[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Tang San slowly opened his eyes, a faint purple light shining in his eyes. After Ziyi completely disappeared in his eyes, a Bai Zhi's hand appeared in front of his eyes.

He held that hand, followed the opponent's strength to stand up, patted the dust on his body, looked up and heard the girl's soft voice with a smile, "Tang San, no matter how many times I see you practice, I still feel amazing Woolen cloth."

Those eyes that glowed purple in the morning light looked mysterious, enchanting, and beautiful. Looking into each other's eyes seemed to be as deep as sucking people in.

"Meng Jiang, this is a martial art of the Tang Sect, there's nothing strange about it." Tang San said helplessly.

The girl smiled and said nothing. Thinking of the cool lighting effects of various martial arts techniques from different sects in the world in her previous life, she felt that she was no less generous.

She turned to ask: "How do you feel about practicing today?"

Hearing this, Tang San frowned, showing a troubled look, "It's not going well. The Purple Demon Eyes have been making progress, but Xuantian Kung seems to have encountered a bottleneck."

"Really..." Meng Jiang nodded and suddenly said, "Actually, I have a guess. Douluo Continent does not have the martial arts in your world, but there is something called 'Martial Spirit'. Although I don't know the specific details, But I would boldly speculate that maybe the so-called martial soul has something to do with your bottleneck, maybe... the soul power here is equivalent to the internal power we cultivate."

She processed and polished the information she learned from the system and told Tang San: "I heard that people here will awaken their martial spirits when they turn six years old. Tang San, are you almost six years old?"

"There's still more than half a year." Tang San felt that what Meng Jiang said was reasonable, "What about you, have you encountered any bottleneck?"

Meng Jiang shook his head: "No. I practiced too late. I have only cultivated very little internal strength now. I have just started, so I can't support my guess just now."

It can be said that it is a coincidence that one person encounters this situation, but two people cannot use simple "coincidence" to excuse it.

She only started practicing after recovering her memory, which was more than three years later than Tang San. Even if she had great bones and great talent, she couldn't become fat in one breath.

Tang San then nodded and said: "Anyway, we'll know when the time comes."

"That's right." Meng Jiang agreed and put down the question, "After breakfast, we can go dig wild vegetables in the forest later. We have almost finished eating the ones we dug in the past few days." Then she looked at the two people's gradually thickening clothes. Sighing, "It's getting colder and colder, and even wild vegetables are hard to find. When winter comes, will we really have to drink plain porridge every day?"

"It's okay to drink white porridge. Before you came, I've been making white porridge." Tang San said. However, he felt a little pity in his heart. Meng Jiang had to cook in different ways, including fish and shrimps, bird eggs, wild vegetables, mushrooms, fungus, and even occasionally roasted sparrows, or catching some non-venomous grass snakes to make snake soup, and The other party's cooking skills are very good, so now he is beginning to feel that the porridge is bland.

It is really easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

At this point, he suddenly thought of something, and his tone became a little serious, but it didn't match his young face. "By the way, the weather is getting colder, so you can't go into the water anymore."

"Okay." Meng Jiang agreed without any reluctance. Although she was not afraid of the temperature of the water at this time, if she really dared to refute Tang San and defy him, she would definitely regret it. It would still be scary if Tang San was really angry.

"Then...Tang San, can you help me? Please ask my uncle to make me a fishhook. I can catch more fish and dry them to make dried fish. Then I will have meat in the winter. And even if it gets really cold, the river water freezes." Ice, we can also make holes in the ice.”

Don't ask her why she didn't ask Tang Hao for help in making fish hooks. She was a little timid when she saw Tang Hao.

"Meng Jiang, you've spoiled my appetite." Tang San also understood the reason, looked at her with a smile, and said, "Actually, dad is easier to talk to you than to me."

This is a girl's natural advantage, and Meng Jiang is very well-behaved, hardworking and capable, and her family's living standard has improved a lot because of her.

Now Tang San couldn't tell whether he was taking care of Meng Jiang or Meng Jiang was taking care of their family. He can only try his best to be nicer to girls.

Meng Jiang recalled how the man would stand expressionlessly in front of the hot stove and work every day, or go back to the house to sleep after drinking. When she greeted her, he would only give her a vague reply, and at most give her a look...

Meng Jiang chose not to comment on Tang San's words. He just softened his voice and clasped his hands to Tang San, "I'll leave it to you, Tang Xiaosan~"

The girl's eyebrows are picturesque, and the morning light shines into her dark eyes, like a few gold foils, softening the color. Tang San's ears tingled when Meng Jiang called out "Tang Xiaosan" softly, and his wheat-colored skin instantly became filled with a blush.

Meng Jiang rarely called him "Tang Xiaosan". Even if they were already familiar with each other, they would still call him by their first and last names. Moreover, the girl was usually gentle and calm, with a quiet temper. Even occasionally when the other party was alone, Tang San would always see those eyes. Wrapped in a faint sadness, like a dark rainy night, it made people feel distressed. At this moment, the other party unconsciously acted coquettishly, and it was because of such a small problem. There was no reason for Tang San not to agree.

And... Tang San never thought of rejecting any of Meng Jiang's requests.

He coughed lightly to cover up his momentary uneasiness, and nodded, "I promise you will."

Then Meng Jiang started to smile. It was not a bright smile, but her thin lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, but it could make people feel her pleasure.

"Then thank you, my Tang Xiaosan~"

With a word of thanks, Tang Sanfang's cheeks that had cooled down suddenly started to burn again.

During breakfast, Tang Hao agreed to help Meng Jiang tie a fishhook. After the meal, Tang San and Meng Jiang went into the back mountain again.

"I remember there is bamboo in the mountains. You can cut one to make a fishing rod." Meng Jiang led Tang San inside, digging some wild vegetables along the way, "Where is it?"

Tang San activated the Purple Demon Eyes, and his vision instantly increased several times. He observed it carefully and pointed in a direction, "Let's go there and have a look."

With Tang San's help, Meng Jiang successfully found the bamboo forest in her memory. She carefully selected a bamboo suitable for making a fishing rod. Tang San chopped it with the knife he brought and broke off the excess branches.

Meng Jiang found some bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest and dug the soil with a shovel.

"What are you doing?" Tang San was handling the bamboo behind Meng Jiang. Meng Jiang's movements were blocked by her own body, so Tang San couldn't see clearly, so he asked.

"Digging bamboo shoots, there are already winter bamboo shoots at this time." Meng Jiang explained, "This bamboo forest is too far from home, and I couldn't remember the location. I came today to dig more and add some vegetables."

She put the bamboo shoots into the basket woven with strong grass stems that she brought, and started to pick fresh and tender bamboo leaves. "Bamboo leaves can also be made into tea, which can clear away heat and eliminate internal heat."

Tang San frowned and began to doubt life: "...Oh."

Why is Meng Jiang so good at eating? Now there is even tea. How on earth did I manage to drink porridge every day? There were obviously so many ingredients in the woods, but how much did he waste?

But this is no wonder Tang San. He grew up in the Tang Sect since he was a child. Although he was an outer disciple, he had no worries about food and drink. He was a typical science and engineering geek who focused on hidden weapons. Although Meng Jiang was a disciple of Penglai, he had been in the arena for many years, so his experience was naturally much richer than that of Tang San.

But now Tang San only had one feeling, that he felt extremely useless.

So on the way back, he took everything by himself and refused to let Meng Jiang help share the burden, just because he wanted to use this to seek his own value.

Meng Jiang couldn't figure out what happened to Tang San, so he could only follow the low-pressure and menacing Tang San home with empty hands and a confused look on his face.

But halfway through, Tang San's aura dissipated and his steps slowed down. To put it bluntly, his anger was unreasonable. After all, it was the result of his innate environment. Tang San figured it out on his own. He just followed Meng Jiang and learned from him. Even if he was not good at this aspect, he could What can you do for Meng Jiang in other ways?

Meng Jiang fried a plate of fresh bamboo shoots for lunch. He had nothing to do in the afternoon. He had finished all the housework at home yesterday. In addition, Tang Hao took over the work in the afternoon. Meng Jiang felt that the sound of forging in the house was too noisy, so he took a bamboo pole and sat at the door. , began to make fishing lines.

There was thread at home, but it was sewing thread, which was too thin and not strong enough. Meng Jiang took a few strands and twisted them together.

The fishing line was not easy to twist, and Meng Jiang's hands were red and a little painful.

Tang San came out and sat side by side with her, took the thread from her hand and twisted it according to her pattern, "I'll do it, you rest for a while."

Meng Jiang gave it to him, but still pursed his lips and wiped his red palms twice on his knees, "I can't take it easy."

Tang San sighed, briefly stopped what he was doing, and rubbed the top of the girl's hair, "We agreed that I would take care of you, but look at it now, you are about to become a maid."

Being diligent was a good thing, but Tang San couldn't just enjoy the fruits of the other person's labor with peace of mind.

"You said it yourself. It's rude to come back and not reciprocate. You should take a break and leave some things to me."

Meng Jiang knew that Tang San was right, that she was abnormally diligent, but she really didn't want to be idle. As soon as her mind was empty, she felt empty and uncomfortable. This actually stems from her disapproval of the world. She can't integrate here like Tang San. She always thinks about the past.

Meng Jiang is different from Tang San. Tang San's previous life is over. He is reborn here and has the family love he dreams of. But Meng Jiang was thrown here. Although she died in her previous life, the unwillingness, disapproval, and resentment in her heart made her suffer.

But she couldn't say any of this.

The holy fire mark on his chest seemed to be burning again. Meng Jiang closed his eyes and suppressed his complicated thoughts. From the corner of his eye, he saw a scratch on Tang San's clothes.

Then she found something to do: "Tang San, your clothes are torn, go back to the house and change them into another one. Give me this one and I will sew it up for you."

"Row."

Tang San came back after changing his clothes. Meng Jiang spread the torn clothes on his legs and mended them with needle and thread.

The threads at home didn't have so many colors, only black ones. After Meng Jiang finished sewing carefully, he felt a little ugly. Although the stitches were fine, the stitches were too obvious and abrupt. She thought for a while, then simply embroidered flowers on it and used a needle to outline a few black bamboos.

"Okay, take a look, do you like it?"

The sky was getting dark, and Nu Hong was tired of her eyes. Fortunately, Meng Jiang finished the embroidery before it got dark, shook off her clothes and showed it to Tang San.

Tang San also finished twisting a roll of fishing line, took the clothes and touched the vivid black bamboo, and said with a smile: "I like it very much, it looks much better than me just patching it up."

Meng Jiang also laughed and rubbed his sore eyes, "As long as you like it."

"Meng Jiang, I've always wanted to say that you are really too virtuous." Tang San smiled and joked, holding the clothes in his arms and pulling Meng Jiang up with one hand.

"Go away!" Meng Jiang was a little annoyed. When he stood up, he raised his foot and kicked him, but the force was not strong. "Don't talk nonsense."

"Okay, okay, it was my fault, I apologize." Tang San took a step back and raised his hands to beg for mercy, his clothes hanging on his arms, looking a little silly, "I'm sorry, please forgive me if you can."

"...Hmph." Meng Jiang turned his head, but couldn't help but quietly raised the corners of his lips, "His acting skills are so bad, it's really funny.