Starting from Douluo, check out Tang San

Outside Holy Soul Village.

The sky was bright, and the white mist covered the various wooden houses that were not tall in the village.

A little boy wearing simple linen clothes ran slowly out of the mist-filled village gate.

He had wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, and even breathing. He ran towards the hill in front of him unhurriedly.

Halfway through the run, I suddenly remembered something. I stopped at the foot of the hill and looked at one of the boulders.

He saw a little boy about the same size as him lying on the boulder.

The little boy had a handsome face and very attractive appearance, but he looked lazy at the moment. He was lying on a boulder with his legs crossed and a stick of bluesilver grass that could be seen everywhere in the village in his mouth, chewing it happily. Tasteful.

"Brother Feng, you get up so early every day. Will you exercise with me today?"

He smiled at the little boy on the boulder and said.

"Mistress, please step back. I'm lying there soundly. If you keep squinting for a while, it's getting hotter and hotter. When you finish exercising, come and wake me up."

The little boy on the boulder did not open his eyes, as if he already knew who was coming, so he spoke lazily.

"...Brother Feng, can you please stop calling me by the name Xiao San'er?"

Tang San smiled wryly.

Brother Feng, his full name is Wang Feng.

A few months older than him, he was a famous slacker in Holy Soul Village.

Other little boys of five or six years old, at this age, mostly get up early to exercise in preparation for the upcoming awakening of the martial arts spirit.

Otherwise, I would get up early to plow the fields and do some farm work with my parents.

As for Brother Feng, he often lies down in the morning with a hopeless look on his face and does nothing.

However, Brother Feng was very pitiful. When he was just born, I heard from the village chief’s grandfather that his mother died due to dystocia.

Later, my father became too sad and fell ill from overwork. He died within a year.

So Brother Feng was adopted by the village chief's grandfather.

As the days passed, Brother Feng gradually realized that in addition to paying homage to his parents every year, he would not be immersed in the sadness of his parents' early death.

Although he is lazy, Brother Feng is indeed first-class smart.

Thinking of this, Tang San still looked at the little boy lying on the boulder with some admiration.

In the past few years, Brother Feng didn't know what method he had used to greatly increase the production of food and vegetables in Holy Soul Village, making the originally barren Holy Soul Village gradually become rich.

Brother Feng also erected the pillar at the entrance of the village, which the village chief's grandpa said might be the legendary soul saint's handprint.

They claimed to the outside world that this was the handprint left by the Soul Sage, and they also made up a lot of stories that were so magical that as long as they came to pay homage and touch them, they would have the possibility of becoming a Soul Sage in the future!

It attracted many surrounding villages, even from Notting City, there were often tourists who came to the village to pay their respects.

The originally remote and barren Holy Soul Village was transformed into a small town within two years.

Even his father said that this kid Feng has a different mind than others... he is smart and sensible.

The whole village liked him.

But that's a bit too lazy.

"Don't call me mistress..." Wang Feng thought for a while, "Could it be called eldest son?"

"..." Tang San was speechless, "Let's call you Xiaosan, Brother Feng, I'm going to train first."

With that said, Tang San waved his hand and quickly climbed towards the hill in the distance.

Although he is small, his hands and feet are very nimble. In front of him, a hill over a hundred meters high seems like walking on flat ground.

In just a few minutes, we climbed to the top of the mountain.

"As the saying goes, three points are destined, seven points depend on hard work...90 points depend on golden fingers... Being the protagonist of Douluo Continent is just different..."

Wang Feng looked at Tang San's neat skills with an expression that was just like a lemon.

Is this what a six-year-old boy should have?

Like himself, let alone climbing up, he would be kicked to death after running for a while.

"They are all time-travelers...Xiao San, you are a strong man reborn..."

Wang Feng sighed leisurely, "I'm different, I'm reborn as a weakling... How can I, a small house owner in the 21st century, travel to the world of Douluo Continent? Even if I travel, I still travel in It’s just a supporting role.”

"You won't even give me a golden finger. How can I play with it?"

Yes.

Wang Feng is also a time traveler, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, he is much inferior.

There is no heaven-defying background, no Ding Ding system, and no awesome martial arts spirit...

Of course, Wang Feng was extremely eager, but no!

Therefore, after six years of hard work, Wang Feng could only rely on the wisdom of his previous life to reluctantly improve the Holy Soul Village so that he and the people in the village could live a little more comfortably.

"Soon, the official plot of Douluo Continent will begin, and the tool man Su Yuntao should be here soon... If I awaken some sickle martial spirit or hoe martial spirit, I might as well hit my head on the tofu and be killed directly. "

Wang Feng chewed the blue silver grass and looked at Tang San who was on the hill, breathing in and out, practicing the Xuantian Technique and the Purple Demon Eye.

In the eyes, there is incomparable envy

He sat on this huge rock every day, watching Tang San practice, just wondering if he could secretly learn a move or a half.

It's a pity that he is not a genius and has no perspective.

After looking at it for more than a year, I still can’t see anything.

But watching Tang San slowly become stronger, there were baskets of lemons and baskets of lemons.

"Those Douluo fan novels I read in my previous life, you just want to become a brother with Tang San, and they will teach you all the secrets of Tang Sect... What a bunch of random stuff!"

When Wang Feng thought of this, he suddenly cursed those authors of the abominable Sabi.

This Tang San is not a six-year-old child, but a genius who has tricked many high-level officials of the Tang Sect. He can also create the Tang Sect's highest hidden weapon, the Buddha's Furious Tang Lotus, and learn the Tang Sect's highest internal strength.

Still an adult soul!

Not even his father, Tang Hao, mentioned this Xuantian Baolu.

When he was six years old, he kept it as the biggest secret.

How could I tell you an outsider?

He also just traveled to Douluo Continent not long ago. Even if you are a biological brother, Tang San might not pass it on to you.

"I really want to go back... Hey, I don't have a mobile phone, I don't have a computer, I can't browse Douyin, I can't play games, S9 doesn't know whether G2 won or FPX won."

Wang Feng sighed.

Over the past six years, he has thought about going back all the time.

If he had a golden finger, Wang Feng felt that he would definitely have great ambitions, travel across the world in Douluo Continent, fight fiercely in all directions, marry several beautiful girls, create a great reputation, and leave a legendary story...

No?

Forget it, salted fish.

After a while, as the sun began to rise in the sky, purple clouds fell on the earth, as if it was covered with a layer of bright clothes.

Wang Feng also felt a touch of warmth.

"That guy, Xiaosan, should be almost finished practicing, right?"

As soon as Wang Feng finished muttering, he saw Tang San walking down the hill in high spirits.

"Brother Feng, why are you still holding Blue Silver Grass in your mouth?"

Tang San looked at Wang Feng who was still lying on the boulder, basking in the rising sun, and said helplessly.

"Why, you still look down on Bluesilver Grass?"

Wang Feng chewed a few times.

"After all, this is...the most ordinary grass."

Tang San thought seriously and said, "However, even though it is an ordinary grass, its vitality is also the most vigorous and tenacious. In this regard, Blue Silver Grass is not ordinary. I don't mean to look down on it."

Hearing these words, Wang Feng looked at Tang San dumbly.

As expected of the protagonist, he is different from other brats, and he can say these profound words.

"That's right, so I have decided, Xiaosan, your martial spirit from now on will be Blue Silver Grass!"

Wang Feng said lazily.

"Brother Feng, you are too damaged..."

Tang San smiled bitterly, "Curse me!"

After all, this is the most common plant grass. Tang San still hopes that his martial spirit will be a little better...

"However, the martial spirit can only appear after it is awakened. Brother Feng, you are not talking about it..."

Tang San left with a smile, not forgetting to turn around and say, "Brother Feng, remember to go back to the village for dinner."

Wang Feng watched Tang San go away with a silent expression, sighing quietly, feeling sour in his heart.

It was also at this time.

"Ding, the plot of Douluo Continent has officially begun... Congratulations to the host for checking in for the first time and getting the item: Meteor Tears!"

"Note, the items will be delivered to the host in a realistic way. It is expected to arrive tonight... Please pay attention to check."

"Next check-in location: Holy Soul Village, Martial Soul Hall! If you can check-in with full innate soul power, additional mysterious martial arts will be triggered! I hope the host will work hard to improve!"

boom!

As this voice sounded in his mind, Wang Feng jumped up from the boulder like a cat with explosive hair!

Face flushed with excitement...

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