"The reason why I can't become a barbarian is because I don't have the blood of the clan gods. Doesn't it mean that forging also needs the blood of the clan gods?" Mantian thought, but felt a little disappointed in his heart. If forging requires the blood of the clan gods, then he, Mantian
Don't ever think about becoming a forger in your life.
Sighing, Mantian picked up the only half of the sword embryo, looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "Although I didn't feel the air flow in the bones, why are the strength of my bones several times greater? And why can I
Feel the power in Manzhu’s body?”
"Since it can increase the strength of one's bones, then this kind of practice should be useful. The inability to feel the air flow in the bones should be due to insufficient heat." When Mantian thought of this, a smile appeared on his pale face.
Smile, but the smile looked a bit sinister on that withered face.
In the following days, Mantian practiced unremittingly every day. The words on the mutilated animal skin were limited and could not give Mantian a clear method of practice. He could only practice crazily and explore on his own.
"Hoo! Hoo!" Mantian's breathing was like that of a cow. A large amount of sweat continued to flow out of his thin and sickly body, soaking the animal skin he was wearing. The hammer in his right hand slowly struck the anvil.
Although the sword embryo still did not feel the air flow in the bones, Mantian's power was increasing day by day, which made Mantian more determined to take this path.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved!" When Mantian was swinging the hammer, Manggong appeared behind Mantian again at some point, saying in a cold voice.
Mantian wiped the sweat that invaded the corner of his eyes, turned his head to look at the old man, thought for a moment, and said bitterly: "Mantian, I understand what you mean, but I am destined to be a blacksmith and cannot become a forger." Since he wanted to.
To become a blacksmith is of the blood of the clan gods, so Mantian may not be able to become a barbarian in his lifetime.
The old man who was about to leave stopped, hit the ground heavily with the crutch in his hand, and said: "I have heard about you. Do you think that only barbarians can become forgers? It's really ridiculous. According to you,
In this way, those countless barbaric cultivators are all forgers?"
"It's possible that barbarians can't become forgers? How about I?" Mantian laughed at himself, but felt that Mangong's words must have other meanings. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Mangong, Xiaotian is ignorant, please understand Mangong.
explain!"
Mangong stopped and said slowly: "There is forging in the south and weapon refining in the east. Could it be that the most powerful magic weapon in the world is forging? Like your father, he only knows how to vent his brute force and spend his whole life forging iron.
!”
A hint of anger appeared on Mantian's pale face after Manggong's words. His father, Mangyong, was a blacksmith, but so what? Mantian didn't think that blacksmiths should be ridiculed, so when he asked Mantian to refute, he just
I heard Mr. Barbarian say again: "Of course, if you can't even beat iron, how can you talk about forging? Your father is not enlightened enough and cannot touch the forging door. If you touch it, I will teach you the art of forging." After that, Barbarian said.
The old man left slowly on crutches, which was surprising. The barbarian was obviously blind, but there was no hesitation in his steps, as if he could see the road!
Watching Man Gong's leaving back, Man Tian thought for a long time, then stopped thinking and continued to swing the hammer.
Since Mantian started forging iron, Mantian's father went out hunting, while his mother knitted animal skin coats with other women in the clan. In the evening, curls of green smoke rose from the roofs of every household in the clan.
, Mantian's father Manyong was standing in front of the stove at this time, holding the sword embryo that Mantian had made during the day. After looking at it carefully, he looked at Mantian's skinny body with some surprise, and said in surprise
: "Xiaotian, do you...feel any changes in your body? Your strength is growing rapidly. Although this sword embryo is useless, its toughness is comparable to that of a middle-grade mortal weapon."
Ordinary weapons are called ordinary weapons, and ordinary weapons are called barbaric weapons!
"Father, there is no change in my body. By the way, father, what is the difference between blacksmithing and forging? What is forging?" Mantian did not want to continue to delve into the matter of strength. He has not yet determined whether he can feel the airflow of the bones.
Before, he didn't want to tell his parents because he was afraid of disappointing them again.
"Oh? Why do you suddenly ask like this?" Man's father glanced at Man Tian and said in surprise. He had watched Man Tian grow up, and he knew Man Tian's temper very well. Although he insisted on blacksmithing every day these days,
But Man's father felt that Man Tian was not obsessed with blacksmithing, and Man's father did not stop him. He just thought that Man Tian was exercising and wanted to regain his former extraordinary body.
"Mr. Man is here today. He said that if I can touch the forging door, he will teach me the art of forging!" Man Tian did not hide anything.
When Man's father heard this, his rough cheeks beat violently. There was surprise and shock in his eyes. He stared at Man Tian and whispered: "Uncle really said that?", this is true.
It's not that Man's father doesn't believe Man Tian, but the news makes him a little unbelievable.
Seeing Man's father's excited look, Man Tian's pale face turned slightly rosy. He couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly and said firmly: "Yes!"
"Xiaotian, from now on, you must immerse yourself in blacksmithing, so that you can touch the door of forging. You must seize this opportunity. Since you are so arrogant, he will say this to you, he must have moved the teacher.
Your heart. If Mr. Man is willing to teach you, he... you may be able to become a forger in the future!" Father Man's tall body could not help but tremble at this time, and his bloodshot eyes burst out with fire.
A surprising light.
Man Tian stared at Man's father closely. At this moment, he didn't need to say anything. Man Tian hadn't seen such an expression for a long time. Ever since his brother Man Xiao left and he became seriously ill, his parents have been filled with sadness every day.
, it was rare to see his father showing such an expression. Mantian's peripheral vision suddenly turned to the woman standing behind his father, who was secretly wiping her tears in front of the door. Mantian felt that his chest was tight, and an indescribable determination made him
His nails clenched into the palm of his hand, and he said in a low voice: "I will, father!"
"Xiaotian, although my father has never touched the door of forging, he has been forging for his whole life. Forging is very mysterious and can only be understood but cannot be explained in words. But my father believes that as long as you devote yourself to one thing, you can't do it.
It happened!" Wu Yong said in a deep voice!
The blows of the past two years have not made Man's father lose confidence in his son. In his heart, his two sons are his pride. The eldest son Man Xiao resolutely left the clan on his own and went to a distant place.
In the Eastern Region, regardless of success or failure, this courage is admirable. Over the years, there have been countless barbarians without blood, but how many people have this courage and determination?
His second son, Mantian, is also his pride. He went from being a genius in the clan to a useless person, and he also suffered the blow of not having the blood of the clan god. The double blow did not knock him down, but made him more determined, as if there was nothing in the world.
To be able to defeat him, Father Man is just an ordinary person with a lot of experience. He has heard that whether he is a barbarian cultivator or a monk from the Eastern Region, he needs a firm heart to reach the other side of cultivation!
Listening to his father's sincere words and the trust and love he showed, Mantian almost shed tears.
"Xiaotian, no matter what, my father is proud of you and your brother!" Mantian's father patted Mantian's shoulder, turned around, walked to the door, pulled the woman with tears on her face, and walked in
room.
Mantian stood on the spot, clenching his fists, and his nails dug into his palms. Drops of blood dripped from his fists, splashed on the ground, and blended into the soil.
The breeze blew by, blowing Mantian's black hair, and two drops of clear tears flowed down the corners of Mantian's eyes!
Five years ago, when all his power was lost, Mantian never cried. Last year, when he learned in the clan test that he had no bloodline of the clan god, Mantian never cried either. At this time, the strong love between father and son made Mantian's rock-hard heart completely collapse.
!He actually sat softly on the ground like a child, sobbing and crying!
Perhaps, he is actually a child!
The sound of sobbing blended into the cold wind of approaching winter, making it appear extremely bleak and desolate.
"Ah!!" Mantian, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long and shrill scream, venting all the pain that had been suppressed in his heart for several years.
Perhaps, he has become tired of being strong these years.
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