Douluo's giant

Time is the bastard in the pond. Just keep an eye on it. It moves slowly. If you don't keep an eye on it, you will lose it in a blink of an eye.

Just like that, six years later.

The silver moon is sinking in the west, the glow has not yet reached the sky, and a new day is about to come.

At that time, the dim night still shrouded the small village in the remote mountains and forests. There was no light at all on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village that read Holy Soul Village.

The surroundings were lonely, and even the insects stopped calling all night and fell into a slumber.

The air is mixed with clear and turbid air, and the dewdrops are about to hang but have not yet condensed.

The stove fire went out quietly, and there was no smoke.

Normal people are usually still lying in bed, hugging their wives, hugging their wives, snoring loudly, chatting with Duke Zhou, but in the village, in a dilapidated wooden house in a remote corner, a small The door to the compartment quietly opened a thin crack.

An eye emerged from the slit, scanning the hall outside. After seeing no one, a little finger squeezed out from the slit, hooked the door panel, and pulled it inward little by little, making a squeaking sound to secure the door panel. The metal may have rusted due to moisture, and it made a harsh groaning sound when it was moved, but the little hand patiently kept quiet and expanded the size of the gap.

Finally, the gap was wide enough for a person to come out. A little guy with short hair and linen clothes and a height of three feet squeezed out of the room. He stood on tiptoes and looked at the large room next to the cubicle from time to time. There was snoring one after another in the room. The sound, like drumming again, reached his ears, which made him feel at ease.

When he came to the gate, he took off the latch, put it down, opened the door carefully, crossed the threshold, closed the door, and then plunged into the night and fled into the distance.

In the darkness, he walked on ghost-like steps, jumping left and right on the road lightly and quickly. His robe was blown close to his body by the morning breeze, which brought a slight chill and made him stop twice. My nostrils dilated and I tried to sneeze, but in the end I couldn't.

In the end, without stopping, he left the entrance of Holy Soul Village and came to a small hillside. After struggling to climb up the hillside, the little guy sat down and breathed heavily. After a moment of relief, he immediately calmed down. Sit cross-legged and prepare to start today’s practice.

He discovered this place yesterday when he was wandering around. The place was empty, except for the hillside below. At a glance, he could see a sea of ​​flowers at the bottom of the slope. Looking into the distance, the mountains were far away, hazy in the dense atmosphere. In the fog, looming, if you want to see the first golden light of the sun rising, this is definitely the most perfect place.

What's more, in the sea of ​​​​flowers below, the wild flowers emit a scent that is not pungent and incense, but a fragrance that is refreshing, comfortable, and edifying. For him who needs to practice quietly and concentrate, Perfect.

The silver moon is ending and the golden sun is about to rise.

Tang San estimated the time and opened his eyes. Two strange purple lights flowed in his eyes. His state of mind was now like a bowl of water placed on a flat table, without a single distracting thought or wave. Only by facing the rising sun with this state of mind can he capture the wisp of purple energy that rises before the golden light shines out, and practice his Purple Demon Eyes.

On the horizon, a cloud containing golden light fluttered. Tang San stabilized his mind and thought to himself: "Here he comes!"

A purple mist rose from the mountains in the distance, followed by endless golden light.

In Tang San's eyes, two rays of purple light, one inverse and one positive, rotated rapidly, forming two small whirlpools in his eyes. The purple energy that emerged from the first golden light was pulled by the whirlpool in his eyes, towards where he was. Wherever you go, move.

Just when he was just a short distance away, a very sudden vibration came from the ground. Tang San, who was concentrating on absorbing the purple energy, was accidentally knocked to the ground by the vibration of the ground, and rolled down the slope, and that After the purple energy lost its traction, it naturally dissipated in the air.

"Do not!!!"

Stabbing into the earth with a hand shining with jade-white light, Tang San stopped rolling, raised his head, and just in time to see the purple energy dissipate, he fell to his knees and wailed loudly.

It wasn't until the sun was halfway out that he came back to his senses and accepted the fact that his first practice in the new secret base ended in failure.

With a gloomy face, he clenched his fists, feeling the vibration under his feet, and walked in the direction of the vibration, which was the direction back to the village, but leading to the mountain.

Under normal circumstances, Tang San would not go up the mountain at will. After all, he was still young, and there were many jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountain. They would not mind whether he had more or less meat.

But today, Tang San was beyond angry. He had roughly guessed who the person who disturbed his cultivation was, and decided to have a showdown with him and have a good communication.

Not long after, he came to the mountainside halfway up the mountain, looking for vibrations. He heard a sound, which was so dull that it made his chest uncomfortable, as if a big stone was pressing on it, and there were also some roars of hehehaha.

Hearing those voices, Tang San looked like it was indeed him. He gritted his teeth, wishing he could break them into pieces. Taking a few steps forward, he saw an ancient, thick and towering tree that was a hundred meters high. There was a figure leaning against his back.

The man had a flat cut, nine feet tall, a masculine appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a thick body. Every muscle on his body was thick and thin, hard but not stiff, solid and powerful, and perfect and tangible. He was the man of the night. During the moment, Tang San could also clearly see that the muscles on the man's body were stretching and contracting as he made movements, and the power was as if it existed in substance, emanating from his body and attacking his face.

Feeling such a powerful force head-on made Tang San's determination to reason with him weaken a bit.

"The weather is bad today, why don't we talk tomorrow?"

Tang San looked up at the dark sky, thinking this, and when he turned around and was about to leave, a loud voice came from behind.

"Hey, isn't this the mistress? Why are you here so early in the morning?"

Tang San froze on the spot, his face terrifyingly gloomy. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. After dozens of seconds, he turned around, showed a sunny smile, scratched the back of his head and said: "What a coincidence, Uncle Hao, you Why are you here!"

Hao Heng walked over, holding a towel in his hand to wipe the sweat on his smooth and tight skin. He looked at Tang San with a pair of big, bright eyes and said in a low voice: "It's dangerous in this mountain. Why are you here alone, maybe you think tigers, leopards, jackals and claws are not good for you?"

Tang San stopped scratching his hair, not daring to look directly into those blazing eyes, and looked away, unwilling to say more.

Hao Heng looked at him silently, exhaled, and said: "Forget it, you are usually smart and have your own opinions, so I won't ask any more questions, but the dangers in this mountain forest are not what you imagine. It's as simple as that. I'm going to your house tomorrow to have a good talk with Brother Tang and let him keep an eye on you. Don't blame me for talking too much, I'm doing it for your own good."

"What a fart!"

Tang San roared in his heart, he hated this guy in front of him.

From the day he was born, the person he saw the most, besides his father, was this guy. There was even a period of time when his father left his side and handed me, who could not walk, to this guy. This was enough to see his father's attitude towards this guy. of trust.

Logically speaking, with such a good relationship between his father and him, Tang San should have no reason to hate him. This is also true. Before he was three years old, Tang San's sense of Hao Heng was still very good, but after he was three years old, several things happened. Tang San's attitude towards him changed drastically.

One thing is that this guy stayed at his house for a few years and actually learned his father's blacksmithing skills and built his own blacksmith shop. And because he lived next to his house, his father usually looked like an alcoholic. Naturally, When the villagers wanted to make iron tools, they would of course choose him, learn his father's craftsmanship, and steal their own business. What is this other than a white-eyed wolf?

Although his father's attitude towards him had not changed. One time he complained about him and received the first severe beating from his father. Moreover, he would bring some food and wine to support his family from time to time, but Tang San just didn't like him.

Another thing is that after he was three years old, Tang San picked up the skills from his previous life and began to find secret places to practice secretly. But for some reason, every time he looked for a place, he would be discovered by this guy, and then he would use it like that just now Such shocks destroyed his cultivation process, although not every time, but in the past three years, the number of times he had accumulated exceeded ten fingers and ten toes, so Tang San couldn't help but look for him angrily.

"Uncle Hao!"

Tang San suppressed his anger and shouted in a muffled voice.

Hao Heng was about to go back and continue his training when Tang San called out. He turned his head to look at him in confusion and said, "What's the matter?"

Tang San raised his head, his eyes filled with deep dissatisfaction, and said, "You already knew this, right?"

Hao Heng was even more confused by his words.

"Know? What should I know!"

Tang San stared at him with wide eyes, as if to say, are you still pretending?

But seeing the look on Hao Heng's face that he really didn't know anything, he breathed a sigh of relief and then said: "Uncle Hao, since you already know, I won't pretend anymore. Yes, I can practice."

"Ok?"

Hao Heng looked at Tang San who seemed to be self-destructing, and several question marks appeared in his mind.

Tang San turned his back, stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a hint of reminiscence in his tone: "This is what happened..."

Then he told a bizarre story. One day, he saw a beggar who was about to starve to death outside the village. He kindly gave the beggar a few steamed buns. After the beggar had eaten and drank enough, he touched his body. , said that he had good bones, so he gave him an ancient book, and he practiced according to that ancient book.

"So, Uncle Hao, can you please stop disturbing my practice in the future?"

Hao Heng suppressed his laughter and listened to his story, nodding in agreement from time to time. He was already laughing like crazy in his heart, but when he heard the last sentence, he frowned, looked at Tang San seriously, and asked.

"Am I disturbing your practice?"

"Yeah." Tang San nodded seriously.

Hao Heng was surprised and asked: "When did I interrupt your practice!"

Tang San was startled for a moment. He didn't expect that he had already made it so clear. Hao Heng was still pretending to be stupid and holding back his anger. He told him about the several training places he had found before and what he had encountered. back.

Hao Hengcai clapped his hands thoughtfully and said, "Oh! It turns out that the person who peeked at me is you!"