Douluo's Drunk Red Dust

"Third Young Master."

"Third Young Master...?"

The young man rubbed his eyes and propped himself up from the recliner.

Her soft white hair fluttered slowly in the wind under the sun, and her black eyes shone with laziness.

The weather was so cool that it was the beginning of autumn, and the comfortable breeze made the boy want to sleep on the recliner again. In his dream, he didn't have to worry about etiquette and customs, and he didn't have to feel the heavy shackles of reality.

"Third Young Master, how can I reply from my master's house? You finally awakened your martial spirit today. This is a good opportunity to announce the good news."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and a hint of resentment flashed across his young face. "Even if you report it, you won't get any resources. It's better to practice on your own."

He stood up from the recliner, feeling the soul power in his body, "Thank you for your hard work these past few years, be honest."

Lao Shi, whose full name is Wang Lao Shi, is an honest and loyal person, and is his housekeeper. He has been with him through many ups and downs in the past few years, and it has not been easy to endure hardships in a rural corner far away from the capital of the Sun and Moon Empire.

"It's not hard to be honest."

"Today my martial spirit awakens, I will give some dinner to the neighbors on the street."

Wang nodded honestly, bowed to the young man, and left the courtyard.

Main house, main house. . .

As he muttered silently, those feelings of self-pity finally turned into a self-deprecating smile.

Zui Hongchen once again leaned on the recliner in his small courtyard. Under normal circumstances, he would be sitting in the arms of his old man, acting coquettishly and laughing, looking like his grandfather and grandson were enjoying each other.

But it's a pity that he is a commoner.

He is the son of a concubine.

He has little memory of his mother, and neither does his father. As long as he can remember, Zui Hongchen has been surrounded by this small village.

He knew that he had two half-brothers and sisters who were older than him, but he had never seen them before.

He spent the past six years here. In addition to reading and writing every day, he learned swordsmanship from Sun Er at the head of the village.

The purpose of reading and writing is to have the opportunity to enter the court of the Sun and Moon Empire in the future and make a living for oneself.Learning swordsmanship is for self-protection. After all, if his martial spirit is a hoe, it won't be a problem to beat ordinary people.

In this world, the most powerful thing is one's own strength, followed by the court.

But fortunately, he already has a certain amount of capital.

Zui Hongchen clenched his right fist slightly, light green light gathered on his palm and quickly dissipated.

In less than a moment, he already felt a little tired.

Innate soul power level, level ten.

Wuhun, what kind of toad is it?

The adult who awakened the martial spirit for him did not recognize his martial spirit. He just said euphemistically, kid, your martial spirit should be a toad, but what kind of toad it is, I'm sorry, uncle doesn't know.

"My body is too weak...and where can I find the soul ring?"

The young man held his head and thought hard for a while, his brows gradually became calm, this matter cannot be rushed.

At dusk, when he smelled the aroma of the food, he left his small courtyard and came to the main hall to eat.

"My little master, the neighbors brought a lot of fruits and vegetables to the door." Wang Laoshi reported excitedly.

"Well, courtesy is reciprocated, and we don't accept anything except crops."

"Yes."

Seeing Wang Laoshi's promise, Zui Hongchen withdrew his gaze.

These days, it is also a custom to give soul coins to celebrate.

He wants to maintain a good reputation, and besides that, he has no greed for money.

Apart from Wang Laoshi, there were only a few janitors and servants in this small house. After Zui Hongchen finished eating, he returned to the backyard.

After resting for a moment, he pulled out the wooden knife from the scabbard.

The wooden sword is not a long-handled sword, but a horizontal sword. The blade is about fifty centimeters long. The handle is wrapped in black cloth. It feels very good in the hand. It is a practice weapon "made" by Sun Er himself.

Sun Er from the head of the village claimed to have been a corps commander in the Sun and Moon Magic Corps, and often boasted to him about his glorious years in the army. This sword technique was his own original creation. Seeing that this kid, Zui Hongchen, was well-behaved and sensible, he liked it. The man liked it, so he taught him the sword technique.

His sword skills are nameless, but he carries a fierce and stern attitude, vaguely showing the momentum of going forward in spite of thousands of people.

The wooden stake in front of Zui Hongchen was damaged. He didn't know if he had awakened his martial soul, but his body was full of strength. He swung his sword with a normal knife, but knocked the wooden stake to the ground.

Looking at the results of the battle in front of him, Zui Hongchen's face was filled with a smile. It seemed that after awakening his martial spirit, his sword skills had indeed "improved greatly".

After holding up the wooden stake, Zui Hongchen swung his sword again.

After the exercise, Zui Hongchen simply washed up. He confirmed that he had made great progress today, and the young man couldn't help but feel complacent.

There was no smile on his face, he fell down and fell into a deep sleep.

It was already midnight when I got up the next day. After breakfast, the joy gradually dissipated overnight. Zui Hongchen wiped his mouth and stood up to leave.

"Where are you going, little master?"

"Looking for Sun Er."

"okay."

With a simple word of concern for Wang Laoshi, Zui Hongchen opened the door, stepped on the ground, welcomed the morning glow and ran towards the entrance of the village.

Sun Er is one of the few people in the village who knows martial arts. This kind of martial arts is considered a mediocre skill in front of a soul master, but he is considered a master in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Yo, Hongchen."

Sun Er sat at the entrance of the village and looked at the gate. People in the village said that he had been doing this for seven years. He sat at the entrance of the village every day, and everyone who entered and left the village had to call him Brother Sun.

"Uncle Sun."

Zui Hongchen greeted him very seriously.

Sun Er waved to him, and Zui Hongchen came to his side and leaned against the wooden railing.

"The martial soul awakened yesterday, what was the result?"

"The awakening was successful. It is an animal martial spirit. It is full of innate soul power."

Sun Er slapped the railing and laughed, "Is he born with full soul power?"

Zui Hongchen doesn’t like jokes, and since he says so, it’s true.

"Congratulations, kid."

Sun Er lifted Zui Hongchen's shoulders affectionately. Although his words were frivolous, his demeanor seemed to treat him as a little adult.

"Now that you have a martial spirit, you can start learning internal skills."

"Uncle Sun, do you know internal strength?"

Zui Hongchen looked at Sun Er doubtfully, his eyes filled with disbelief, "It is rumored that Tang San, a senior who lived thousands of years ago, left behind a lot of martial arts and internal skills before his death. Could it be that Uncle Sun stole a copy of the internal skills and brought them out?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, cough." Sun Er almost choked to death on Zui Hongchen's words. He snorted angrily, "Senior Tang San has ascended to immortality and become a god. Where did he pass away? I only have one copy of Me here. Do you like the inner strength that Master passed down to me?"

Zui Hongchen immediately stretched out his little hand and put it in front of Sun Er's nose.

Sun Er laughed. He rubbed his soft white short hair vigorously and took out a tattered booklet from his arms.

"Although it's not as good as Senior Tang San's Xuantian Technique, this Mingyu Technique is not bad either. Practice it well."

"Mingyu?"

"My master picked it up casually because he thought it sounded good."

Zui Hongchen laughed, took the pamphlet, and read it in the sunshine.

The autumn wind blows, and the yellow leaves are like flowers.