"How long will you stay when you come back this time?" Tang Hao took another sip of wine, and the depression between his brows also dissipated a lot with Madara's return, and he and Madara chatted casually.
"I'm leaving in a few days! I still have some things to do!" Madara smoothly took the grilled and oily Spirit Beast meat handed over by Tang San, and tore off a piece of meat with his teeth while chewing it.
"Brother, why don't you stay a few more days?" Tang San couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard Madara's words. After all, he had been nesting in this forest for two full years. In addition to eating, sleeping and practicing hard, he didn't even have anyone to talk to. He just said Tang Hao Forget it, right? He will definitely scold Tang San that he might as well practice hard if he has this time.
"Sorry, Xiao San!" Madara looked at Tang San with a hint of apology, but she had more important things to do.
"Xiao San can't work behind closed doors like this. You need to go out and practice!" Madara remembered that Tang San had indeed performed poorly under the dual pressure of Madara and Tang Hao, so he looked at Tang Hao and suggested.
"You don't need to tell me about this, I will arrange it! But now Xiao San still needs to continue to polish it, and it won't be time!" Tang Hao glanced at Madara in surprise. After all, in his eyes, Madara, as an elder brother, really dotes on his younger brother. He didn't expect that Madara would actually make such a suggestion.
Madara seemed to see Tang Hao's doubts, took a sip of wine, swallowed the fragrant barbecue, and said without any scruples, "Even if he is my brother, he will grow up sooner or later! You can't always keep the eagle in a cage, otherwise he will really become a chicken!"
"That makes sense! Ahem!" Tang Hao nodded in agreement, raised his head and took another sip of wine, only to cough violently.
"You are so old, why are you still so addicted to alcohol?" Madara said complaining, and with the other hand, he input the Sage Art Spirit Power he had trained without any slowness, but found a clue about Tang Hao's body.
"Your body doesn't seem to be able to hold on much longer, old man!" Madara grabbed Tang Hao's wrist without any explanation. His own Soul Power penetrated smoothly without any resistance from him. He found that Tang Hao's internal organs had actually been displaced, and his face became extremely ugly.
"Father! Drink water!" Tang San also eagerly brought a bowl of water from the side and drank it slowly for Tang Hao, who was already slightly stooped.
The originally high-spirited Clear Sky Douluo was now so old that he was worse than the seventy or eighty-year-old Dugu Bo.
It is difficult to see the domineering figure holding Clear Sky Hammer and Spirit Hall on this body anymore. Tang Hao has indeed lost its former glory due to serious injuries in his early years.
"I told my father to cooperate with me in treating him! But he didn't listen at all!" Tang San shook his head, with infinite worry in his eyes.
No wonder Tang Hao drinks alcohol all year round, not only to nourish his already scarred heart, but also to relieve his physical pain and anesthetize himself.
But this is simply treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. It is even said that alcohol is just a chronic poison of anesthesia. Even a normal person with no injuries will slowly wear down his body after drinking for a few years. If it weren't for Titled Douluo's tyrannical physical fitness, I'm afraid Tang Hao would have died long ago.
"I'm going to find someone from Nine Heart Begonia to treat you!" Madara said in a deep voice with a very heavy tone.
Although Madara said such a sentence, he also clearly understood that Nine Heart Begonia might not be able to save Tang Hao's life, it could only delay time.
After all, I have never heard of any vitality therapy that can correct the misalignment of the internal organs.
"Don't bother! I know my body well and can still hold on!" Tang Hao After drinking the water, the pain on his face dissipated a little, but he still refused without explanation.
Tang Hao Don't you know Nine Heart Begonia can alleviate it? No, of course he knows!
But that was just a matter of prolonging life for a few more days. He was filled with anger and just wanted to die together with the Spirit Hall, and he had already put his own life and death aside.
"You said you don't need it, so you don't need it? Wait, I will find Nine Heart Begonia for you to treat!" Madara secretly swore in his heart.
Madara had been tired from running around all day and fell asleep quickly. Unfortunately, there were only two beds in the cave, Tang Hao and Tang San.
So Tang Hao very casually rushed Tang San to the waterfall to swing the hammer. After all, such special training sometimes lasted for several days and nights, and it made no difference when it started.
As soon as he got up the next morning, Madara came to the cave of Tang Hao, slapped his unrecognizable sickle on the table, and said unceremoniously, "Old man, the ninja sickle you made for me is damaged! Give me another one!"
"This is made by pure Iron Essence! What a prodigal!" Tang Hao was so angry that his head was almost smoking. No blacksmith could see his work being wasted in such a wasteful way and remain indifferent.
"Then what do you think of this material?" Madara took out Asura Blood God Iron from Storage Ring without saying a word, put it on the table with great effort, and said rather arrogantly.
"This? What a good thing. It's really a god-level material that all blacksmiths in the world dream of!" Tang Hao's eyes lit up slightly, and he softly stroked the iron ore that flickered brightly and darkly like human breath with his hands and praised it sincerely. He could no longer care about scolding Ban for his prodigality.
"Can the scythe made from this thing be as good as this War Fan?" Madara took off the War Fan from behind and put it on the table, supporting the table with both hands and leaning forward slightly, staring at the Tang Hao in front of him.
"Are you looking down on my craftsmanship?" Tang Hao said with great contempt, with a few veins even showing on his forehead.
Needless to say, it must be Tang San who created this War Fan with a familiar technique. Tang Hao doesn't believe that a father like himself can be inferior to his son.
Tang San was called back in the afternoon with a confused look on his face. According to his impression, this kind of training usually lasts for several days.
"Build a handy weapon for your brother! How about this?" Tang Hao stood up from the chair, lifted the extremely heavy Asura Blood God Iron with one hand, and put it into Tang San's arms.
When Tang San started, he felt his arms sink slightly, and he was even more surprised that this apparently small piece of iron had such an astonishing weight. You must know that his current strength is not weaker than the ordinary Six-Ring Soul Emperor.
"This is a rare piece of material! It's perfect for making weapons!" Tang San looked at the extraordinary texture of this Asura Blood God Iron, and looked at this supreme treasure belonging to the blacksmith with a look of great appreciation.
"Get ready! Work will start tonight!" Tang Hao took another sip of water and said somewhat unhappily.
That's right! Madara has replaced all the Tang Hao treasures in the cave with water, for the sake of his health.
Of course, this made the drunk Tang Hao feel extremely depressed. Unfortunately, he seemed to be serious and couldn't handle his disobedient eldest son.
"Children must be educated well, otherwise they will easily grow crooked!" Tang Hao thought to himself as he looked at his little son who was still relatively docile and glared at him.