ger!Tang Wulin took a deep breath, recalling the astonishing double sword strikes of Dance Master Kong just now, and began to meditate.The two swords wielded by the teacher were truly magical. It felt...Brothers and sisters of the Tang Sect, please collect, click members, and recommend tickets! Long live the Tang Sect! Long King rises!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Waves of intense weakness slammed into Tang Wulin, forcing him to sit heavily on the ground. Meng expertly reached into her bosom and pulled out a piece of something resembling adhesive tape, pressing it onto his wrist to seal the wound.
Even this master blacksmith's expression was a little strange at this time, with his mouth twitching slightly.
Even so, he was still talented. He did not change just because he didn't have a hammer as his martial soul. His comprehension was already enough to make up for it.
A thousand forges, an insurmountable chasm in the eyes of many blacksmiths, was completed by a mere nine-year-old child. What an incredible feat!
Tang Zi Ran had already rushed over and held her son.
Meng Hao remained silent for a long while before slowly saying, “Cai, this is Cai’s work. Wulin, you must remember everything you felt today. For you, this is just the beginning. The beginning of a shock to the forging world.”
Unfortunately, Tang Wulin didn't hear his teacher clearly. After five hours of forging, he had completely exhausted himself and fell asleep in his father's arms.
When he woke up again, he was already in his own bed.
The outside was already bright, sunlight streaming through the window and falling on the bed where Nell had slept.
Although N'er was gone, Tang Wulin didn't let his parents dismantle the bed. In his subconscious, he always believed that N'er would come back one day.
Although my arms don't hurt, my whole body feels a bit weak and warm. I just lie on the bed lazily like this, but it's incredibly comfortable.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
A faint smile appeared on his face, Qian Dan, it should be finished.
It turns out that the feeling of being tempered a thousand times is like this.
Although he had been in a coma, he still remembered clearly that when he reached the final stage of forging, every hammer blow seemed to resonate with the silver. It was a very peculiar feeling, the silver seemed to come alive, it breathed, and the silver also breathed. Every hammer blow, like a massage for it, would bring a sense of comfort. When this sense of comfort reached its peak, the silver sublimated, accumulating quantitatively into qualitatively.
Even though he didn't know what happened later, he could still confidently affirm that he succeeded.
I'm not trash, at least not when it comes to forging, and besides, my Azure Silver Grass isn't your average Azure Silver Grass.
Nell, if you were still here, it would be so great. You'd be happy with your brother, wouldn't you I'll become stronger and stronger, and I can definitely protect you well. No one will ever hurt you again.
"Nell, come back soon, or at least tell me where you are! Why did you leave without a word I miss you so much."
Na'er's sweet smile appeared in his mind, and when her voice, as melodious as a nightingale, called out "brother," it always filled him with such satisfaction.
I will definitely find you, I will.
Gradually, the warmth from his body lulled him back into a dreamless sleep.
When he woke up again, it was because of hunger. The outside world had darkened once more, indicating that he had slept for nearly eleven hours since last night.
This is a test.
"Dad, Mom!" Tang Wulin sat up, the fatigue completely gone. He was just ravenously hungry, his stomach growling so loud he felt like he could eat a cow whole.
"Son, you're awake!" The door opened and Langyue rushed in first.
Tang Wulin said proudly: "Mom, I can be tempered a thousand times now."
Here is the translation of your content:
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
Lang Yue's eyes were red-rimmed, but to her, those things didn't matter. What mattered most was that her son was safe and well.
"Good son, is there anything uncomfortable about your body" Lang Yue asked softly.
Tang Wulin shook his head. "No! I'm just hungry, Mom, I'm so hungry. Is there anything to eat"
"Honey, Mom bought a fat chicken for you and cooked chicken soup. It's waiting for you to wake up and drink it. Your teacher, you seem a little drained. When you wake up, eat something easy to digest."
A quarter of an hour later.
Here is the translation of your provided text, preserving only the content within the > tags:
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!
Lang Yue and Tang Zi Ran stared dumbfounded at their son who was still eating happily. For their son, what was easily digestible It seemed like anything that could be eaten was easy to digest.
A whole fat chicken, plus a pot full of chicken soup, five steamed buns, and two plates of vegetables had all gone into the stomach of this nine-year-old. And he still looked unsatisfied, munching on his sixth bun.
Let me know if you'd like to translate anything else!
"Why don't you make a few more dishes for your son" Tang Zi-ran swallowed, watching his son eat so deliciously that even he felt a bit hungry.
Lang Yue hurriedly stood up.
Tang Wulin was indeed a bottomless pit, especially after expending a great deal of physical energy. He ate for almost an entire hour before finally letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Son, won't you burst if you eat any more" If Tang Ziran hadn't stopped him, Lan Yue would have long wanted to stop Tang Wulin from eating anymore. His appetite had clearly exceeded the normal range.
Tang Wulin said with a satisfied face: "Mom's cooking is the best. It tastes so good."
Tang Zi Ran reached out and took her son's arm, a strange glint in her eyes. Sure enough, the wrist that had been slashed by Mang yesterday was completely healed, leaving only a faint red mark.
Tang Wulin only just now thought to ask, “Dad, did my Thousand Forging succeed yesterday”
Tang ZiRan smiled and nodded, "Yes! It's a success, very successful. Your teacher has been praising you non-stop. When you wake up, go find him quickly."
Here are a few ways to translate the provided text, depending on your needs:**Scenario 1: You want to translate the content between the tags:**" "Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!
Tang Wulin jumped down from the chair and said, "Then I'll go now."
Lanyue frowned and said, "It's so late, let's go tomorrow."
Tang ZiRan stood up and said, "He's just woken up. He won't fall asleep again for a while. It's not too late, I'll take him there now. Be right back."
Lang Yue glared at him, her eyes threatening. "If my son causes any more trouble, I hold you responsible. You'll be sleeping in the living room."
Tang Yizhen awkwardly touched his nose, "It's like he's not my son."
The father and son went straight to the Mang Studio as soon as they left the house.
"Teacher, I'm here!" Tang Wulin shouted as soon as he entered the door. He was very much looking forward to seeing what his first Qian Dao creation would look like. The sense of accomplishment brought by completing Qian Dao had swept away the somewhat depressed emotions he had been feeling this past period.
Meng walked out from inside, wearing his worn work clothes. His usually stern face unconsciously softened into a smile when he saw Tang Wulin, his eyes filled with satisfaction and even fondness.
After nodding to Tang Ziruan, he then said to Tang Wulin, "Follow me."
The piece of silver remained in Tang Wulin's forge. Even after Tang Wulin followed his father away yesterday, Meng didn't take it.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
"Look, your masterpiece." Meng pointed at the silvery object, towards Tang Wulin. inside her was about to drift out. Vaguely, a faint seven-color light shimmered, protecting her body. 。But the seven-colored light was very faint, as if it were about to shatter at any moment. 。That...