Douluo Continent, southwest of Tiandou Empire, Fasno Province, Holy Spirit Village.
Just before dawn, a white fish belly appeared in the far east, and the villagers outside Shenghun Village were already busy doing farm work.
Although this place is close to the border of the two empires due to geographical factors, the flow of merchants has added a little wealth to the small villages near Notting City than other places, but it still does not change the villagers' love for land.
Every day, I go out early and come back late just to have a good harvest of grain in the fields in autumn.
In this busy field, a little boy of seven or eight years old is out of place.
Other children all work with their parents. Although they soon recruit cats and dogs, they don't know where they are going crazy, but they are at least a little lively. However, this child is sleeping leisurely under a tree alone.
'Well, I said, Lao Han, what's wrong with your baby? He is still young and he has just got up for a while and then fell asleep again. Look at' 'an aunt said to the middle-aged man who is doing farm work nearby.
When the middle-aged man heard that he straightened up and wiped his sweat, he couldn't help laughing bitterly: 'Aunt Li, you don't know. My baby is used to by my mother tiger. What can't be done and what to eat is not enough. I went down to the ground with a hoe to dig the ground twice when I was so old. I was too tired to sneak home. I can't take care of my grandma. I will starve to death sooner or later when I grow up
'Ha ha, I can't say that. Your baby looks like a big girl with white skin. She is also handsome. At first, she is Jin Guiming. Maybe she will be a soul master in the future!' ' Said the aunt.
The middle-aged man laughed and said, 'Aunt Li, I will accept your good words.'
Hearing the conversation in the distance, Han Jiang couldn't help but curl his mouth and say, 'This aunt can really talk in order to let my father see a doctor for less money. If she can't go back, she has to report it to my mother. Tian Du is no longer growing up, she will chat with my aunt and aunt every day, and let my father finish bad words.' '
Thinking of Han Jiang's mouth, I couldn't help but smile. When I opened my eyes and looked at the blue sky and grass in the countryside, I couldn't help sighing: 'Alas, why did I cross it? I'm not used to the smog of the city
Yes, this student, Han Jiang, was eating the last bite of the earth's self heating hot pot on a thunderous night when a bolt of lightning fell and passed through.
When I woke up again, I became a little baby just born. Hmm, it's not a baby painting... it's a little baby. Although I occasionally drink too much milk, I will improvise to paint on the bed.
'Shit, Douluo is really great... I have time in my head, and I will be 6 years old in half a month. I don't know what kind of martial spirit I will have. Blue Tyrannosaurus Rex, Haotian Hammer, Angel, White Tiger... It should have nothing to do with me. "
His mother is an ordinary person, and his father's name is Han Tao. He can make do with the silver flower of the 11th level soul master Wu Soul, which is a kind of herbal medicine to help restore the body.
Although this is totally at the level of scum compared with the flying Douluo in the later stage of Douluo Mainland, even with his silver flower martial spirit and a little medical knowledge, he gained a firm foothold in the Holy Spirit Village and married my mother, a famous flower ten miles nearby.
Although my father is not ugly, he is a toad who ate swan meat. No wonder he is always afraid of his wife.
"Alas, I don't expect to become a soulmate. I don't even have a golden finger. As long as I can inherit my father's skill and hold my brother Tang San's thigh tightly, I will never worry about it."
Han Jiang thought about it and went away. Just then, a boy with short black hair and wheat skin came to him in the distance. It was Tang San, as Han Jiang said.
'' Brother Han, are you sleeping again? Be careful, Uncle Han will come to beat Tang San.
Han Jiang glanced back and said slowly, "Little Three, have you finished your practice of Boy Skill?"
Tang San, who was originally indifferent, said, "I just like to watch the sunrise in the morning. What's the boy's skill?"
Han Jiang didn't say anything after listening to it. The boy talking to him was naturally Tang San, the pig foot of the world.
Originally, Han Jiang's modern thoughts suddenly crossed the different world. He should have seen Tang San, a pig's foot, get on well with each other from the beginning. I hope Tang San can still remember his childhood partner pulling a handful of firewood when he defeats the boss and rises to the divine world.
But who would have thought that his parents were actually neighbors of the Tang family.
After Tang San was born, his father Tang Hao, although he tried to take care of him with grief, was a rough old man after all. As the title Douluo, he was invincible, but he was really blind to the nursing baby Tang San.
His parents had just given birth to Han Jiang, and when they heard the crying of the child next door, they were so soft that they took Tang San with them.
So when he grew up, Tang San recognized Han Jiang's parents as his godfather and godmother. Han Jiang, who had fought for milk with Tang San since childhood, naturally became a brother by virtue of the weak advantage of being born three days earlier.
"All right, let's go. It's almost noon. My mother made noodles and went back to eat." Han Jiang stretched out from under the tree and pulled Tang San home.
Tang San and Han Jiang live at the west end of Shenghun Village, facing several adobe houses.
On one side of the big roof in the middle is a simple wooden board with a hammer painted as Tang San's, and on the other side is a lotus shaped flower. It is obviously Han Jiang's.
The two families stand opposite each other and help each other. Tang Hao makes iron for the Han family for free, while the Han family takes care of Tang San and Tang Hao's father and son every day.
With Han Jiang and Tang San coming back, Han Jiang's mother had already brought up three bowls of noodles. Tang San politely said, "Thank you, Ganma."
"Little fart boy, why don't you be polite to your godmother? Eat more in the pot. You are so big that you can grow up." Han Jiang's mother Bai Mei smiled.
Han Jiang rolled his eyes and said, "Mom, you are eccentric. Why don't you ask me? I also grow up."
"Shit, you still need to grow up. You are taller than the table when you are less than 6 years old," Bai Mei said.
Although the difference between the two is only three days, Han Jiang is actually half a head taller than Tang San, and Tang San, who practices the Xuantian Treasure Record all the year round, is much stronger in physical strength than Han Jiang.
But the body still looks thin, unlike Han Jiang, who is tall and strong.
Listening to the conversation with Han Jiang, Tang Sanwei smiled, slowly ate the noodles and said, "Gan Ma, I'm full. I sent the noodles to my father first."
"OK, your father's face is on the back stove, be careful to burn it," Bai Mei said.
Tang San promised to take the bowl of noodles back to his home. Because Tang San's father drank all the year round and didn't want to communicate with others, Tang San used to take food back to Tang Hao's house and eat it himself.
When Tang San returned to his home, he was obviously not as neat as Han Jiang's.
In the messy and dark room, wine bottles and pig iron lying in the corner can be seen everywhere. Tang San has turned a blind eye to this environment.
Gently put a bowl of plain noodles on the small wooden table beside his father Tang Hao's bed and said, "Father, we have dinner.". Then he left the room without waiting for Tang Hao's response.
Tang San did not rest when he left the room. He began to clean up the garbage in the house and went to the nearby river to fill the water tank. Everything seemed calm and steady.
Yes, because he was originally a passer-by. Tang San, a former disciple of the Tang Clan, secretly learned the Xuantian Treasure Record of the internal martial arts. The private concealed weapon, the Buddha Nu Tang Lian, was discovered by the Tang Clan and forced into the Eagle Mouth Creek to jump off the cliff.
Finally, he crossed the Douluo Continent, but although he did, he still had the experience of making hidden weapons and the mysterious heaven records in his memory, which is why Tang San grew up early and practiced Kung Fu on time every morning.
When I think of Tang San practising Kung Fu, I can't help laughing at his cheap brother Han Jiang's teasing of "Boy Kung Fu".
If Tang Hao in this world is his own father's closeness to him comes from blood, then there is no doubt that Han Jiang's family's help to him is simple kindness and love.
This also made Tang San feel the care and care from his parents for the first time.
While Han Jiang, who grew up with him, has always been free and careless, and doesn't care much about anything, he is also very protective of himself.
Recalling that he was alone before him, Tang San also recognized and treasured his present life.
"Father, godfather, godmother, brother, I will make you happy in this life, I promise! It depends on my secret script of Tangmen!" Tang San thought firmly in his heart, and the Xuantian Skill quietly broke through, Level 10!
