Tang San thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay then. Actually, there is nothing to keep secret. Some things can't be learned just by wanting to learn them." The Tang Sect's hidden weapons were so famous, how could they not be imitated, but in the Tang Dynasty
In that world, the Tang Sect has been standing for hundreds of years, but no counterfeit hidden weapon has ever been able to surpass the Tang Sect. An ordinary Tang Sect hidden weapon manufacturing technician needs ten years to train. Tang San has extremely high talent in this area.
, it took more than twenty years of continuous research and production to reach the level of a master of concealed weapon manufacturing. It is almost impossible to counterfeit it.
Ning Rongrong said: "That's even better. I don't have to go back first. To be honest, I'm really afraid that my father won't let me come out after I go back. It just so happens that I don't have to train anymore during this period, and I can also have fun."
Xiao Wu, where do you think we should go to have fun? Tang San, do you want to go together?"
Tang San frowned and said, "Teacher asked everyone to cultivate their soul power. Rongrong, have you forgotten?"
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "It's okay, I don't always play. Among the Shrek Seven Monsters, I have the weakest soul power right now. I know I have to work hard. But I also have to relax.
It’s a combination of work and rest.”
Xiao Wu nodded and said, "What Rongrong said makes sense. Mistress, do you want to go out with us?"
Tang San shook his head and said: "Forget it, I still have a lot of things to do. You go ahead. Just pay attention to safety." After saying that, he hurriedly left. The feeling in the girls' dormitory was always a little weird.
Tang San had already thought about what to do in these two months on the way back.
After the last danger in the Star Dou Forest, Tang San felt more and more inadequate in his own strength. Although having the Eight Spider Spears gave him a great advantage over spirit masters of the same level, once there was a gap in level
, this advantage will be gone.
Tang San was basically confident of winning against spirit masters below level 40. Above level 40, it would depend on the type and attributes of the opponent's spirit master.
If his attributes happened to be able to restrain his opponent, he believed that he would be able to fight with the help of hidden weapons. But if he was restrained by his opponent, it would be almost impossible to defeat him.
The stoves that Tang San bought from the blacksmith shop last time had already been delivered to Shrek Academy. Before returning today, he passed by the blacksmith shop and specially ordered a batch of metals. The soul fighting gave him a profit of more than 5,000 gold coins.
There's no problem buying some good metal.
Coupled with the metal he bought last time, he planned to add some armed strength to himself in the past two months. At the same time, he would strengthen his practice of concealed weapon techniques.
Insufficient internal strength prevented many of the Tang Sect's exquisite inner hidden weapons from exerting their power. Therefore, Tang San still had to work hard on the mechanical hidden weapons that he was best at.
Although Shrek Academy is simple, it is still quite a big place, and there are not many teachers and students. When the stove arrived, Tang San asked Flanders for an empty room to use. Of course, the rent was not allowed.
Less.
After walking out of Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's dormitory, Tang San came directly to this house. The building of the house is very simple, made of rocks. Although it is not very regular, it is very sturdy and durable. This is the most popular house for ordinary civilians.
Commonly used construction methods.
The room is not big, nearly thirty square meters. It has a casting furnace, a calcining furnace, an anvil for hammering, and a casting hammer. It's just that it hasn't been used for a while, so it's all a little rusty.
In a corner of the house, there was also a large amount of charcoal and various lumps of metal piled up. Most of them had not undergone any processing.
Tang San simply tidied up the room. When he held the casting hammer in his hand, a familiar feeling emerged spontaneously. In his mind, he couldn't help but recall his father's appearance when he taught him how to cast.
Although Tang Hao did not teach Tang San for too long, that period was the time when Tang San was closest to his father after he was born. Tang San remembered every word Tang Hao said during that period of time particularly deeply.
"The divine craftsman is not a blacksmith who uses divine iron to create divine weapons, but uses mortal iron to create divine weapons." Tang San murmured as he repeated his father's words, swinging the casting hammer in his hand along with the strength of his calf.
Without any target, with the whistling wind, the casting hammer danced with Tang San's hands in this room. Each hammer was filled with internal force. The half-turn of the body and the connection between each hammer were all just right.
.
The changes in his internal strength and body made Tang San even more skillful when he used the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique. Although there was no target for the hammering, the joyful and dripping feeling of venting gave him an extremely comfortable feeling.
After swinging the hammer for a full ninety-nine and eighty-one times, Tang San stopped. His clothes were soaked with sweat. It was so good, so good. Tang San put the casting hammer in front of him, and his thoughts about his time in the Tang Sect and the Tang Dynasty kept popping up in his mind.
The scene when I was learning to cast memories with Tang Hao, I couldn't help but have mixed feelings for a while.
Thirteen years old means that I have been in this world for thirteen years. In this brand-new world, I have gained many things that I have never had before. Family, friendship, martial arts, soul skills, all of these have been perfected.
Integrated into his soul.
Tang San's body flashed, and he had already arrived at the place where the metal was piled. The casting hammer struck a piece of fine iron with a diameter of more than half a meter. The fine iron suddenly shook slightly and tilted slightly. He reached out with his toes in time and gently picked it up.
He had already picked up nearly a hundred kilograms of fine iron.
My left hand reached out and inserted the fine iron into my grasp. Tang Sect, a brand that can never be forgotten, I will definitely let you shine in this new world.
The refined iron was placed on the casting furnace, and Tang San skillfully stacked the charcoal, lit it, and pulled the bellows.
The rhythmic and powerful sound of the bellows began to echo in the stone house. After a while, the red flames burst out, and the casting furnace began to resume its function.
Tang San never forgot his father's words, and he also understood why his father said that casting artifacts from ordinary iron is the meaning of a true craftsman. It is not just skill, but more importantly, firm perseverance.
No matter how ordinary iron is, if it is forged tens of thousands of times, it will become the king of irons.
The Tang Sect has extremely strict requirements for the hidden weapons it manufactures. As a leader in the manufacture of mechanical hidden weapons, Tang San has even stricter requirements for his works. He will never let the quality of hidden weapons lead to a crisis.
on oneself.
Fine iron burns red, like an extremely huge ruby. Only when it is completely red can the impurities contained in it be seen.
The casting hammer jumped into Tang San's hand, and its dance began.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang..., percussion full of rhythm and rhythm floated out from the stone house. Tang San began his own casting.
From this day on, except for eating, Tang San didn't even go back to his dormitory to sleep. He repeated the casting every day. When he got tired, he sat down to practice his soul power. As soon as his energy was restored, he continued to start his work.
Work.
No one knows what Tang San is making, not even the Grandmaster. But the Grandmaster has never gone to his casting room to look for him. That is complete trust. The Grandmaster believes that Tang San will never suffer from casting.
Waste your own practice.
The only person who had ever entered the casting room was Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu would go to the casting room every day, and she would not disturb Tang San. She would just silently put the clean clothes aside, place the water she had prepared and some peeled and cored fruits there, and then quietly exit.
It's not that she doesn't want to talk to Tang San, it's just that since she met Tang San, she has never seen Tang San spend so much time doing anything.
Tang San's body was full of the smell of metal, and his whole body was the color of iron gray and coke.
Xiao Wu was a little worried about Tang San's current situation. Only when she quietly entered the casting room again and saw Tang San put on clean clothes and drank up the water and empty fruit plate she sent, she
You will feel a little more relieved.
As time passed, the sound of knocking in the foundry only became more intensive. Every day before dawn, it started to sound, and it would not stop completely until night completely replaced the skylight.
During this period of time, even when he went to the cafeteria to eat, Tang San seemed taciturn and always in a state of thinking.
Regarding this situation, Dai Mubai also approached the master and Flanders. The master only said one thing, don't disturb him.
Dark blue gradually replaced pure black, and in the distance, a golden thread gradually revealed a misty brilliance on the horizon, and dawn came again.
The door of the foundry room opened, and a man walked out, with disheveled hair, an iron-gray face, and an exposed, stained upper body full of strong muscles.
It seems that he is stronger than before, and his height seems to have increased a bit. A faint purple light is faintly revealed from his eyes, with a breathtaking feeling.
Looking into the distance, towards the east where the golden thread is gradually expanding, the purple energy in my eyes is getting stronger.
He quietly raised his hands, and as he clenched his fists, the steel-like muscles in his body suddenly tightened, like a cheetah ready to go, full of power and wild beauty.
"Forty-nine days, exactly forty-nine days. I finally succeeded." He slowly opened his palms, and a pair of round iron balls appeared in his hands.