Opening Awakening Weapon Box

Chapter 5 You Know A Hammer

The time Wuchen went out was not short, but when he came back, he was holding delicious food.

Still that adobe house.

Tang San did not know where to find a fairly sturdy small wooden table.

Xu borrowed it from Old Jack.

The enthusiastic old man was shocked that Tang Hao still had relatives, but he didn't ask any more questions.

People have their own choices, as long as it doesn't hurt the child.

Wu Chen met Tang Hao for the first time.

It was not much different from what he had imagined. If that unkempt appearance was placed in Yuexuan, he would be reprimanded by the teacher many times.

He smiled lightly, "Uncle Tang, even if you plan to live in seclusion, it shouldn't be like this. Parents are the first books children can read. No matter what, they will learn something from their parents more or less. If you are like this, yes Let little Tang San learn to be sloppy from you?"

Tang Hao was stunned, while Tang Yuehua beside him was covering his mouth and laughing.

This action naturally caught Tang Hao's eyes.

"Whether it is to become a soul master, or become an ordinary person, or anything else, the first thing he wants to do is to be a human being, and then other things. If he fails even to be a human being, then no matter how high his achievements are , he still failed. Hehe, I have said too much, Uncle Tang, you naturally understand this truth."

Tang Hao glared at Wuchen.

Then his nose kept moving.

"This taste can't go wrong!"

"Hehe, Uncle Tang really has a good nose. I wanted to give it to you later. Now that you have discovered it, I won't hide it."

As Wuchen said, he took out a gourd from behind him and handed it to Tang Hao who was sitting directly opposite him.

"The best wine in Notting City. Time is limited, they can only buy this level. I hope Uncle Tang will forgive me."

Tang Hao raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously glanced at the little girl beside him.

She is indeed the one who taught her. If she is so good at being a person, if there is a chance, she must send Xiaosan to study.

Tang San, who was working hard to cook the meal, suddenly sneezed, barely spitting out the delicious food he just swallowed.

Six years, six years!

It's the first time to eat such a good thing for a simple meal every day!

"Hehe, eat slowly. Time is tight this time, so I have to ask someone to buy it. If there is a chance to talk, I will cook myself and entertain Uncle Tang."

Tang Hao stopped drinking, and looked at Tang Yuehua suspiciously.

That means: Do you still teach cooking?

Miss Yuehua shook her head, even in such a place, she couldn't conceal her noble aura.

"It's another child. Don't talk about it, let's eat quickly."

Tang Hao is naturally not a fool, otherwise he wouldn't be Tang San's father.

"I have time to teach the little three."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the gourd and filled it with a gurgle.

Under the influence of Tang San, who was focused on cooking, the meal ended quickly.

After the meal, Tang San habitually prepared to clean up the dishes, but was stopped by Tang Yuehua.

"Little San, why are you so proficient?"

Tang San was stunned, and looked up at his father.

Tang Hao coughed lightly, and ran directly to the inner room with his flagon in his arms.

"Second brother!"

Tang Yuehua chased after her.

Only Wu Chen and Tang San were left staring at each other.

After a long time, Wu Chen smiled.

"Let's put it here first, and I'll send someone to clean it up later."

Tang San was a little puzzled, wondering what this guy was planning.

But he still put down his work.

If you are lazy and don't steal, isn't that pure and stupid?

Wuchen stood up and moved his body, twisting his neck.

"This is a blacksmith's shop, there should be something like pig iron?"

"You should know, this kind of stuff."

"I'll add money."

Hearing these three words, Tang San immediately beamed with joy.

After Wuchen went out and called a special person to clean up the dishes, he took the other party to his room with ease.

There is a stove that Tang Hao specially built for him.

Most of the pig iron in the holy soul village is sent by the villagers. There are too many impurities in it, and it is difficult to forge any fine tools. At most, it can forge some agricultural tools.

Since the other party is willing to give money, they can't be fooled by those waste materials.

He secretly moved all the better pig iron at home to his house.

There was nothing in Tang San's hut, even the bed was obviously piled up with dirt.

"It seems that Uncle Tang really spent all his money on wine."

Wuchen said thoughtfully.

Tang San didn't speak, opened a curtain in the room, and walked in.

There is a furnace inside, and there is a small platform made of soil in front of the furnace.

Wu Chen took a few glances, the height was just enough for Tang San to stand on it, and picked up the hammer to hit the materials on the stove.

"Fortunately, these things are not too bad, otherwise it will be troublesome."

Wuchen moved his hands and feet, and picked a few pieces of pig iron of acceptable quality from the ground.

The iron mother contained in it was extracted, which was enough for him to forge the weapon in his mind.

With a slight movement of his mind, the weapon box was summoned by him.

"Bam—"

The weapon box fell heavily on the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

"Since you don't want to go out, why don't you help pull a bellows?"

Looking at Tang San standing aside, Wu Chen smiled.

When ordinary blacksmiths are working, others are not allowed to watch.

But strictly speaking he is not considered a blacksmith, Tang San said
Since the other party wants to see it, let him see it.

Tang San nodded, silently pulled the bellows, and after a while the fire rose.

With a smile on Wuchen's face, he put a few pieces of material in his hand on the stove, and picked out a hammer from the arms box on the ground.

The hammer is not big, the hammer head is not as big as little Tang San's palm.

Wisps of qi spread out of Wuchen's body and poured into the hammer body.

Then he saw that the hammer became bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while it was a bit bigger than the one Tang Hao kept at home.

"Is this a martial soul?"

Wu Chen thought for a while and replied, "Yes, and no."

"If you want to watch it, you'd better pay attention. If you miss any point, you won't learn anything."

As he spoke, he raised the sledgehammer in his hand and hit the iron block heavily.

For a while, the sound of "clang, clang, clang" can be heard endlessly.

Tang San also had the experience of forging iron, and it was carried out under Tang Hao's observation. His forging skills can only be said to be the first glimpse of the door. At this time, Tang Hao hasn't taught him any skills yet, all he relies on is that skill. brute force.

In his perception, some gas similar to that produced by Xuantian Kungfu, but far superior to Xuantian Kungfu is covered in the sledgehammer in Wuchen's hand.

With the constant knocking, the gas was slowly knocked into the iron block.

With just a dozen or so beatings, a piece of iron that was originally the size of a bowl was knocked down to the size of a fist.

refining!

Tang San knew that most of the impurities had already been removed, and the remaining small piece only needed a few more beatings to become a complete iron mother. This speed was faster than his hundreds of hammers a day without any movement. too much.

Wuchen stopped beating on this piece of metal, letting it be burned red by the furnace fire.

His sledgehammer turned to another piece of pig iron.

"Clang clang clang-"

Another refinement.

Fist-sized, and moved on to the next piece.

There are three pieces in total, three pieces of metal the size of a small fist.

The iron mother contained in these three pieces of metal added up can almost create a waist-wide dagger.

So Tang San said: "Do you want to make a dagger?"

Wuchen took a deep look at him.

"You have already shown me your strangeness. Judging by your appearance, you probably don't want other people to know about it. Then, talk less, do more, and see more. Understand?"

Tang San nodded, no longer speaking.

Wu Chen gave him an appreciative look, and immediately put himself into work again.

Three iron blocks the size of a fist were stacked together, and then a sledgehammer fell suddenly.

"Boom-"

Unlike the previous crispness, this time the beating only made a long, dull sound.

Before Tang San could observe, Wuchen swung his sledgehammer again.

"Boom-"

With a total of nine hammers, the three pieces of metal were hammered together to form a new whole with me in you and you in me.

Wuchen temporarily stopped the movement of dropping the hammer, and touched his chin.

"Well, if you remove the handle, this length should be enough."

Immediately afterwards, the fused iron block revisited, and the heavy hammer fell again.

"Clang clang clang-"

Such voices can be heard endlessly.

Tang San, who had obviously heard it thousands of times during this time, should have been numb, felt that when he heard this voice, he would actually feel a little joy in his heart?

The iron block shrinks again, and the remaining hard impurities are also continuously removed in the process.

Looking at Wuchen's movements, Tang San couldn't help but think of what his father said.

'It is a master craftsman who forges an artifact out of ordinary iron! '

Right now, he still doesn't know what the artifact is, and it seems to be just a higher-grade weapon.

Using low-level materials to forge higher-level weapons is definitely enough to be called a good craftsman.

The Wuchen in front of him is obviously a skilled craftsman.

This kind of tempering technique is much better than that of a novice like him.

While Tang San was thinking wildly, Wu Chen had already forged a long embryo.

The rough forging has ended here, and the rest is some fine work.

Wuchen put the hammer in his hand back into the weapon case on the ground.

Worth to talk about.

Without the support of Wuchen Qi, the hammer returned to its original size.

Then he took another hammer from the box.
"Since you can change the size of the hammer freely, why change another hammer?"

Wu Chen glanced at Tang San, turning the hammer over and over in his hand.

"Different hammers have different functions."

"Just like the one just now, it is specially used for rough forging. It can only make the metal into the rough shape I need, just like the one on the stage now. The texture on the hammer head determines that it cannot be finer. live."

"As for the one in my hand, it is used for precision forging. Next, I will use it to carry out secondary forging of the metal to make it into the shape I really want: as you said before, a dagger."

"As for the rest, do you know a hammer?"

Tang San:.
He remembered the small black hammer in his left hand.

He didn't know anything about the hammer except for wasting the true energy he cultivated with Xuantian Kungfu.

Namely, he knows a fucking hammer.

(End of this chapter)