The Dark God of Douluo descends

Chapter 5 Tang San
When Sunan arrived at Xiaoshanbao, he saw a thin figure sitting cross-legged on a stone, as if meditating.

Taking a closer look, it was a child who was only five or six years old. Obviously, he was often exposed to the warmth of the sun, his skin was a healthy wheat color, his short black hair looked neat, and his clothes were plain but clean.

Sunan hesitated for a moment, then walked under a tree and began to do exercises.

Two children, each doing his own thing, without interfering with each other.

The child opened his eyes and glanced at Sunan during the period, with a flash of surprise in his lavender eyes, and then observed Sunan for a while, and found that he was concentrating on exercising, and he did not stop for an hour after exercising , could not help but secretly startled.

The kid should be as old as him, right?
Perseverance is astonishingly greater than that of adults, which is really rare.

Sunan noticed that the child was looking at him, and smiled back, and the child also nodded.

For some reason, Sunan felt that the child had a little intimacy.

Thinking of this, Sunan began to stretch his body, and after relieving the sore muscles, he walked up to the child and said with a smile, "My name is Sunan, from Lijia Village, what's your name?"

The child stood up and said: "My name is Tang San, from Li Family Village, what are you doing here?"

Sunan said: "My village chief has something to do with the village chief of Shenghun Village, and he asked me to follow him. It's just that I'm not interested in what they talk about, so I came here to exercise."

Tang San asked suspiciously: "Su Nan, do you exercise regularly?"

"Uh, almost. You are from Holy Soul Village."

"Yeah." Tang San nodded.

"There is a blue silver grass soul master with innate soul power here, who just awakened yesterday, do you know?" Sunan asked.

"Is there anything you want from him?" Tang San's tone changed, a little cautious, although only slightly, Sunan still noticed it.

Sunan smiled, "I want to make friends with him, you should know him, right?"

Tang San shook his head: "I don't know."

Tang San couldn't guess what Sunan's identity was and what his intentions were. He was very cautious and possessed a calmness different from that of an adult, which Sunan also discovered.

Sunan sighed secretly.

He asked passers-by, but no one knew about the child born with full soul power.

However, he was sure that the head of Holy Soul Village must know.

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Do you really want to make friends with him? You should also know that Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit and has no future in cultivation. Even if it is congenitally full of soul power, it will be very difficult for future soul power." Advance half a step."

"Waste martial soul? There is no waste martial soul in the world, only waste soul masters."

Sunan patted Tang San's shoulder, "Which of us can be sure about the future? God gave him innate soul power, and gave him the Blue Silver Grass Wuhun, isn't it for him to carry forward the Blue Silver Grass Wuhun?" How interesting would it be if a crippled martial soul became the pinnacle of the continent!"

He didn't know that Tang San was the child of the Blue Silver Grass with full spirit power.

It's just that seeing him hit it off, I explained some truths to him.

The reason he said is very simple, just like an ordinary wooden stick, different people can use it with different effects, some people can use it to kill thousands of enemies, while others can only use it as a firestick.

"There is no waste spirit, but only waste soul masters?"

Tang San murmured, bright luster flashed in his eyes.

"I'm going to exercise, today's plan has not been completed yet."

Sunan bid farewell to Tang San and continued to exercise.

Tang San looked at Sunan's sweaty back, and sighed in his heart: "Sunan? It seems that there will be another strong man who is not ordinary in the future of the mainland."

Sunan's words completely inspired Tang San's fighting spirit.

After Sunan finished exercising, he found that it was already noon, and after touching his hungry belly, it was time to eat.

At this time, Tang San stopped him, "Su Nan, if you don't mind, come to my house for dinner."

Sunan asked, "Oh? Is this okay?"

Tang San nodded, "As a reward for you."

If there is no Sunan, Tang San is still a little confused, whether he should cultivate Blue Silver Grass.

"My appetite is huge, are you full?"

"Tube."

The two returned home, and Tang San started cooking.

Seeing Tang San stepping on the wooden bench, lifting the lid of the big iron pot, and cooking by himself, Sunan thought that his sister or parents would prepare food for him every time he went back, so he wondered: "Did you family?"

While cooking porridge, Tang San said: "Yes."

Sunan said: "You are different from ordinary children."

Tang San said: "Aren't you the same?"

These two sentences came out of the mouths of two children, and it felt extremely weird.

After the porridge was ready, Tang San poured three bowls of porridge and brought them to the wooden table with chopsticks. Sunan noticed that the bowls were extremely dilapidated. There were four or five gaps in the bowls, which looked like bowls used by beggars for begging.

The rice grains in the porridge can already be counted with fingers, and the bowl of rice given to him is quite a lot.

The other two bowls of rice grains were even less.

After Tang San set the table and chopsticks, he called into the room: "Father, it's time to eat."

After a long while, the curtain of the door was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with a staggering pace.

It was a middle-aged man who looked to be close to 50 years old, but his figure was very burly, but his dress was too sloppy, his beard and hair hadn't been trimmed for an unknown period of time, and his dull and drowsy eyes looked at Su After taking a look, Chen walked to the wooden table and sat down.

The strong smell of alcohol came to my face.

Sunan frowned, glanced at the jug on the wooden cabinet, and sighed.

According to his thinking, Tang San's family should not be poor, but the alcoholic father used all his income to buy wine and drink, and he didn't care about his children, so this is still a father?

Looking at your eyes, I don't deny that you have any difficulties.

It's just that the difficulties belong to the difficulties, and the pain belongs to the pain. Don't impose these on the children.

After Sunan drank a bowl of porridge, Tang San naturally took his bowl and filled another bowl of porridge. This grade group can do such a large amount of exercise, and they must need a lot of food.

Tang San still knew this.

"Little San, how did you knock on that iron lump?" Tang Hao asked after finishing his porridge.

"It's not the size of a fist yet." Tang San said.

"Ah."

After Tang Hao vaguely agreed, he went back to the house and lay down to sleep.

Sunan noticed Tang Hao's words and asked, "Are you knocking on the iron?"

Tang San nodded, "There is still porridge in the pot, you are not full yet, go get another bowl."

After finishing speaking, Tang San walked up to a [-]cm iron lump, skillfully lit the charcoal fire, pulled the bellows, the bellows whirring sounded, Tang San picked up the hammer, and began to strike the iron lump continuously.

The speed at which he swung the hammer was very fast, which was beyond Sunan's expectation.

You must know that the hammer looks very heavy, and even an adult may not be able to swing it.

Sunan looked at Tang San who had only drank a bowl of porridge, thinking that Tang San probably wanted to leave the rest of the porridge to him, Sunan sighed and walked to Tang San's side.

In his life, he hated being in debt to others.

(End of this chapter)