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Chapter 395 'Genius' Tang San

While Lin Yi was eating abalone, lobster and other delicious seafood accompanied by Purple Pearl, the annual martial arts awakening ceremony was about to take place in "Notting City".

Except for the small wealthy families with good conditions, they are willing to pay a gold soul coin as a reward to ask the deacon of [Martial Soul Hall] to awaken the martial soul for their children on their birthdays.

Other families allow their children to participate in free martial arts awakening ceremonies during the annual large-scale martial arts awakening ceremony.

Of course, in this way, even if the sub-halls and branch halls of [Martial Soul Hall] will collect the approximate birth dates of children of school age in the current city and surrounding villages and towns, and use the months of most children's birthdays to conduct centralized awakenings, there will still be children, or Awakening a few months after your birthday, or some time before your sixth birthday.

When the deacons of the [Martial Soul Hall] came to a certain village to preside over the martial soul awakening ceremony, they would not be surprised if children approaching seven years old and five-and-a-half-year-old children came to awaken their martial spirits at the same time.

……

On the west side of Holy Soul Village, on the large roof in the middle of the three adobe houses, there is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter with a simple hammer painted on it.

At this time, the faint aroma of rice came from the blacksmith's house in the village, mixed with the smell of coal soot around the house, which seemed slightly strange.

Not long after, the smell of rice dissipated, and crisp knocking sounds began to sound in the simple blacksmith shop.

"Clang! Clang! Clang——!"

One after another, there is no rhythm, but it is relatively coherent. Both the interval and the strength revealed by the sound are maintained at a relatively average level.

Time flowed slowly, and when the sun tilted, a rhythmic but rapid tapping sound suddenly sounded. It lasted for about four or five minutes and then stopped abruptly.

"laugh--!"

A tall and burly man with a sallow complexion and slovenly clothes held an iron pliers in his hand and put a red sickle into the sink nearby. The high temperature and red black iron sickle suddenly hit the cold water and immediately created a large amount of white mist. Come.

"Dang!"

"Put the things here. When Tom comes to pick them up, I will charge him eighteen copper soul coins—"

He casually threw the quenched sickle onto the table aside. The middle-aged man said a word and walked sleepily into a nearby room.

"Got it, Dad."

In the nearby adobe room, a slender, black-haired boy leaned out and answered loudly.

After saying that, he returned to the room and came to a slightly short stove. He picked up a hammer and smashed it hard against an iron lump with a faint black light.

In the next room, a middle-aged man lying on a bed made of bricks turned over. Hearing the crisp sound in his ears, he opened his eyes, showing an expression that was completely different from the previous decadence and sluggishness, and murmured:
"Is he as talented as Mr. Lin?"

"The difference is that Mr. Lin learned from Mao, but Xiaosan secretly learned from those little guys called [Tangmen]..."

"Let's take a look first. If you really have perseverance and perseverance, the inheritance of my [Haotian Sect] cannot be compared to that [Tang Sect] that popped out of nowhere..."

……

His eyes came to the little boy.

At this moment, the boy with a determined look had just swung about a hundred hammers, and finally couldn't hold on any longer. He put down the hammer in his hand, sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and began to vomit.

Beside me, the sunlight coming in from the open window slowly moved over time.

"call--!"

Taking a long breath, the boy opened his eyes. A wisp of purple light flashed through his eyes and disappeared in an instant.Sensing the inner strength in his body that had not progressed even an inch, but was more agile and tougher, a smile appeared on the boy's face:
"Although the total amount of internal energy has not changed compared to more than three months ago, and it is still unable to break through the second level, after these ten days of swinging the hammer, both the body and the internal energy have been tempered to a certain extent. Not bad --continue!"

After saying that, the boy stood up neatly, picked up the iron tongs, took out the iron lump from the stove, put it on the anvil aside, put down the iron tongs, picked up the hammer, and started a new round of beating.

While beating, the boy thought in his mind: 'Through the past two years of observation, the power of this world is dominated by martial arts. My internal strength cannot break through the second level, probably because my martial soul has not awakened... '

'This year, I will be six years old. According to the words of the village chief, I can participate in the martial arts awakening ceremony at the age of six...'

'I just don't know when this year will start and what kind of martial spirit will I awaken? '

"Tang Hao, are you busy?"

While the boy was daydreaming and working hard towards the ten thousand forgings he had set with his father ten days ago, he heard an old voice coming from outside the house.

"Grandpa Jack?" Upon hearing this, the boy put down the hammer in his hand, walked out of his room, and greeted the old man who came to the door of his house.

I saw that the old man in front of me looked like he was in his 60s. He was slender but energetic. His clothes were clean and tidy, and his hair was meticulously combed. He was two extremes from his father, who was sleeping soundly in the back room. .

The person who came was none other than the village chief of the Holy Soul Village, Old Jack.

"Xiao San, where is your father? I heard the sound of him striking iron just now..." Old Jack waved to the boy, Tang San, and said with a smile.

"Hello, Grandpa Jack." Tang San walked up to Old Jack, saluted him respectfully, and said softly: "Dad has made the scythe commissioned by Uncle Tom, and he is resting now."

"Hey!" When Old Jack heard this, he immediately blew his beard and said with some dissatisfaction: "It's such a clear day, why are you taking a rest? Who in the village is not working, but he, Tang Hao, wants to take a rest?"

"I don't know how to build more farm tools. Next time I go to the city, I can sell them for him and make some money. I can subsidize your family's income and see if you lose weight..."

"Forget it, forget it..." After Old Jack finished speaking, he looked at Tang San, who looked sensible and well-behaved, and shook his head helplessly: "For a child to have such a father, it's also... Hi! Stop talking! "

"Xiao San, grandpa came today to tell you that this year's spirit awakening ceremony has begun..." Old Jack explained his purpose to Tang San.

"Really?!" A hint of joy appeared on Tang San's face.

"Of course~" Old Jack said with a smile: "In three days, it will be our turn in Holy Soul Village. At that time, the deacon of [Martial Soul Hall] will come to our village in person to host martial arts for you little guys. Soul Awakening Ceremony!”

When Tang San heard this, he suppressed his inner expectation and said with a smile, "That's great!"

"Haha~" Old Jack looked at the excited Tang San and felt that the other person finally showed his appearance like other children of the same age. He was greatly relieved and raised his hand to rub the other person's little head: "Let your father do it these days. You cook something delicious and refresh yourself. Grandpa will come to pick you up in three days..."

(End of this chapter)