A strong sense of weakness made Tang Wulin sit down on the ground. Mang Tian skillfully took out a piece of adhesive tape from his arms and stuck it on his wrist, sealing the previous wound.
The master forging master at the master craftsman level also had a weird expression at this time, and the corner of his mouth was slightly twitching.
A genius is a genius after all. It didn't change because he didn't have a hammer as a martial soul. This comprehension is enough to make up for everything.
Thousand Refinements, an insurmountable gap in the eyes of many blacksmiths, was completed by a child who was only nine years old. How incredible this is!
Tang Ziran had already rushed over to support his son.
Mangtian was silent for a long while before slowly saying: "Genius, this is a work of genius. Wu Lin, you have to keep in mind everything you felt today. For you, this is just the beginning. The beginning of shaking the forging world .”
It's a pity that Tang Wulin didn't hear what the teacher said clearly. After five hours of forging, he was completely overdrawn and fell asleep in his father's arms.
When he woke up again, he was already in his bed.
It was already dawn outside, and the sunlight shone through the window into the room, falling on the bed where Na'er used to sleep.
Although Na'er left, Tang Wulin didn't ask his parents to tear down the bed. In his subconscious mind, he always believed that Na'er would come back one day.
Although the arm doesn't hurt, the whole body is still a little weak, and the body is warm, just lying on the bed lazily, but there is an indescribable sense of comfort.
A faint smile appeared on his face, Qian Duan, it should be completed.
It turned out that Qian Duan felt like that.
Although he was in a coma, he still clearly remembered that when he reached the final stage of forging, every hammer strike seemed to resonate with Chen Yin. It was a very strange feeling. Chen Yin seemed to come alive, he breathed, Chen Yin also breathed, every time he hammered it, it was like massaging it, and it would send out a comfortable emotion. When this comfort climbed to the extreme, Chen Yin sublimated, and the quantitative change accumulated into a qualitative change.
Although he didn't know what happened later, he was still sure that he had succeeded.
I'm not a waste, at least I'm not when it comes to forging, and my Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary Blue Silver Grass either.
Na'er, it would be great if you were still here, you will definitely be happy with your brother, right? Brother will become stronger and stronger, he will definitely protect you and never let anyone hurt you.
Na'er, come back quickly, or tell me where you are! Why did you leave without saying anything clearly, I miss you so much.
Na'er's sweet smile came to mind. When her voice like a lark called out the word brother, it always made him so satisfied.
I will find you in the future, I will.
Gradually, the warmth from his body made him fall asleep again and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, he was completely hungry, and the sky outside had darkened again. Obviously, from last night to now, he had slept for nearly a day and a night.
"Dad, Mom!" Tang Wulin turned over and sat up. The exhaustion had completely disappeared, but his stomach was empty, and the feeling of his hungry chest against his back made him feel like he could eat a cow.
"Son, you're awake!" The door opened, and Lang Yue rushed in immediately.
Tang Wulin said with some pride: "Mom, I can train a thousand times."
Langyue's eyes were red, to her, those were not important, the important thing was that her son was well.
"My dear son, is there anything uncomfortable on your body?" Lang Yue asked softly.
Tang Wulin shook his head, "No! I'm just hungry. Mom, I'm so hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"
"Yes, yes, mom bought you a fat chicken and stewed chicken soup. I will drink it when you get up. Your teacher said that you are a little tired, and you should eat something easy to digest when you wake up."
After a quarter of an hour.
Langyue and Tang Ziran stared at their son who was still feasting, dumbfounded. What is something easy to digest for his son? It seems that as long as it is edible, it is easy to digest.
A whole fat chicken, together with a pot full of chicken soup, five steamed buns, and two plates of vegetables, have all entered the belly of this nine-year-old little guy. And he still looked like he was still eating the sixth steamed bun.
"Let's go cook some more dishes for my son." Tang Ziran swallowed a mouthful of saliva, seeing his son eating so deliciously, even he felt his index finger twitch.
Lang Yue hurriedly stood up.
Tang Wulin is indeed too good to eat, especially after a lot of physical exertion, it takes nearly an hour to eat before he can breathe out with satisfaction.
"Son, you won't be overwhelmed?" If Tang Ziran hadn't stopped him, Langyue would have long since wanted Tang Wulin not to eat anymore. His appetite has clearly exceeded the scope of normal people.
Tang Wulin said with a satisfied face: "Mom's cooking is the best. It's delicious."
Tang Ziran pulled up his son's arm to have a look, a strange look flashed in his eyes, sure enough, the wrist cut by Mang Tian yesterday had completely healed, leaving only a little red mark.
Only now did Tang Wulin remember to ask, "Father, did I succeed in my Thousand Training yesterday?"
Tang Ziran nodded with a smile, "Yes! It was successful, very successful. Your teacher is full of praise for you, and told you to go find him as soon as you wake up."
Tang Wulin jumped off the chair and said, "Then I'll go now."
Lang Yue frowned and said, "It's so late, let's go tomorrow."
But Tang Ziran stood up and said, "He just woke up, and he won't sleep again for a while. It's not too late, so I'll take him there. He will go back soon."
Langyue rolled his eyes at him, and said threateningly: "If my son has any problems again, I will only ask you, and you can sleep in the living room."
Tang Ziran touched his nose in embarrassment, "It's as if he's not my son."
The father and son went out and went straight to Mangtian's studio.
"Teacher, I'm coming!" Tang Wulin yelled as soon as he entered the door. He was looking forward to seeing what his first Qianduan work would look like. The sense of accomplishment brought by the completion of the Thousand Refinements swept away his somewhat sluggish emotions during this period.
Wearing worn-out overalls, Mang Tian came out from inside. His usually cold face subconsciously smiled when he saw Tang Wulin, his eyes were full of satisfaction and even doting.
After nodding to Tang Ziran, he said to Tang Wulin, "Come with me."
The heavy silver was still in Tang Wulin's forging room. After Tang Wulin left with his father yesterday, Mang Tian did not take it away.
"Look, your masterpiece." Mang Tian pointed to Chen Yin and said to Tang Wulin.