Douluo: Xiao Yan traveled through time and became the three brothers of Tang Dynasty

Three days later.

The early morning sunlight came in from the window and shone on Xiao Yan's face on the bed. He felt warm...

"call…"

After sitting quietly for a while, Xiao Yan took a long breath and slowly climbed out of bed. He stretched his muscles and then changed his clothes.

The sound of banging sounded in the blacksmith shop.

After Tang San awakened his twin martial spirits, Tang Hao got a new small stove in the blacksmith shop, and he began to teach Tang San how to practice casting.

From this day on, Tang Hao drank less wine and had more food at home, but unfortunately, the extra food was not Xiao Yan's share.

It was just prepared by Tang Hao for Tang San, who had twin martial spirits.

"Dad, I've finished forging those ten thousand strokes." Tang San said.

"Oh? Really?" After hearing this, the light in Tang Hao's eyes seemed to brighten a little, and he said, "Bring it over and show it to me."

Tang San was seen holding an iron block in front of Tang Hao. The iron block was completely black. Although its shape looked irregular, every surface was extremely smooth.

"Not bad." Tang Hao grabbed the black iron block in his hand, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Dad, you are old. In a few years, when I am older, let me take over your job. It would be good to be a blacksmith." For Tang San, the blacksmith profession was undoubtedly the most important. Suitable for him to create hidden weapons.

Hearing this, Tang Hao was slightly absent-minded and murmured: "The profession of blacksmith seems to be not bad." Tang Hao pulled over a worn-out chair, sat down lazily, and said lightly: "Mistress, come here. Tell me what kind of blacksmith is the best."

"A blacksmith who can create divine weapons." Tang San thought for a while and said.

"Sacred weapon? Xiaosan, you also know about the sacred weapon." A glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, his gaze shifted to the pig iron, and he continued to ask: "Then tell me how the sacred weapon was made."

Tang San didn't think twice and answered directly: "Of course it is a weapon made of god-level materials."

"No, you are wrong." Tang Hao stretched out a finger, shook it in front of Tang San, and explained: "If you want to become a qualified blacksmith, remember what I said and use the best materials to make it. He is not the best blacksmith, he is a synthesizer at best. The real divine craftsman uses mortal iron to create artifacts."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan next to him suddenly laughed out loud.

Fan Tie created an artifact? Isn’t this pure nonsense?

Things made from iron are called artifacts, but what are those made from god-level materials?

Using mortal iron to make a magical artifact is equivalent to expecting a person who has not received a good education and has extremely poor talent to become an outstanding person.

This is like making Yu Xiaogang, a waste, become a god.

How is this possible?

Moreover, in the original work, Tang Hao talked about using mortal iron to create artifacts from the beginning, but in the later stages, neither he nor Lou Gao, Tai Tan, and Tang San could create any artifacts without relying on high-grade materials.

In the later period, the materials Tang San needed to make hidden weapons became more and more precious. They were often the king of metals, Deep Sea Chen Yin, and there was no trace of Fan Tie at all.

Seeing Xiao Yan laughing out loud, Tang Hao stood up with a cold look on his face, a trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and asked: "Xiao Yan, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm not laughing. I just feel that the top weapons should be equipped with the best materials. The bottom foundation determines the superstructure." After saying this, Xiao Yan left the blacksmith shop.

He didn't bother arguing with a drunkard like Tang Hao.

Today was a good day for Su Yuntao to pick him up and take him to Wuhun Hall.

After hearing Xiao Yan's remarks, Tang Hao was slightly absent-minded.

At the entrance of Shenghun Village, there are sparse trees and green grass.

After Xiao Yan left the blacksmith shop, he came to the entrance of Holy Soul Village and waited patiently for Su Yuntao's arrival. However, from the time the sun rose in the east to the time when the sun set in the west, he never saw Su Yuntao's figure. This made He was very confused.

After pondering for a moment, Xiao Yan remembered what Tang Hao had said to him a few days ago, plus Tang Hao left the Holy Soul Village alone not long after, and Xiao Yan had already guessed some of the results in his heart.

This Wuhun Palace deacon should never come to pick him up.

It seems that he has to find a chance to leave here on his own.

……………

The next morning.

As soon as the sky dawned, a faint fish-belly white color rose in the distance in the east.

During breakfast, Tang Hao seemed very silent, and even ate much less than before. His eyes fell on Tang San and Xiao Yan from time to time.

After finishing breakfast, Tang San and Xiao Yan put away the dishes as usual, but Tang San was stopped by Tang Hao.

"You can deal with it later. Xiaosan, let me ask you, do you want to become a soul master?" Tang Hao asked aloud.

"Yeah." Tang San was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

He was not willing to deceive his father Tang Hao and directly expressed his true thoughts.

In Tang Hao's heart, Tang San possesses a unique twin martial spirit. In the future, he will definitely be able to use him to compete with the Spirit Hall, and maybe even revitalize the sect. He must find a way to train him. .

As for Xiao Yan, he didn't think it was of much use value.

It's a pity that Tang Hao doesn't know that Xiao Yan actually has two martial spirits.

Xiao Yan would not be like that idiot Tang San who foolishly revealed everything he had.

When Xiao Yan was a baby, Tang Hao didn't feed him any milk or anything, but directly poured hot porridge into his mouth. This hot fatherly love made him think that he had fallen into the hands of his enemy.

He even thought that Tang Hao was going to torture him to death.

Therefore, Xiao Yan has always been wary of Tang Hao when he grew up. Coupled with what happened a few days ago, the relationship between the two has reached a freezing point. It is naturally impossible for Xiao Yan to tell Tang Hao everything.

"Xiao San, come here, let me teach you something." Tang Hao finally made up his mind and prepared to teach Tang San the cloak hammering technique.

Hearing this, Tang San walked up to Tang Hao.

"Xiaosan, please tell me first, which part of your body exerts the force first when you swing the casting hammer when forging." Tang Hao asked lightly.

Tang San thought for a while and said: "It should be the waist. Drive the back from the waist, and then use the arms to swing the casting hammer."

"Then tell me, how many hearts does a person have?" Tang Hao did not deny Tang San's statement and continued to ask.

"Just one." Tang San was a little unsure.

Tang Hao shook his head and said: "No, you are good. Remember, there are three hearts in a person's heart, not one."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's lips taunted again, thinking that this old guy Tang Hao might be crazy?

Tang Hao seems to be sick again. He talks like crazy all day long. Yesterday he said that human beings have three hearts.

Xiao Yan just wants to leave this 'home' as soon as possible.

After staying here for a long time, he was afraid that he would get sick.

"Three?" Tang San also stared at Tang Hao dumbfounded. He always felt that his father was deceiving him.

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