Marvel's Iron Soul

Somewhere, somewhere.

Suddenly a hole opened in the sky, and with a sudden flash of white light, a piece of dark metal fell to the ground.

Over time, exposed to wind, sun, and rain, the dark metal was buried by the sand on the surface, leaving only half of it exposed.

At some point, a child in tattered clothes and a rag wrapped around his waist happened to pass by.

With his sharp eyes, he happened to see a dark stone exposed under the grass on the ground.

The child hesitated for a moment, then took out the sharp-nosed hoe from the small basket behind his back, pushed aside the grass, and dug out the dark stone.

Dangdang!

The child took a sharp-nosed hoe and knocked on the dark stone dug out in his hand. The knocking sound was very crisp, and it sounded like a piece of metal with good texture.

The child, who felt that he had found a treasure, put down the small basket behind him, took out a broken piece of stone from the small basket full of ores, and wrapped it up in the dark metal as if he had found a treasure.

"call!"

After finishing all this, the child wiped the sweat from his hard work on his face and continued on his way home with a happy smile.

Climb mountains, wade through rivers, and travel through jungles.

After traveling for more than an hour, the child returned to a small village.

The basket of ores made the young child a little tired, and his whole back was wet with sweat.

I just couldn't care about this, and the child trotted all the way home. Walking on the winding gravel road, the child almost fell down several times.

There are only a dozen households in the small village, and the dilapidated wooden houses of each household are sparsely spaced apart.

As dusk approaches, smoke curls up.

"Second aunt!"

"Hello, aunt!"

The children trotting home all the way did not forget to say hello to the neighbors who were cooking. The sweat on their faces kept spreading on the gravel road.

The woman in the fence who was called auntie raised her head after hearing the sound, but only saw the child running away.

The aunt looked at the child's hard work, smiled fondly and shook her head, and could only continue to immerse herself in cooking, waiting for her man to have hot food to eat when he came back from planting crops.

The entire village is built at the foot of the mountain, and the children's home is on the top of the mountain.

After passing the village, there is another section of bumpy dirt road. The winding dirt road leads directly to the top of the mountain. The wooden house on the top of the mountain that is even more dilapidated than the village is the child's home.

Under the shining of the setting sun, the tired child walked into the wooden house without a door.

"Dad! The baby is back!"

The child who walked into the wooden house stopped in front of a wooden table with one foot missing, and on the wooden table was a spiritual tablet.

On the spiritual tablet, the word "Lao Tie" is written crookedly.

The child stood in front of the spiritual tablet like this for half an hour without saying a word, his eyes sometimes lonely and sometimes quiet.

"Dad, look what the kid found!"

Finally, after the child's eyes became strong, he suddenly remembered the dark ore in the small basket behind him.

Putting down the small basket, the child took out the jet-black metal wrapped in rags, and held the jet-black metal in his hands before Lao Tie.

Not caring about making dinner, he told his father what he had experienced today.

"Dad, my son found this thing in the grass today and knocked it. The sound was very similar to the rare ore you mentioned."

"Dad, I have thought about it. One day, after I use this piece of rare ore to make a long sword with my own hands, I will go to the Sword Sect to try and see if I can become an outer disciple."

"The child will definitely be successful in the future!"

People in the village are not very literate. The child's father is a blacksmith, so everyone in the village calls him Lao Tie.

After my father died, the aunt in the village helped make a blank spiritual tablet.

Because he was illiterate, the child went to a distant town to ask a literate teacher for help, and brought back the word "Lao Tie" from all the way.

Ever since, the child wrote his father's name on the spirit tablet with his own hands.

As for the child, his name was chosen very well. Based on his father's cleverness and the characteristic of living close to the mountains, he named the child Xiaofeng.

As the saying goes, father inherits the legacy of his son.

Xiaofeng was influenced by his father's culture since he was a child. He has been good at blacksmithing since he was a child, and he also dreamed of becoming a professional blacksmith in the future.

However, Xiaofeng is not strong enough, so he is unable to do blacksmithing. He can only make a living by picking up ore and selling it in the town.

Xiaofeng was walking back and forth through the town, and happened to pass by a storyteller's stall. He was immediately interested in the cultivators mentioned by the storyteller.

Xiaofeng, who is young and ignorant, is determined to become a chivalrous and courageous practitioner.

After picking up this piece of dark ore, Xiaofeng's life became enriched.

Picking up ore, selling ore, hammering ore, three points and one line have become an indispensable rhythm of life for Xiaofeng.

Becoming a cultivator starts by tempering this small piece of dark ore.

Within half a year, Xiaofeng's initial expectations continued to despair, and Xiaofeng even began to doubt his life.

The hammer won't move, it won't move at all!

Due to the financial constraints, many farm tools in the village are made by Xiaofeng. Although the strength is not enough, it doesn't matter as long as it takes more time.

And what about the dark ore that was picked up?

Xiaofeng used the usual method of hammering iron ore to hammer the pitch-black ore, but in the past six months, he had lost countless sledgehammers and small hammers, and the shape of the pitch-black ore had not changed at all.

I even read through it countless times, the blacksmithing experience that my father left behind hidden under the pillow, and tried various methods, but nothing worked.

In the end, Xiaofeng had to give up the idea of ​​​​forging the pitch-black ore, and placed the pitch-black ore, which was impervious to water and fire, next to his father's memorial tablet to share the incense.

And that heroic spirit was also buried in Xiaofeng's heart.

Time, another year has passed.

One day, the village experienced a rare thunder and lightning, wind and rain, heavy rain, and wind and lightning.

Boom!

In the dark sky, lightning flashed from time to time.

Crackling!

Thunderclouds surged in the sky, and the lightning bolts became thicker and thicker.

Boom!

Finally, the top of the mountain was too close to the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck down. The long blue electric snake flashed past, quickly rushed into the wooden house, and disappeared into the dark ore on the wooden table.

Xiaofeng, who was in a daze while drinking porridge in the wooden house, was startled by this sudden abnormality.

Xiaofeng, who witnessed all this, looked at the dark ore that was struck by lightning on the wooden table. At this time, there were traces of thunder flowers wandering on the surface of the ore.

The next moment, the surface of the pitch-black ore changed color erratically, instantly turning into a pool of strange water flowing on the ground.

Xiaofeng was so shocked that he stood up from the wooden chair with a surprise smile on his face and rushed forward quickly.

"This is... this is a divine object with divine consciousness!"

"I heard Mr. Shu say before that if you encounter such a miracle, you must shed blood to identify the Lord!"

"Hahaha! I'm so lucky!"

Xiao Feng, whose cheeks were rosy with excitement, quickly rushed to the beach, bit his middle finger without hesitation, and quickly squeezed out a drop of blood.