Douluo: From Luo Sanpao to Creation Yinglong

On the west side of Holy Soul Village, at the head of the village, there are three adobe houses.

In the entire village, these three rooms can be said to be the simplest. On the large roof in the middle, there is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter with a simple hammer painted on it, indicating that this is a blacksmith shop.

Near noon, a thin boy came here from outside the village.

Before he even stepped into the house, Tang San could already hear the loud snoring coming from inside.

His steps suddenly stagnated.

But soon he walked into the house as usual.

He had long been used to this scene. Who knows that his father is a bad drunkard? On weekdays, if there is nothing important or blacksmithing work, he is either drinking or sleeping.

Tang San almost never saw his father in any real form.

Amidst the deafening snoring, Tang San slowly walked to the stove.

Looking at the half-opened pot lid in front of him, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

really!

When he lifted the lid of the pot, he saw that all the porridge had been scooped out.

——Every morning before going out to practice in the mountains, Tang San would put rice into the pot and make firewood. Generally speaking, the porridge will be cooked thoroughly by the time he comes back.

At this time, he will serve two bowls of porridge. One bowl for myself and one bowl for dad. The rice grains in the porridge can often be counted at a glance and are not enough to eat. For Tang San, who had a long body, that little nutrition was obviously not enough, which was why his body was so slender.

But Tang San would always take the initiative to give a bowl to his father.

But if it were the other way around, his father might not care about him.

Due to an accident today, he failed to achieve the expected cultivation results, so Tang San stayed outside for a while longer. Unexpectedly, when he came back, all the porridge in the pot had been eaten!

'Just make lunch. ' Tang San sighed and thought.

No matter what, it was his father who did this.

Even if this person doesn't care about his life or death at all, even if this person doesn't give him any fatherly love at all, he will still be filial to his father without any complaints.

——In his previous life, he was an orphan. In this life, although Tang Hao treated him badly, at least he had a relative. For Tang San, this already made him very satisfied. At least, there was someone here for him to call daddy. (original words)

About half an hour later, lunch was ready.

Tang San filled two bowls of porridge, smiled and called in the direction of the inner room:

"Dad, it's time for lunch."

The snoring gradually stopped, and not long after, the door curtain in the inner room was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with somewhat staggering steps.

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be close to fifty years old. He was tall and burly, but his appearance was slovenly. The torn robe was worn on the body, and there was not even a patch on it, revealing the bronze skin underneath, but the normally straight facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, making him look sleepy.

Her hair was as messy as a bird's nest. The beard on his face has not been trimmed for countless days. His eyes were dull and dim, and even though a night had passed, the tangy smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown.

When he came to the table, Tang Hao grabbed the porridge bowl and poured the porridge into his belly. His dark yellow face looked a little brighter.

Soon, 70 to 80% of the pot of porridge went into Tang Hao's stomach. Sighing, he placed the bowl on the table.

Then, without looking at Tang San, he turned around and went back to the house, continuing to sleep.

Looking at his father walking away, Tang San looked dazed and a little lost.

'Is dad so decadent because of mom? '

He remembered that when he first came to this world, even though he could not open his eyes to see anything, he heard a sad voice shouting: "Third sister..."

When Tang San thought about it, that "third sister" was probably his mother.

'I don't know what kind of person my mother is. Dad has become so decadent now. It must be because he loves his mother very, very, very much and can't bear to lose her, right? '

The last few words are correct.

More than two months later, Tang Hao felt that the mental attack he left behind was still not erased, and he thought his plan was successful.

When he stepped into the cave again with some excitement, the sight he saw made him almost crazy.

"Do not!!!"

Heart-rending roars echoed through the mountains.

...

...

Lake of life.

Blue Silver Emperor seedlings are temporarily placed by the lake.

Just after changing the growing environment, the small seedlings suddenly grew a lot. The slender grass blades outlined with golden threads fluttered in the wind, swaying like water waves in the sunlight.

And around the Blue Silver Emperor, the ordinary Blue Silver Grass became several times more energetic. From these ordinary blue silver grasses, faint blue brilliance can sometimes be seen quietly emerging, converging in the direction of the Blue Silver Emperor to help her recover.

Yuchen put his fingers on the leaves of Blue Silver Emperor and could clearly feel the gratitude from the other party: "Thank you~~~"

"You're welcome." Yuchen curled his lips, "I also got a lot of benefits, didn't I?"

As he spoke, another faint blue light drifted before his eyes.

However, he touched the light spot with quick eyes and hands, and then integrated it into his body.

——After fusing the soul bone of the Blue Silver Emperor, he can be said to have stolen part of the power belonging to the Blue Silver Emperor. It couldn't be easier to absorb that ray of light.

It can be felt that if enough light points are absorbed, the quality of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone may be improved and it will have stronger power.

But this is simply not necessary.

In fact, even this 100,000-year-old soul bone is just a transitional one in Yuchen's eyes and will be replaced sooner or later.

Nowadays, the main reason for absorbing this soul bone is for the soul skill attached to the leg bone - [Wildfire cannot be burned, but spring breeze blows and regenerates].

'I have completely mastered the right arm bone soul skill [Phantom]. Now, even without the help of soul bones, I can still use this soul skill. '

'After this, if I encounter a better right arm soul bone, I will be able to cut off my right arm and take out this soul bone without hesitation. Then, through the soul skill of the right leg bone...the severed limb will be reborn!'

At this moment, although his eyes have been falling on the Blue Silver Emperor, Yuchen's thoughts have already flown to no one knows where.

To be honest, the soul masters in Douluo Continent are not very smart!

Except for a very small number of soul masters who have self-created soul skills, the rest of the soul masters can only rely on soul rings and soul bones to release various skills.

Don’t they want to create their own soul skills?

I want it, but I don’t have the ability!

For example, Yu Xiaogang is actually the ceiling of IQ in this world. There are very few people smarter than him. Some people say that he just read more books than others. But if you just read more books, how could you easily fool so many powerful people at the top of the soul master world.

Tang Hao, Ning Fengzhi, Bibi Dong, Flanders, Shrek Seven Devils, etc. all truly recognized his wisdom and praised and even worshiped him.