The term "natural power" acts on people of different ages, and the measured value is naturally different.
A six-year-old child who can swing such a pair of hammers to complete a thousand blows is definitely worthy of the word.
However, Mangtian didn't call to stop, but just silently watched Tang Wulin continue to beat.
His movements are direct and powerful, but he doesn't know any techniques of unloading or transforming force, and the counter-shock force of the thumping is undoubtedly borne by his arms.
Fifty times, eighty times, a hundred times.
Sweat poured out again, the soreness was even stronger than before, his arms were hot, and even his scalp began to swell due to excessive force. But Tang Wulin still clenched his teeth and continued to hammer and hammer.
One hundred and fifty hammers, his body began to shake, his arms swelled and hurt as if it wasn't his own, and his eyes were a little blurred, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
I can hold on, I can pass the test. I am a man, persistence is victory.
When Mang Tian called to stop, Tang Wulin didn't know how many times he swung the hammer. If Mang Tian hadn't supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.
Taking the hammer in his hand, Mang Tian could clearly see that the palms of Tang Wulin's hands were worn out by the shock force of the hammer handle, and his arms were even swollen.
The fierce-looking blacksmith was finally moved, not only because of Tang Wulin's natural supernatural power, but also because of his persistence.
Strength can still be exercised the day after tomorrow, but the appearance of perseverance in such a six-year-old child is too commendable.
"You have taught a good boy. I will take this boy. I will come here every day at this time. Go back and smear his arms." When Langyue came to pick up Tang Wulin, what he saw was that his eyes were much gentler. Mang Tian, and a bottle of ointment he handed over.
For the next hour, Tang Wulin had been resting, and now his spirit had recovered, but his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them up.
Mang Tian's explanation of forging still echoed in his mind.
"What is forging? Forging is completely different from casting. Casting only needs a mold, and using machinery to press the metal into the desired shape according to the grinding tool is casting. Forging, however, requires the blacksmith to beat it one by one. Of course, forging Machines can be used to complete the beating, but metal is also alive, and machine forging can never truly grasp the texture of metal. Therefore, the top-level mecha parts are all hand-forged by blacksmiths. Good blacksmiths He is a true craftsman, with a status not inferior to that of a soul master."
Soul master, mech master, these are boys' dreams.
"Ouch." Tang Wulin cried out in pain, because Langyue took his hand.
It was only then that Langyue discovered the wound on her son's palm.
"Oh my god! What did he, what did he do to you?" Tears came out of her eyes almost instantly. She never imagined that her son would suffer such a great crime in such two hours.
Tang Wulin shook his head and said, "It's nothing! Uncle Mangtian said that he tested me and I passed the test. Mom, am I great? Don't cry! It doesn't hurt."
"Let's go home." Lang Yue wiped the tears from her eyes, her eyes were full of regret.
"Mom, I'm really fine. I'm happy. I passed Uncle Mangtian's test. Aren't you happy for me? This seems to be the sense of accomplishment that Dad said."
"Happy, mom is happy." Langyue patted her son's head, tears welled up in her eyes again.
When he got home, Tang Wulin saw Na'er sitting at the table as soon as he entered the door, and immediately ran over bouncing around. Lang Yue went into the kitchen to make dinner.
"Na'er, do you know? Today I passed Uncle Mangtian's test, and I can start learning forging from him. When my brother makes money from forging, I can save money to buy souls, and I can also buy you delicious food." Oh..." The child's heart, he had completely forgotten the pain in his arm, and told Na'er about this particularly fulfilling thing about him.
Na'er listened very seriously, but occasionally a trace of bewilderment flashed in her eyes.
"Na'er, do you really not remember where your home is at all?" Tang Wulin asked subconsciously after talking about the test.
Na'er shook her head, "I really don't remember, I just remember my name is Na'er, and everything else is vague. Brother Lin, am I stupid?"
Tang Wulin hurriedly said: "No, of course Na'er is not stupid. It doesn't matter if you don't remember, this will be your home from now on, my parents will be yours, and you will be my sister."
Na'er looked at him, a sweet smile gradually appeared on her face, this was the first time she had smiled since coming here.
"Wow, Na'er, you look good when you smile. Let me tell you quietly, brother will work hard to become a soul master, and I will protect you in the future, okay?"
"good."
When Tang Ziran came back, dinner was already ready.
"Cumin, come with me, the children eat first." Lang Yue glanced at Tang Ziran seemingly calmly, then walked towards their room.
Tang Ziran was stunned, looked at his son, and gave a questioning look. Tang Wulin shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know what happened to his mother.
Tang Ziran hurriedly followed Langyue into the house, and Langyue closed the door.
"Na'er, let's eat first. Are you hungry?" In view of the appetite of these two snacks, Langyue made a lot of extra meals today.
Na'er obviously had no resistance to eating, so she nodded immediately after hearing this, and began to eat heartily.
She had just eaten for a while, but found that Tang Wulin, who was sitting next to her, hadn't moved like yesterday. When she looked up at him, she saw that he was twisting his body with a sad face and a look of pain on his face.
"What's wrong, brother?" Na'er asked crisply.
"After the test, my arm hurt so much that I couldn't lift it up." Tang Wulin had been very hungry recently, let alone working intensively after school. It was conceivable that he was eager for food at the moment.
Na'er blinked her eyes and said, "Then let me feed you."
"Good! Good!" Tang Wulin was overjoyed.
Na'er's movements were a little jerky, even clumsy, feeding Tang Wulin a spoonful of rice and a spoonful of vegetables alternately.
The two children are six years old and the other is five and a half years old. They are immature with a touch of warmth. In this small home, even the lights seem to be softened accordingly.
"Na'er, you are so kind."