Douluo's starting support

This was the first time An Qing heard Tang Hao's extremely unfriendly tone, but An Qing did not cause any trouble.

There were still things that needed to be done in An Qing's hands. An Qing handed the hoe and hoe fragments plus a Gintama coin to Tang Hao to the tall and strong blacksmith in front of him.

Tang Hao was not polite when he saw this scene. With one big hand, he took away the broken hoe and silver soul coin that An Qing held in his two small hands, and just took them away...

No change.

Tang Hao casually stuffed the Silver Soul Coin into his pocket, held the broken hoe in his palm, and raised the hoe toward the corner. With a "clang" sound of metal hitting the ground, the hoe was reduced to useless. The iron ended up in the garbage heap.

Tang Hao was also quite rude and continued to walk towards the curtain in a dejected manner. He didn't have any blacksmith style for getting paid to do things. An Qing had never seen such a person in this world, so he couldn't help but speak.

"Aren't you going to do the forging thing?"

Tang Hao's body had just slipped into the curtain, and he slowly withdrew from the curtain. When he turned around, he had already picked up a bottle of low-quality ale in his hand.

Tang Hao took a rather dissatisfied sip of ale and said to An Qing.

"Kid, it's not time yet, why don't you come over and get it when the sun shines at the door."

After saying that, Tang Hao's dull eyes blinked slightly tiredly. It seemed that even blinking was an extremely difficult thing for him, which showed how decadent this man was.

An Qing wanted to say something more to this completely irresponsible blacksmith, but he had already got into the curtain before An Qing could speak, and he looked like he was going to do it if he didn't want to.

Simply.

Facing the blacksmith with such a bad attitude, Anqing had no choice. In the end, he could only follow his parents' instructions and stay here until he got the farm tools. It was early in the morning, and it shouldn't be long until the sun shines on the door. too long.

An Qing still has too little experience and is too honest. Apart from his exquisite martial arts, it can be said that An Qing is completely like a child's mind. This is a good thing, but in some cases it can also be considered a bad thing.

Soon, Anqing began to adjust his breathing and meditate. Even if his internal strength could not break through the first level of the technique, the key to practicing the technique was perseverance. No matter how long he was stuck or how discouraged he was, he still needed to practice the technique.

As Anqing's breathing began to become evener, the pure internal energy in his body also began to wash away every meridians. His physical fitness was steadily increasing and improving evenly.

Tang Hao also saw this scene through the curtain. There is no doubt that what An Qing is doing now is meditation in the soul master world. It is hard to imagine that a child who has not yet awakened his martial soul would do such a thing.

Is this nothing to do with Tang Hao? As long as Anqing didn't bother Tang Hao, Tang Hao wouldn't even ask him what he was doing.

Just when An Qing stood quietly meditating as if he had fallen asleep, a clear child's voice interrupted his meditation.

"Father hasn't gotten up yet. If you want to make farm tools, please come over later."

An Qing folded his arms and opened his eyes as if his face was paralyzed. This action was really strange for a six-year-old child, but Tang San didn't care much about it. He said this mainly because An Qing appeared at his door. of.

At a glance, Tang San walked over carrying a small half bag of rice in his left hand and a bucket of water in his right hand. It seemed that he often did such refined movements.

An Qing stared at the child in front of him, Tang San, the son of a blacksmith.

Under An Qing's horrifying gaze, Tang San couldn't help but frown. You should know that when others observe you so carefully, they are trying to attack you. This is a big taboo for people in the martial arts world.

If it weren't for the fact that An Qing was only a six-year-old child and that there was no martial arts in this world, Tang San might have had the idea of ​​eradicating the enemy at this moment. The power of intelligence should not be underestimated!

At this time, An Qing was just as Tang San thought, he was observing all the information revealed by Tang San.

Tang San spoke up to stop An Qing's behavior.

"Please don't stare at me like that, I'll get really upset."

This should be Tang San's best reply to a slightly weird six-year-old child.

He doesn't seem very mature, nor is he very childish.

Just this sentence brought An Qing back from his thoughts, and he closed his eyes again and continued to lean against the door frame of Tang San's house and continue to meditate with his arms folded.

Just a few glances allowed An Qing to see Tang San's true identity.

‘Xuan Yu Hand is a small success, Purple Gold Demonic Eyes are a panoramic view, Ghost Shadow is a big success, and the first level of Xuan Tian Kung is at its peak. ’

These judgments were all within An Qing's control, and An Qing did not talk about these things as if he had discovered a new world.

Because there was absolutely no need for him to do such meaningless things, and he cared more about the results of his own practice than exploring Tang San's origins.

An Qing is an out-and-out cultivator.

Tang San furrowed his brows again when he saw An Qing's behavior, but soon he stopped paying attention to An Qing, this weird kid, because he would not lose a piece of flesh if he stood in front of his house.

The first thing Tang San did after entering the blacksmith shop was to cook porridge. This was what he was going to do with the small half bag of rice he had just taken.

"call."

Tang San held the tinder in his hand and blew it slightly, and the flame immediately ignited from the tinder. Then Tang San skillfully put the tinder into the cooking stove.

Although there was a ready-made flame in the blacksmith shop, Tang San would not use it, firstly because he was afraid that Tang Hao would be angry, and secondly because he wanted to exercise his abilities.

Crackling.

As the tinder was sent into the cooking stove, the firewood inside immediately burst into flames, and the flames kept licking the bottom of the black cauldron.

Next it was time for Tang San to show off his cooking skills. Tang Hao lay on the bed like a useless person while drinking with his eyes open and listening to the sound of fire outside the curtain.

An Qing was also leaning against the door frame like a still picture. Tang San was the only one working hard in this blacksmith shop.

Time passed quickly.

When Tang Hao felt that it was almost done, he put down the empty bottle of wine from the bed and got up. Tang San also cooked the porridge at this time, and An Qing also practiced the technique once. Everything was so perfect.

So three people appeared appropriately at the dining table in Tang San's home.

Tang Hao.

Tang San.

And Anqing?

An Qing sat at the dining table and stared at the porridge in the pot, not saying anything but just watching.

"Assistant at the Beginning of Douluo"