Douluo starts as a holy child

"Xiao San, I bet you can't carry the hammer and your father home at the same time. Why don't you leave the hammer here with me and carry your father home?"

Qianyun hugged her shoulders and made sarcastic remarks, watching Tang San's thin body struggling to carry Tang Hao to touch the forging hammer.

"You don't have to worry about it! I can do it! Don't try to lie to my hammer!"

Tang San said angrily, these people in front of him were really annoying, even knowing that he was too young to carry them, they still wanted to get his father drunk.

"It seems that you are reluctant to part with this hammer. Then leave your father here, and you can go home with the hammer."

Qianyun continued to taunt, and his tone was frivolous, and he was in need of a beating.

Qianyun will use all means to make Tang San dissatisfied with him, and even let Tang San take the initiative to attack him.Anyway, the result is the same, as long as he makes a move, Tang San will definitely get beaten.

"I'll carry your sister's hammer! I..." Tang San felt aggrieved. There was no way he would leave his father alone in front of this bastard's house.No, it doesn’t matter where you throw it!The forging hammer cannot be lost, otherwise Dad will be angry.Why did you need that hammer when you went out?Just pick up a piece of stone or iron, wouldn't it smell good?

Seeing Tang San staggeringly carrying Tang Hao and dragging the forging hammer into the night, Qianyun smiled proudly.

"Such a narrow-minded boy, will this Holy Son steal your hammer? Or will this Holy Son attack your father? Damn it! If I want Madman Tang's life, this Holy Son could just poison me, how can it save trouble?"

Qianyun went back to the house directly, not even bothering to clean up the mess in the yard, as he was not in the mood.

Perhaps because of Tang San's presence, Tang Hao did not remember what happened that year, but only expressed his longing for Tang San's mother many times, very deeply.

Tang San dragged Tang Hao home. It was already two hours later. Tang Hao, who was lying on the bed, began to talk in his sleep.

"Passionate love has been empty of hatred since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from."

"My heart is broken because of separation, and my old clothes are full of tears."

"Haha, what kind of person can write such words and phrases, so sad!"

This was the four lines of poetry that Qian Yun read out while drinking. Tang Hao had a special feeling when he heard it, as if it was tailor-made for him, and he couldn't help but drink more wine.

Snow beer is more intoxicating than some liquors, and it is not easy to wake up.

Tang Hao's mind is clear now, at least he thinks so, he is clearer than ever.

But the effect of alcohol prevented him from exerting any strength, and he was too lazy to even open his eyes.

Darkness is his best protective color, so let him sink in the darkness and have a good dream.

The second time Tang San heard this poem, he also understood some of its meaning.But, could such a good poem be written by that bastard?

Tang San had more than 30 years of life memories, but he had never explored literature and didn't quite understand those things about Zou Zou.It was just four lines of poetry, but it actually made the listeners feel sad along with them.

Qianyun didn't tell Tang Hao anything about the inscriptions. He would not give such a precious thing to someone for nothing.Unless Tang Hao can come up with enough trading items to impress Qian Yun.

The next day, Tang San got up very early as usual, casually made some breakfast using the available materials, and then went out to practice.

Going to the mountains every day to practice the Purple Demon Eyes was a habit that Tang San couldn't stop.Even if it enters the bottleneck period, it is the same.

Tang San came to the place where he often practiced and sat down as a habit to wait for the sunrise.

"Chirp!"

Tang San was startled when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Huh? Why are you here?"

Tang San turned to look at where the sound came from, and unexpectedly saw Jiujiu and Qianyun.

"Watch the sunrise! Not to mention, this location is great."

Qianyun was sitting under a tree, leaning against the trunk of the tree and looking at the distant sky in the east.

"You won't go anywhere else to watch the sunrise? Are you sick?"

Tang San vented his anger, he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen next.

"When you wake up early in the morning, you should move your hands and feet."

Qianyun stretched, then kicked the tree trunk violently, using his strength to pounce on Tang San.

"I go!"

Tang San immediately used Ghost Shadow to escape. Today's training could not be continued, so he had no choice but to run away.

Why run away?

If you don't run away after being defeated, isn't your brain sick?

Tang San didn't run more than three meters when he felt a hand on his shoulder.Tang San thought in annoyance that he should have prepared some weapons, why couldn't he remember the lesson so much?Next time, next time I will let this bastard have a taste of the power of Tang Sect's hidden weapons.

What Tang San was really proud of was his endless hidden weapon skills. His light skills were completely useless in front of Qian Yun.

By the time Qian Yun beat Tang San into a pig's head, it was already an hour later.After feeding Tang San a piece of gold, Qianyun went down the mountain feeling refreshed with Jiujiu.

"Tweet?" (Why does that person want to eat my poop?)

"Kid, don't ask questions. Let's go back and cook for you."

After a while, Tang San slowly woke up.

Tang San touched his face, but couldn't feel any strength.If what had just happened was not so fresh in his memory, he would have thought it was a dream.

"What's going on? Why does he beat me like a pig's head every time and give me medicine to treat my injuries?"

Tang San once again missed practicing the Purple Demon Eyes because of Qian Yun, but he no longer cared about that at this time.He needs to understand, why did Qianyun hit him?

"Huh? Something's wrong. Xuantian Kung has clearly reached its bottleneck, and there's no breakthrough. Why do I feel an increase in internal strength? Is it an illusion?"

Tang San fell into deep thought. He was very serious about matters related to cultivation.

"The internal force in the Dantian has not increased. Where did the absorbed internal force go? Some of it entered the body organs with the blood circulation. The physical quality is stronger than before. Although it is only a little bit stronger, it is indeed stronger than before.

Is it because of the beating, or because of the magical elixir?

If he injured me to better absorb the effects of the medicine... was he training me in this way? "

Tang San was able to practice, and he gradually entered the state in a happy mood, and soon lost track of time.

I don't know how long it took, but Tang San stopped from practicing and slowly let out a breath of turbid air.

"Phew! It feels good. I haven't felt this happy for a long time. Oops, no! I forgot to go home and ask dad to eat!"

Tang San ran all the way down the mountain, his speed a little faster than before.

Tang Hao still had a sweet dream when he was hungover, and he never woke up.The porridge in the kitchen has gone cold. Fortunately, there is not much firewood, but the fire has gone out.If the porridge was mushy, Tang San would definitely feel distressed to death.

"When Dad wakes up, I must ask him for a piece of iron and build one or two hidden weapons to defend himself. Maybe that...bastard will do it again."

When Tang San thought about being beaten by Qian Yun again, not only was he not afraid, he seemed to be slightly happy.

"Uh...why would I think that? Do I have masochistic tendencies? No, it's impossible, it's absolutely impossible!"

Tang San quickly shook his head, he didn't want to admit that he had such a perverted mentality.

Tang Hao was still awake, and Tang San had nothing to do, so he recalled the process of Qian Yun's violent beating in the yard.

There was no hint of skill in Qianyun's movements, they were so rough that it was almost unbearable to look at, but he could restrain Tang San's movements every time.Even if Tang San predicted Qianyun's movements, he still couldn't fire more.

Qianyun could always adjust his posture when Tang San changed his moves, and still beat Tang San violently with very vulgar moves.

"Since it's impossible to dodge, then increase your attack power. Next time, you must resist for a while longer before that bastard takes over!"

Tang San began to recall the entire process over and over again in his mind, trying to understand as much as possible about Qianyun's movements.