"Come in." Mang Tian said to Tang Wulin.
"oh."
Following Mang Tian into the studio, the hall of the studio was in a mess, with various metal parts everywhere. Tang Wulin could barely recognize that many of these parts should belong to the soul guide mech. The parts are right.
Mang Tian didn't stop, and continued to walk inward, and he also hurriedly followed.
The facade here is not big, but the space inside is not small. Through a corridor, Mang Tian brought Tang Wulin to a room.
There was a workbench in the room, but with Tang Wulin's current height, he couldn't reach it.
Mang Tian stopped, turned to look at Tang Wulin, and said, "Do you know what forging is?"
Tang Wulin shook his head blankly.
Mang Tian said indifferently: "Actually, I didn't want to accept you at first. You are too young to be suitable for forging. But your father insisted on letting you try. If you feel that you can't do it after trying it, then leave here, but don't leave here. I'm crying here, understand?"
"I won't cry, Uncle Mangtian." Tang Wulin protested.
Mang Tian said: "This is your task for today." He pointed to the side.
On the ground next to it, there is a metal platform about half a meter high, with a round metal block on it. There is a soul guide screen below.
Mangtian picked up two small metal hammers from the side and handed them to Tang Wulin, "See that round metal block? Hit this pair of hammers a thousand times, five hundred times on the left and right sides. Only when you reach enough The counter will only count if you have the strength. It is about the strength you need to swing the hammer up and then smash it down. After it is completed, I will tell you what forging is. If it is not completed, you will not use it tomorrow."
After speaking, he stuffed a pair of metal hammers into Tang Wulin's hands, turned around and left.
The handle of the metal hammer is about one foot long, and the hammer head is cylindrical, half a foot long, with a cross-sectional diameter of about ten centimeters. Each handle weighs about ten kilograms. This is not a light weight for a child who is only six years old. What's more, you have to swing it up and beat it.
Tang Wulin also had a bitter face when he saw the hammers, but when he took the pair of hammers from Mang Tian, he was surprised to find that the pair of hammers didn't seem as heavy as he imagined.
hollow? Uncle Mangtian looks fierce, but he is actually quite nice.
There was a smile on Tang Wulin's face that I understood, and he swung the hammer with his right hand and smashed it down on the round metal.
"Bang!" The metallic roar startled him. The soul guide screen below seemed to be activated. When the screen lit up, a number one jumped out.
He raised the hammer with his left hand and dropped it, "Bang!"
two!
It doesn't seem too difficult! Tang Wulin raised the hammer with both arms and began to pound.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" The continuous pounding made the numbers on the screen jump continuously. The hammer didn't seem too heavy, at least Tang Wulin didn't feel too heavy a load. A pair of hammers kept hammering down, and the numbers below continued to increase.
When he hit a hundred times, his body was already sweating, and when he hit three hundred times, his arms began to feel sore.
To persist, Dad said, persistence is victory!
Enduring the soreness, Tang Wulin continued to swing the double hammers.
After five hundred strokes, the soreness finally turned into soreness, but he still persisted hard, not letting himself stop.
The soreness became more and more intense, and Tang Wulin's arms began to turn slightly red, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
He kept telling himself in his heart, I have to study hard to forge so that I can make money to buy souls. Make mom and dad happy, but also protect Na'er.
After seven hundred blows, he could no longer lift his arms, and the speed of swinging the hammer also decreased significantly.
But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, sweating profusely, the school uniform issued by the college had already stuck to his body, and the sweat kept dripping. But at this moment, Tang Wulin suddenly felt a numbness in his tailbone, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock, and the original soreness weakened a little. The hammer, which already felt very heavy in his hand, became lighter again.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Continue to beat, and the next three hundred blows seem to be less heavy.
"One thousand!" The number finally jumped to the position requested by Mang Tian. Only then did Tang Wulin put down the double hammers, panting heavily. He could feel it himself, the indescribable pain in his palms, and the soreness in his arms that didn't look like his own. Besides, there was also a refreshing feeling. The numbness from the tailbone spread all the way to the cervical spine , back and forth, unspeakable bondage.
What he couldn't see was that the faint golden lines were constantly lingering on his spine accompanied by the tingling sensation.
It took five full minutes before he regained his breath.
"Uncle Mangtian, I'm done." Tang Wulin searched for a long time before finding Mangtian sitting there, fiddling with a part in a room.
Mang Tian was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the watch on his wrist. Only half an hour had passed since he handed over the task to Tang Wulin.
"Are you finished?"
"Yes!" Tang Wulin nodded.
Seeing his sweat-covered appearance, Mang Tian didn't question him anymore, he always likes to speak with facts. Standing up, he brought Tang Wulin to the previous room.
One thousand, a huge number appeared in front of his eyes. The instrument was set by Mang Tian himself, so it is naturally impossible for a six-year-old child to cheat. But still unbelievable.
The two hammers are certainly not heavy for him, but they are by no means hollow. Each hammer weighs ten catties. For a normal adult male, if he swung such a hammer a thousand times, his arms would be so weak that he would not be able to lift it up, and it would be difficult to complete it in half an hour. Let alone a child who is only six years old.
The test given by Mang Tian was simply a way to decline. He has a good relationship with Tang Ziran, so it's not easy to refuse directly, but he is really unwilling to teach a six-year-old child who in his opinion is impossible to learn forging well.
But everything in front of me...
"Show me the hammer again, I won't say stop, don't stop." Mang Tian said in a deep voice.
"Okay." Tang Wulin picked up the hammer again and rested for a while, the soreness in his arm lessened a little.
"Bang, bang, bang..." The hammer fell, without any skill or leverage, it just hit the metal block so simply and directly.
With Mangtian's experience in forging, he was sure after just a few glances that the child's strength was enough to control the pair of hammers to complete the hammering.
Could this be the legendary talent