at Tang Hao, obviously wanting to say that if he pointed to you to send him, I'm afraid it would be delayed.
Tang Hao nodded and ignored the village chief.
Tang San asked curiously, "Grandpa Jack, what is the awakening ceremony?"
Old Jack said sternly: "Each of us has our own martial spirit, and when we are about six years old, we will have an awakening ceremony. Having a martial arts will enhance our abilities in certain aspects. Even the most common martial arts will not It will help. If you have an excellent martial spirit and can practice cultivation, then you may even become a spirit master. The awakening ceremony only happens once a year, so I can't let you miss it. The deacon of the Soul Branch Hall personally came to help the children in our village wake up. That deacon is a spirit master at the level of a great spirit master.”
When he said the words "Great Soul Master", Jack's eyes clearly showed envy.
Tang San had only heard vaguely about the concept of spirit masters, so he naturally wouldn't let go of the opportunity at this time, and asked, "What do you mean by great spirit masters?"