Chapter 30: Sublimation of Perception
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Waves of strong weakness made Tang Wulin sit down on the ground. Mangtian skillfully took out a piece of tape-like thing from his arms and put it on his wrist, sealing the previous wound.
The Grand Master Blacksmith's expression was also a little strange at this time, with the corners of his mouth slightly twitching.
A genius is still a genius after all. It doesn't change because he doesn't have a hammer as a martial spirit. This understanding is enough to make up for everything.
Thousand Forgings, an insurmountable gap in the eyes of many blacksmiths, was completed by a child who was only nine years old. How incredible this is!
Tang Ziran had already rushed over and supported his son.
Mangtian was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Genius, this is a work of genius. Wulin, you have to remember everything you feel today. For you, this is just the beginning. .The beginning of shocking the forging world.”
Unfortunately, Tang Wulin didn't hear the teacher's words clearly. After five hours of forging, he was completely exhausted and fell asleep in his father's arms.
When he woke up again, he was already in his bed.
It is already dawn outside, and the sun shines through the window into the room, falling on the bed where Naer once slept.
Although Na'er left, Tang Wulin did not let his parents dismantle the bed. In his subconscious, he always believed that Na'er would come back one day.
Although there was no pain in my arm, my whole body was still a little weak and my body was warm. I felt an indescribable feeling of comfort just lying on the bed lazily.
A faint smile appeared on his face, Thousand Exercises should be completed.
It turns out that Qiandian feels like that.
Although he passed through the coma, he still clearly remembered that when he reached the final stage of forging, every hammer hit seemed to resonate with the heavy silver. A very strange feeling, Chen Yin seemed to be alive. He breathed, and Chen Yin also breathed. Every time he hammered it, it was like massaging it, and it would feel comfortable. When this comfort reaches the extreme, Chen Yin sublimates, and quantitative changes accumulate into qualitative changes.
Although he didn’t know what happened next, he was still sure that he succeeded.
I am not a waste, at least when it comes to forging, and my Bluesilver Grass is not an ordinary Bluesilver Grass.
Na'er, it would be great if you were still here. You would definitely be happy with your brother, right? Brother will become stronger and stronger, and he will definitely protect you and never let anyone hurt you.
Naer, come back quickly, or tell me where you are! Why did you leave without saying anything clearly? I miss you so much.
Na'er's sweet smile appeared in his mind, and her voice, as beautiful as a lark, always made him so satisfied when she called out the word "brother."
I will definitely find you in the future, I will.
Gradually, the warmth from his body made him fall asleep again and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, he was completely hungry. The sky outside had become dark again. Obviously, he had slept for nearly a day and a night from last night to now.
"Dad, Mom!" Tang Wulin turned over and sat up. The feeling of fatigue had completely disappeared, but his stomach was empty. The feeling of his hungry heart pressing against his back made him feel like he could eat a cow.
"Son, you're awake!" The door opened and Lang Yue rushed in immediately.
Tang Wulin said with some pride: "Mom, I can reach Thousand Levels."
Langyue's eyes were red. To her, those things were not important. What was important was that her son was fine.
"Good son, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Lang Yue asked softly.
Tang Wulin shook his head, "No! I'm just hungry. Mom, I'm so hungry. Is there anything to eat?" "Yes, yes, mom bought you a fat chicken and made chicken soup. I'm just waiting for you to get up and drink it." Your teacher said you are a little exhausted and should eat something easy to digest after waking up."
A quarter of an hour later.
Lang Yue and Tang Ziran stared at their son who was still feasting. What is easy for a son to digest? It seems that as long as it is edible, it is easy to digest.
A whole fat chicken, a pot full of chicken soup, five steamed buns, and two plates of vegetables have all gone into the belly of this nine-year-old little guy. And he still looked like he was still eating his sixth steamed bun.
"Let's go cook some more dishes for my son." Tang Ziran swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and seeing his son eating so deliciously, even he felt like he was moving his index finger.
Langyue stood up quickly.
Tang Wulin was really good at eating, especially after a lot of physical exertion. He ate for nearly an hour before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Son, you won't burst, will you?" If Tang Ziran hadn't stopped him, Lang Yue would have not wanted Tang Wulin to continue eating. His appetite has clearly exceeded that of a normal person.
Tang Wulin said with a satisfied face: "Mom's cooking is the most delicious. It tastes so good."
Tang Ziran took his son's arm and looked at it, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and sure enough, , the wrist that Mangtian cut yesterday has completely healed, leaving only a slight red mark.
It was only now that Tang Wulin remembered to ask, "Dad, was my Thousand Refinements successful yesterday?"
Tang Ziran smiled and nodded, "Yes! It was successful, very successful. Your teacher was full of praise for you and said that when you wake up, he will ask you to go find him as soon as possible."
Tang Wulin stood up from his chair Jumped down and said: "Then I'll go now."
Lang Yue frowned and said: "It's so late, let's go tomorrow."
Tang Ziran stood up and said, "He just woke up. He won't sleep again for a while. It's not too late yet. Let me take him there. Come back as soon as you go."
Lang Yue She rolled her eyes at him and said with a threatening look in her eyes: "If my son has any problems again, and I only ask you, you can sleep in the living room with me."
Tang Ziran touched his nose in embarrassment, " It’s like he’s not my son.”
The father and son went out and went straight to Mangtian's studio.
"Teacher, here I come!" Tang Wulin shouted as soon as he entered the door. He was looking forward to seeing what his first thousand-forged work looked like. The sense of accomplishment brought by completing Thousand Refinements made him feel a little depressed during this period.
Mangtian, who was wearing shabby work clothes, walked out. His usually cold face actually smiled subconsciously when he saw Tang Wulin, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction and even pampering. drown.
After nodding to Tang Ziran, he then said to Tang Wulin: "Follow me."
The piece of heavy silver is still in Tang Wulin's forging room. After Tang Wulin left with his father yesterday, Mang Tian did not take it away.
“Let’s take a look, your masterpiece.” Mang Tian pointed at Chen Yin and said to Tang Wulin.
(End of this chapter)