Douluo: Nine Heavens Miyin

On the small road in the mountain village, Tang Le and Tang San walked side by side. Tang San kept saying hello to others, but Tang Le just nodded slightly, which was regarded as saying hello.

But others didn't blame him. Tang Le's character was like this, restrained and quiet, which was in sharp contrast to Tang San's character. The villagers had long been used to it, so naturally they didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, they felt like this Tang Le exudes a sophisticated and ethereal aura, which is very extraordinary.

"Xiao Le, you should communicate more with others and make more friends. You are too quiet like this. Don't you feel lonely?"

"You know, I'm not good at that. Besides, brother, you are with me, isn't it? I think it's good like this now."

"Hey, I really can't do anything about you. I wonder if dad is up yet?"

"I guess he's still lying in bed. Dad has been like this since mom left."

As Tang Le said this, he couldn't help but look sad. In his previous life, his career had just improved and he had not had time to fulfill his filial piety. In this life, he lost his mother just after he was born. I can only say that this baby is really suffering.

Tang San and Tang Le lived on the west side of Holy Soul Village. At the head of the village, there were three adobe houses, which could be said to be very simple in the whole village. On the big roof in the middle, there was a wooden house about one meter in diameter. The card has a simple hammer painted on it. The hammer's most widespread representation in this world refers to a blacksmith.

That's right, Tang Le's father, Tang Hao, is a blacksmith.The only blacksmith in the village.

in this world.Blacksmithing can be said to be one of the lowest professions.For some special reason, the top weapons in this world are not forged by blacksmiths.However, as the only blacksmith in the village, Tang San's family would not have been so poor originally. However, since his mother left, his father has become decadent. The meager income at home is basically used to buy wine. .Naturally, there is no extra money to improve life.

As soon as you enter the house.Tang Le could already smell the tangy aroma of rice. It was not breakfast made by Tang Hao for them, but by Tang San.

Starting from the age of four, when the two little guys were not tall enough to reach the stove, brothers Tang Le and Tang San were basically responsible for the housework at home. This was not what Tang Hao asked them to do, but if they didn't If I do this, I'm afraid I won't be able to have a full meal. Alas, thinking about it makes me feel inexplicably sad.When he came to the stove, he stepped on the wooden stool skillfully.Lift the lid of the large iron pot.The tangy aroma of rice wafted through the air, and the porridge in the pot was already cooked.Before going up the mountain every day.Tang San would put the rice into the pot.Get firewood.When he came back, the porridge was ready.Picking up the two bowls next to the stove that had more than ten holes in them, Tang San carefully filled two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind him.

"Dad, let's go out to eat!"

After a while, the curtain of the inner door was raised.A tall figure walked out with somewhat staggering steps.

It was a middle-aged man.It looks like it is close to 50 years old.But his figure is very tall and burly, but his dress is not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, with not even a patch on it, revealing the bronze skin underneath. The originally fairly regular facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, looking sleepy, and the hair was as messy as a bird's nest. The beard on his face had not been trimmed for who knows how many days, and his eyes were dull and dim. Even though a night had passed, the strong smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown.This is Tang Hao, Tang Le's father in this world.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table and poured the porridge into his belly without fear of burning it.The dark yellow complexion looked a little more shiny. "Dad, drink slowly. And." Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand.He served him another bowl of porridge.He also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

"In the afternoon, are you going to awaken your martial soul?" Tang Hao suddenly said

"Yes, Grandpa Jack said yesterday that he would take us to awaken the martial spirit today." Although he was a little surprised by Tang Hao's question, Tang San still replied quickly;

"Well, call me when you come back," Tang Hao said in a low voice, then turned and went back to the room.

Tang San nodded when he heard it, and then continued to eat breakfast. "Xiao Le, you should eat the rest. You are growing taller. Eat more. I think Grandpa Jack will be here soon. I'm going to get ready." Tang San said to Tang Le who was eating quietly. Speaking of.

"Okay." Tang Le nodded after hearing this. He was already accustomed to everything on the dining table.Tang Le likes to be quiet, and he is even more reluctant to talk when eating. He is a little angry at Tang Hao's current situation, but he never expresses his emotions. He is an absolute activist. Although Tang Le is not Tang Hao, he still knows the heartbreaking feeling, but Tang Le dares to raise the blade in his hand. No matter who the opponent is, he will choose to face the difficulty instead of hiding under the quilt. Cry silently.

These are the different paths they have chosen. Everyone makes different choices, and their lives are naturally different.However, giving up without working hard is definitely not my character, Tang Le. "Since you are not willing to do it, then I will do it. I will never forget what Wuhun Palace has given us. As long as I have enough strength, I will do it." ," Tang Le thought, and couldn't help but speed up his eating speed.

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