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The term "natural power" applies to people of different ages, and the measurement values are naturally different.
A six-year-old child who can swing such a pair of hammers and strike a thousand times is definitely worthy of this term.
However, Mangtian didn't shout to stop, but just watched silently from the side as Tang Wulin continued to pound.
His movements were direct and powerful, but he did not use any force-reduction techniques, and the counter-shock force of the blows was undoubtedly borne by his arms.
Fifty times, eighty times, a hundred times.
Sweat was pouring out again, the soreness was even stronger than before, his arms were aching, and his scalp began to swell due to excessive exertion. But Tang Wulin still gritted his teeth and continued to pound.
One hundred and fifty hammers, his body began to shake, his arms swelled and hurt as if they were not his, and his vision was a little blurry, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
I can persist, I can pass the test. I am a man, persistence is victory.
When Mang Tian shouted to stop, Tang Wulin didn't know how many times he swung the hammer. If Mang Tian hadn't supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.
Taking the hammer in his hand, Mang Tian could clearly see that the palms of Tang Wulin's hands were abraded by the shock force of the hammer handle, and his arms were even more swollen.
This fierce-looking blacksmith was finally moved, not only because of Tang Wulin's natural power, but also because of his persistence.
Strength can still be developed, but it is very rare for a perseverance to appear in such a six-year-old child.
"You have raised a good boy. I will take him in. Come here at this time every day. Go back and paint his arms." When Lang Yue came to pick up Tang Wulin, what he saw was that his eyes were much gentler.
Mangtian, and a bottle of ointment he handed over.
Tang Wulin kept resting for the next hour. Now his energy had recovered, but his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them up.
Mang Tian's explanation of forging was still echoing in his mind.
"What is forging? Forging and casting are completely different. Casting only requires a mold, and a machine is used to press the metal into the required shape according to the abrasive tool, which is casting. Forging, however, requires the forger to hammer it with his own hands. Of course, forging is also
Beating can be done by machines, but metal is also alive, and machine forging can never truly grasp the texture of metal. Therefore, the top-level mecha parts are all hand-forged by blacksmiths. Good blacksmiths
He is a true craftsman and has a status that is not inferior to that of a soul master."
Soul master, mecha master, these are boys' dreams.
"Ouch." Tang Wulin screamed in pain because Lang Yue held his hand.
Only then did Lang Yue discover the wound on his son's palm.
"Oh God! What did he do to you?" Tears welled up from her eyes almost immediately. She never expected that her son would suffer such a terrible crime in just two hours.
Tang Wulin shook his head and said, "It's nothing! Uncle Mangtian said he tested me and I passed. Mom, am I great? Don't cry! It won't hurt."
"Let's go home." Lang Yue wiped the tears from his eyes, his eyes full of regret.
"Mom, I'm really fine. I'm happy. I passed Uncle Mangtian's test. Aren't you happy for me? This seems to be the sense of accomplishment that Dad talks about."
"Happy, mom is happy." Lang Yue touched her son's head, tears welling up in her eyes again.
After returning home, Tang Wulin saw Na'er sitting at the table as soon as he entered the door, and immediately jumped over and ran over. Lang Yue went into the kitchen to make dinner.
"Na'er, do you know? Today I passed Uncle Mangtian's test and can start learning forging from him. When my brother makes money from forging, he can save money to buy souls and buy you delicious food.
Oh..." The child's character was such that he had completely forgotten the pain in his arm and told Na'er about his particularly satisfying story.
Na'er listened very seriously, but occasionally there was a trace of confusion in her eyes.
"Na'er, do you really not remember where your home is?" Tang Wulin asked subconsciously after telling him about the test.
Na'er shook her head, "I really don't remember. I only remember that my name was Na'er, and the rest are vague. Brother Lin, am I stupid?"
Tang Wulin said quickly: "No, of course Na'er is not stupid. It doesn't matter if you don't remember. From now on, this is your home, my parents are yours, and you are my sister."
Na'er looked at him, and a sweet smile gradually appeared on her face. This was the first time she laughed since she came here.
"Wow, Na'er, you look great when you smile. I'll tell you quietly, my brother will work hard to become a soul master, and I'll protect you from now on, okay?"
"good."
When Tang Ziran came back, dinner was already ready.
"Cumin, come with me, the children will eat first." Lang Yue glanced at Tang Ziran seemingly calmly, and then walked towards their room.
Tang Ziran was stunned and looked at his son with a questioning look. Tang Wulin shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know what happened to his mother.
Tang Ziran quickly followed Lang Yue into the house, and Lang Yue closed the door.
"Na'er, let's eat first. You must be hungry." In view of the appetite of these two snackers, Lang Yue cooked a lot of extra meals today.
Na'er obviously had no resistance to eating. After hearing this, she nodded immediately and started to eat happily.
She had just eaten for a while, but found that Tang Wulin, who was sitting next to her, did not move like he did yesterday. When she looked up at him, she found that he was twisting his body with a frown on his face and a look of pain on his face.
"What's wrong, brother?" Na'er asked crisply.
"After my test, my arm hurt so much that I couldn't lift it up." Tang Wulin has been very hungry recently, not to mention the intense labor after school. It's obvious that he is craving for food now.
Na'er blinked her eyes and said, "Then I'll feed you."
"Okay! Okay!" Tang Wulin was overjoyed.
Na'er's movements were a little jerky, even a little clumsy. She fed a spoonful of rice and a spoonful of vegetables alternately into Tang Wulin's mouth.
The two children, one six years old and the other five and a half years old, are young and tender with a touch of warmth. Even the lights of this small home seem to have softened.
