My mother of Douluo is the transmigrator

Chapter 7 What kind of person should the scale be

Nothing to do today, hit the iron.

Blacksmithing was Tang San's father's craft, but Tang San clearly felt the subtlety and profoundness of the hammering technique his father taught him.

Hammer after hammer, there was only rhythmic clanging sound in the room, the sweat dripped down his forehead, Tang San's arm was already red, if he continued to take the next hammer, he would reach the limit.

There was a boy squatting beside him, his long silver-white hair was combed back and coiled up, his face was also dripping with sweat, but a pair of bright golden eyes were staring at Tang San's actions at this time without blinking.

From time to time, he would change places to observe, and would do similar movements around his hands, feet, and waist. Then he would frown and think, and after a while, he would suddenly nod with satisfaction.

It seems that it is a set of hammering techniques that constantly superimpose power, and the focus is to use it after the power continues to surge.

Although he doesn't have a hammer, it's not difficult to develop it. Tang San said that this hammering method is called the Chaos Cloaking Wind Hammer Method, so he can create a Chaos Cloaking Spear Technique, Chaos Splitting Wind Knife Technique and so on.

It's just that this hammering method does not have low damage to the body's rebound. The offensive power is fierce, but it is easy to cause hidden injuries. Yu Linzhi doesn't like it.

However, there are too many skills and you don't overwhelm yourself. If you travel the mainland, you must learn a few more tricks.

With just one last push, the piece of iron in front of him could meet the requirements, but Tang San couldn't hold it.

"Move the left foot half an inch to the right, raise the center of gravity, don't stop when the waist is accumulating energy, and bring the energy up from the bottom of the foot with one breath."

Hearing Yulinzhi's reminder from the side, Tang San concentrated on doing so without the slightest hesitation, squeezed all the strength out of his body, and with the ethereal knocking sound of the last iron impact, Tang San's aura was instantly relieved.

"Thank you."

Tang San panted, the reason he was able to master this set of hammer techniques to the present level in the past few days was largely due to Yulinzhi's voice reminding him.

When asked why the other party could see the problem at a glance, Yu Linzhi said that he felt uncomfortable in his movements, and the posture he said would look much more comfortable...

Maybe, Linzhi is really a natural genius, Tang San thought helplessly.

"Ham, you are being polite to me, damn." Yulinzhi waved his hands politely.

……

A few more days passed, and it was finally the day when Yulinzhi and Tang San set out for Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Last night, Tang Hao and his son were still doing everything as usual, and they didn't show much else.

Tang San said that he would leave for Notting College tomorrow, Tang Hao just agreed with a casual hum, and didn't say any more.

Drinking in silence alone.

The wine was bought with the money Tang San earned from blacksmithing.

This old father is really scumbag.

Yu Linzhi silently despised the two duplicity gentlemen.

Early the next morning, Tang San discovered that his father was not at home, and found the letter left by Tang Hao on the table.

The content of the letter is mostly self-blame and an apology for his failure as a father.

The words are plain and unspeakable, Tang San couldn't help but lose his mind while holding the letter, his eyes were sore.

A trail of tears slipped...

The unsightly person appeared.

boom!
The door was kicked open.

"Let's go, Xiaosan, the village chief Jack came to see us, why are you standing there?"

Yulinzhi came back from the outside with a bluff.

Followed by a large group of crying teenagers and girls.

It was the children from the village who came to say goodbye to Yu Linzhi.

Seeing Tang San's thin figure in the room holding the letter alone, Yulin frowned, and glanced over to see the contents of the letter, she probably knew what happened in her heart.

It's just... your father is a dignified Douluo, why should you worry about it?
It's really the same between the two fathers and sons, so hypocritical.

Is there anything that cannot be shared?
It's just that in the face of this situation, I really fell into the blind spot of Yulin's knowledge, and I don't know what to say at this time.

"Woo, it turns out that General Zhengxi is so reluctant to part with us..."

A fat man rushed in and hugged Tang San whose eyes were still red.

Seeing Tang San's sad look, a large group of crying teenagers behind him obviously misunderstood the situation, a large group of people rushed in and surrounded him tightly.

"General Zhengxi, don't be sad..."

Seeing this, Tang San hurriedly collected his father's letter, and a large group of teenagers surrounded Tang San's family, crying and comforting Tang San.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Surrounded suddenly, the fat man who hugged him cried and comforted him, and patted himself on the back heavily.

Tang San staggered a few steps, feeling like crying in his heart.

I obviously don't know you well...

Although Tang San really wanted to say this, he wasn't sad because he couldn't bear them.

Opening his mouth to argue, he sighed helplessly when he saw a group of little ghosts.

This kind of inexplicable situation has happened frequently since Yulin came to his house.

But it has to be said that most of the sadness in Tang San's heart was washed away by such a fuss.

Looking at the white-haired boy with a smirk on his face outside the crowd, Tang San smiled helplessly, thinking of his father's letter saying to take good care of himself and his friends...

It feels like she has been taken care of by Linzhi all the time.

……

"Little San, Lin Zhi, the carriage is ready, come out!" The old shouts from Jack's village sounded outside, and a large group of teenagers and girls rushed out like the ebb tide pushing the two of them.

"God Haotian, you will definitely become a great soul master!"

"There is also General Zhengxi, you must come back often!"

Yu Linzhi stood on the carriage with his hips akimbo, looking helplessly at a large group of teenagers who were still following after they were sent to the entrance of the village, and said:
"I'm not allowed to go to the back mountain by myself, you know, especially Fatty Wang, who was caught by Xiong Xiazi and torn up by you."

"Come on, don't cry, you can't lose someone to death, don't say you know me when you go out like this, I can't afford to lose this person."

"If you have time, help me clean my house, do you know, but when I come back with Xiaosan and have no place to live, I will live in your house and let you live in my kennel."

The carriage traveled all the way, and a large group of teenagers also sent it all the way, and the two parties separated on the official road more than ten miles away.

A few boys and girls were shouting farewell words, and a boy in white on the carriage in the distance waved goodbye to them.

A gust of wind blew away the man's long silver hair.

This strange young man who appeared suddenly stayed in Holy Soul Village not long ago, but in the ordinary years of this group of country boys, he burned a small but not small mark.

"These little guys really like Linzhi."

The old village chief Jack sighed with emotion.

A gust of wind tousled his few remaining gray hairs, and he seemed to be deeply touched by this kind of parting between teenagers.

He is in his seventies and eighties, and the remaining days can be counted like the hairs on his head.

No one is forever young, but someone is always young.

Tang San nodded and admitted: "Because Linzhi is really good to them."

Yu Linzhi is really a very strange person. There was a saying in Tang San's previous life:

The chick knows the ambition of the swan.

It stands to reason that a chick and a swan cannot go together, just like they cannot talk to Xia Chong about ice.

Yu Linzhi is obviously not a sparrow, he is the most talented boy Tang San has ever seen, he is a veritable young man like a dragon, he is a swan, but he can play with the sparrow.

Tang San knew that this was a quality he didn't have.

He looked at the young man who was still waving goodbye to his country friend behind him. The light shone on this man, and the fluttering silver-white long hair made him dreamy.

He sighed, what kind of person should Linzhi be...

Then Tang San also stood up, and waved behind Yu Linzhi together.

Say goodbye to the place where he lived for six years, and to a group of teenagers shouting goodbye behind him.

　Collection, investment, recommendation ticket, the contract has just been printed and will be mailed out tomorrow
　　


(End of this chapter)