[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Ghost Network Three System...what the hell is it?

Meng Jiang thought like this, but she didn't expect that the system actually answered her question.

"It's not a ghost, it's your plug-in."

Meng Jiang blinked. She knows about the system that reading so many novels in her mind is not for nothing, and she also knows about cheats, which can help people win benefits, benefits, and victory.

"Muchito asked you to come..." she thought in her mind. She has discovered that she can talk to the system directly with her thoughts.

Meng Jiang found that she didn't feel disgusted, maybe because this system could give her something, so she didn't have to worry too much about the origin of the system. She is such a self-interested person, the worse she is, the more worthy of her "evil" status.

"Kid, why are you called 'Ghost Net Three'?" Meng Jiang asked again.

"Not a kid." The system beeped a few times, seemingly dissatisfied, "Because when Mr. Muchito first played the game, he met a group of Tangmen, all wearing Tangmen school uniforms, and suddenly appeared next to him, but No one in the world spoke, and the IDs of those Tang sects were all Izayoi Hongyue. Then he met me, so he named me Ghost Net San."

"Yeah." Meng Jiang understood. The so-called "first time playing the game" is what happened in Muchito's previous life before he became the messenger of the Holy Fire. It has been a long time since now, so long that it is like a dream, a sweet dream.

"Why is it the Tang Sect again?" Thinking of Tang San, she complained, "Then tell me what your functions are, kid."

The Ghost Network Three System has given up on correcting it, and Po Guan Po Chuan said: "I can open the twelve layers of strange acupoints for you, and you can also draw a lottery, but you only have one chance."

"only this?"

"...I can also provide language guidance when you upgrade, or chat with you."

Meng Jiang was a little shocked: "Although I have never played Jisan myself, it doesn't mean that I haven't seen Muchito play it. Now you tell me that you only have these functions? Maps, backpacks, shopping malls, gangs...you don't have any. ?”

"No." The system explained, "...I am a castrated subsystem. I don't have maps, shopping malls, or guilds. As compensation, I will give you three sets of appearances, but you need to sew them manually. I will give them to you. Drawings provided, package same.”

"Haha," Meng Jiang sneered, "I knew Muchito wouldn't give me anything good."

"Although I am a plug-in, if the plug-in is too big, it is a BUG and will be cleared." The electronic voice of the Ghost Network Three System suddenly became a little serious, "If you want to live well here, you must rely on yourself. You are The skills you learned in Datang are not for nothing, gathering, manufacturing, martial arts... these are all your capital. I won't always be here."

"I know all this, and I don't need you to preach to me for him." Meng Jiang's voice turned cold. She thought for a while and asked: "Little devil, can you open up the strange acupuncture point for me now?"

"No, you need to awaken your martial soul when you are six years old to open the strange acupoints. Here, you can cultivate your internal power, which is equivalent to the soul power of Douluo Continent."

Hearing this, Meng Jiang turned over on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover her cold shoulders, and then, in her mind, she said dissatisfied with the system: "Then you can wait until I am six years old to awaken my martial spirit before you take the plunge! "

This is directly chasing the unification.

*****

In the blink of an eye, Meng Jiang had been living with Tang Hao, Tang San and his son for more than half a month.

It's summer.

The weather turned sultry. Meng Jiang walked outside and looked at the sky. It was a little gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

The air before the rain was the stuffiest. Meng Jiang sniffed and suddenly ran back to the house to get two small wooden basins.

"Tang San, I'm going out for a moment."

"Where are you going? It's going to rain!" Tang San popped his head out of the room.

"By the river!" Meng Jiang had already ran out of the door.

There is a small river next to Holy Soul Village. The river is not wide nor deep, but it is more than enough to flood a five-year-old child.

Tang San was a little anxious. The summer rain was coming at any time, and Meng Jiang just ran to the river without an umbrella. Moreover, the river bank was slippery. What if he lost his footing and fell? He grabbed an umbrella and greeted Tang Hao, then chased him out.

Tang San was very fast and caught up with Meng Jiang halfway. He took the two small wooden basins from the other man's arms and held them in his arms, asking, "What are you doing at the river?"

"Catch fish." Meng Jiang replied, "There are the most fish and shrimps around rainy days. The weather is stuffy and the fish and shrimps are breathing on the water. I will catch some and take them home to cook and improve our food."

Just as they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the river. Meng Jiang took off his shoes and wanted to get into the water, but Tang San stopped him, "I'd better go."

"No need." Meng Jiang smiled and pushed away Tang San's hand that stopped her, "I am very good at water. I am a disciple of Penglai and live by the sea. And..." She made a mysterious look, looked around, and whispered Said, "Tell you a secret, come here."

"What secret?" Tang San was a little curious and leaned over.

Meng Jiang whispered in Tang San's ear, and the air blowing from his opening and closing lips made the boy's ears turn red, "The secret is... we in Penglai are immortal cultivators, and I can breathe in water!"

"Really or not?!" Tang San was surprised.

"Of course... it's fake!" Meng Jiang smiled narrowly, stuffed the silver hairpin into Tang San's arms, jumped into the water, picked up a handful of water and poured it on Tang San, but was held up by the other party. The basin is easily blocked.

"Hey! Meng Jiang!"

"It's just a joke." Meng Jiang floated on the water, her long black curly hair stretching like ink-colored algae, "But it's not all lies. Penglai is not a cultivator, but I can indeed be in the water. Breathing is a gift. How about it, now you don't have to worry about me drowning, right?" She tilted her head.

"Meng Jiang..." Tang San was helpless.

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore." Meng Jiang turned around and prepared to dive, "Wait for me on the shore and don't go into the water."

She didn't lie, she could indeed breathe in the water, and she was as comfortable as a fish in the water. She reacted quickly, and there seemed to be no resistance in the water, and she quickly caught a fish.

Throwing the fish into the basin where Tang San placed it on the shore, she dived back and went back and forth several times, catching a lot of fish and shrimps.

The river is not big, and the fish and shrimp are not big, but it is enough for three people. After grabbing enough for a small basin, Meng Jiang floated to the surface and pointed to the basin.

"Tang San, please help me run some errands."

"doing what?"

"Give this pot of fish and shrimp to Grandpa Jack and ask him to change some seasonings. Just onions, ginger, garlic, oil, salt, and sugar. It doesn't need to be much, it's enough for our lunch and dinner."

"Okay." Tang San nodded.

Meng Jiang then gave a small smile and pointed to another empty basin, "You go first, and I'll catch some for us to eat ourselves."

"Okay, don't stay in the water all the time. The water hasn't warmed up yet. If you feel cold, go ashore to warm up for a while."

Tang San sent the fish and shrimps, while Meng Jiang floated on the water for a short rest, silently looking at his reflection in the water.

What is reflected in the water is a beautiful little girl with big eyes, a beautiful nose, cherry lips, curved and thin eyebrows, and long black hair with wavy curls. She has a cold face and looks thin, pale and malnourished. .

Her body was modeled by Muchito based on the countless winds and moons in the world, taking the mist of clouds, the brilliance of stars, the distance of moon, the sky of mountains, the softness of water, the brightness of snow, the fragrance of flowers, and the tallness of trees. , poured it into his body, and rubbed the eyebrows and eyes that were three-dimensionally similar to his own, injecting the "evil" and "black" that were separated from himself to achieve "Meng Jiang".

Beauty is beautiful, but it is just to hide sin.

It looks clean, but it's just a cover-up.

Mu Qituo cannot be like Zhang Sengyao, nor can he be the finishing touch. His dull eyes are the biggest flaw of this shell.

Even if he gave her his sight.

The so-called compensation?

Pooh.

Tang San hasn't come back yet, but it's already raining. Fortunately, summer has just begun, and it's not yet a heavy rain in midsummer. Meng Jiang didn't care, humming a tune and opened the umbrella Tang San left to cover the wooden basin. , and then laughed to himself.

She dived longer and deeper in the water, hoping to find big fish. Fortunately, hard work paid off and a big fish was caught. It was about a foot long and just one fish was enough for a meal.

Meng Jiang lifted the fish out of the water and threw it into the basin. Half of his body rushed over to hold it down. When he raised his eyes, he saw Tang San's trousers.

The boy sighed and pulled Meng Jiang up. He held an umbrella with one hand and shook out the thin blanket he took from home after delivering the fish with the other hand to put it on her.

"I don't have to, it smells like fish." Meng Jiang hid aside, "Look at the fish, the big fish is about to run out, I finally caught it."

The girl was hiding and talking, her voice was soft, her hair and clothes were wet and stuck to her body, her lips were a little blue from the cold, and her face was white, looking completely pitiful.

Tang San then darkened his face, pulled the person over forcefully, wrapped him twice in a blanket, and then knelt down to help him put on his shoes.

"Shouldn't I let you warm up on the shore for a while before getting into the water? I'll do it next time." He helped Meng Jiang put on the heels of his shoes. "It's raining heavily. Let's go back quickly. When we get home, you take a shower first. I'll boil some hot water." Made ginger soup."

"Ginger soup?" Meng Jiang wrapped the blanket tightly with one hand, stretched out the other hand with difficulty to take the umbrella and hit the two of them on the head. Tang San held a pot full of fish and shrimp, "I still need to use the ginger for cooking, you Why did you just use it?”

"It's okay." Tang San said, "You can cook without ginger. You can drink more ginger soup to drive away the cold and don't catch the cold. And Grandpa Jack gave us a lot of ginger, enough for us to eat for three days."

"Really..." Meng Jiang nodded, "I have to thank Grandpa Jack next time I see him."

"Okay." Tang San smiled, thinking that Meng Jiang seemed quite happy in the water, so he asked, "Do you like water?"

"Yes."

"Then when I have the chance, I will take you to see the sea."

"Okay! Let me tell you, the sand on the beach is so beautiful. It's silvery and shiny, just like silver sand. Especially when viewed in the sun, it's even brighter than the stars." Meng Jiang sounded a little excited, even though he had always been black Shen's eyes became lively.

But Tang San discovered that she clearly said she liked water, but the girl described the sand in detail.

He raised the corners of his lips: "Haha, why do I think you like sand more than the sea? If you ask me, if you want to see sand, it's better to go to the desert."

"I... don't like sand." Meng Jiang was stunned and subconsciously denied it, but in his mind he thought of the silvery sea of ​​sand like silver sand in the Sea of ​​No Return, "I just feel... the sea lined with sand is very beautiful."

She changed the subject: "I'll make fish soup today."

Tang San didn't notice that she was unnatural for a moment, and nodded, "Then I'll give you a hand. You can leave the preparations to me."

"Yes." Meng Jiang agreed, "It rained today. I will go to the forest tomorrow to look for wild vegetables and mushrooms. I wonder if there are any bird eggs at this time..."

Listening to Meng Jiang's plan, Tang San couldn't help but sigh: "Meng Jiang, you are really good at it. If I were making porridge every day, I wouldn't be able to get such rich ingredients."

"Talking about this kind of experience makes me cry." Meng Jiang raised his eyebrows.