Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

As time goes by, the sun sets in the west, the fiery red sunset quietly takes over the sky, and the Yang Qi between heaven and earth gradually decreases.

With his back facing the burning sunset, Yang Jian wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed steadily and regularly.

"It's about six o'clock, it's time to go down the mountain."

After that, a figure seemed to flash away, bringing up afterimages. When he looked again, Yang Jian's figure had disappeared.

His posture was strong and agile, just like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. In just 10 minutes, he crossed the steep and uneven mountain road from the top of a mountain several hundred meters high and returned to the flat terrain of Nanshan Village.

Nanshan Village is a village that mainly relies on farming and wine making. Apart from the self-sufficiency of the village, 90.00% of the food and wine produced by the villagers will be supplied to Notting City, [-] kilometers away, and the remaining [-]% will be provided by the villagers. Form a fleet to carry it and sell it to surrounding villages.

When Yang Jian was reincarnated, he didn't have a reclusive titled Douluo as his father.

He was an abandoned orphan. Although he was later adopted by the village chief, he mainly grew up eating the food of Nanshan Village and has a strong affection for it.

In the beginning, Nanshan Village's wine production and sales were not very good, because Nanshan Village was not the only village that produced wine.

However, under the guidance of a certain bully in Nanshan, intentionally or unintentionally, the village chief had an idea and developed a fruity drink, which was named pineapple beer.

Pineapple beer has a refreshing taste and does not have the spicy taste of ordinary alcohol. It is a good drink to relieve the heat in summer. It is deeply loved by nobles from all over the world, and its sales are rising steadily.

The money comes in waves.

As a result, Nanshan Village gradually became wealthy, and the villagers' pockets were full of money. It was a well-known village from ten miles to eight towns.

But as the village became wealthy, its culture had not yet caught up, and the children there were still very wild. They dug out bird's nests, dug out snake gallbladders, and jumped up and down, looking like wild monkeys.

For example, right now, at the gate of the village, there are several half-year-old children playing with mud. They fixed the mud into an inverted bowl shape, then raised it high and smashed it down hard.

There was just a bang, and the top of the bowl-shaped mud exploded violently.

Whoever's mud makes a muffled sound and makes a bigger hole when it explodes will be the uncrowned champion of this mud game.

A skinny monkey child, after the mud fell to the ground, the dull thunderous sound and the scattered mud spots made him look around and revealed "Who else!" ] expression.

Immediately afterwards, a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling appeared in the thin monkey's field of vision.

His stern eyes suddenly dropped like eggplants beaten by frost.

"Yang, Brother Yang, hehe, you want to play with mud or not, I have the best quality mud here."

"Guaranteed to hit it louder and brighter than anyone else."

Yang Jian stepped forward, looked at the mud splattered on the skinny monkey, raised his hand and gave a shudder: "He took the lead to play in the mud again, and the entrance to the village was covered with mud."

"You guys will clean up all this mud in a moment. Don't bother your parents!"

Several other half-year-old children took a step back in unison and pushed the thin monkey to the front.

"Skinny Monkey did it all. He threw the most mud, let him clean it up!"

They have all been beaten by Yang Jian since childhood. Although the children in the mountains are more wild, they are scared after being beaten all the time. When they see Yang Jian, their buttocks seem to hurt.

On the other side, Shouhou wanted to avoid Yang Jian's blow, but he felt that the fingers seemed to be attacking from all directions, and he could not avoid it.

Finally, Skinny Monkey rubbed his slightly red forehead and giggled: "Brother Yang, have you eaten?"

Yang Jian:......................

Are you mocking me, Nanshan Little Bully, for my lack of strength?

He raised his hand, twisted his wrist and fingers, and made a crisp popping sound.

"Skinny Monkey, you're on your way to success."

"Would you like to try to feel the pain again?" If he hit it hard and seriously, Slender Monkey would probably die on the spot.

Try and die.

The thin monkey hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, no, it hurts a lot."

"What I mean is, my mother is about to cook. Brother Yang, come to my house for dinner. It's fragrant chicken soup."

Finally, without waiting for Yang Jian to answer, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Mom, Brother Yang is coming to our house for dinner tonight!"

Not long after, from a wooden house not far away, a round-figured aunt with an apron tied around her waist came out. The aunt glared at the thin monkey and stepped forward to twist his ears.

"Xiao Yang, you are the only one who can control them. This little monkey doesn't even listen to what his parents say."

"While I'm cooking, I'll be gone in the blink of an eye."

"Come on, dinner is ready. Come to my aunt's house to eat."

Facing the aunt's enthusiastic voice, Yang Jian shook his head and showed a sunny smile: "No, no, Mr. Yang is still waiting for me at home. I'd better go home and eat."

"That's it. Come here often when you have time. Just tell me what you want to eat and Auntie will cook it for you."

The thin monkey's eyes lit up and he muttered: "Mom, I want to eat..."

Before Shouhou could finish speaking, the aunt reached out to interrupt him, covered his mouth, and led him into the house: "No, you don't want to."

After all this fuss, Yang Jian also walked into the village, humming a leisurely and happy tune.

"The scenery is beautiful on a sunny day, with red flowers and green grass..."

Facing the fiery red sunset and walking on the smooth brick path, he returned to a house in the south of the village.

This is the house of the village chief, Mr. Yang and Yang Kang as Yang Jian calls him.

The village chief is a level 32 soul master. He has a martial soul wine pot, which can improve the quality of wine and produce some drinks with special effects. Nanshan Village mainly makes a living by making wine, and it is also because of such a soul master. Long live.

It's a coincidence that in Yang Jian's previous life, his name was Yin Jian.

He was reincarnated in Douluo Continent, and after being picked up by Mr. Yang, he was named Yang Jian.

Hades?

Yangjian?

This is rather interesting.

"Mr. Yang, I'm back."

Yang Jian pushed the door open, and a kind old man with white hair, wrinkles on his face, and a cane appeared in his field of vision. He was leaning on a recliner and sleeping comfortably with his eyes closed.

The old man was missing his right arm and left leg, but his complexion did not look weak, but instead gave him a feeling of getting older and stronger.

"Hey, our little bully is back. Today he went to beat up some disobedient boy." The village chief opened his eyes and joked with a smile.

Yang Jian was thick-skinned and said lightly, "Rewards and awards are just yesterday's mist, not worth mentioning."

He blushed for a while when he first got the nickname "Nanshan Little Bully". After all, he got it by teaching the kids a lesson, so it was not a real skill. But over time, people in the village teased him more, and he got used to it. .

The two chatted for a while. After dinner, the village chief seemed to have remembered something and said seriously: "Little Overlord, you will be six years old soon. In a few days, the deacons from Wuhun Palace will come to hold an awakening ceremony. .”

"Do you want to become a soul master?"

Yang Jian knew what the awakening ceremony was, and he also knew what a soul master was, but a mountain kid like him shouldn't know this without information channels.

The village chief said that directly. He was actually waiting for Yang Jian to take the initiative to ask and then answer the questions as a knowledgeable elder.

Opposite me, Yang Jian's face changed, and he blinked his clear and bright eyes, showing a suitably curious expression: "Mr. Yang, what is the awakening ceremony, and what is a soul master?"

"I've never heard of it, and I don't really understand it."