The biography of Hu Liena of Douluo

Southwest of Tiandou Empire, Fasnuo Province. Holy Soul Village.

This is a small village with only more than 300 households in the south of Notting City in Fasno Province. Legend has it that a hundred years ago, a soul master of the Soul Saint level came out here, hence the name Holy Soul.

Outside Holy Soul Village is a large area of ​​agricultural land. The food and vegetables produced here will mainly be supplied to Notting City.

Notting City is not a big city in Fasno Province, but it is very close to the Star Luo Empire and is one of the trading places for merchants from the two empires. Therefore, Notting City is relatively prosperous.

Under the influence of Notting City, the lives of civilians in the villages around the city are better than in other places.

The morning light is dim, and a touch of fish belly white has just risen in the east. Adjacent to the Holy Soul Village, a thin figure has appeared on a hill that is only more than a hundred meters high.

Judging from the appearance, he should be a little boy of five or six years old. His skin is a healthy wheat color, and his short black hair looks very neat. She was dressed in simple clothes, although not exquisite, but still clean.

Yes, this boy is Tang San. At this moment, his eyes widened, staring closely at the faint purple meaning hidden in the white fish belly. Long and steady breathing, coming in and out from the nose and mouth; between exhaling and inhaling, there seems to be some mystery.

As the white fish belly in the east was replaced by the red clouds reflected by the morning sun, Tang San slowly closed his eyes and at the same time exhaled a long breath of turbid air in his body. A stream of white air like a horse was spit out from his mouth, and then slowly merged into the mountain breeze.

It wasn't until the morning sun was halfway up that Tang San opened his eyes again, with a faint purple light shining in his eyes. Although this purple color did not last long and slowly faded away, when it existed before, it was very clear.

Tang San sighed dejectedly, shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "It still doesn't work. It's been three whole months, why is it that Xuantian Kung still can't break through the bottleneck of the first level, even if it depends on the short-term purple energy in the morning? , the Purple Demon Eyes that can only be cultivated are constantly improving.

If Xuan Tian Gong cannot break through, Xuan Jade Hand will not be able to improve. There are nine levels of Xuantian Kung in total. Why is this first level so troublesome? When I was practicing, I never encountered this kind of situation. Is it because this world is different from the original world?"

"It's time to go back." Tang San raised his head and glanced at the rising sun, then jumped up and ran quickly down the mountain. His thin body took one step forward, and it was almost one foot. The mountain road was rugged but still as smooth as walking on the ground. Ordinary people would find it incredible to see this.

Tang San's home was located at the west end of Holy Soul Village. A courtyard with green bricks and green tiles can be said to be exquisite in the whole village. On both sides of the courtyard door, there is a small stone lion squatting on each side.

The stone lion base on the left is engraved with the Chinese character "Tang" with iron paintings and silver hooks; on the right is an exquisite hammer. In this world, a hammer often refers to a blacksmith.

Although in this world, the weapons forged by blacksmiths are often replaceable conventional weapons and their value is not too high. Basically, it was like when Xie Yue hunted the Exploding Demon Ape before, he had already damaged several moon blades before even fighting.

But Tang San's father, Tang Hao, is the only blacksmith in this village; he is also one of the best blacksmiths in several nearby towns.

Therefore, there are usually many people from neighboring villages and even neighboring towns who come to ask Tang Hao to make various iron utensils. Therefore, Tang San's family background can be regarded as the top group in this village.

Tang San gently pushed open the closed red-painted wooden door of his house and poked half his head in. After confirming that no one was in the yard, the parents probably hadn't gotten up yet, he tiptoed through the door. Close the door, lock it, sneak back to your room, and lie back on the bed, all in one movement.

Next room.

"Brother Hao, tell me, what has the mistress been doing sneaking out every early morning for more than a year?" A woman with a gentle temperament turned her head and blinked at the person beside her pillow.

"Third sister, don't worry about it. You can also see that the boy has become stronger and stronger in the past year or so. He must have sneaked out to exercise. It's not a bad thing anyway."

The man called "Brother Hao" by the woman was none other than Tang San's father, Tang Hao. And that woman was naturally Tang San's mother in this life.

"You are so old. Xiaosan is already so old. You still call me Sanmei. It will be embarrassing for him. I have said it many times. From now on, just call me Ah Yin." The woman started He pulled out his jade arm from the brocade quilt and pinched Tang Hao's ear.

"Okay, Third Sister, I remember. Please allow me to sincerely apologize to you for this negligence." Tang Hao grabbed Ah Yin's wrist with his backhand, turned over and held Ah Yin in his arms. A Yin blushed and covered the two of them with the quilt, expressing her willingness to accept Tang Hao's "apology"

Three poles in the sun.

"Mom and Dad, it's time to eat." Tang San made breakfast, but couldn't wait for his parents to come. So he came to the door of Tang Hao's room and shouted while knocking on the door.

After a while, the door creaked open. The room was a little dark, and the curtains were tightly drawn. A tall figure walked out with somewhat shaky steps.

The person who opened the door was Tang Hao. Tang Hao looks to be in his early thirties, with a tall build, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, upright yet elegant. He doesn't look like a blacksmith at all, but like the head of a big family.

It's just that the white nightgown he casually draped over his body at this time and his somewhat sluggish expression slightly ruined his temperament.

"Is something wrong, Tang San?" Tang Hao frowned, his face darkened, and his voice sounded impatient.

"Well, it's nothing serious. I just came here to say that I have already made breakfast and want to call you to eat." The young Tang San, feeling the high pressure from Tang Hao, subconsciously took half a step back.

Hearing this, Tang Hao's expression also relaxed, and then he coughed twice and touched Tang San's head, "Xiao San, you did a good job. Let's go and eat first, we will be there soon. "

After saying that, Tang Hao turned back to his room and closed the door tightly, leaving only the young Tang San alone in the wind. He couldn't understand why his father was so strange today.

He obviously didn't do anything wrong today, but why did his father look at him when he first went out, like looking at someone before, a scoundrel who asked him to build a batch of weapons, but repeatedly refused to pay.

"It's been a long time since I said it. I haven't seen that person yet, and I don't know if he was transferred away." Tang San, who was sitting alone in the front hall of the kitchen, suddenly thought of that person's face and felt a little unlucky.

Not long after waiting, Tang Hao and A Yin walked in hand in hand. Tang San raised his head and looked at the two of them. Compared to his father's somewhat pale face, his mother looked rosy.

"Mom, is dad sick?" Tang San, who was eating, suddenly asked A Yin.

Ah Yin was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red, "It's okay, your father just caught a cold, it's nothing serious. Eat, eat." Then he picked up the porcelain bowl filled with rice and held it in front of his face.