"Haah~~~" Before the rooster crows, Tang San, who wanted to practice the Purple Demon Eyes, had already sat up and rubbed his eyes skillfully. He picked up his sister who was sleeping next to him and stood in front of the window together.
"Haah~~~Brother... I don't want to practice today, I want to sleep..." Tang Tang weakly yawned one after another in the same style as Tang San, trying hard to open his eyelids that were stuck with secretions, looking listless.
Staring at the skylight emerging on the horizon.
Seeing the fish-belly white color on the horizon, Tang Tang, although unwilling to do so, immediately relaxed his mind and stared at the purple energy on the horizon. The mysterious purple energy flowed into his eyes one by one, and began to infiltrate from the pupils, Tang Tang
There is a burst of coolness in the brain, and all drowsiness flies away in an instant. The medicine eliminates drowsiness and has an immediate effect.
It only took a quarter of an hour for the purple energy to come from the east. Soon, the white fish belly was dyed with a faint orange color, and a soft halo fell on the two people standing with their eyes closed, making them look a little more delicate.
Tang Tang opened his eyes and forcibly yawned to commemorate his lost sleep, "Brother, this eye skill you taught me is so strange. You want me to let my eyes go and stare at the sky. Isn't this making things difficult for me?
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Tang San opened his eyes, the purple light in his eyes had not dissipated, and his pair of black eyes looked particularly mysterious.
Hearing Tang Tang's complaint, his face was full of helplessness, "I clearly didn't mean that when I told you, how could you conclude it like this..."
"Just tell me, am I understanding correctly?" Tang Tang arrogantly put his hands on his hips.
Tang San was suspiciously silent. Although, this unqualified explanation is really correct... So is the secret book of the sect written in such a complicated way so that others can't understand it? In fact, the core is very simple?
Tang San looked at the proud Tang Tang and decided to try again. "You start learning another technique from me today and let me see how you can understand it." Well, it's not that he doesn't like it, he just wants to
Test your sister.
"Ah?!" Tang Tang shouted in disbelief, clinging to him like an octopus and pleading, "Brother, I just learned the Purple Demon Eyes! Don't be so cruel, I will forget what I have learned before.
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Tang San got rid of Tang Tang easily and was in a good mood. He hummed a rare tune to make breakfast, leaving Tang Tang crying on the spot.
Sadly, Tang Tang moved to the living room step by step. He turned around and saw Tang Hao through the door curtain, still lying leisurely on the bed, and immediately felt uncomfortable.
She rushed to Tang Hao's side in three steps and two steps at a time, and her little voice sounded in Tang Hao's ears: "Get up!!!"
Tang Hao shuddered, subconsciously opened his hazy eyes and looked at the bedside, and as expected saw the little thorn at home.
He took a deep breath, pressed her forehead and gently pushed her away a meter away, feeling very helpless, "Go and play with the mistress, don't bother me, you have already stolen all my money."
Tang Tang felt an irresistible force coming from her forehead, pushing her backwards, and she had to retreat continuously. Looking at Tang Hao, who turned over and fell asleep again, she stood beside the bed and turned into a pufferfish.
Perhaps the awakening of the martial spirit gave her the confidence, Tang Tang felt angry and fearful, and quickly remembered an idiom that could punish lazy people.
Just in time, Father Sun came out, and the voices of the little sunspots kept coming one after another.
“Smell the chicken and dance!”
Tang Hao, who was deeply sleepy, suddenly changed his expression. He quickly sat up and pushed Tang Tang away and walked out. A gust of wind swept up a casting hammer and left the house. He stood in the open space in front of the door.
"Hey, Tang Hao, it's so early today?" The villagers passing by were surprised and took the initiative to greet him. Tang Hao stood up straight without saying a word, not even turning his head.
Suddenly, he moved his right hand and danced with a hammer, followed by a whole set of up and down, left, right, front and back pulls. It seemed that everything was going smoothly, but Tang Tang always felt that something was wrong.
"Why did dad use the hammer as a sword?" Tang San, who had come to the door to watch at some point, fell into deep confusion.
Tang Hao, who was smashing the hammer, felt a little embarrassed and wanted to pull out the house and live in a village.
With the strength of his Titled Douluo, it was absolutely easy to break free from Tang Tang's control, but in order to hide his strength and test Tang Tang's speech spirit, he still forcibly held back.
After dancing with the hammer flower at the end, Tang Hao stood up with the hammer behind him seemingly calmly. He walked into the house calmly, picked up Tang Tang with one hand like a chicken and threw it out the door. He slammed the door with a bang and shook it off.
A layer of ash.
Tang Tang touched his nose, took out the key very forcefully, opened the door and went in. He looked at Tang Hao, who was sitting on the side with his elbows and knees leaning on his knees, and was losing color, and smiled in victory.
More than ten days later...
“Smell the chicken and dance!”
“Smell the chicken and dance!”
“Smell the chicken and dance!”
"..."
Tang Tang jumped in anger when he saw Tang Hao go out and do a set of Sleeping Arhat Fist as if he were sleepwalking and then come back and lie down peacefully.
"Dance when you hear the chicken!" There was no little black chicken crowing, and Tang Hao had no reaction.
Today's idiom opportunities have been used up and unable to modify the idiom, Tang Tang angrily opened the curtain and walked out.
Just wait, I will definitely find a way to punish you, this lazy idiot!
the next day.
Tang Tang once again stood beside Tang Hao's bed, with two big dark circles on his face and a villain's smile.
Hum hum, I searched five times last night to find the killer feature, I will definitely make you unable to sleep this time!
Tang Tang took a deep breath and spit out a brand new idiom: "Be in high spirits!"
Tang Hao's body shook slightly and began tossing and turning.
"Energetic," his eyelids began to tremble.
"Cheer up!" Staring at the ceiling aimlessly, trying to retain the thin drowsiness.
"Be in good spirits!"
Tang San stood at the door, looking at Tang Hao's radiant face and the contradiction between life and death intertwined, his smile completely uncontrollable.
Tang Hao carried Tang San to the casting table with his backhand, his eyes almost burning with energy, "Xiao San, come here and hammer this piece of raw iron. Use the hammering technique I taught you."
Tang San never expected that the fire at the city gate would affect Chiyu. He didn't even have time to retract his smile when he saw Tang Hao's angry eyes and chose to pick up the hammer.
Today, one of him and pig iron must be created. It is even possible that both must be created.
Tang Hao stood beside and behind Tang San, watching as Tang San began to lose his center of gravity after swinging the hammer, and within a second he reached out to catch him and straighten him up.
"Come again."
"Bang!" Catch it.
"Come again."
"Bang" caught it.
After making several mistakes, Tang San quickly found the technique to exert force and successfully hit three hammers in a row. Tang Hao was very satisfied and grabbed the forging hammer when he was excited.
"Yes, I'm making rapid progress. I'll teach you one more time. You should watch carefully and memorize it carefully." As he spoke, he speeded up deliberately as if to show off his skills, hammering one after another in pursuit of each other.
The plantains fell on the pig iron like bananas, making a crisp and clear collision sound.
In an instant, the seventy-two hammers were swung out, and Tang Hao calmly retracted the hammer. The original dull piece of pig iron in front of him shrank in size by half, and was bright in color, lying quietly on the casting platform.
Tang San: What the hell did I just see? A spinning top?
"You didn't understand, did you? It's okay, let's do it again." Tang Hao was surprisingly tolerant, tightly suppressing the corners of his mouth that were trying to turn up, and smoothly picked up another piece of pig iron and began to knock.
"Dad, wait a minute..." Before Tang San could speak, more than a dozen hammers had already been knocked down.
"You haven't seen it clearly yet, have you? It's okay, there's still pig iron."
"Dangdangdang..."
"No, dad, you..."
"Did you see how hard I hit the pig iron just now? That's stack forging. Come on, I'll teach you a new one."
"..."
It took just over a quarter of an hour to forge a piece of pig iron. Tang Hao happily moved out the inventory and forged piece after piece. The ground was almost covered with forged iron pieces.
On one side, Tang San was curled up and sitting on a flat piece of iron, looking completely empty of everything, with a face filled with no desire and no need.
After forging the last piece of stock, Tang Hao finally calmed down and looked at the iron blocks on the ground, lost in thought.
Looking around, he saw that Tang Hao had already taken the opportunity to sneak away, leaving Tang Hao no chance to show his long-lost fatherly love.
I am the one who squeezes out toothpaste while writing the main text, and is the one who gets the inspiration to write extras.