Douluo's starting support

An Qing, Xiao Wu, and Tang San successfully prepared to go to the capital of the Tian Dou Empire to study at the Tian Dou Royal Junior College on the recommendation of Elder Gong of the Wuhun Palace.

Three boys and girls as young as six need to cross a distance of nearly 600 miles to reach their destination.

Information currently available to the public.

Anqing's actual age: 288 years old.

Mental age: twelve years old.

Tang San's actual age: no less than thirty years old.

Mental age: twenty-two years old.

Xiao Wu's actual age: one hundred thousand and six years old.

Mental age: eight years old.

It was such an extremely weird little team that was preparing to cross a distance of six hundred miles to the imperial capital.

outrageous.

Tang San was carrying a heavy backpack, and he was also wearing a set of relatively delicate clothes.

Xiao Wu moved her legs and strode forward with empty hands, and the beautiful long dress she had just put on swayed.

An Qing, on the other hand, was holding a board and holding a charcoal pencil in his hand and didn't know what he was doing. He was also wearing a black outfit, which looked pretty good.

The three short children kept walking through the crowd like this. Xiao Wu was also very happy. She felt that this was much happier than the path Daming mentioned.

Before preparing to leave the city, the three of them were mentally prepared.

In the noisy market, the city gate is close at hand.

Tang San's eyes were gradually attracted to a slightly weird shop next to him, and An Qing noticed this.

"What's the matter? Tang San? Haven't we already bought everything we need?"

Xiao Wu followed Tang San's line of sight and looked over, and saw that at the end of Tang San's line of sight was an antique shop with an unattractive appearance. Xiao Wu exclaimed.

"I didn't expect you, mistress, to have such an interest? Could it be that you like antiques?"

Tang San shook his head, pointed at a strange-shaped stone on the counter with bright eyes and said.

"This is meteorite... The value of the weapon is very high, but... the price will also be..."

Halfway through, Tang San felt a little ashamed and stopped talking, just because he was short of money and it was not like An Qing was a millionaire right from the start.

Yes, one hundred gold soul coins sounds like a small amount, but in fact it is equivalent to three million assets.

An Qing has never seen money, and he doesn't know much about money. He just knows that the price of a meal should not exceed five Gintama coins.

So An Qing put down the finger that had been holding the pen and exposed the board that had been covering it.

Tang San began to communicate with An Qing.

An Qing: "Tang San, the value of this piece of meteorite iron is quite good. If it is within my tolerance, I will go and get it."

Tang San: "It's just that this kind of material still requires us to forge it together, otherwise I wouldn't worry about leaving it to an ordinary blacksmith shop."

Xiao Wu didn't listen at all.

Compared to antiques, Xiao Wu still wanted to see what An Qing had done.

Aim~

Xiao Wu stretched her head.

There was already a rather childish picture on the wooden board that An Qing was holding. On it was a simple street with three people on it, and in the upper right corner was the sun that was never absent.

These three people look quite stylish, but they look quite childish, as if they were drawn by a six-year-old child.

Sensing Xiao Wu looking at him, An Qing panicked, blushed and hurriedly took the board into his arms.

"Forehead……"

An Qing was holding the board and couldn't say anything. Tang San, who was communicating, was stunned. It was the first time Xiao Wu saw An Qing doing anything other than cultivation.

She was also aroused with great interest.

"Brother Qing is also good at painting."

Xiao Wu laughed and leaned on An Qing's shoulder. An Qing was just like a piece of wood, blushing and holding the board without saying anything.

Tang San turned his head in confusion. He didn't know what happened, and a question mark silently appeared on his dull face.

In the end, An Qing was so harassed by Xiao Wu that he had no choice but to hug the board and declare.

"Let's go... buy meteorite..."

Tang San was immediately attracted by the meteorite, and he immediately ran towards the store eagerly, for fear that the meteorite would be gone.

Xiao Wu made a slight noise, but she was extremely satisfied with An Qing's shy look.

It finally looks a bit like a human being.

An Qing kept holding the childish paintings he drew, not daring to show them to Xiao Wu. This was one of An Qing's few entertainments.

When he has nothing to do, An Qing always likes to draw a painting directly on the stone wall with his hands. Although the painting is not pretty, An Qing enjoys it.

An accident happened to Xiao Wu and the other two people when they entered the door.

Tang San, who was treated as a mule, found that the backpack he was carrying was so stuffed that he couldn't get in.

"This……"

Tang San showed a look of hesitation. He felt the prying eyes of many people along the way. If it weren't for the fact that the backpack Tang San carried was too big for ordinary people to carry, someone would have come to the door long ago.

It would be dangerous to leave your backpack at the door now.

An Qing understood Tang San's thoughts and said to Tang San with a smile.

"You and Xiao Wu go in and buy it together, I'll guard it."

Xiao Wu glanced at Tang San, then turned to look at An Qing.

After that, he followed Tang San into the antique shop as if he had lost his fun, and An Qing was finally able to avoid Xiao Wu's eyes!

An Qing immediately took out the board in his arms, his beautiful eyes filled with excitement.

An Qing stood next to his backpack and took a charcoal pencil to add to the things on the street, including pedestrians walking, vendors yelling, and the owner of the inn with a dead face.

An Qing unknowingly immersed himself in creation. Even though the picture was not very beautiful, the slightly childish images of the three people in the picture were so clear.

Immerse yourself in it…

Inextricable……

Time seems to have disappeared.

Sudden! !

A calm word disrupted Anqing's regular movements.

"Be careful, your bag is going to be taken away, kid."

An Qing raised his head blankly and saw a man in his thirties, plainly dressed and with a cold-looking haircut appearing in front of An Qing.

An Qing finally regained his senses. As soon as he stopped writing, he immediately noticed someone peeping at him.

Most of them are hidden in dark corners and appear quite dangerous.

After seeing An Qing stop writing after being reminded by him, the man shook his head slightly and walked towards the city gate with his hands behind his back.

An Qing spoke up.

"Um, what's your name?"

"Name? I don't have a name, just call me master."

After saying that, the master who was about to leave turned to look at Anqing, and then.

Amazing speech.

"Child, are you going to hunt the first soul ring?"

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