Douluo's blood saw grass

Douluo Continent, Tai Kingdom, Basil Province.

In the 121st year of the Kingdom Calendar, at that time, the five kingdoms of the Douluo Continent stood side by side. The names of the Star Luo Empire and the Tiandou Empire were unknown. Only the vast forest named Shengluo in the center of the continent was covered with all things. The soul beasts that thrived in it were unknown. .

The territory of the five kingdoms radiates outwards with the Saint Luo Forest as the center. Looking down, the Saint Luo Forest is like a huge cake, equally divided by the five kingdoms.

The Kingdom of Tai is located in the northwest of the mainland. It borders the Far North to the north and the northern edge of the Saint Lo Forest to the south. The kingdom is headed by the royal family, and the nobles are entrusted with various places.

Our protagonist was born in Piccolo City in the southern part of the kingdom.

The breeze is rippling, and the autumn mood is strong.

The sky was a vast expanse of blue, and a group of black shadows slowly drifted across the snow-covered backs of the mountains in the distance. The sun quickly moved down, setting on the rugged peaks, passing through a vast coniferous forest decorated with silver, dividing the disk-like city not far away into black and white, and finally lazily lying on the young man in the corner of the courtyard. .

The young man was lying on a stone table, his young face shining in the sun, shimmering like mutton-fat jade.

"Defend the tower! Defend the tower!" The boy closed his eyes and muttered something.

Completely unaware of a pair of thin high heels approaching slowly.

It wasn't until a strand of long hair crossed the boy's nose that he was gently awakened.

"Who are you letting go of? Baby?" A gentle woman in a white skirt gently put a small shirt on the boy's back. She asked him with a smile.

"Ah, Mom! No, no one, just a nightmare."

"Did you catch a cold?" The young woman frowned slightly when she heard this, hugged him, and put her hand on her son's forehead.

"No mom, I'm just tired of reading and squinting for a while. I won't catch a cold. Your son is very strong!"

The boy in front of him who was busy dealing with his biological mother was Luo Sanxiang, who had been traveling through Douluo Continent for almost six years.

From being ignorant when he was just born, to slowly regaining his memory when he was two years old, and then after several years of family affection.

Not long ago, the young man now named Fang Ju finally accepted his new identity:

The only son of Fang Zhe (ze), the deacon of the Wuhun Hall in Pic City, and Tang Wei.

Before traveling through time, Fang Ju was just an ordinary good-for-nothing college student, living a happy life of relying on takeaways and never going downstairs without classes.

I remember that I had just attended a professor's lecture that day and brought back a handful of plant seeds. I heard that they were the professor's latest research results: a hybrid sawgrass that had been in space. It integrates many excellent genes of the sawgrass family, and is tough, sharp, heat-resistant, and cold-resistant...

The batch of seeds brought this time have undergone genetic mutations on the space station! Although the probability of survival after cultivation is small, they are still of great scientific research value.

After the course, the professor sent a few seeds to each student, saying that if they were interested, they could go back and study it. I didn’t know what the use of this study was, and I didn’t dare to ask. He stuffed it into his trouser pocket casually.

Sorry! Not interested!

As a result... fate always strikes people so unexpectedly: the hair dryer that had been favored by four or five men in the dormitory accidentally leaked electricity in my hand, sorry!!

When Fang Ju woke up again, he was already a baby lying in swaddling clothes...

Fang Ju leaned on Tang Wei's arm and slowly recovered his thoughts. He lowered his eyes and slowly focused on the palm of his slightly spread right hand: nine red moles of the same size were clearly arranged in the middle of the palm.

Red mole? Fang Ju was suspicious.

Looking back on the scene when I traveled through time, I had nothing but a few sawgrass seeds in my trouser pocket. The number was also nine! They were all nine. How could there be such a coincidence in the world? !

Could this be the legendary welfare for time travellers?

When he thought of this, Fang Ju couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

However, it has been almost six years, and there is still no movement in the red mole on the palm. It does not have the consciousness of other people's magical grandfather, system-obedient baby, and golden-fingered little sister.

But Fang Ju still has expectations for it (self-comfort). This is a world of martial arts. Maybe my golden finger needs soul power to trigger it?

Well, that must be the case, don’t worry, there are still two months, soon, soon...

"Weiwei, little colt."

At the threshold, with a magnetic voice, a tall and thin man about 1.8 meters tall stepped forward.

The man has a thin face, a gentle appearance, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Wearing Wuhundian's unique knee-length gray robe, a pair of long leather gloves, and a pair of felt boots decorated with silver threads with specks of snow on them.

"Dad!" Fang Ju jumped off his mother's lap and ran towards the man.

"I'm back, Ah Ze! How was your day? Did you find anything useful?" Tang Wei stepped forward and helped the man straighten his clothes.

"It's still the same as before. There aren't many martial souls with soul power. After traveling to a dozen villages and awakening sixty or seventy children of the right age, there is only one young man with a martial soul called a hatchet who has the qualifications to practice, but he has innate soul power. One-tenth of the crystal ball is not full, I'm afraid it's because of the difficulties in cultivation!" The man said with a wry smile as he picked up the little Fangju.

"Yes, the quality of the martial arts is too low, and the road ahead is too difficult!" Tang Wei also sighed.

Regarding the screening of martial soul quality, the soul master world is always simple and crude:

Depends on the innate soul power level when the martial soul awakens.

According to thousands of years of experience, innate soul power levels from 1 to 5 are ordinary martial souls. Soul masters with ordinary martial souls may never have the opportunity to break through level and become a soul master.

Innate soul power levels of 6 to 9 are advanced martial souls. Soul masters with this kind of martial soul have a bright future as long as they practice hard.

And if one is born with full soul power, or even surpasses it, then he is a well-deserved top-level martial spirit. Such soul masters are often born in large families with long-standing inheritance. There are occasional exceptions because the martial soul mutates and is caused by luck.

As the young deacons of the Bic City Martial Spirit Branch, Fang Ze and Tang Wei are both great soul masters who have obtained two soul rings. Fang Ze has reached the limit of a great soul master with level 29 soul power early, and is close to breaking through. Soul Master is only one step away.

At that time, Fang Zhe was just over 24 years old and had great potential.

Wearing a white dress and standing tall, Tang Wei is the same age as Fang Zhe, and they are in their prime. Wuhun Bailian is a rare auxiliary battle soul master with healing ability.

As a result, this couple has a high status in Piccolo, a small city where the master of the Wuhun Hall is only the Soul Master.

The couple communicated for a while, and then both eyes focused on Fang Ju's fair and tender face. "Son, you will be six years old in two months, and you will be able to awaken your martial soul. Don't you look forward to it? Dad will personally host the soul awakening ceremony for you then!"

"Wow! I also want to have my own martial spirit! Great!" He said excitedly. Fang Ju was even more looking forward to it in his heart.

Although the Douluo Continent came hundreds of thousands of years earlier than the plot of the novel, and it is impossible to catch up with Tang San, I believe that I, who is familiar with the Douluo plot, can accomplish a lot by relying on the side stories in my mind.

Not to mention anything else, the master's theory on martial arts research alone is enough to last him a lifetime, and his understanding of martial arts is hundreds of years ahead of his peers. It has extraordinary guiding significance for one's own development. The effect is comparable to bringing your own grandpa!

[Author's digression]: The author doesn't want to say anything.