Guardian of Douluo

Tang San began to practice Xuantian Kungfu when he was over one year old, and taught Tang Nian.Now they are almost six years old.However, Tang San still asked Tang Nian to lay the foundation.Their home is on the west side of Holy Soul Village.The three shabby houses looked more and more dilapidated.On the large roof in the middle, there is a wooden sign with a diameter of about one meter, with a simple hammer painted on it. The broadest representative meaning of a hammer in this world refers to a blacksmith.

That's right, their father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith.The only ironworker in the village.

Tang Nian was still thinking at the time, this method might be the best, who would have thought that Haotian Douluo, who was so famous and feared by the Wuhun Hall, would become a blacksmith, which can be said to be the most humble profession on this continent one.

However, no matter how humble this profession is, as the only blacksmith in this village, their home should not be so poor.However, that meager income is mostly...

As soon as they entered the house, the two could already smell the tangy aroma of rice. It wasn't that Tang Hao made breakfast for them, but Tang San cooked for the three of them.

From the age of four.When Tang San's height was not enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already his daily work.And the little Tang Nian would be by the side to hand him some needed things.Tang San still remembered that such a lazy Xiao Nian would follow him no matter what he was doing, even giving up his favorite sleeping.

When he came to the stove, he stepped on the wooden stool skillfully.Lift the lid of the large iron pot.The tangy aroma of rice came, and the porridge in the pot was already overcooked.

Sniffing, Tang Nian was attracted by the aroma of rice.

Seeing that Tang San was still carrying himself behind his back, Tang Nian frowned and said, "Brother, I'm hungry."

Seeing that Tang San was about to go to serve the meal in a hurry, he said, "Next time you just wake me up, you don't have to carry it all the time."

"It's okay, Xiao Nian looks cute when he smells the scent and wakes up." Tang San smiled, picked up the three bowls beside the stove that had more than ten broken holes, and carefully filled three bowls of porridge.Tang Hao has the most, but he and Tang Nian are relatively even.

Seeing Tang San make their porridge the same, the corners of Tang Nian's mouth twitched slightly, it seemed that resolutely not drinking the extra porridge was effective.In fact, Tang San used to have the least porridge, and he would always give half of his share to Tang Nian.But Tang Nian would always secretly pour the extra into Tang Hao's bowl in the end. After many times, Tang San would remember to get some more for himself, at least the same as Tang Nian.As for the small contest between the two brothers, Tang Hao didn't care about it, and drank more if there was more, and less if there was less.

"Father. It's time to eat." Tang San called after the porridge was served.

After a while, the curtain of the inner door was raised.A tall figure walked out with somewhat staggering steps.It was a middle-aged man.It looks like it is close to 50 years old.But his figure is very tall and burly, but his dress is not flattering.The torn robe was worn on the body, without even patches on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath, but the originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with sleepy eyes and messy hair like a bird's nest. The beard on his face hadn't been tidied up for countless days, his eyes were dull and dim, even though one night had passed, the smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San and the two brothers frown.

This is Tang Hao, the father of Tang Nian and Tang San in this world.Looking at his father, Tang Nian frowned. He could understand his father's depression, but he didn't accept it, because he didn't let Tang San feel a little father's love.

Tang Hao never cared about them.At the beginning, I would cook some food for them.But over time.When Tang San started to take the initiative to cook, Tang Hao didn't care about anything.Moreover, he was addicted to alcoholism, which made the family's poverty worse, and made Tang San even more tired.Tang San didn't say anything, but Tang Nian always knew that he had worked very hard, and was also very disappointed by his father's indifference.Tang San worked so hard, but he couldn't say anything, he could only accompany him silently, letting him know that he was still by his side.

But looking at Tang Hao who looked so old, Tang Nian couldn't blame him, just because he lost the person he loved the most, his mother, the person who made him feel guilty, and he couldn't tell Tang about her existence. three.He also knew that Tang San didn't resent his father either, just because he let them have someone they could call Dad.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, and poured the porridge into his belly without fear of being scalded.Only then did the dark yellow complexion look a little more shiny. "Father, drink slowly. There is more." Tang San took the bowl from his father.Another bowl of porridge was served for him, watching Tang Nian drink it slowly, and smiling at himself, he picked up the porridge bowl and drank it too.

When he was in Tangmen, he never left there, and he had little contact with outside affairs.It was like a blank sheet of paper, some things are not as good as Tang Nian's, and in this world, he will be a child again.There is nothing unacceptable.

Soon, [-]% to [-]% of the pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach, he took a long breath, and put the bowl on the table.The drooping eyelids opened a little bit, looking at Tang San. "If you have work, take it first. I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go to sleep for a while."

"Okay, Dad." Tang San replied

Tang Hao looked at Tang Nian again, "Aren't you going to sleep?" Tang Hao's tone was a little surprised.His work and rest habits are very regular, sleeping in the morning.Build some farming tools in the afternoon.As income, drink at night.And Tang Nian was even more regular, sleeping every day, as long as he had time, of course, except when he was with Tang San, this kid accidentally listened to Tang San's words, the two of them rarely caused trouble for themselves.Thinking of the brats in other people's homes, and looking at his own two, Tang Hao suddenly felt a little emotional, and touched the heads of the two for the first time.

Happiness came so fast that Tang San was stunned for a long time.

But Tang Nian looked at the vicissitudes uncle who suddenly became emotional, and said in an unusually flat tone, "Wait until brother is done."

"Oh." Tang Hao didn't care, stood up and walked towards the inner room.

"Father." The sluggish Tang San suddenly called out.Tang Hao stood still.Turned to look at him.There was obviously a little more impatience between the brows.

Tang Nian watched the conversation between the two, leaning against the wall of the room, watching calmly.But for Tang San's instant sober behavior because of a piece of iron, he still couldn't laugh or cry.

Tang San pointed to a piece of cast iron with a layer of black light in the corner and said: "Can this piece of iron be used for me?"

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he has an indescribable love for hidden weapons, which Tang Nian does not have. Tang San has been very distressed by this, and in the end he can only let it go.

Tang Hao's eyes shifted to the pig iron. "Huh, is there iron essence in here?" Walked over and looked down, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"