The fragrance of bamboo leaves in Douluo Continent

six years later

Southwest Fasnuo Province of Tiandou Empire

Holy Soul Village, it is said that a soul master of the Soul Saint level walked out from here a hundred years ago, hence the name. This is also the eternal pride of Holy Soul Village.

At dawn, a faint fish-belly white rose in the distant east, and on a hill just over a hundred high adjacent to the Holy Soul Village, there was a thin figure.

The boy sat down on the top of the mountain, staring at the increasingly bright white fish belly in the east. His eyes suddenly widened, and a faint purple seemed to flash in the distant sky. If it weren't for his amazing vision and concentration, , its existence will not be discovered.

The appearance of the purple energy made the boy highly concentrated, and his eyes were fixed on the purple color. By the time the white fish belly in the east was completely covered by the color of the rising sun, the purple energy had disappeared.

The boy slowly closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

The boy sighed, fell back into the flowers, and said to himself: "It still doesn't work. Obviously the Purple Demon Eyes have been making progress, but the Xuantian Kung has not been able to break through the first level. Could it be that the world is different?" I don’t know what happened to his little dumpling, whether he has been reincarnated, or whether he has forgotten him.

This boy is Tang San, a disciple of the Tang Sect who jumped off the ghost to see sorrow. When Tang San first regained consciousness, he found that he could do nothing except the feeling of warmth. However, he did not die as expected. Instead, he came to this world through a squeeze.

After being born, it took Tang San nearly a year to learn the language here. Only then did he vaguely remember that when he was just born, he heard a rich male voice shouting "Third Sister!" heartbreakingly. He guessed that , when he was born, his mother had an accident and was no longer alive.

By coincidence or God's will, his father named himself Tang San in memory of his mother.

Tang San was happy. Just the familiarity made him fall in love with this name. There was also the soft and waxy voice of the little dumpling calling him "Third Brother" in his memory.

Coming to this world, from the initial surprise and fear, to the later excitement and now the calmness, Tang San can only attribute it to himself that he forgot to drink Meng Po soup when crossing the Naihe Bridge. This was an opportunity given by God, which he could not complete in his previous life. Maybe this time my wish will come true.

It's just that in this life, there is no companionship of his little dumpling.

When Tang San came to this world, the most precious thing was the Tang Sect's Xuantian Treasure Record in his mind.

There are only six kinds of martial arts recorded in the Xuantian Baolu, which are the inner skill of Xuan Tian Gong, the hand training method of Xuan Yu Shou, the eye training method of Purple Demon Eyes, the grappling method of controlling cranes and catching dragons, and the method of lightening the body with ghost shadow. As well as how to use hidden weapons, there are hundreds of ways to use hidden weapons.

The first five are the foundation. Without a solid foundation, how can we bring out the essence of Tang Sect's hidden weapons?

Tang San started practicing Xuantian Kung when he was more than a year old. Now Tang San is almost six years old, and he is still laying the foundation.

"It's time to go down the mountain." Tang San stood up, patted the dirt on his body, cast Ghost Shadow, and ran down the mountain. If anyone saw it, they would be shocked. A child under six years old could actually get closer with every step he took. For one foot, the bumpy mountain road is like walking on flat ground.

Tang San entered the village, his pace slowing down, like a normal child, walking into a house with a hammer on the wooden sign. This was Tang San's home in this life.

His father, Tang Hao, is a blacksmith and the only blacksmith in the village.

The smell of rice that hit your nostrils when you walked in was not made by Tang Hao, but made by Tang San before he left in the morning.

From the age of four, Tang San started cooking by himself on a small bench. It was not what Tang Hao asked him to do. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to eat enough at all. He was not a real child. He was so indifferent to Tang Hao. No resentment.

On the contrary, he cherished it even more. He was an orphan in his previous life. Except for the short-term warmth that Tuantuan's appearance made Tang San feel, Tang San's first twenty-four years were as simple as a blank sheet of paper, addicted to hidden weapons and unable to extricate himself.

Now that he has a father who is connected by blood, he is even more considerate.

Tang San skillfully took out two bowls of porridge from the pot. There were more than ten holes in the bowls, which showed that he was living in poverty. He carefully placed them on the table behind him. The rice grains in the bowls were clearly visible. Tang San, these nutrients are obviously not enough, which is why his body is so thin.

"Dad, it's time to eat," Tang San called to the back room. Then a tall man staggered out of the back room. His sallow complexion and cloudy and dull eyes made it difficult to connect him with the once high-spirited number one genius in the mainland.

Tang Hao picked up the bowl, drank the porridge with a purr, wiped his mouth, and told Tang San: "If you have any work to do, I'll do it in the afternoon."

"Okay, dad" Tang San nodded.

Then Tang San pointed to a piece of cast iron with a faint black light in the corner and said, "Dad, can I use this piece of iron?" Tang San had already begun to try to forge some hidden weapons, but the material became Big problem.

The metals used by Tang Hao to make farm tools were all sent by the villagers. Many of them were ordinary iron with many impurities, making it difficult to forge sophisticated hidden weapons.

The piece of pig iron that Tang San was referring to was just delivered yesterday. This piece of iron ore actually contained a certain amount of iron mother, which was perfect for making hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's eyes turned to the pig iron, "There is actually an iron spirit." He turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith?"

Tang San nodded, the blacksmith profession was the most suitable for him to make hidden weapons. "Dad, you are old. In a few years, when I am older, you will teach me how to make kitchen utensils and let me take over your job."

Tang Hao was slightly absent-minded, pulled up a worn-out chair, sat down in front of the piece of pig iron, and said lazily: "Xiao San, tell me what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith."

Tang San thought for a while, and said: "A blacksmith who can forge divine weapons should be the best blacksmith."

A hint of ridicule flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, "Sacred weapon? Xiaosan also knows about the sacred weapon. Then tell me, what is the sacred weapon made of?"

Tang San thought for a moment: "Is it the best material?" An idea flashed in his head: "No! It's Fan Tie!"

Tang Hao was surprised after hearing Tang San's words, his eyes became more serious, and he said: "Yes, it is ordinary iron. With good materials, the things made by those who can forge will not be too bad. At most, they are synthesizers. "Only when you use ordinary iron to make magical artifacts can you be a master craftsman."

Tang Hao stood up. Tang Hao pointed to a large piece of iron on the other side of the room. "If you want to become a blacksmith, learn forging from me. Then, you must forge it with a hammer ten thousand times. Only then can you be qualified."

It was a piece of ordinary iron, containing many impurities. It was much worse than the piece with iron mother.

Can it be made into steel? Tang San thought so.

"Father, I'm willing to try." Tang San's voice was clear and calm, but contained a bit of firmness.

Tang Hao looked at him, "Okay." As he said that, he walked over, picked up the big piece of iron, and placed it directly on the stove next to the bellows. As long as the charcoal fire was lit, it could be forged.

Waiting for the iron block to burn red, Tang San used the Xuantian Gong and dragged the big hammer that Tang Hao usually used. The Xuantian Gong circulated throughout his body and swung the hammer. "When--" The hammer collided with the iron weight, making a crisp sound.

Tang Hao turned over on the bed and murmured: "You can actually pick up a hammer. Is he born with divine power?"

After that, Tang San began to learn blacksmithing. Tang San still went to the hill every morning to practice the Purple Demon Eyes. After ten thousand hammers, he would complete it with more effort. Tang Hao was surprised by Tang San's persistence and perseverance, and also Tang San was shocked that after being beaten so many times, his hand was still extremely smooth, without even a small blister. You know, the handle of the hammer was uneven in order to prevent it from slipping.

On this day, after Tang San finished practicing as usual, he felt someone behind him was looking at him: "Who!" Tang San quickly stood up, made a defensive posture, and looked behind the big tree.

Zhutan secretly poked her head out and looked at the young man standing among the flowers. She ran away from home. She didn't expect to get lost in the mountains. After wandering around, she finally saw someone. She didn't expect the other person to react so strongly. .

Tang San looked at the little girl behind the tree and relaxed his body: "Who are you and why are you here." Although this little girl looked a little embarrassed, she was wearing expensive clothes, and she didn't belong to the Holy Soul Village at first glance. people.

"I'm lost." Zhutan wrinkled her delicate eyebrows and wrinkled her little nose, which looked so cute: "I've been walking for a long time, and finally I saw someone." As soon as he finished speaking, a grunt sounded. Zhutan's face turned red. She hadn't eaten properly for several days, all she did was eat fruits.

After listening to the little girl's words, Tang San frowned and thought for a moment: "How about you come to my house to have some food first, and then find a way to contact your parents." Although this was not a good idea, he couldn't let someone Little girl, please continue to stay in the mountains.

"Really? You are such a good person." Zhutan's eyes lit up, and his clear and bright eyes narrowed happily.

Tang San looked at the pair of eyes that were slightly similar to Tuan Tuan's and was stunned. He missed his little Tuanzi a little.

Then, as they walked down the mountain together, Tang San felt a little depressed.

"Hey, what's your name? My name is Zhutan, bamboo from bamboo, sandalwood from sandalwood." Zhutan looked at the boy beside him curiously.

"My name is Tang San" Tang San replied calmly.

Zhutan was stunned on the spot, his mind was extremely confused. His name was also Tang San. Is it a coincidence? She missed her third brother so much that tears welled up in her eyes.

When Tang San heard that no one was following him, he turned around and looked at the little girl who was stunned on the spot with her head lowered, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhutan raised his head and forced a smile: "It's okay, let's go."

When Tang San saw the little girl's red eyes, he thought she was homesick, and comforted him awkwardly: "You will find your family soon."

"Thank you" Zhutan said seriously.

Zhutan followed Tang San back home. She saw Tang San's dilapidated home, but there was no trace of contempt in her eyes, which made Tang San like her even more.

"Dad, I'm back" Tang San shouted loudly when he came home.

Tang Hao heard that Title Douluo was walking out of the back room. Zhutan knew about the strength of the Titled Douluo before he even entered the door. He felt a familiar power from this girl, so he didn't sleep for the first time.

Zhutan looked at the tall man in front of her and tried her best to raise her little head. She felt that this man was so scary, and she was crying. Should she throw herself out? She still had a smile on her face: "Hello, Uncle Tang, I It’s bamboo sandalwood”

"Bamboo sandalwood? Which bamboo?" Tang Hao had some guesses in his heart and frowned, how did this little girl get here.

"Bamboo of bamboo, sandalwood of sandalwood." Zhutan's smile became a little wider.

Tang Hao frowned and asked, "Who are you, Zhu Yangze?" Zhutan trembled after hearing this, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at Tang Hao carefully. It's over. He's so fierce. Could it be his father? Enemies.

Zhutan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, his heart skipping a beat: "It's my dad."

Tang San looked at Tang Hao in surprise. His father had never been a nosy person, but now he was talking so much to a little girl, and he didn't expect that his father actually knew the little girl's family.

"Let's eat first." Tang Hao took in the little girl's expression. He seemed to be regarded as a bad guy by the little girl. For the daughter of his old friend, let alone the Zhu family who had given him so much help, Tang Hao would naturally feel more Take care of the little girl.

Zhutan looked at the hot porridge in front of her, and her face was full of confidence. She finally had something hot to eat.