My Wuhun of Douluo is the Four Holy Beasts

Chapter 1 Time Travel, Tang San?

On a hillside, there were two thin young men. One of them looked like an old monk in meditation, with his eyes closed and motionless.

Let the midday sun shine on your skin and soak in it.

Beside him, a man was slumped on the ground, with his back in close contact with the earth. The same childish face had a little more vicissitudes of stability.

Ye Fan held a piece of blue silver grass that could be seen everywhere in his mouth, feeling a little depressed: "This is the sixth year, so unlucky, damn, why do all the time travelers in novels have all kinds of golden fingers?" , I’m the only one who came through fucking time, and I don’t have any shit, even if I’m a bachelor.”

Yes, he is a time traveler, just like Tang San next to him who looks like he is meditating but is actually practicing the Xuantian Technique.

It's just that although he doesn't have a system, because he was a disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, he has memorized many Tang Sect techniques.

As an ordinary, porn-addicted young man from Blue Star in the 21st century, he has nothing that can be used in this continent where strength is respected.

After traveling through the past six years, he was always thinking about the system and the arrival of his own plug-in.

Or maybe the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. In these years, he has not awakened the system.

"Tomorrow is the day to awaken the martial spirit. Is it really possible?"

"Ye Fan, it's time to go home for dinner." Unknown to him, the boy next to him was brainstorming at the moment. When the time reached a certain point, Tang San's eyes, closed cross-legged, opened as if pinched, and said to the boy beside him.

"Okay." Ye Fan stood up and nodded to him.

His identity is Tang Hao's son, to be precise, he is an adopted son.

Ye Fan, who was familiar with Douluo Continent, was very surprised by his identity. According to his behavior towards the latter, it was impossible for him to do such a thing after A Yin's death.

Ultimately, he could only blame it on the butterfly effect.

Of course, he and Tang San never revealed that he was a time traveler. Although Ye Fan knew it, he didn't say it explicitly.

For his younger brother, although he was adopted, he cherished Tang San who was an orphan in his previous life and had never experienced family affection.

He also indulges his younger brother in every possible way, and will agree to it as long as he can.

He never revealed that he had the skill, and he followed him to meditate on the hill.

He would inevitably ask, and Tang San would always explain in a roundabout way that it was about comprehending nature.

Ye Fan is two months younger than him, but his body and height seem to be about the same as him. However, at a glance, an uninformed person would never think that they are older brothers.

Walking down the hillside, he was familiar with the road. For Tang San, who practiced Xuantian Kung and was a master of the Tang Sect, this steep hillside was not an obstacle.

But he is different. Without the Xuan Tian Kung and those special skills, his current physical fitness is no different from that of an ordinary six-year-old kid.

Even though he was already very familiar with this place, he was still careful and it took him a long time to walk down the mountain.

Traveling through the village, the main source of income of Shenghun Village is foreign trade and the export of grain and vegetables, so from time to time, you can see some shirtless, middle-aged men pushing wooden carts out of the village.

When I returned home, it was said to be a home, but in fact it was just a simple mud house, and the outside was very filthy.

In the room, there was the faint sound of hammering.

"Dad, we're back." The two pushed open the half-open door and crossed the threshold.

"Go and cook quickly, I'm almost starving to death."

Tang Hao, who was blacksmithing, just said without looking back.

"Okay." Tang San nodded, already accustomed to his attitude, and headed for the kitchen as always.

It was said to be the kitchen, but in fact it was just the other end of the living room. Due to his height, he had to step on a small stool to reach it.

There were only some simple vegetables on the stove, and the condiment was a box of coarse salt made from iron.

Tang San quickly started to light a fire to cook, while Ye Fan came to a corner, picked up the broom, and started cleaning.

Tang Hao has not looked back until now. After he finished beating a farm tool, he picked up the kettle next to him and poured a few sips into his mouth.

He burped, and the smell of low-quality alcohol came out. It was obvious that the pot contained wine instead of water.

After a while, the meal was ready, which was just a bowl of vegetables. I scooped out the vegetables and filled them with three bowls of rice.

Tang Hao and Ye Fan happened to finish what they were doing, came to the dining table, and started eating.

There weren't many dishes, but Tang Hao was drinking while eating the dishes, as if he was treating them as a side dish.

He completely ignored the fact that the two children were still growing, and they were already used to him doing this.

Tang Hao ate very quickly, without even wiping his mouth. He just waved his hand and gave them a few instructions, then walked toward the bedroom with a swaying figure.

After a while, he started snoring like thunder.

And when he saw him going into the house to sleep, Tang San also carried the vegetable bowl and headed towards the stove.

It turned out that there were still some vegetables left in the stove.

Knowing his habits, he would deliberately leave some for Ye Fan.

Bringing back half a bowl of vegetables, Tang San smiled and said, "Eat, I kept some specially."

"Well, thank you, brother." He called his brother sincerely.

Maybe many people have opinions or even dislike him, but now that he is his younger brother, his meticulous care for him makes it difficult for him to feel bad.

No matter what he does in the future, at least as an older brother, he is qualified.

After eating and drinking, although the seasonings were simple, his cooking skills made him very satisfied.

"Hiccup~" He burped extremely inelegantly, and Ye Fan scratched his head in embarrassment.

There was no criticism for his unsightly behavior. He just watched him finish his delicious meal, then he put away the dishes and went to the kitchen.

Tang San was washing dishes, Tang Hao was sleeping soundly, and he was left alone sitting at the small table, bored. Just when he was looking for something to do, there was a knock on the door quietly.

"Here we come!" Ye Fan shouted softly, fearing to wake up Tang Hao who was sleeping, so he walked towards the door quietly.

The door opened, and it was an old man standing at the door. His clothes were shabby, and the wrinkles on his face could kill mosquitoes and flies.

He was hunched over the quilt, holding a wooden crutch, and his hand, which had almost only a layer of skin, was holding the crutch.

"Grandpa Jack, why are you here?" Seeing the person in front of him clearly, Ye Fan quickly reached out to help him into the house and helped him to a seat.

"Grandpa Jack." Tang San, who was washing the dishes, also turned around and showed him a radiant smile.

A smile overflowed from the old face as old as the bark of a tree, and there was a hint of kindness on his face. Old Jack sighed in his hoarse voice: "I don't know how that bastard Tang Hao had such good children like you two. "

(End of this chapter)