Sword Three + Douluo: Extraordinary Brilliance

Tang Yin and Tang San lived on the west side of the Holy Spirit Village. At the head of the village, the three adobe houses can be said to be the most rudimentary in the entire village. In the middle of the big roof, there is a wooden sign with a diameter of about one meter, on which is painted a simple hammer. The most widely representative meaning of hammer in this world refers to a blacksmith.

That's right, the brothers' father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith. The only blacksmith in the village.

in this world. Blacksmithing is arguably one of the lowest occupations. For some special reason, the top weapons in this world are not forged by blacksmiths.

However, as the only blacksmith in this village, Tang San's family shouldn't be so poor, but. That meager income is mostly...

Once you enter the house. Tang Yin and Tang San had already smelled the fragrant rice. It wasn't Tang Hao making breakfast for them, but Tang Yin making land for his younger brother and father.

from the age of four. When Tang Yindi was not tall enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already a must for him every day. Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stovetop.

It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do it, but because it wasn't. The two hardly had enough time to eat.

In fact, Tang San was embarrassed to take Tang Yin's job, but to be honest, it was obviously the same simple meal, but Tang Yin was much more delicious than Tang San's, so Tang San had to help Tang San later. Silver hit the ground running.

Came to the stove and stepped on the wooden bench skillfully. Lift the lid of the large iron pot. The aroma of rice came from the nostrils, and the porridge in the pot was already overcooked.

Before going up the mountain every day. Tang Yin will put the rice in the pot. Get the firewood ready. When he came back, the porridge was ready.

Picking up three bowls with more than ten cracks beside the stove, Tang Yin carefully filled three bowls of porridge. Putting it on the table behind him, the grains of rice in the porridge could almost be counted at a glance. For Tang Yin Tang San, who was in the middle of his body, this amount of nutrition was obviously not enough. This is why their bodies are so slender.

"Dad. It's time to eat." Tang San called.

After a while, the door curtain was lifted. A tall figure walked out with some staggering steps.

It was a middle-aged man. It looked like he was about fifty years old. But his figure is very tall and burly, but his dress is not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, without even a patch on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath. The originally upright facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with a sleepy appearance, and the hair was messy like a bird's nest. The beard on his face has not been trimmed for an unknown number of days, and his eyes are dull and dim. Although it has been a night, the smell of alcohol on his body still makes them both frown.

This is Tang Hao, Tang Yin and Tang San's father in this world.

No matter the past or present, Tang Yin and Tang San didn't know what a father's love was. Both of them were orphans in the previous life, but in this life, Tang Hao has never cared about them. When they first started, they would cook some food for them. But over time. When Tang Yin started to cook actively, Tang Hao didn't care about anything. His family was so poor that he didn't even have a decent table and chairs. Eating is also a problem, and the main reason is that Tang Hao exchanged his meager income as a blacksmith for wine.

For a child as old as Tang Yin and Tang San, his father is usually around thirty years old. Married early even before the age of thirty. But Tang Hao looked much older than them. Instead, he was like the grandfather of the two brothers.

Tang Yin and Tang San never resented Tang Hao's attitude. In the previous life, they were all orphans. In this life, even though Tang Hao treated them badly. But at least there is a father. For Tang Yin and Tang San. This has made them very satisfied. At least, there was someone here who asked him to call him Daddy.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of being hot, and poured the porridge into his belly with big mouthfuls. The dark yellow complexion looked a little more lustrous.

"Dad, drink slowly. Also." Tang Yin took the bowl from his father's hand. Give him another bowl of porridge. He also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

When he was in Tangmen, Tang San had never left there, and had little contact with the outside world. Originally like a blank sheet of paper, it came to this world. Be a kid again. There is nothing unacceptable.

Although Tang Yin didn't accept it very much, the disciples in the inner sect of the Tang family were all killers. Pretending was their instinct, but it didn't make Tang Hao, a father who never cared about his children, see anything.

But speaking of it, it is really unaccustomed to not have Tangjiapu people's masks. I knew that Tangjiabao disciples would start wearing masks from a very young age. After wearing masks, only their closest companions would be lucky enough to see them. their true colors. And now... Tang Yin said that he really just wasn't used to it, it wasn't because Tang San could see his true face almost all the time!

Soon, seventy or eighty percent of a pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach, let out a long breath, and put the bowl on the table. The drooping eyelids opened a little, looking at Tang Yin and Tang San.

"If you have work, take it first. I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go get some sleep."

Tang Hao's work and rest habits are very regular, and he sleeps in the morning. Build some farm tools in the afternoon. As income, drink at night.

"Okay, Dad." The two said in unison.

Tang Hao stood up. After drinking a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped shaking. Go inside.

"Dad." Tang San suddenly called out.

Tang Hao stood still. Turned to look at him. There was obviously a little more impatience between the eyebrows.

Tang San pointed to a piece of iron in the corner with a faint layer of bird light: "Can this piece of iron be used for me?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer disciple of the Tang Sect. He was extremely familiar with the manufacture of various hidden weapons, of course. At that time, all kinds of materials were provided by Tangmen. After arriving in this world, although he also practiced for a few years. But the strength is still far from enough, and at the same time, he never thought of letting go of the hidden weapon manufacturing that he is best at. He has now begun to try to forge some hidden weapons. But materials have become a big problem.

The metals used by Tang Hao to build farm tools were all sent by the villagers. It is full of impurities and iron. It was difficult to make a sophisticated hidden weapon, and the piece of pig iron Tang San was referring to was delivered just yesterday. To Tang San's surprise. This iron ore actually contains a certain subway mother. Perfect for crafting hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's eyes shifted to pig iron. "Hey, there's an iron spirit in here?" He walked over and lowered his head to look, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"

The author has something to say:

Collect it~~~ It's rare that I write a fanfic once - well, it's actually because I used a notebook pen to write it. It's quite painful without the original text, and it's impossible for me to copy a long novel with the original text... Actually It's just that I'm lazy... But now I use my mobile phone to update, and the editing function in the mobile phone is cool O(∩_∩)O, so I should insist on writing it...

Definately ask for collection!