Chapter 3

After setting up two bowls of porridge, Tang San called out to the inner room, "Dad, it's time to eat ~"

after a while, the old curtain was lifted.

A tall figure came out of it. His beard may have been neglected for several years, covering the lower half of his face. His skin was waxy yellow and his eyes were dull.

There were several patches on his old linen clothes, which were dirty and looked a little sloppy.

Coming near, ye Zhiqiu also smelled a strong smell of smoked alcohol.

This is Tang Hao, who is called Haotian Douluo.

Ye Zhiqiu looks at him in a daze. Such a person is a man who shocked the whole Douluo continent.

Although I have met several times before, I still think that such a person can be called Douluo. Ye Zhiqiu still thinks it is a bit inconceivable.

If he didn't know the story well and met Tang Hao on the street, ye Zhiqiu felt that he would treat him as a beggar.

Tang Hao didn't say a word. He came to the table in two or three steps, picked up the wooden bowl with one hand, raised his head, and poured the soup into his mouth.

His throat rolled a few times, a bowl of porridge a breath of Kung Fu has not left.

After that, Tang Hao ignored Ye Zhiqiu and Tang San and went straight back to the inner room.

Tang Hao didn't say a word. He didn't even see ye Zhiqiu and Tang San. Even at a glance, he turned a blind eye to half of the steamed bread that Tang San handed over.

Tang San sat down in silence and sipped soup with steamed bread.

Tang San is used to Tang Hao's style, and he doesn't think much about it. He can vaguely remember some things in the past and know that his father was hit by his mother's death, which makes him like this now.

Therefore, Tang San has no complaints.

In his previous life, Tang San was an orphan and was adopted by the Tang clan.

In this life, for the family, Tang San seems to cherish.

Even though Tang Hao has many bad habits, he is still his own father. Tang San felt it his duty to take care of his father.

Ye Zhiqiu can only sigh in his heart about Tang Hao's style. The title Douluo is Niubi, and the hot porridge just out of the pot is "Hula" and is not afraid of being hot at all? Is this the legend of the strong?

He had been waiting for Tang San to finish his lunch and clean up his dishes before ye Zhiqiu stepped forward.

Together, they got to the forging table and began to pick and choose between various pieces of iron.

The two of them planned to make two silent armarrows, which they had discussed in the morning.

The day after tomorrow is the awakening of the martial spirit. Tang San tie must be able to awaken the two spirits of blue silver grass and haotianhammer. And because Tang San practiced Xuantian Gong, it was the innate full soul power.

According to the plot, Tang San will enter the notting junior college and return home only once a year.

Ye Zhiqiu, however, is more likely to have no soul power. He needed to be able to protect himself, so he pestered Tang San to make weapons for him in the morning.

Originally, he wanted a short sword, but Tang San said that there was something better for him. Ye Zhiqiu understood it when he thought about it.

Tang San's unique skills come from the Tang clan in the middle of Sichuan Province, which is famous for its concealed weapons.

Misty clouds from the flying stars, stars and rain, no trace of flowers. This is the Tang clan that ye Zhiqiu understood.

At this stage, Tang San was limited by materials, and the only concealed weapon he could make was a silent sleeve arrow.

They picked two pieces of moderate size from a pile of iron and were ready to start forging.

The first step in making sleeve arrows: forging iron

Ye Zhiqiu consciously ran to pull the wind box. After all, with his small body, it was easy to move and difficult to swing.

The task of forging iron naturally fell to Tang San.

If Tang sanruo relied on his own strength, he was no better than ye Zhiqiu.

But after he runs Xuantian Gong in his body, the hammer can be easily swung.

The sound of iron hammer and pig iron was soon heard from the broken room, and the sound of "bang bang" rang through half the holy soul village.

The red iron, which was roasted by the hot flame, was constantly deformed under the strong impact of Tang San, and small pieces of black impurities peeled off from the surface of the iron block.

Ye Zhiqiu and Tang San were in high spirits for a while.

Although the two slightly childish faces are full of sweat, the excitement in the eyes is beyond the words.

Tang Hao didn't know when he lifted the broken curtain again and leaned against the door frame and watched quietly.

At the moment, his black pupil seems to have color again, and his eyes are not as focal as before.

"Ah Yin, do you see it? Our children are born with divine power... "

Tang Hao murmured in a low voice, with a trace of relief in his eyes.

"Kuang Kuang..."

"Kuang Kuang ~"

"Kuang Kuang... ~"

the hammering sound of the hammer continued from noon to evening."Zhiya"

the broken wooden door of the three Tang families was pushed open, and a dark little figure staggered out of it.

At this time, ye Zhiqiu seems to have just come out of the coal mine, and his big black eyes are still clean.

In the afternoon, all kinds of accessories of silent sleeve arrow were basically made.

But it's going to take a little time to assemble, and it won't be ready until tomorrow.

Ye Zhiqiu pressed down the excited mood and hobbled to his home. He pulled the bellows all afternoon, and he knew how to stick to it.

However, although I am very tired today, I think I will have my first secret weapon immediately. Ye Zhiqiu is in a good mood.

On the way home, he even hummed a little song...

after a while, ye Zhiqiu came to his door and his nose shrugged a few times, eh? It's like meat at night? Dad got the hare again?

Thinking of this, ye Zhiqiu's small stomach "Gu Gu" sounds timely.

After wiping the saliva that was about to flow out of the corner of his mouth, ye Zhiqiu's eyes lit up, "Dad, mom. I'm back... "

I'm back..."

I push the door and enter. Ye's father and mother are all sitting at the table. There are two dishes on the table, one of which is roast rabbit.

Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing look at the door of this dark little thing is a Leng, careful identification, found that it is really their son, two old face instantly black down.

Liu Qingqing got up and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't think much about it. He thought his mother was going to serve the dishes. At this time, only the golden rabbit legs were left in his eyes.

I haven't eaten meat for weeks, so ye Zhiqiu goes to climb the stool.

At this time, Liu Qingqing came back. He also held two bamboo sticks in his hand and handed one to Ye Zhiqiu's father Yenan.

The old man's eyes are not good.

Both hands are extending to the vegetable pot, ye Zhiqiu's eyes glance at this scene, suddenly feel chrysanthemum tight.

"Mom and Dad, listen to my explanation..."

"pa pa..."

"can you eat the rabbit and hit it again?"

"Pa pa pa..."

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listening to the howl from the next door, Tang San was silent for ye Zhiqiu for three seconds.

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