Douluo's I took Tang San

There were coffins everywhere, and Tang San couldn't sit down. He stood there, smiling at Old Mo.

Old Mo took another sip of the wine, then put down the wine jar with a serious expression, and asked, "Boy, what's your name?"

Tang San quickly replied, "Senior Mo, my name is Tang San."

"Tang San?"

Old Mo nodded slightly, and then asked, "Do you really want to be a carpenter?"

Tang San said earnestly, "Yes."

Old Mo said: "Well, if you pass my three tests, then I will officially accept you as a disciple."

"What test?"

"You follow me!"

After all, Old Mo pushed the door and walked towards the backyard.

The backyard of the carpenter's shop is very large, and the yard is filled with large and small wood.

With so much wood, how many trees did this old man cut down?

Tang San couldn't help but show a strong bald head in his mind.

Some pieces of wood are two meters in diameter, and I don't know how this old man got here.

I saw Old Mo pointing to a pile of wood and said: "The first test, within an hour, the firewood was chopped."

If the pile of firewood is an ordinary person, let alone an hour, it may not be able to do it in a day.

However, Tang San didn't say anything, but nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

Tang San, with a calm expression on his face, stunned Old Mo. Originally, he just wanted to find a way to let Tang San retreat. From the very beginning, he had no intention of accepting Tang San as a disciple. He just drank other people’s wine. , It’s not easy to say it directly, so this method is adopted.

Tang San looked around and found a huge axe, similar to the smelting hammer used by Tang Hao.

A big axe that needs two adults to lift, but was raised flatly in front of Tang San with one hand, as if he got a big axe not made of fine iron, but plastic.

Click!

Wow!

There was a crisp sound, and the axe in Tang San's hand was chopped off, and a piece of wood split instantly from the middle, turning into two halves.

Old Mo was stunned for an instant!

However, Tang San didn't stop the movement in his hand, and in one breath he chopped the pile of firewood Mo Lao said into small pieces.

Is it natural?

Old Mo took a deep breath, because he hadn't seen Tang San using his spirit power from beginning to end.

Tang San put down his axe, took a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then said to Old Mo, "Senior Mo, Chai, it's done."

Old Mo nodded slightly, staring at Tang San with a pair of eyes, and asked, "Boy, what is your martial spirit?"

"My martial soul?"

Tang San smiled bitterly and said, "My martial soul is nothing but a piece of spicy chicken blue silver grass."

"Blue Silver Grass?"

Old Mo obviously didn't quite believe it, and Tang San had no choice but to summon his Blue Silver Bodhi grass spirit.

However, it was only a moment after he was summoned, and Tang San immediately took it back so as not to show his feet.

"Sure enough, it's just Blue Silver Grass!"

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Old Mo sighed again and again, with a disappointed look on his face.

The Hao Ying Sword is the enhanced mutant spirit of the Clear Sky Hammer, which is much more powerful than the ordinary axe spirit, but this spirit is his secret, and he will naturally not let Old Mo know it.

You can also practice craftsmanship without an axe spirit, but it is better to have an axe spirit as an auxiliary than without an axe spirit.

"Although Wuhun is not an axe, but his strength is good, okay! I will accept you as an apprentice."

"Thank you Senior Mo!"

Tang San said excitedly.

Old Mo smiled slightly and said, "Smelly boy, don't you change your name as Master?"

"master!"

Tang San hurriedly knelt down and knocked his head at Lao Mo three times.

One month later...

It might be because Tang San had the foundation of casting and he understood the hidden weapons, so he learned very quickly. It only took a month before he had mastered the basic craftsmanship of Old Mo.

"The master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual. The old man has nothing to teach you anymore. Go!"

"master!"

After this month, Old Mo gave a lesson, which moved Tang San very much.

Old Mo opened a tarp, and a huge wooden bird appeared in front of Tang San.

"this is?"

This was the first time Tang San saw this thing.

Old Mo said: "This wooden bird is the life's hard work of the old man, now I will give it to you as a farewell gift from your teacher!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Whatever the master gives, no matter how good or bad, you have to accept it happily, so that you are sensible.

Old Mo continued: "This wooden bird is driven by a soul stone. A soul stone can fly 500 kilometers."

Can this thing fly?

500 kilometers consumes a soul stone?

Consumes so much energy?

Suddenly, many question marks appeared in Tang San's mind.

If you fly it from Nanmu Village to Shenghun Village, there is no problem at all.

If there is no energy to fly to a certain place, order a soul stone in the system store, and wait for the soul stone to arrive, then you can continue flying.

It's just that the price of the soul stone is a bit high, one ten thousand gold soul coin, if it is a last resort, he will definitely not be able to fly a wooden bird.

This wooden bird, if put in modern times, it would be a private jet.

The master gave the private jet to his apprentice. How could Tang San not understand this kind of love?

This is the culmination of exhausting Mo Lao's whole life!

"Master, I have two jars of wine left here, I will leave them all for you!"

I don't know when, Tang San actually had two altars of green bamboo leaves in his arms out of thin air.

This is all the wine in his family. This month, he took all these wines to Mr. Mo to drink. I don’t know if Tang Hao came back and found that his family’s wine was gone. Will he immediately go crazy and beat Tang San alive. dead?

After all, Tang San climbed onto the wooden bird.

The operation of the wooden bird is not difficult, and Tang San has a wealth of knowledge of modern people, so naturally he cannot be bothered.

wakaka!

The wooden bird's wings slowly unfolded, the wooden gears kept rotating, making a strange cooing sound, and the seemingly heavy wooden bird actually flew.

Tang San bowed his head and shouted at the old Mo below: "Master, goodbye!"

Old Mo waved his hand, then holding the two altars of bamboo leaf green, got into the carpenter's shop, creaked, and closed the door.

Tang San knew that Elder Mo couldn't bear the pain of parting.

In fact, thinking about it carefully, Mr. Mo is also very poor. It is said that when this old man was young, he married a beautiful wife. When he made a wooden bird for the first time, her wife was worried about him, so she decided to fly with him. , The test flight failed, and his wife died. From then on, he began to improve the wooden bird like crazy, and finally made it what it is now.

It is estimated that he saw Tang San driving the wooden bird just now. He recalled that scene, so he ran into the house and shed tears.

He thought that when he hid in the house, no one could see it. As everyone knows, Tang San, who has a purple magic pupil, could see clearly through the roof tiles.

"Master, I will come to see you again."

Tang San whispered, pulling the lifting rod violently, and the wooden bird roared, as if it would fall apart at any time!

(Boom, a loud noise, the wooden bird bursts into pieces, Tang Sanzuo, the book is over!)