Legend of Douluo, the god of snow

Chapter 5 Blacksmith
Tang Le's home is on the west side of the Holy Soul Village, at the head of the village. It is a large brick house.The house is not big, and it is surrounded by a circle surrounded by wooden fences.There are a lot of chickens, ducks and pigs in it, which is definitely a luxury for the lowest level civilians in the Douluo Continent.

There is a large wooden board hanging on the door of the house, and there is a shiny hammer logo on it. The broadest representative meaning of hammer in this world refers to blacksmiths.

As the only blacksmith in the village, Tang Hao's income is not low, plus he occasionally goes to the fields to plow the land, and his life is very good.

With a "squeak", the wooden door was slowly opened, and two figures slipped in quietly.They moved quickly, looked nervous, and looked left and right with their small heads, as if they were looking for something.

Then a tangy smell of rice came oncoming, constantly stimulating their sense of smell.

"Come and eat!" A pleasant female voice came from the room, with a sense of helplessness in the voice.

Tang Le and Tang San looked at each other, they both touched their noses in embarrassment, they were still discovered when they went out so early.

When the two came to the stove, the table beside them was already full of breakfast.A young woman was looking at the two of them with a smile on her face. She looked only 23 or [-] years old, she smiled slightly, she was full of coquettishness, and she was extremely gorgeous.Although she was wearing plain clothes, there was a unique aura surrounding her, as beautiful as a mortal fairy.

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged man with neat short hair, and his eyes looked at women with infinite tenderness.The traces of the years scratched his face, but he looked more resolute. His figure was very tall and burly, like a soldier who had experienced many battles.

"Mom, Dad" Tang Le looked at the two people in front of him, and touched his head unconsciously.Said with a smile.

Tang San poked his head out from behind, waved his hands constantly, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Dad, good morning, Mom!"

"Sit down, let's have breakfast together." Ah Yin pointed to the two small stools beside him and said with a smile.Then he said with a hint of reproach. "Stop being so naughty, you two, and run to the mountainside early in the morning."

"Understood." Tang Le nodded, pulled Tang San to sit beside Ah Yin, and enjoyed their breakfast.

Breakfast is very simple, a bowl of rice porridge, some wild vegetables, and occasionally two or three slices of pork.Although it is very ordinary, it tastes extraordinarily sweet, just like eating honey.

Tang San's face was a little flushed, and his eye sockets were also a little rosy.In the previous life, he just lived with Tang Le, but here it made him feel at home.Naturally Tang San was very satisfied, at least he had a happy family.

"Tomorrow is the time to awaken the martial spirit, are you ready?" Tang Hao took a sip of porridge, raised his head and looked at Tang Le and Tang San with a smile, his eyes were very flat, but with infinite expectations.

"I'm ready, I'm going to be the greatest!" Although Tang San didn't understand what awakening a martial soul was, seeing his father's expectation, he still waved his hand excitedly.

"I don't know." Tang Le opened his mouth and said his answer bitterly.He didn't belong to this world, but came here by accident.The family was living an ordinary life, and suddenly another awakened martial soul came, and his little heart was beating thumpingly.

"It's okay." Tang Hao smiled disapprovingly, touched Tang Le's little head with rough palms, and comforted him, "I believe that none of my Tang Hao's sons are mediocre." While talking, he looked at Tang Le and Tang Le Three or two people.

Looking at Tang Hao's tall body, Tang Le couldn't help being a little stunned.As far as he knew, Tang Hao was not good at expressing words, and his concern for himself and Tang San could only be reflected in small things.It was really difficult for him to say these words today.

No matter what he thought, he couldn't compare the simple man in front of him with the man holding the big hammer six years ago.The Tang Hao in front of him is just an ordinary farmer, his expectations for Tang Le and Tang San are just the expectations of every parent for their children's future.

At that time, the battle six years ago really left a deep impression on him, and it was this simple-looking man in front of him.Holding a sledgehammer in one hand, he fought back and forth with many people, and fought bloody battles for three days and three nights.Only then did I bring my mother and myself to the Holy Soul Village and live a simple life.

"Father, can you use that iron essence for me?" Tang San pointed to the iron block in the corner. He used to be the best outer disciple of the Tang Sect. Hidden weapons flourished.Tang Hao usually forges at home, but most of them are forging some common farm tools.So many of the iron spirits at home were useless, Tang San had this idea.

Tang Le looked at the piece of iron essence in the corner, he knew what Tang San was going to do, no wonder Tang San always stayed in the corner before.Turning around those iron blocks, and looking at them curiously from time to time, it turned out to be this idea.

"Little San, do you want to become a blacksmith like your father?" Ayin asked hesitantly in the direction Tang San pointed.

Tang Hao also looked over curiously, if Tang San hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have discovered that there was still iron essence in the pile of pig iron.

"Yes, if I don't become a soul master, I will become a blacksmith and take over your father's responsibility." Tang San said with some confidence, as a disciple of the Tang Sect, he still has confidence in whether he can be a blacksmith.

Tang Hao thought for a while, then nodded, "That's a good choice, Xiaosan, tell me what kind of blacksmith is a really good blacksmith?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Tang Le who was also in deep thought, and suddenly got the answer "A blacksmith who can make divine weapons is a good blacksmith!"

"Sacred Artifact?" Tang Hao looked at him with great interest, and mocked, "You also know about Divine Artifact? Then tell me, how is Artifact defined?"

"Of course it's made of god-level materials!" Before Tang San could speak, Tang Le spoke first.He still knows very well about divine weapons. The original Xuanyuan Divine Sword was a divine weapon handed down from ancient times, but after he jumped into the ghost, Xuanyuan Divine Sword disappeared.

"That's not the case." Tang Hao smiled slightly, denied Tang Le's statement, and then explained. "Casting the best material is not the best artifact, at most it's just a little better than ordinary ones. A real artifact has its own spiritual consciousness. In other words, it has its own life."

"And the best blacksmith is to inject life and vitality into it. Good materials alone are not enough, and an excellent blacksmith is needed."

(End of this chapter)