Douluo: Thousands of Templates
Chapter 14 The cloak is chaotic

"Mutated Martial Soul, Twin Martial Soul... A Yin, have you seen it? This is our son!"

Ferociously, Tang Hao opened his strong arms and hugged Tang San and Tang Chen tightly into his arms.

"This old man ..."

Sensing Tang Hao's broad and warm embrace, Tang Chen couldn't help but shut up. This was the first time Tang Hao had hugged them like this since he could remember, and it was also the first time he had shown his emotions like this.

Perhaps after his mother's death, the old man's spirit was severed, and former Haotian Douluo became a drunkard. However, his once sharp fighting spirit seemed to have a tendency to rise after learning about the spirits of the two Tang Chen brothers.

When Tang Chen's eyes drooped and were silent, Tang San beside him felt that the little hammer in his hand seemed to be getting heavier, although Tang San liked the warmth brought by this kind of fatherly love. , But he didn't like it. He even wanted the hammer to drop his hand and hit his father.

"Dad, I can't take it anymore." Tang San could not help but say.

Tang Hao let go of his hand, "Take off."

The black light disappeared, and its weight disappeared. Tang San felt very strange. It was clearly a hammer formed by a special power in his mix of Profound Sky Art, but why could he not withstand it? What made him even more surprised was that after summoning that little hammer, his internal strength was completely exhausted.

The expressions on Tang Hao's face were mixed, at least the two Tang Chen brothers had never seen such a beautiful face. After a long time, Tang Hao said slowly: "Little San, you should remember that in your future, you should use your left-handed hammer to protect the grass in your right hand. Forever."

Tang San nodded without understanding.

"Xiao Chen, I know you have always looked down on my father, but you must remember that after all, you must protect yourself and your brother."

This was the first time Tang Hao had spoken to Tang Chen in a serious tone, and it was rare. Tang Chen did not refute, but turned his head and said: "I know, I know, the old man is just long. - rambling around."

The corner of Tang Hao's mouth moved slightly, and then he went back inside again.

At lunch, Tang Hao looked extremely silent, even his appetite seemed much less than before, his eyes fixed on Tang Chen and Tang San from time to time, as if hesitating.

After lunch, Tang Chen got used to picking up the dishes, but when Tang San was about to continue ironing, he was stopped by Tang Hao.

"Let's do it later. Xiaochen, Xiaosan, I ask you, do you want to become a soul master?"

Tang San was startled for a moment and looked at Tang Hao. He did not want to deceive his father. After hesitating for a while, he nodded. Tang Chen's eyes moved, he heard something from Tang Hao's words, and nodded.

Tang Hao sighed, his face looking slightly older, "You still have to choose this path." He said only one more sentence and returned to his room.

Tang San discovered that when Tang Hao sighed, he was disappointed by his emotions, but it was more of an expression of relief. He understood that there seemed to be a lot of things hidden in his father's heart.

While Tang Chen was washing the dishes, Tang San walked up to the forging table again and continued his work. When he discovered that this kind of work could still train his Profound Heaven Skill, the purpose of ironing him out was not only to create hidden weapons, but cultivation was also included in his plan.

When the pounding in the afternoon reached over three hundred times, and it felt like the coarse iron removed some dirt, the door curtain lifted and Tang Hao walked in. He didn't seem to be making farming implements this afternoon, at least Tang San didn't hear a familiar knocking sound.

Tang Hao rarely observed Tang San's work, so the hammer in Tang San's hand stopped involuntarily.

Tang Hao gestured for him to continue, walked to the side and stood still, without speaking, just staring at him.

With Tang Hao watching by her side, Tang San could not help but work harder, now he was no different from the children who hoped to behave in front of their parents.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang.., the sound of percussion continued to be heard, Tang San's young body was not comparable to the hammer in his hand, but every time the hammer was lifted, it was filled with strength.

Seeing Tang San who was sweating like rain, Tang Hao finally made up his mind.

"Stop it," Tang Hao said.

Tang San put down the hammer in his hand, slightly snapped, and quietly urged Xuan Tian Gong in his body to catch his breath to recover his physical strength.

Tang Hao walked in front of Tang San, took the hammer in his hand, and saw the burning red iron beam on the stove, "hitting like you, even a year can't make it the size of a fist."

"Then what should I do?" Tang San asked, looking at his tall father.

Tang Hao did not immediately reply, he shouted to Tang Chen who was busy in the kitchen, "Xiao Chen, come here."

"What's up, old man?!"

Tang Chen walked in bewildered, with some flour clinging to his hand. He traded an extra rabbit for the people in the village, and he planned on giving Tang San some staple food to taste.

"You guys all have martial arts like a hammer, but do you know where in your body the first power is when you swing the hammer?"

"It should be someone's waist." Tang San thought for a moment and replied.

As expected, it will come.

Tang Chen, who had deep memories of the plot of the original book, knew what Tang Hao would teach when he heard these words.

As expected, after Tang San replied, Tang Hao continued: "In addition to the brain, what organ is the most important in the human body?"

"It's a heart." Tang San replied without hesitation. In the analysis many weapons were hidden in his mind, except for the brain, it was the heart that killed one shot.

Tang Hao stopped, then said: "Then tell me again, how many hearts does one have?"

"One one?!"

Tang San replied somewhat confusedly.

Tang Hao shook his head and said, "No, you're wrong. Remember, there are three human hearts, not one."

Tang Hao turned the pouring hammer in his hand and touched both of Tang San's calves with the hammers' handles, "This. The muscles in both calves of a person are the second and third heart. Someone, if you will If you exert all your strength, then, it must be the result of three hearts working at the same time. Therefore, when you exert your strength, you do not start with your waist. Three hearts is the starting point."

“When the heart in your chest is racing, where it starts from the two lower legs and the force is transmitted to the thighs, passes through the waist, back, and arms, and finally released. It's a full blow. The heart exerts force, and the waist is its axis... Looks good!"

The next moment, Tang Hao gestured for Tang Chen and Tang San to push back a few, and the hammer in his hand was also straightened. He snorted, and the calf that opened outside the tattered pants instantly tightened. Using the calf as the starting point and the waist as its shaft, the forging hammer in his hand was suddenly pushed, and with a terrifying force, it crashed into the forging platform. Hot red pig iron.

In just one click, the pig iron sunk by more than a third, which was comparable to Tang San's hard work for nearly a hundred days!

it can't be wrong!

Tang Chen's eyes were slightly gleaming. This was how many times in her original work, she had helped Tang San get through danger. This was known as the strongest hammer technique for forging metal, and it was also an extremely powerful battle technique - the chaotic cloak !