Douluo - something is wrong with you useless martial soul

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"Why haven't you come back yet..." Tang San stood at the door looking slightly worried. The sky was already dark, but the person who promised to come back before dark had not come back yet.

Compared to his irresponsible father, he was more happy and cherished by this well-behaved, sensible, innocent, and quick-learning brother.

He was an orphan in his previous life and had never experienced family affection. Although he had expectations for Tang Hao, he could survive without his father's love.

But his younger brother really warmed his heart and truly made him realize what family affection was.

He didn't know how it felt to have a brother, but he didn't want to lose the feeling he had now, so he valued this younger brother and even secretly taught his younger brother Tang Clan's skills.

But now the little dumpling who follows him obediently and calls him brother all day long has not come back yet.

Could something have happened?

Once this idea comes up, it can never go away.

"Where is Tang Yin?" Tang Hao wiped his sweat and walked out, "Where has he been playing?"

"Ah, dad..." Tang San was a little hesitant, "He went to the woods..."

Tang Hao put the towel on the simple shelf by the door, frowned and took a few steps outside.

Tang San felt the pressure as if he was drowning emanating from Tang Hao's body, and even breathing seemed to be a luxury.

But soon, this pressure disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"Don't worry about him, he'll come back when he's done enough." Tang Hao said and entered the house again.

Tang San scratched his head. For some reason, he wasn't worried at all now.

Sure enough, after a while, he saw a familiar figure slowly moving this way and that, carrying something taller than Li Li Luoluo.

Tang San suddenly felt unscrupulously happy, looked back at the firewood under the pot, and ran towards Tang Yin.

"Brother!" Looking at the figure running towards him, Tang Yin shouted excitedly, and at the same time he happily dropped all his burdens.

"Are you a field mouse? You know you can't take it, but you still collect so much." Tang San didn't care about the things on the ground. Instead, he reached out and poked Tang Yin's forehead, "Do you know how much my father and I are worried about you."

Tang Yin curled his lips and said he still believed Tang San was worried about him, but that drunkard dad... forget it.

"Don't talk about that, brother, look at what I gained today!"

"What? It's just pheasants, rabbits and the like...deer? Where did you catch it from? Did you go into the mountains?" Tang San frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

"No, it's stupid." After receiving Tang San's confused look, Tang Yin continued to explain, "When I saw it, it was eating the bait on the trap. When it saw me, it turned around and ran away, and then hit the stone. It turned back in a daze and fell into the trap and broke its neck. I spent a lot of effort to bring it back without damaging its fur!"

Tang San: ...really stupid.

Without saying anything more, Tang San helped Tang Yin move everything back home.

"We'll ask Butcher Zhang to skin the deer for us tomorrow. It's said that the complete deer skin can be sold for a good price in the city!" Tang Yin sat on a short chair and rubbed his wrists, staring at Tang San as he cleaned it up. thing.

Tang San tilted his head, "But we don't have money to go to the city?"

Tang Yin: It hurts my heart, brother.

Looking at Tang Yin's slightly sad eyes, Tang San couldn't help but laugh, "There are roasted sweet potatoes left for you in the furnace. My father and I have already eaten them. You should go and eat them too."

Tang Yin hummed and ran to the stove to get some sweet potatoes.

"What are you doing digging so many wild vegetables? They will go bad."

"You can send it to Grandpa Jack and the others. It's so hot!" Tang Yin blew his hands and once again used the fire stick to push the sweet potatoes out.

"You are right, after all Grandpa Jack takes good care of us." Tang San nodded.

"That's right, brother."

"Ok?"

"Do you want to be a soul master?"

Tang San was silent, "Of course I do. After all, you see, a seventh-level soul saint is already a great person. Grandpa Jack also always talks about the difference between soul masters and ordinary people. I think soul masters should be The treatment is tens of millions times better than that of ordinary people.”

"Brother, what do you want to do when you become a soul master?" Tang Yin held the sweet potato and ate it happily.

"Hmm..." Tang San frowned and thought for a long time, then gave an answer with some confusion, "Establish a sect so that our family can live a worry-free life? Hey, you look like you deserve a beating, do you know that?"

"Brother, I feel like your wish is just ordinary."

"What about you? Where is your wish?"

"Me... my wish is more old-fashioned than yours." Tang Yin threw the sweet potato skins into the furnace and clapped his hands, "Make a lot of money, and then wander around in this world! Write another travel note to let the world know that there are I am such a great person!"

Tang San was silent. Is the ideal of traveling around the world and leaving his name in history so old-fashioned?Is it because he is not a real child that he cannot understand his brother's brain circuit?

This younger brother is good at everything, but his ideas are always very clear, and I feel very tired when I can't keep up.

_(:3)∠)_

Looking at Tang San's tangled expression, Tang Yin smiled and said, "Don't think too deeply about it. Whether we can practice or not is still unclear."

Tang San thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with Tang Yin's statement.

"Then if you can't be a soul master, what do you want to do?" Tang Yin stood on tiptoe to get water and wash his hands. "I want to be a doctor, the kind who just wanders around treating people."

"I understand, doctor, but you can't live without it, right? As for me... Blacksmith, right?" Tang San continued to lower his head to sort out the things Tang Yin brought back, "Let's go bleed this deer in a while. …”

"I let it go, but I just wiped it clean again. By the way, brother, you want to be a blacksmith? Did dad teach you how to forge?" Tang Yin motioned to Tang San to look at the deer's neck, and then threw the live chicken and rabbit into the morning In the small fence that was enclosed, I also used scissors to cut off the pheasant's feathers to prevent it from flying away.

Tang San was still hesitant about whether to ask his brother why he was so skilled at what he did, but he finally swallowed his words when he looked at Tang Yin who turned around to put away his ragged clothes, "Well, today dad taught me how to blacksmith."

"Eh? Really?!" Tang Yin looked very surprised. He didn't expect that drunken father to actually do something serious.

"Why are you so surprised..." Tang San shook unconsciously, "You will never think of bad things again."

"Yeah." Tang Yin nodded calmly and admitted, "I didn't expect dad to take the initiative to teach you."

"It's not that I took the initiative..." Tang San scratched his head and recounted what happened this afternoon.

"Oh, that's it... I don't think our dad is someone who can take the initiative to express his feelings." Tang Yin muttered.

Tang San also nodded, "Although I think you are right, it is not good for children to talk about their parents in private."

Tang Yin made a face, squatted down and started packing things with Tang San.

Little did he know that Tang Hao behind the curtain had already clenched his fists. He wanted to take a step out several times, but stopped again. However, in the end he just sighed in the darkness.

Early the next morning, Tang Yin and Tang San ran to do their daily exercises, then sent the dead deer to Butcher Zhang's house and asked someone to help clean it up.

After agreeing on the price of leaving the deer in the water for dissecting the prey, Tang San and Tang Yin walked back slowly, "Tang Yin, I see you are always wandering around outside every day, do you really take it seriously? What did I teach you?”

"Yes, as you said, try to concentrate on keeping him running."

"I mean taking the initiative to practice."

"what……"

"Speaking of which, we haven't sparred for a long time, right?"

Tang Yin looked away suspiciously, "Ah, speaking of which, today we haven't—"

"The firewood was cut yesterday, and I picked out the water yesterday afternoon. You brought the food back yesterday, but the doctor in the village was not here." Tang San glared at him, "What other reasons do you have?"

Tang Yin: ...He is wrong, this child is not cute at all!