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The strong sense of weakness made Tang Wulin sit on the ground. Jian Tian skillfully took out a piece of tape from his arms and stuck it on his wrist, sealing the previous wound.

The expression of this sectarian-level forging master was also a little weird at this time, and the corners of his mouth were slightly touching.

After all, a genius is still a genius. It is not changed because he does not have a hammer as his martial soul. This understanding is enough to make up for everything.

Qianbao, a chasm that is insurmountable in the eyes of many forging masters, was completed by a child who was only nine years old. How incredible it is!

Tang Ziran had already rushed over and supported his son.

Mine Tian was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "Genius, this is a work of genius. Wulin, you must remember everything you feel today. For you, this is just the beginning. The beginning of the shocking forging world."

Unfortunately, Tang Wulin did not hear the teacher clearly. After five hours of forging, he had completely overdrawn and fell asleep in his father's arms.

When he woke up again, he was already in his bed.

It was already dawn outside, and the sun shone through the window in the room, falling on the bed where Na'er once slept.

Although Na'er left, Tang Wulin did not ask her parents to tear off the bed. In his subconscious, he always believed that Na'er would come back one day.

Although the arms were not painful, the whole body was still a little weak and the body was warm. I just lying on the bed lazy, but I felt an indescribable feeling of comfort.

A faint smile appeared on his face. Qian Zhuan, it must have been completed.

It turns out that Qianzhuan feels like that.

Despite his coma, he still clearly remembered that when he reached the final stage of forging, every hammer hit seemed to resonate with the Shen Yin. It was a very strange feeling. Shen Yin seemed to come alive. He breathed and Shen Yin also breathed. Every hammer forging was like massage it, and it would bring a comfortable mood. When this comfort leveled to the extreme, Shen Yin sublimated, and quantitative change accumulated into qualitative change.

Although he didn't know what happened later, he was still sure that he had succeeded.

I'm not a waste, at least in terms of forging, and my blue silver grass is not an ordinary blue silver 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 will definitely protect you well and never let anyone hurt you.

Na'er, come back soon, or tell me where you are! Why did you leave after you didn't explain anything clearly? I miss you so much.

Na'er's sweet smile appeared in her mind. When her beautiful voice called out the words "Brother" as if she was so satisfied.

I will find you in the future, and I will.

Gradually, the warmth from his body made him fall asleep again and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he woke up completely hungry. The sky outside had darkened again. Obviously, he had been sleeping for nearly a day and a night from last night to now.

"Dad, Mom!" Tang Wulin turned over and sat up, his fatigue had completely disappeared, but his stomach was empty, and the feeling of hungry heart against his back made him feel that he could eat a cow.

"Son, you're awake!" The door opened and Lang Yue rushed in immediately.

Tang Wulin said proudly: "Mom, I can do it for a thousand times."

Langyue's eyes were red. For her, those were not important. What was important was that everything was safe for her son.

"Good son, do you feel uncomfortable?" Lang Yue asked softly.

Tang Wulin shook his head, "No! It's just hungry, mom, I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes, mom bought you fat chicken and stewed chicken soup. I'm waiting for you to get up and drink it. Your teacher said you're a little exhausted and you have to eat something that's easy to digest when you wake up."

A quarter of an hour later.

Lang Yue and Tang Ziran looked at their son who were still feasting. For their son, what is easy to digest? It seems that as long as it can be eaten, it is easy to digest.

A whole fat chicken, a full pot of chicken soup, five steamed buns, and two plates of vegetables, had all been put into the belly of the nine-year-old guy. And he looked like he was still not satisfied and was still eating the sixth steamed bun.

"Go and cook a few more dishes for your son." Tang Ziran swallowed his saliva. Seeing how delicious his son was eating, even he felt a little moved his index finger.

Langyue hurriedly stood up.

Tang Wulin is indeed very capable, especially after consuming a lot of physical strength, he ate for nearly an hour before he was satisfied and breathing.

"Son, you won't be able to get over it, right?" If Tang Ziran hadn't stopped him, Lang Yue would have long wanted Tang Wulin to continue eating. His appetite was clearly beyond the scope of normal people.

Tang Wulin said with satisfaction: "It's the best food my mother cooks. It's so delicious."

Tang Ziran pulled up his son's arm and looked at it. A strange look flashed in his eyes. Sure enough, his wrist, which was cut by the sky yesterday, had completely healed, leaving only a little light red mark.

Tang Wulin remembered to ask, "Dad, did my Qianfa succeed yesterday?"

Tang Ziran smiled and nodded, "Yes! It's successful, very successful. Your teacher praised you endlessly, saying that when you wake up, you will ask you to go over and find him as soon as possible."

Tang Wulin jumped off the chair 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 and wouldn't sleep again for a while. It's not too late. I'll take him over. Then go back."

Lang Yue gave him a blank look and said threateningly: "If my son has any more problems, I will only ask you, so you can sleep in the living room."

Tang Ziran touched her nose awkwardly, "It's like she's not my son."

The father and son went out and headed straight to the Zhangtian Studio.

"Teacher, I'm here!" Tang Wulin shouted as soon as he entered the door. He was looking forward to seeing what his first Qianbang work looked like. The sense of accomplishment brought by completing Qianbang made him feel a little depressed during this period.

Zhang Tian, ​​wearing shabby work clothes, walked out from inside. His face, which was usually cold and hard, subconsciously smiled when he saw Tang Wulin, and his eyes were full of satisfaction and even pampering.

After nodding to Tang Ziran, he said to Tang Wulin: "Come with me."

The heavy silver piece was still in Tang Wulin's forging room. After Tang Wulin left with his father yesterday, Zhang Tian did not take it away.
Chapter completed!