Douluo's cold blade

Chapter 1 Survival
"Sister, I'm hungry, can you give me something to eat?"

"Uncle, can you give me some food, I haven't eaten for two days."

"Auntie, can you give me a piece of bread, I haven't eaten for two days, I'm hungry."

In the small city of Dinglan, a delicate voice spread in every street in the city.

He can be seen everywhere in the streets, alleys, and he begs passers-by.

But these people just looked at him with their cold eyes, no charity, no food for him, no hope of life for him.

Some people even spurned him, spitting phlegm beside him, and opening their mouths to spit out fragrance.

But he didn't care, ignoring the disgust of passers-by, seeking and praying one by one.

It goes round and round, without beginning or end.

His name is Han Ling, he will be six years old in a few days, and he is an orphan.

Every day, the task is to find food in small towns to fill his stomach. He has no great dreams, but only wants to see the dawn and dusk of tomorrow.

He doesn't remember his parents, or how he got here.

When he opened his eyes, he turned into a child, and there was a note beside him with his age and name on it.

Perhaps what was written on this note was left by his biological parents. It is also a kind of hope that Han Ling can have a good start if he is picked up.
However, Han Ling did not use the name on the note, but the previous name, Han Ling.

"Go away, don't enter our shop, bad luck."

Just as Han Ling walked into a hotel, before he could speak, a clerk cursed at him.

His eyes were dim, and he was scolded countless times, but he didn't care, walked out of the store, and continued walking towards the next target.

This is Han Ling's third year as a beggar. If there were no wild cats and dogs looking for food for him, he might have died, but fortunately, he didn't die and lived well.

He didn't want to die, he had resentment in his heart, and vowed to live a good life.

In the past three years, he picked up garbage for food, which caused his nutrition to not keep up. Although he was five years old, he looked only about three or four years old, and the clothes on his body were torn, which made him look even more pitiful.

He has eaten big meals and worn clothes without holes, but that was once, because he didn't want to be beaten and scolded every day, or even lose his life, so he escaped, which made him always taboo to live under other people's houses.

Walking out of Dinglan City silently, Han Ling's petite body became even thinner.

Today is a day of nothing, no food, no charity, but a waste of energy, now I am a little hungry, and I feel weak all over my body.

His mind was confused, and he walked along the path, which was the only way to the village attached to Dinglan City.

Whenever he was desperate, he would go to some small village, because only there would he have food to fill his stomach, but the method of obtaining food was dishonorable.

Half an hour later, he saw a field of crops by the side of the path.

The scene he hadn't seen for a long time made his mind froze immediately, and he recalled the dinner that filled his stomach a few days ago.

Seeing that there was no one around, Han Ling rushed in quickly.

"corn!"

He looked up at the corn that was taller than himself, and his mouth was itchy.

Without hesitation, Han Ling broke off the corn stalks, removed the wrapped corn, opened his mouth to eat without any extra hair.

In the past, he even gnawed on moldy noodles, and even competed with cats and dogs for food. He was not afraid of these, let alone raw corn.

He ate very quickly, finishing a corn in a short while, and then continued to repeat the previous action and continued to enjoy.

After an unknown amount of time, he dropped the corn cob in his hand and sat on the ground to rest.

"The little guy eats a lot, but do you know that your behavior is stealing?"

Suddenly, an old Lin's voice appeared behind Han Ling.

Han Ling was startled at first, then turned his head and said weakly: "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. I'm too hungry. I haven't eaten for two days, so I couldn't hold back."

Ma Shangfei looked at Han Ling and knew roughly who he was, so he didn't scold him and said, "I can hire you to look after the cornfields for me. The salary is daily board and lodging. Do you think it's possible? stay."

Han Ling was slightly taken aback, then nodded: "Okay, I can help grandpa take care of the cornfield, but there is a premise that I am not allowed to do other things."

Han Ling's eyes are very clear, giving people a feeling of innocence, which is very rare among homeless children like him, so Ma Shangfei agreed.

He is the head of the village, and his family is considered wealthy. He earns dozens of copper soul coins every month, and he is not afraid of being eaten by Han Ling.

"Our village is called Fenghuang Village. It is said that a phoenix martial spirit appeared in our village hundreds of years ago, so we named it Fenghuang Village."

Ma Shangfei took Han Ling to his house, and explained to him on the way: "But in our village... hey, some kind of mutation has taken place in the martial spirits in the whole village. They are no longer phoenixes, but have no attack power at all. grass chicken."

Listening to his words, Han Ling thought of Ma Hongjun, the special spirit that mutated in Caoji Village.

"Grandpa, I am also in my 60s. There is no one at home. When you get home, dress yourself up and don't let yourself be down. There are many times in a person's life when they are down, but it depends on when."

Han Ling's current appearance, apart from looking embarrassed and pitiful, didn't seem to have any effect.

But this is not his fault, who told him that he is an orphan without parents!

Fenghuang Village is not big, with only a hundred households. Han Ling followed Ma Shangfei and walked forward. He saw many people coming and going, and they all looked at him curiously.

"Xiao Han, how old are you this year, have you awakened your martial soul?"

Han Ling shook his head and said, "I'll be six years old in a few days, and I haven't awakened my martial soul."

"Happy six years old, you can awaken your martial spirit."

Ma Shangfei smiled and said: "In half a year, the adults from the Wuhun Temple will come to our village, and then you can awaken the Wuhun."

It is said that it is half a year, but Ma Shangfei has no idea how long it will be, but it will be in the next few months!

after that,

Han Ling went to Ma Shangfei's house, washed up first, and then changed into suitable and clean clothes.

Originally, Han Ling was going to arrange a room, but Han Ling didn't want to be so troublesome, and said that he could just build a hut by the cornfield, and he didn't pay attention.

But Ma Shangfei did not agree, saying that it is troublesome to build a hut, and you have to hire someone to build it, and you need sun protection and rain protection. How can you have the money to build it for you.

Han Ling was speechless and reluctantly stayed at the village chief's house.

He works very simple every day, wandering around the cornfield all the time, he doesn't care about anything else, he only cares about his work.

But the corn was officially harvested a month later, and Han Ling was free.

There's no other way, the targets of work have been trafficked, and it's strange for him not to be idle.

But he also met a very coquettish fat man in the village, his name is Ma Hongjun.

(End of this chapter)