Chapter 2 Douluo Continent, Otherworldly Tang San

　　There were only six types of martial arts recorded on the Xuan Tian Treasure Record, which were the internal heart method Xuan Tian Gong, the method of practicing hands Xuan Yu Hands, the method of practicing eyes Purple Extreme Demon Pupil, the method of grappling to control the crane and catch the dragon, the method of light body Ghost Shadow Misty Tracer, and the method of using concealed weapons, Hundred Explanations of Concealed Weapons. 　　The first five are the foundation, without a solid foundation, how can one utilize the essence of the Tang Sect's concealed weapons? 　　Starting to cultivate Xuan Tian Gong at over a year old, the current Tang San was about to turn six, and he was still building a foundation. 　　Tang San's home lived on the west side of the Holy Souls Village, at the head of the village, three adobe houses could be said to be the most humble in the entire village, right in the middle of the large roof, there was a wooden plaque with a diameter of about one meter, on which a simple hammer was drawn. The hammer's widest representation in this world referred to a blacksmith. 　　That's right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith, the only blacksmith in the village. 　　Among this world, blacksmithing could be said to be one of the lowest professions, because for some special reason, none of the top weapons in this world were forged by blacksmiths. 　　However, as the only blacksmith in this village, originally Tang San's family shouldn't be this poor, but that meager income was mostly ...... 　　As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could already smell the pungent aroma of rice, which was not the breakfast Tang Hao had made for him. 　　From the age of four, when Tang San was still too tall to reach the stovetop, the task of cooking had been a daily necessity for him. Even if he had to step on a stool to reach the top of the stove. 　　It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but because without it, Tang San would hardly ever be able to eat enough. 　　Arriving in front of the stove, he skillfully stepped on the wooden stool and lifted the lid of the large iron pot, the pungent aroma of rice came from his nose, the porridge in the pot had long been cooked to perfection. 　　Every day before going up the mountain, Tang San would put the rice in the pot, get the firewood, and when he came back, the porridge was also cooked. 　　Picking up the two bowls beside the stove that had already broken more than ten gaps, Tang San carefully sopped up two bowls of congee and placed them on the table behind him. The grains of rice in the congee could be counted almost at a glance, for Tang San who was in the midst of growing his body, this amount of nutrition was obviously not enough, which was why his body was so slim. 　　"Dad, it's time to eat." Tang San called out. 　　A long time later, the curtains of the inner room lifted, and a tall figure walked out with somewhat staggering steps. 　　It was a middle-aged man, looking about close to fifty years old, but with a very tall and sturdy figure, only his dress was not complimentary. 　　Tattered robes were worn on his body with not even a patch on it, revealing bronze-colored skin underneath, his originally decent features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow color, a look of sleepy eyes, his hair was disheveled like a bird's nest, and his face had a beard that hadn't been tidied up for I don't know how many days. His eyes were dull and dim, and despite the fact that a night had already passed, the pungent odor of alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown. 　　This was Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world. 　　Ever since he was a child, Tang San didn't know what it meant to have a father's love, Tang Hao treated him and never cared, in the beginning, he would even make some rice for him to eat, but as time passed, after Tang San started to take the initiative to cook, Tang Hao was even more indifferent to everything. The main reason why the family was so poor, not even a decent table and chairs, and meals were a problem, was that Tang Hao had exchanged his meager blacksmithing income for alcohol. 　　The fathers of the children who were as old as Tang San were usually about thirty years old, and those who married early were even less than thirty, but Tang Hao looked much older than them, rather like Tang San's grandfather. 　　For Tang Hao's attitude, Tang San hadn't resented it, in his previous life, he was an orphan, in this life, even though Tang Hao treated him badly, he at least had a relative. For Tang San, this already made him very satisfied. At least, there was someone here who let him call his father. 　　Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of being hot, and gulped the porridge into his belly, his dark yellow face looking a little more lustrous this time. 　　"Dad, drink slowly, there's more." Tang San took the bowl in his father's hands and gave him another bowl of congee. He himself also picked up the bowl of congee and drank. 　　When he was in the Tang Sect, he had never left there, and had even less contact with outside things. Originally, he was just like a blank sheet of paper, and when he arrived in this world, there was nothing unacceptable about being a child again. 　　Soon, seventy to eighty percent of the pot of congee entered Tang Hao's stomach, letting out a long breath and placing the bowl on the table. The drooping eyelids opened a few points, looking at Tang San. 　　"If there's a job, you can take it first, and I'll do it in the afternoon. I'm going to take another nap." 　　Tang Hao's routine was very regular, sleeping in the morning, building some farming tools in the afternoon as income, and drinking in the evening. 　　"Okay, dad." Tang San nodded. 　　Tang Hao stood up and drank a lot of porridge, and his body finally stopped shaking as he walked towards the inner room. 　　"Dad." Tang San suddenly called out. 　　Tang Hao stood his body and turned his head to look at him, a few more points of impatience evident between his brows. 　　Tang San pointed at a piece of pig iron in the corner that had a layer of faint ebony light and said, "Can I use this piece of iron?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer disciple of the Tang Sect, and was extremely familiar with making all kinds of concealed weapons, of course, at that time, all kinds of materials were provided by the Tang Sect. And after arriving in this world, although he had also cultivated for a few years, his strength was still far from enough, and at the same time, he had never thought of putting down his most skillful concealed weapon manufacturing, and he had already begun to try to forge some concealed weapons now, but the materials had become a big problem. 　　The metals Tang Hao used to build his farming tools were all sent by the village people, all of them were mortal iron with a lot of impurities, making it difficult to create fine concealed weapons. At this moment, this piece of pig iron that Tang San was referring to was just delivered yesterday, and to Tang San's surprise, this piece of iron ore even contained a certain amount of iron mother, which was more than suitable for creating concealed weapons. 　　Tang Hao's gaze shifted to the pig iron, "Huh. There's iron essence in here?" Walking over, he lowered his head to look at it before twisting his head to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"