The Legend of the Dragon King

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The word "natural divine power" works on people of different ages, and the measurements are naturally different.

A six-year-old who can twist such a pair of hammers to finish a thousand punches is definitely worthy of the word.

However, Tian Tian did not stop, but watched Tang Mailin continue the beating silently beside him.

His moves were direct and powerful, but he did not have any skills to unload or chemistry, and his arms were undoubtedly shouldered by the anti-seismic force of the beating.

Fifty, eighty, a hundred times.

The sweat gushes again, the soreness is even stronger than before, the arms are hot and spicy, and even the scalp starts to swell a little because of excessive force. But Tang Mailin still bit the teeth off and continued to hammer down.

One hundred and fifty hammers, his body began to shake, his arms were swollen as if they were not his own, and his eyes were a little blurred, but he still bit his teeth.

I can insist, I can pass the test. I'm a man, insistence is victory.

When Tian Tian shouted and stopped, Tang Danlin himself did not know how many hammers he had wielded. If he hadn't held on to him as soon as Tian Tian held him, he would have fallen directly to the ground.

After taking over the hammer in his hand, it was clear that Tang Mailin's palms had worn off the skin due to the anti-seismic force of the hammer handle, and his arms were swollen for a turn.

The forger, who looked fierce, finally moved, not only because of Tang Danglin's natural powers, but also because of his insistence.

Strength can also be exercised the day after tomorrow, but perseverance in such a six-year-old child can be too expensive.

“You taught a good boy, and I took him. This is the time to come every day. Go back and paint his arm.” When Lang Xuan came to pick up Tang Mailin, he saw his eyes softening a lot, and a bottle of ointment he handed over.

For the next hour, Tang Mailin had been resting, his spirit had recovered by now, but his arms were sore and unable to lift.

His mind was also echoing the forged narrative.

“What is a forge? Forging and casting are very different. Casting requires only one mold, mechanically pressing the metal out of the desired shape according to the grinder, which is casting. Forging, on the other hand, requires the forger to knock it off himself. Forging can, of course, be done by machines, but metal is also alive, and machine forging never really grasps the metal's texture. So the finest mechanical parts are all hand-forged by a forger. A good forger is a true craftsman with a status no less than a soul master. ”

Sorcerers, mechanics, these are boys' dreams.

“Ouch.” Tang Mai Lin cried out in pain, as he grabbed his hand.

Lang Ying found the wound on his son's palm.

“Oh my God! What did he do to you?” Tears poured out of her eyes almost immediately, and she had no idea that her son had suffered such a terrible sin after only two hours of work.

Tang Mailin shook his head. "Nothing! Uncle Tian said he tested me, and I passed, Mom, and I wasn't great. Don't cry! It doesn't hurt. ”

“Let's go home.” Lamb rubbed the tears in his eyes, and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

“Mom, I'm really okay. I'm happy. I passed Uncle Tian's test. Aren't you happy for me? It's like Dad said it was a sense of accomplishment. ”

“Happy, Mommy happy.” Rumbling touched his son's head, tears shined in his eyes again.

Upon returning home, Don Dailin saw Na sitting at the table and immediately jumped and ran away. Langham went into the kitchen to cook dinner.

“Nar, you know what? I passed Uncle Tian's test today, and I can begin to learn forging with him. When my brother makes money from forging, he can save money to buy souls, and also buy you good food...” The child's heart, he has completely forgotten the pain in his arm, tell Nar about this particularly accomplished thing.

Nat listened very carefully, but his eyes flashed once in a while.

“Nat, don't you really remember where your home is?” Tang Danglin asked consciously after speaking about the test.

Nat shook his head, “I really don't remember, I just remember my name is Nat, everything else is blurred. Brother Lin, am I stupid? ”

Tang Mailin hurried: "No, of course not. It doesn't matter if you don't remember. This is your home. My parents are yours, and you are my sister. ”

Nat looked at him and her face gradually showed a sweet smile, which was the first time she had laughed since she came here.

“Wow, Nat, you smile so good. I'll tell you quietly. Oh, my brother will work hard to become a spiritualist. I'll protect you later, okay? ”

“Okay.”

By the time Donzillan got back, dinner was ready.

“Zinn, you come with me, the children will eat first.” Langhuan glanced calmly at Tang Zui and walked to their room.

Tang Zizhuan, looking at his son, put out an interrogating look, Tang Danglin shrugged his shoulder, indicating that he did not know what was going on with his mother.

Tang Zilan rushed into the house with Langlang, and Langlang closed the door.

“Nat, let's eat first. You're hungry.” In view of the amount of meals these two snacks are serving, a lot of extra meals have been made today.

Nar obviously had no resistance to eating. He nodded immediately when he heard the rumor and cheered up.

She just ate it for a while, but found that Tang Danglin sitting next to her didn't start like yesterday. When she looked up at him, she found his brow and bitter face twisting his body, his face painful.

“Brother, what's wrong?” Nat crisp asked.

“After I tested, my arms hurt so much that I couldn't lift them.” Tang Dynasty Lin has been particularly hungry lately, not to mention his high intensity of labor after school. This is when the desire for food is conceivable.

Nat blinked and said, “I'll feed you. ”

“Yes! Hello!” Dandelion Da Xi.

Nar's movements were a little green, and even a little clumsy, with a spoon of rice, a spoon of vegetables, alternately fed into the mouth of Tang Dynasty Lin.

Two children, one six years old, one five and a half years old, young with a hint of warmth, this small home, even the lights seemed to soften.

“Nat, you're so sweet. ”