Aya Qingzhu of the wind rises Douluo

Douluo Continent, southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasno Province.

Figures of one large and one small appeared on the road to the farming land outside Holy Soul Village. They were walking slowly towards the housing area ahead of each other.

Ling Qingzhu's eyes were full of curiosity, and she was full of curiosity about everything nearby.

"Grandpa Jack, what is the origin of the name of this Holy Soul Village?" Ling Qingzhu was somewhat familiar with this name and wanted to know more about it, maybe she could learn something from it.

When Old Jack heard the child ask this question, his eyes flashed with pride and he said: "Child, that was when the Soul Saint appeared in our village a hundred years ago, and the Holy Soul Village was born from it. This is the pride of our village!"

Listening to Grandpa Jack's excited tone, Ling Qingzhu nodded and searched frantically in her mind. These things seemed extremely familiar.

But I just can’t figure out what it is specifically. Could it be that my brain has become stupid after traveling through time?

At this moment, the two of them seemed to have arrived at a house near the outside of the village. There was a slightly thin boy about five or six years old.

His hands looked very strong holding the bucket, he had healthy wheat skin, his short black hair looked neat, and his clothes looked simple but extremely clean.

When Old Jack saw the child, he greeted him enthusiastically and said, "Xiao San, come here and let grandpa see how he is doing."

The child named Xiaosan turned around when he heard the call, and saw old Jack running over respectfully to salute and say hello.

At this time, a tall and burly man walked out of the dilapidated-looking wooden house and said calmly: "What's the matter with old Jack?"

Old Jack looked at Tang San and then at the slovenly Tang Hao, who couldn't help but get angry: "Tang Hao, can't you tidy up your clothes?"

"Also, is it possible that I have nothing to do and can't I come and see the child?"

"Look, the mistress has lost weight..."

Tang Hao didn't say another word. Since there was nothing to do, he swung the hammer in his hand and hit the iron in front of him. It was rare for him to be sober. He had to make money to buy wine.

"Boom boom boom!"

The very rhythmic sound of blacksmithing kept shaking Ling Qingzhu's heart. At this time, she was extremely surprised.

Why does she feel familiar with Holy Soul Village and Soul Saint? Isn't this the very popular Douluo Continent?

Moreover, those in front of me are all first-class people?

The protagonist Tang San, the protagonist's father Tang Hao, and Old Jack who dares to insult the titled Douluo?

At this time, she was extremely confused, and her whole body was frozen in place.

Didn't expect that she would come to Douluo Continent?

My brain went into shutdown...

"Zizzizi!"

At this time, Old Jack introduced the little girl next to Tang San: "Xiao San, this is the girl who lost her memory when grandpa met her by the river."

At this time, Tang San also looked over, his eyes suddenly shrinking, and the appearance of Ling Qingzhu in front of him instantly shocked him, but he returned to normal in the blink of an eye, and greeted him respectfully: "Hello, my name is Tang San!"

Ling Qingzhu looked at Tang San in front of her, took a deep breath in her heart, but said with a somewhat cold expression: "My name is Ling Qingzhu!"

A cold and ethereal voice came out, and even Tang Hao looked over curiously. Then he seemed to see something, and the hammer in his hand fell to the ground.

The whole person seemed to have lost his mind, and walked over tremblingly——

Tang San looked at Tang Hao who was so gloomy and couldn't help but said, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Old Jack watched the tall figure approaching, pointed his hand tremblingly in front of Ling Qingzhu and said, "You...what do you want to do?"

Tang Hao was seen stopping one meter away from Ling Qingzhu, kneeling on the ground with one knee, staring at Ling Qingzhu under Old Jack's arm.

Although Ling Qingzhu's face didn't change at all at this time and was very calm, she was panicking in her heart: "I, Diudiu, what is this sloppy Tang Hao going to do to a child as young as me?"

"Has it ever been written in the original work that Tang Hao was such a person?"

"Help!"

At this moment, Tang San also grabbed Tang Hao's arm and asked doubtfully: "Father, what are you doing?"

There seemed to be a bright light in Tang Hao's eyes, and a trembling voice came from his mouth: "Your eyes are just like hers, as clear as the bottom, and your appearance is somewhat similar to hers, but you are not her."

Ling Qingzhu looked at Tang Hao who seemed to be crying in front of her, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that this infatuated man must be thinking of his wife.

She thought she was going to die, but luckily she was fine.

But she also remembered the fact of scaring her so much, and she would definitely make him suffer a little when she got the chance.

I almost thought I was going back to the West...

"A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years. Meow meow, I'm scared to death." Ling Qingzhu secretly clenched her hands and looked at Tang Hao in front of her expressionlessly, thinking of Xiao Jiujiu in her heart.

Old Jack waved his arms in front of Tang Hao's eyes, and said in a bad tone: "What should I do if you stand in front of this little girl and scare her?"

"What about your brain?"

"What do you think? What do you want to do if I'm not here?"

Tang Hao stood up and walked towards the house, but when he entered, he glanced at Ling Qingzhu again.

Old Jack looked at the expressionless Ling Qingzhu in front of him and thought he was frightened. He asked urgently: "What's wrong with you, kid? Are you okay?"

"child?"

Ling Qingzhu regained her composure, looked at Old Jack in front of her and said with a slight smile: "Grandpa Jack, I'm fine."

Old Jack saw that Ling Qingzhu didn't seem to have anything serious, and his anxious heart relaxed, and he yelled in the room: "You said that a big man like you is scaring people, what is a child doing?"

"What's the use?"

"*******"

Ling Qingzhu was a little embarrassed when she saw this scene. She was so insulting. She was really not afraid of being thrown at him with a hammer.

Tang San also looked at Ling Qingzhu with some curiosity, a few strange looks flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but say in his heart: "Does this girl look like my mother?"

Old Jack took Ling Qingzhu's hand and said angrily: "Let's go. If you don't stay here, grandpa will take you to eat delicious food."

Having finished his anger, Old Jack waved his hand to Tang San and left with Ling Qingzhu.

Tang San also waved his hands and watched the two of them leave.

In the house, Tang Hao raised the curtains and watched Ling Qingzhu leave, and couldn't help but muttered: "Is it a similar flower, or is it?"

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The afterglow falls on the earth, and the last part of the day has come.

Old Jack took Ling Qingzhu to a wooden house. Although this house was made of the same material as Tang San's house, it was very new. It seemed to be very well cleaned. It was at least many times better than Tang San's house. .

"Crack!"

Pushing open the wooden fence, Old Jack told Ling Qingzhu: "You can live here temporarily from now on. Grandpa will definitely be able to support you."

When Ling Qingzhu heard this, she couldn't help but feel soft, nodded, her eyes were a little red, like a rabbit, and she couldn't help but said in her heart: "Grandpa Jack, you are such a good person."

Night falls--

There were a few dim candles on the dining table, and there was porridge and a dish on the table. Although it was simple, when she put it in her mouth, it was indeed the most heartwarming meal she had ever eaten.

"Eat more, the child will grow stronger, eat an egg!"

Old Jack's old hands trembled and took out a peeled egg from the pot next to him, with a caring smile on his kind face.

When Ling Qingzhu saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel that her eyes were a little sore, and there seemed to be tears swirling around her. This was the kind of family affection she hadn't experienced in a long time. She took the egg and said with a tearful voice: "Thank you, Grandpa Jack!"

Old Jack didn't say much, smiled, ate the carrots and nodded...