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Chapter 10 Tang 3, is very lacking in love.
Chapter 10 Tang San, who is very lacking in love
As the first rays of dawn gently pierce the veil of night, the sky presents a hazy, indistinct scene—that is the moment when daybreak begins. The edge of the sky, as if softly painted with a layer of pale gray, gradually spreads across the entire firmament. The stars fade, the crescent moon remains, but it appears somewhat dim in this faint light.
On a small hill, only a hundred meters high and adjacent to Shenghun Village, a figure as thin as a greyhound sat quietly.
At the age of five or six, his skin was slightly dark, but he was healthy.
He had short black hair and wore a simple outfit with several patches on it.
This person was Tang San, who, after being caught stealing, was chased like a dog and had nowhere to escape, jumped off a cliff to commit suicide.
A pale, fish-belly white dawn gradually rose on the eastern horizon.
Tang San quickly roused himself, his breathing even, his gaze fixed intently on the pale white of the fish's belly.
Suddenly, Tang San's eyes widened. Within the gradually brightening fish-belly white, a faint purple aura flashed almost imperceptibly. If he hadn't been focused enough and possessed astonishing eyesight, he would never have been able to detect that purple aura.
Tang San subconsciously held his breath, staring intently at the faint purple aura. The purple aura lasted only a short time; once the first light of dawn in the east was covered by the rising sun, the purple aura disappeared completely.
Tang San then closed his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a faint purple glint in them, but this phenomenon did not last long before it quietly disappeared.
Tang San sighed, shook his head, and looked helpless. He muttered to himself, "It's still no use. To this day, I still can't break through the first level of the Mysterious Heaven Technique."
"Since the bottleneck of the Xuan Tian Gong cannot be broken through, my Xuan Yu Shou can only stagnate as well, unable to improve further."
Even the Purple Demon Eye, which can only be cultivated in the morning with the help of the rising purple qi, has been making progress, so why is the Profound Heaven Technique stuck? What exactly is wrong?
When I was cultivating, I didn't encounter this problem when I went from the first level to the second level. The Mysterious Heaven Skill has nine levels in total, so why is the first level so troublesome?
Does this mean that the Mysterious Heaven Skill cannot be cultivated in this world?
……
"It's time to go back."
Tang San sat on the mountaintop for a long time until it got dark before he got up and ran down the mountain.
If someone saw him at that moment, they would be absolutely stunned.
Amidst the uneven mountain terrain, Tang San moved with the agility of a wild boar.
His steps were light and steady, as if the rugged mountain path beneath his feet was not an obstacle for him, but a fun challenge.
They easily avoided roadblocks and moved quickly.
Located on the west side of Holy Soul Village, there are three very simple mud houses, which are Tang San's doghouse.
As everyone knows, Tang San's mother died early, and he lacked love from a young age.
Therefore, he and his father Tang Hao depended on each other for survival from childhood to adulthood. Although Tang Hao did not raise him as a human being, Tang San never abandoned him and was always filial to him.
As soon as you enter the house, you are greeted by the aroma of food.
Before leaving, Tang San made breakfast.
Every morning before leaving home, he would put the rice in the pot and prepare the firewood.
That way, the rice porridge will be ready when he comes back.
From the age of four, the task of cooking fell to Tang San.
Tang San did this voluntarily because if Tang Hao cooked, he would often go hungry and there wouldn't be enough food. In order to avoid going hungry for three days and nine meals a day, Tang San took the initiative to pick up the spatula.
Once you take it, there's no going back.
Tang San arrived at the stove, but he was too short, so he had to stand on a stool.
A small hand reached for the pot lid, gently lifted it, and a cloud of steam carrying a rich aroma of rice instantly rose up.
Through the hazy steam, I could see what was inside the pot.
The rice porridge in the pot had been cooked until it was very soft and mushy. The rice grains were rolling around in the thick broth, each grain having absorbed enough water to become plump and soft.
Tang San picked up two broken bowls with chipped edges, ladled out two bowls of porridge, and placed them on the broken table next to him.
The amount of rice in the porridge was pitifully small, which was clearly insufficient for Tang San, who was still growing. This is why he was so thin.
"Daddy, dinner's ready," Tang San called out from the inner room.
After a long while, the curtain was lifted, and Tang Hao, a tall and burly man as strong as a bear, staggered out. He reeked of alcohol.
He yawned, looking sleepy, like a bear about to hibernate.
Tang Hao never cared about Tang San. When Tang San was little, Tang Hao would make him soup and feed him like a pig.
But once he found out that Tang San could cook, he completely stopped caring about anything else.
Tang Hao is the only blacksmith in Shenghun Village. He usually makes farm tools for the villagers. Logically speaking, this should be considered a skill, so his life shouldn't be too poor.
But the truth is, the whole family was dirt poor because Tang Hao loved wine so much that he spent all the meager earnings from blacksmithing on it.
Even so, Tang San never resented Tang Hao. In his previous life, he was an orphan. Although he was adopted by the Tang Clan and had no worries about food and clothing, the Tang Clan never gave him a sense of home.
This life is different. Although Tang Hao wasn't exactly kind to him, he was at least family. At least, there was someone here whom he could call "Dad."
For him, fatherly love was close at hand, yet unattainable.
Even so, he was already very satisfied.
At least, there's someone here he can call "Dad."
The father and son began to eat the rice, but the amount of porridge they cooked was already limited, and most of it ended up in Tang Hao's stomach, so Tang San could only eat until he was half full.
"Take this job if you get any, I'll do it this afternoon. That's all, I'm going to take a nap now."
After saying that, Tang Hao got up and went into the inner room. Of course, Tang San would do the washing and cleaning. This was Tang Hao's fatherly love for Tang San!
The so-called "work" refers to the farm tools that some villagers asked Tang Hao to make, which is the only income for the father and son.
"Dad," Tang San suddenly called out.
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao stopped and turned around, but his expression clearly showed a hint of impatience. "What is it?"
"Dad, can I use this piece of iron?" Tang San asked, pointing to a piece of pig iron in the corner.
In his previous life, he was an outer disciple of the Tang Clan, and he was familiar with the manufacture of various hidden weapons. Later, he even secretly learned "One Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons" and created the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus.
Demanding pig iron, naturally, meant forging concealed weapons. With concealed weapons, one could kill and commit arson, sending those who "chosen their own way" to hell.
Following the direction Tang San pointed, Tang Hao saw the piece of pig iron, a good piece of iron containing iron essence.
"Do you want to be a blacksmith when you grow up?"
Tang San nodded. "Dad, you can call me blacksmith. Once I become a blacksmith, you won't have to work so hard."
In his previous life, Tang San used readily available refined iron to make hidden weapons. He really knew very little about how to forge them or how to remove impurities from pig iron. It can only be said that everyone has their own expertise.
Tang Hao was slightly lost in thought, and muttered to himself, "A blacksmith, not bad."
"Xiao San, what kind of blacksmith do you think is the best blacksmith?"
(End of this chapter)