Chapter 22 Building a Forge When Old Jack learned that Zhou Qing and Tang San were going to build a forging workshop, his first reaction was - "Don't make trouble!" Old Jack was speechless. "Xiaoqing, Xiaosan, I know you are smart, but why build a forge? There is already a blacksmith shop in the village, although the villagers dare not go there in person, so I have to help deliver the farm tools that need repair." Tang San blushed, but still told his purpose: "Well, actually it was to cheer my dad up..." "That's quite similar." Old Jack was surprised. He didn't expect that the two little guys could come up with such a method, but he still shook his head and said, "No, you can't forge iron." "I can!" Tang San raised his right arm high, "I've seen my father forging iron, I can do it too." "You? Hahaha! Cough cough!" Old Jack laughed so hard that he coughed twice, and then he held back his laughter and asked, "You are so small, you are not much taller than the forging hammer, right?" "Grandpa Jack, if you don't try, how do you know it won't work?" Zhou Qing supported Tang San, "He has great strength, it's natural strength!" "Innate divine power?"
Old Jack thought of Tang San going up the mountain to collect firewood every day, and then saw that Tang San was as skinny as... uh, now his body is almost the same as that of a normal child, and he thought it was possible. "Then give it a try." Old Jack thought that he could just play with Zhou Qing and Tang San, so he took them to his home. Arriving at the backyard, Old Jack pointed at a hammer about one meter long and said to Tang San: "Xiao San, if you can lift it, I will ask someone to help you build a forging workshop near Zhou Qing's house." "it is good." Tang San immediately raised the iron hammer. With his small body, he held up the long iron hammer, shocking Old Jack so much that he opened his mouth wide: "What a natural power!" However, Tang San was still swinging the hammer, and the way he did it with such ease shocked Old Jack. Then! It's ecstasy! There is no special reason, with such great strength, Old Jack is sure that after two years, when Tang San awakens his martial soul, he will definitely possess innate soul power, and by then, another soul master will surely appear in the Holy Soul Village! "Good! Good! Good!" Old Jack agreed and immediately went to find someone to help Tang San plan and build a new forging workshop next to Zhou Qing's home. Although being able to swing a hammer doesn't mean one can forge iron, Tang San is a thousand times more sensible than that bastard Tang Hao. Even if his path as a soul master isn't smooth in the future and he returns to the Holy Soul Village to be a blacksmith, he will need a blacksmith shop of his own, which can be considered as one built for him in advance. The original blacksmith shop, which is where Tang Hao currently lives, is dilapidated and Tang Hao doesn't know how to repair it. It is possible that by the time Tang San grows up, this blacksmith shop will collapse. It wouldn't be a waste to build a new forge. As the village chief, Old Jack still has a long-term vision. If Zhou Qing knew what Old Jack was thinking, he would think that Old Jack's vision was a hundred times longer-term than that of Tang Hao, who just muddled through his days! After Old Jack left happily, Zhou Qing took Tang San to find the Lingyun Turtle. The Lingyun Turtle sensed their arrival, climbed onto the shore, and lay lazily on the shore, waiting for Zhou Qing and Tang San's "massage". resignedly. The two could only clean the regrown water plants and impurities on the Lingyun turtle's back, and then apply the medicine and spread it carefully. After finishing, Zhou Qing and Tang San walked into the nearby woods.
"What are we doing here?" Tang San and Zhou Qing each took a wooden stick picked up from the roadside and hit the weeds in the woods, feeling a little bored. Isn't this a game played by village children? They would use a stick picked up from the roadside to break up the weeds, competing with each other in "sword skills" and "stick skills", and they would have a lot of fun. If the children in the village found out there were so many weeds here, they would definitely be extremely excited. But Zhou Qing doesn’t have such interest, right? "An idea—" Zhou Qing told Tang San about the possible connection between the Soul Saint of the Holy Soul Village and the Spirit Rhythm Turtle, "Perhaps, the Soul Saint is in seclusion near the Holy Soul Village." "Does the plant growing on the back of the Lingyun Turtle look very similar to the Soul Saint's martial spirit?" Recalling what Old Jack had said about the Soul Saint's martial spirit, Tang San had to admit that there were indeed similarities. Then, it is not impossible that the Soul Saint of the Holy Soul Village ultimately failed in his attempt to break through the Soul Douluo training, became possessed, and died in the jungle near the Holy Soul Village... "That's it!" Zhou Qing swung the thin stick in his hand, and a bunch of weeds was cut in half. "If the Soul Saint of Holy Soul Village really died near Holy Soul Village, then we, the younger generation of Holy Soul Village, must let him rest in peace and not leave his body exposed in the wilderness." "Makes sense." Tang San nodded, without any emotional fluctuations. After all, he was not familiar with the Soul Saint of the Holy Soul Village, and they were all figures from two hundred years ago. However, he still said some fair words, "The dead are the greatest, and they must always be buried in peace." "That's right, we'll just charge some funeral expenses when the time comes." Zhou Qing smiled like a profiteer, and a black line appeared on Tang San's smooth forehead. Funeral expenses? This is tomb robbing! But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem like a big deal for them to help collect the Soul Saint's body, and then take away some of the Soul Saint's belongings to supplement their household income. After all, he is dead, so there is no point in keeping those properties, right? Tang San convinced himself in his heart, and his initiative was boosted, and his arms became more skillful in clearing the weeds. After walking nearly two hundred meters into the woods, Zhou Qing saw a drooping mountain wall about thirty meters high, covered with green ivy. The sharp-eyed Tang San also noticed that the green ivy not far away was more recessed than other places. The two looked at each other, hurried over there, raised their hands and pressed it, and found that it was indeed empty inside, so they began to pull the green ivy to both sides with force. Moist soil, moss and insects fell from the green ivy bushes onto the two men, but they didn't care. They made a small hole and crawled in. The light inside the cave is darker than outside, but it is not pitch black. On the contrary, it is much brighter than ordinary people's homes. Tang San handed the three newly made bamboo leaf darts to Zhou Qing, held two in his own hand, and then slowly groped his way forward along the surrounding walls. After walking nearly twenty meters, the two came to the next cave entrance. Looking inside, they saw a hole as big as a football field. There is a small lake in the center. Looking up, there is a natural skylight above. Looking around, there are stalactites growing above and stalagmites growing underground near the wall. Around the lake, there are some strange rocks covered with moss, blue silver grass and some small shrubs and ferns. On the right side of the lake, there is a winding path connected to the wall, and at the top of the path where it connects to the wall, there is a small pointed castle. It is called a castle because it is indeed similar to the European castle that Zhou Qing imagined. The only shortcoming is that this castle is only slightly larger than Zhou Qing's home, similar to the mushroom house where elves live in fairy tales. "Sure enough, I guessed right!" Zhou Qing was very excited, and walked towards the small house with Tang San.
Following the winding path, Tang San arrived at the gate of the "castle". He was about to push the door open, but was stopped by Zhou Qing, who said, "Be polite." Then he knocked on the dusty, mossy wooden door and asked, "Is anyone here? If not, I'm coming in!" Tang San:"······" Why does it feel like Zhou Qing has suddenly become wretched? (End of this chapter)