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Waves of strong weakness made Tang Wulin sit on the ground. Mangtian skillfully took out a piece of tape-like thing from his arms and put it on his wrist, sealing the previous wound.
The Grandmaster-level blacksmith's expression was also a little strange at this time, and the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching.
A genius is still a genius after all. It does not change because he does not have a hammer as a martial spirit. This understanding is enough to make up for everything.
Thousand Forgings, an insurmountable gap in the eyes of many blacksmiths, was completed by a child who was only nine years old. How incredible is this?
Tang Ziran had already rushed over and helped his son.
Mang Tian was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Genius, this is a work of genius. Wu Lin, you have to remember everything you feel today. For you, this is just the beginning. The beginning that shocked the forging world.
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Unfortunately, Tang Wulin did not hear the teacher's words clearly. After five hours of forging, he was completely exhausted and fell asleep in his father's arms.
When he woke up again, he was already in his bed.
It was already dawn outside, and the sun shone through the window in the room, falling on the bed where Na'er once slept.
Although Na'er left, Tang Wulin did not let his parents dismantle the bed. In his subconscious, he always believed that Na'er would come back one day.
Although there was no pain in my arm, my whole body was still a little weak, and my body was warm. Just lying lazily on the bed, I felt an indescribable feeling of comfort.
A faint smile appeared on his face, Thousand Refinements must have been completed.
It turns out that the feeling of Qiandian is like that.
Although he was in a coma, he still clearly remembered that when he reached the final stage of forging, every hammer strike seemed to resonate with the heavy silver. It was a very strange feeling.
Chen Yin seemed to come alive. He breathed, and Chen Yin also breathed. Every time he hammered it, it was like massaging it, and it would feel comfortable. When this feeling of comfort reached the extreme, Chen Yin sublimated.
Quantitative changes accumulate into qualitative changes.
Although he didn't know what happened next, he was still sure that he succeeded.
I am not a waste, at least when it comes to forging, and my Bluesilver Grass is not an ordinary Bluesilver Grass either.
Na'er, it would be great if you were still here. You would definitely be happy with your brother, right? My brother will become stronger and stronger, and he will definitely be able to protect you and never let anyone hurt you.
Na'er, please come back soon, or tell me where you are and why you left without saying anything clearly. I miss you so much.
Na'er's sweet smile appeared in his mind, and her voice, which was as beautiful as a lark, always made him so satisfied when she called out the word "brother."
I will definitely find you in the future, I will.
Gradually, the warmth coming from his body made him fall asleep again and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, he was completely hungry. The sky outside had become dark again. It was obvious that he had slept for nearly a day and a night since last night.
"Dad, Mom." Tang Wulin turned over and sat up. The feeling of fatigue had completely disappeared, but his stomach was empty. The feeling of his hungry heart pressing against his back made him feel like he could eat a cow.
"Son, you're awake." The door opened and Lang Yue rushed in immediately.
Tang Wulin said with some pride: "Mom, I can reach the Thousand Levels."
Langyue's eyes were red. To her, those things were not important. What was important was that her son was well.
"Good son, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Lang Yue asked softly.
Tang Wulin shook his head, "No, I'm just hungry. Mom, I'm so hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
"Yes, yes, mom bought you a fat chicken and made chicken soup. I'm waiting for you to drink it when you get up. Your teacher said that you are a little tired and you need to eat something easy to digest after you wake up."
A quarter of an hour later.
Lang Yue and Tang Ziran stared blankly at their son who was still feasting. For his son, anything that is easy to digest seems to be easy to digest as long as it is edible.
A whole fat chicken, a pot full of chicken soup, five steamed buns, and two plates of green vegetables have all gone into the belly of this nine-year-old little guy. And he still looked like he was still eating the third meal, as if he was still satisfied.
Six steamed buns.
"Let's go cook some more dishes for my son." Tang Ziran swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Seeing his son eating so deliciously, even he felt like he was moving his index finger.
Lang Yue quickly stood up.
Tang Wulin really ate a lot, especially after a lot of physical exertion, he ate for nearly an hour before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Son, you're not going to burst, are you?" If Tang Ziran hadn't stopped him, Lang Yue would have stopped letting Tang Wulin eat. His appetite had clearly exceeded that of a normal person.
Tang Wulin said with a satisfied look on his face: "Mom's cooking is still the most delicious. It tastes so good."
Tang Ziran took his son's arm and looked at it, a strange look flashed in his eyes. Sure enough, the wrist that Mang Tian cut yesterday had completely healed, leaving only a slight red mark.
Only now did Tang Wulin remember to ask, "Dad, was my Thousand Refinements successful yesterday?"
Tang Ziran smiled and nodded, "Yes, it was successful, very successful. Your teacher was full of praise for you and said that when you wake up, he will ask you to go find him as soon as possible."
Tang Wulin jumped down from the chair and said, "Then I'll go now."
Lang Yue frowned and said: "It's so late, let's go tomorrow."
Tang Ziran stood up and said, "He just woke up. He won't go back to sleep for a while. It's not too late yet. I'll take him there. I'll come back as soon as I go."
Lang Yue rolled her eyes at him and said threateningly: "If my son has any problems again, I will only ask you, so you can sleep in the living room with me."
Tang Ziran touched his nose awkwardly, "It's as if he's not my son."
The father and son went out and went straight to Mangtian's studio.
"Teacher, I'm here!" Tang Wulin shouted as soon as he entered the door. He was looking forward to seeing what his first Thousand Forging work looked like. The sense of accomplishment brought by completing Thousand Forging made him feel very excited during this period.
In time, some of the depressed mood was swept away.
Mang Tian, who was wearing shabby work clothes, walked out. His usually cold face actually smiled subconsciously when he saw Tang Wulin, and his eyes were full of satisfaction and even pampering.
After nodding to Tang Ziran, he said to Tang Wulin: "Follow me."
The piece of heavy silver is still in Tang Wulin's forging room. After Tang Wulin left with his father yesterday, Mang Tian did not take it away.
"Let's take a look at your masterpiece." Mang Tian pointed at Chen Yin and said to Tang Wulin.
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