Chapter 20 A Winter Morning

Three years later.

Located in the west wind Gobi, it is in the cold winter of December.

6 a.m.

In a fence compound in Shaming Village.

An eleven or twelve-year-old, bare-armed teenager, carrying a wooden bucket full of water in his left and right hands, walked to a middle-aged man with the same bare arms and standing behind his back.

The middle-aged man is tall, burly and strong, with thick eyebrows, sharp eyes and beard.

At this time, his serious face was revealing a close to cruel expression.

"Father, the water is ready."

The teenager put down the bucket in front of the middle-aged man, stepped back three steps, and stood straight with his hands behind his back.

The middle-aged man looked ** on his face, nodded and said loudly, "Are you ready?"

The teenager separated his legs, squatted down, took a steady step, and answered loudly, "Okay!"

As soon as the teenager answered, the middle-aged man grabbed the bucket full of water with one hand, left and one right, and poured it all over the teenager.

"Wangle, huh."

Two buckets of water splashed on the teenager.

The teenager bit his lips gently, and a handsome face with clear eyebrows turned blue, and his whole body was suddenly covered with a thin layer of ice.

This is the early morning of December in the cold winter. For Shaming Village, which is on the edge of the red wind desert, these two buckets of water are enough to freeze a person into a popsicle.

At this time, the teenager's eyebrows and hair were already a piece of ice crumbs.

The middle-aged man didn't see it at all, as if the teenager was not his son.

"I straightened my waist, punched 200 times, and recited the "Strong Body Tips." The middle-aged man shouted.

The teenager straightened his waist hard, raised his arms into fists, and punched them flatly with all his strength. At the same time, his mouth trembling and said, "Strength, strong heart, strong tendons, strong bones, no matter what kind of talent, no matter what kind of profession you break through, strong body is..."

Looking at the teenager's hard punching every time and listening to the familiar "Strong Body Fight" on the teenager's back, a faint satisfaction appeared on the almost cruel face of the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man is Lu Dong, and the teenager who is boxing in the courtyard is his son Lu Feng.

For three years, Lu Dong has been training his son in such a nearly cruel way, and his son has silently endured this training method.

Three years of cruel training have almost transformed Lu Feng. Although the talent for absorbing spirits has not changed, and it has been upgraded from the second stage to the third stage in only three years, but his physique has undergone earth-shaking changes.

At a glance, the immature and thin figure of that year has disappeared. I can only see a tough, mature and cold teenager supported by patience and perseverance. This is the result of Lu Feng's three years of refining under the guidance of his father.

At this time, Lu Feng has finished reciting "Strong Fight". He hasn't finished punching yet, and it will take more than 50.

More than a hundred hard punches have melted the heat emitted all over his body, emitting a trace of white air.

The "Strong Body" he recited just now is not a profound thing, let alone a physical training skill. It's just a paragraph of strengthening body written by Lu Dong himself to encourage his son to cultivate a strong body.

At this time, Lu Feng finished punching and straightened up and said, "Father, the punching is over."

"200 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, 200 squats, 200 bounces, recite the classification and identification of ores."

Without giving his son a chance to breathe, Lu Dong said the next four training projects in one breath.

are the simplest, but the simplest training programs are often the most effective. 200 push-ups alone, not to mention an 11-year-old teenager, may be difficult for an ordinary adult to stick to it.

Lu Dong has trained his son for three years, and today's training intensity can only be improved over time. If you want to achieve it overnight, it's simply a fantasy.

Lu Feng silently endured this almost cruel training of his father. He never complained or shouted pain, as if he was numb and unconscious. His face always looks cold, and he can no longer see the innocent and cunning smile that used to hang on his face.

"Ore is divided into ordinary ores and special ores, including copper ores, tin ores, iron ores, silver ores..."

As he recited, he lay on the ground and did push-ups, each of which was very serious and in place.

Lu Dong sat on the anvil and looked at his son quietly. He couldn't help twitching twice on his serious face.

What amazing perseverance and endurance.

He thought that if it weren't for talent, his son would become a real strong man.

Behind him is a stove and a tall furnace, which together with the anvil under his buttocks indicate his sub-professional - forger.

As far as gas refining is concerned, although gas refiners can use the fighting gas in their bodies to condense substantial weapons and armor when they reach the chaotic stage, whether it is air soldiers or gas armor, after all, the attack defense of this kind of equipment is not comparable to that of the magic soldiers forged by the strange mine of heaven and earth.

Therefore, even a strong gas refiner admired by everyone will lower his posture and do everything he can to find an excellent forger on the mainland to forge the most suitable equipment for himself.

Equip is too important. Having a good set of equipment can not only save lives, but also kill people.

It can be said that at some point, the equipment makes up for the lack of strength, so that killing beyond the level is no longer a myth.

Because of this, an excellent forger is respected wherever he goes, because they are always ready to provide you with equipment to kill and save your life.

There are no special requirements for human talent. As long as you are interested, everyone can become a forge. However, that being said, in essence, everyone knows that it is not difficult to become a forger, but it is difficult to become a forger respected by everyone.

Forgings are divided into grades, from low to high: forging apprentice, junior forging, intermediate forging, senior forging, expert forging, king-level forging, and senior forging.

When ordinary people become forgers, they stay at the primary and intermediate stages, and even the advanced stage is rare.

Lu Dong has stepped into the forging industry for many years, and now he has reached the level of an 8-star intermediate forger, but this level has made him the leading forger in Shaming Village.

Therefore, he also hopes that his son can become a forger, no matter how poor his talent is, but at least his identity as a forger can make his son have no worries about food and clothing and get the respect he deserves in the village.

At this time, Lu Feng has completed 200 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, and is doing 200 squats.

He has already memorized and identified the ore, and has begun to recite the classification of equipment by himself: "Equipment is divided into iron equipment, copper equipment, bronze equipment, steel equipment, steel equipment, red silver equipment... Each equipment is divided into ordinary, good, top-quality, boutique, best, artifacts, legends, legends Seven grades..."