Douluo's Ultimate Knife

Chapter 1 The novels are all lies
In a forest of unknown tree species, a young figure held a hatchet that looked like a machete to him, and kept chopping down the trees in front of him that were as thick as two arms.

The toddler was sweating profusely from his shirtless body, and he was still muttering non-stop. If someone leaned over and listened carefully, he would hear it clearly.

"Fictions are harmful! Fictions are full of lies."

Even though the sweat on Song Que's body had soaked through his trousers and dripped down his trousers, he still didn't stop. He wasn't accepted as an apprentice by some mysterious master to hone him, but he had to make a living by chopping firewood.

"Hehe, although my name is my father's name after reading the martial arts novel, but he is Song Que, the Heavenly Saber. How come I have become the Douluo version of the Hatchet Song Que."

"Forget it, don't think about it! The firewood is almost enough, go home!"

Song Que skillfully tied up the firewood, his lower body was in a horse stance, and his waist was vigorously exerted. Explosive muscles protruded from his small body, which was indescribably coordinated with his tanned and delicate face.

If the huge firewood is carried on the shoulder and kept away, I am afraid that it will be regarded as a walking firewood spirit.

This forest is still far away from his current village, and Song Que arrived at the entrance of the village when the sun was halfway down.

"Song Que is back!" An old man sitting at the entrance of the village greeted Song Que.

"Ang, Grandpa Jack hasn't come home yet! It's getting dark." Song Que turned his head to respond.

"I'm not in a hurry to wait, wait."

Hearing what Grandpa Jack said, Song Kuang nodded and walked into the village.

Looking at Song Que's back, Jack sighed, "Poor child, his parents left early, and he came out to earn a living when he was only five years old. It's a pity that this Holy Soul Village is just a poor village, so we can only help out on a daily basis! What is wrong with our village?" Time will be able to produce a soul master! That way life will be better."

Song Que didn't hear what Jack said, and he was in a hurry to sell the firewood for some rations.

Walking to a blacksmith's shop, Song Que put the firewood on the ground and made a thud, and shouted into the blacksmith's shop, "Uncle Hao, do you want firewood?"

After a while, there was a hum from inside.

creak.

A child similar to Song Que came out, his eyes seemed to be shining, this is the protagonist of this world, Tang San.

Tang San handed Song Que a bag of rice and some salt, "Brother Song Que, here you are!"

"Yes, thank you!" After receiving the rice and salt, Song Que walked home with the hatchet.

It didn't take long for Song Que to return home. His home was very simple, built with some wood and thatch, plus the pots and pans in the house and the hatchet in his hand, which were all left to him by his deceased parents. assets.

Song Que's dinner was cooked some rice and served with the wild vegetables that he picked during the day while chopping firewood.

After dinner, Song Que lay on the lawn in the yard, looking at the starry night sky with long thoughts.

It has been two years since I came to this world. When I first came, Song Que also thought about cheating fingers, and gave up after searching for a year without finding anything.

I saw from the novel before that many of the protagonists in it have a good relationship with Tang San, let him teach martial arts and then reach the pinnacle of life.

After several months of trying to make connections, he finally...he discovered that the novels were all lies.

Tang San didn't pay much attention to him at all, and even avoided everyone when he was cultivating.Thinking about it, it was the soul of an adult that Tang San traveled through, how could he have too much contact with children, not to mention the Shrek Seven Monsters he met in school later, it was because he had to pretend in school.And the Shrek Seven Devils can clearly see from the book that their minds are more mature than ordinary people.

Besides, who was Tang San in his previous life?That is the ancients!The ancients paid the most attention to inheritance, and Tang San could see it in order to prove his innocence.

So if he wanted to stand out in this world, Song Que could only rely on himself.Combining what was said in the previous book and what he thought, he now has some clues.

In Song Que's view, the soul power of Douluo Dalu is the same as that of Taoism's refining and transforming qi. Tang San's Xuantian Kungfu proves that the soul power will transform when it reaches a certain level, and its power will be much greater than before.

But Song Que didn't mean that Tang San had Xuantian Kungfu, and if he wanted to cultivate his soul power, he could only take the road of refining and transforming Qi.

Thanks to the abundance of vitality in this world, even though Song Que worked hard every day to chop firewood to build a strong body, he didn't suffer any hidden injuries.

Song Que calculated that there was only a little more than a year before the awakening of the Wuhun.He made a plan for himself.

Although he can't practice internal strength, he can still practice sword skills.He knew that the legendary sword sage Fu Hongxue began to cross the rivers and lakes from the time when he drew his sword a hundred million times, that is to say, those boxers who have punched a thousand times have mastered their kung fu.

Song Que now needs dozens of times to cut down a tree, and from now on, he will cut down a hundred trees every day, and then increase little by little.

The next day, Song Que returned to the woods again.

boom.

A big tree fell to the ground, but Song Que was very dissatisfied.There are knife marks on the fracture of this tree, and they are of different shades.This shows that he is still far behind in both the strength and the accuracy of the knife.

The fast, accurate and ruthless sword technique is the direction of his efforts.In constant practice and reflection, Song Que's training progressed steadily.

Time flies, and four months have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the night, Song Que sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, with the hatchet across his lap.He suddenly opened his eyes, and a white light flashed through his eyes, which seemed to be an illusion.

"How time flies! The training in the past few months has also paid off. During the day, I cut wood to practice drawing a knife, and at night, I sat quietly to feel the changes in my own strength. Now is the time to change the training content."

"But now wild vegetables alone can't satisfy my body's needs. I want meat, a lot of meat."

In the early morning, Song Que didn't go out to cut firewood as usual, he planned to rest for two days and do something along the way.

As the saying goes, sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood. This hatchet is too clumsy, and Song Que intends to make it into a real weapon.I didn't think about this before because his sword skills were not good at that time, and the long sword would break after a long time.

After breakfast, Song Que came to the blacksmith's shop with a hatchet, and saw Tang San beating the iron block with a hammer.

"Uncle Hao, are you home?" Song Que asked Tang San.

"Well, father is inside." Tang San stopped the hammer in his hand.

"Can I go in, I need Uncle Hao's help with something." Song Que whispered to Tang San.

"Xiao Que, come in!" Before Tang San could respond, Tang Hao's voice came from inside the room.

When Song Que walked into the house, he saw a burly, bald man sitting on a stool drinking.

"What's the matter?" Tang Hao raised his drunken face and asked.

"Well, Uncle Hao, I want you to help me beat my hatchet."

"Huh? The hatchet isn't damaged and doesn't need to be repaired." Tang Hao glanced and saw that the hatchet wasn't damaged at all, but in good condition.

"No, I want to change him into a long knife."

"No, I'm a farm tool maker. I can't make weapons, so go back!" Tang Hao waved his hand.

"Don't! Uncle Hao, if you don't do it, can I follow Tang San to learn blacksmithing?"

"up to you."

Song Que went outside with the hatchet and found a place to watch Tang San strike iron.

Tang San is very rhythmic when he swings the hammer, and there are many skills in it.After watching for a long time, Song Que could only see a little taste of using his strength to fight.

Tang San was very uncomfortable being stared at by Song Que, put down the hammer and asked, "Song Que, what are you doing? Why are you staring at me?"

"I told Uncle Hao that I will learn how to blacksmith from you."

"Oh!" Tang San rummaged around for a while, found a hammer that was one size smaller than him and handed it to Song Que, "You follow me to fight together!"

Song Que picked up the hammer and started forging on the blacksmithing platform.

After hitting a few times, Tang San made a sound beside him.

"Be careful to focus on hitting one place."

However, the impact of blacksmithing is extremely strong, even if Song Que has been practicing accuracy all the time, it will be difficult for him to adapt for a while.

However, with Tang San's guidance, Song Que gradually found the technique.

After practicing blacksmithing for two consecutive days, Song Que began to forge with his hatchet.

This dozen lasted until dusk. Although some iron ingots were added to the hatchet, the hatchet was still slimmer.

The thick back knife belonging to Song Que finally took shape.

"The slashing power of the thick-backed knife has obviously increased. It will take a while to get used to it. After you get used to it, go hunting." Song Que thought to himself as he touched the scars cut by the thick-backed knife in front of him.

One day, Song Que was lying halfway in the grass, holding a knife in his right hand, and pressing the blade with his left hand.A deer-like soul beast was grazing in front of him, unaware that the crisis had come.

In fact, not only the forests mentioned in the book have soul beasts, except for towns and cities, there are soul beasts everywhere in the mainland.However, most of these scattered soul beasts are not old enough to pose much threat to humans.

At the moment when the deer-shaped soul beast lowered its head to eat grass, Song Que knew that the opportunity had come, and he kicked his legs on the ground like a sharp arrow and shot out.

This also alarmed the soul beast, turned its head and was about to run away, Song Que approached and drew the saber directly, probably because it was the first time he drew the saber against a living creature, there was a slight incoordination at the moment when he drew the saber.

Various factors caused Song Que to not kill him with a single blow, and the blade cut at the root of its front leg.

The soul beast screamed and limped to escape.After the first blow failed, Song Que immediately unleashed his second knife, the huge deer head crashed to the ground, and his body rushed a long way due to inertia.

Looking at the fallen corpse, Song Que knew that he had enough meat for the past two days.

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(End of this chapter)