Douluo of all phases

The next day.

Outside the Holy Soul Village, the sky was just dawning, and a faint fish belly white rose in the distance in the east.

It was the same mountain where Tang San often watched the sunrise. Tang San still came here to watch the sunrise today.

Oh no!

It's cultivation.

Tang San came to this world naked. Although he had nothing to offer, he brought a valuable treasure with him!

"Xuan Tian Bao Lu"

It is recorded in it:

The method of eye training is the purple level magic pupil.

The method of lightening one's body is to lose sight of ghosts.

The method of capture is to control the crane and capture the dragon.

The method of hand training is Xuanyu Hand.

The inner strength and mental method are called Xuan Tian Gong.

As well as the essence of Tang Sect, how to use hidden weapons, and a hundred explanations of hidden weapons.

The reason why Tang San came to watch the sunrise every day was because he wanted to use the first ray of purple energy from the rising sun to practice the purple-level magic eyes.

As the sun rises, a faint purple light seems to flash between the sky and the earth.

Without amazing eyesight and concentration, it is absolutely impossible to discover its existence.

The purple energy didn't appear for long, so Tang San took the opportunity to take in all the purple energy.

Then Tang San slowly closed his eyes, and with a burst of vomiting, Tang San exhaled a breath of thick air.

After sitting quietly for a while, Tang San opened his eyes again, only to see a flash of purple between his eyes.

But this purple color did not last long before it faded away quietly.

Tang San sighed dejectedly and said to himself: "It still doesn't work. My Mysterious Heaven Skill still can't break through the first bottleneck."

"It has been three full months. Why? Even if you need to rely on purple energy to come from the east and can only practice in the early morning, the purple-level magic pupil has been making progress."

"Only the Xuantian Technique cannot break through the bottleneck, and my Xuanyu Hand cannot be improved. When I first practiced, I didn't seem to have encountered this kind of situation."

"There are nine levels of Xuantian Kung. Why is the first level so troublesome? Is it because this world is different from my original world?"

Tang San looked at the sky, and his thin body stood up: "It's time to go back."

"Tang San one by one!"

Hearing a familiar shout, Tang San's eardrums ached.

Tang San sighed helplessly. He really didn't know how a six-year-old child could run up a hundred-meter mountain peak?

Of course Tang San is not included in this six-year-old child.

Because, have you ever seen a child who can take a foot away with every step he takes?

Can you call such a person a child?

Moreover, Tang San's journey through the rugged mountains was like walking on flat ground to him.

It is even much faster than the old hunter who often walks in the mountains.

Of course, the strongest has its own right.

There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!

Tang San couldn't understand how an ordinary six-year-old child could run up a hundred meters high mountain.

By the way, this six-year-old child is Chen Xiuer.

"Tang...Tang San, I just came and you...were about to leave. I...I got up early specifically to find you."

Chen Xiuer said breathlessly. It could be seen that he was also very tired.

Tang San just couldn't understand his brain circuit. Yesterday, he said that he wanted to take revenge for kicking him. Today, you just wiped out the revenge?

"What do you want from me?"

"Didn't you say that I kicked you and you didn't want to take revenge?" Tang San said.

"ha?"

"Didn't I say yesterday that you saved my life? Let's settle everything." Chen Xiuer crossed her arms with a proud look on her face.

The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched, but fortunately he ignored Chen Xiuer and went straight down the mountain carrying firewood.

Tang San was so fast that he walked through the mountains and forests as if he were walking on flat ground.

The figure is like a ghostly phantom, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, don't go. Why are you walking so fast? Please teach me!"

Tang San was extremely fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, if you have a temper, I, Chen Xiuer, will make sure you are your friend!"

After saying that, Chen Xiuer also followed Tang San down the mountain, although it was much slower than Tang San.

But it is much faster than normal children.

Tang San's family lived on the west side of Shenghun Village. At the head of the village, there were three adobe houses, which could be said to be the simplest in the entire village.

On the large roof in the middle, there is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter, with a simple hammer carved on it.

The most widely represented meaning of hammer in this world is blacksmith.

Although the house is very simple, in Chen Xiuer's words, it is filled with a sense of art!

As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could already smell the tangy aroma of rice.

"Your father cooked for you?"

Chen Xiuer walked in right after Tang San, and Tang San could only give him a helpless look.

"That's what I did myself." Tang San simply replied.

Chen Xiuer looked at the decoration of the room wantonly.

Not to mention quite artistic.

"Your father is a blacksmith, so your family shouldn't be in such a miserable state, right? Is it deliberately designed to be like this?" Chen Xiuer asked.

"Since I was four years old, I have taken care of everything at home, including cooking. Don't get me wrong, this is all of my own free will."

Tang San's tone did not mean to blame his father, but was filled with warmth.

For the first time, he felt the warmth of his family, so he cherished this warmth very much.

Of course, the more important reason is.

Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was very lazy and very good at eating.

Every time Tang Hao cooks some rice, it's not enough for Tang Hao to eat alone, so Tang San cooks it himself to have enough food and clothing.

To have a full meal, start by cooking it yourself!

Tang San stood in front of the stove, picked up two broken bowls, carefully filled two bowls of porridge, and then placed them on the table.

"Sorry, there are no extra bowls here, just use my bowl." Tang San handed the bowl to Chen Xiuer and said.

"Ah, no need, I've already eaten."

Chen Xiuer waved her hand and rejected Tang San's kindness.

Tang San did not touch the bowl given to Chen Xiuer, but directly shouted to the back room: "Dad, it's time to eat."

After a while, the curtain in the inner room was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with somewhat staggering steps.

It was a middle-aged man who looked close to fifty years old.

But his figure is very tall and burly, but he is dressed in a way that is not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, and there was not even a patch on it, directly exposing the bronze skin underneath.

This is Tang San's father, Tang Hao!

Tang Hao didn't look at Chen Xiuer, but just grabbed the rice bowl on the table.

He poured the porridge into his belly with big mouthfuls without fear of burning it.

"Dad, drink slowly, and..." Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and filled him with another bowl of porridge.

Soon, seven to eighty percent of the pot of porridge went into Tang Hao's stomach.

Tang Hao put down his job and let out a sigh of relief.

"If you have work, you can take it. I'll do it in the afternoon, and then I'll go and take a nap."

Tang Hao's voice was very vicissitudes of life, and Chen Xiuer knew that he was a man with stories.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded in agreement.

Tang Hao stood up, turned around and walked towards the back room.

"Dad." Tang San suddenly called Tang Hao.

Tang Hao suddenly stopped, his brows obviously showing a bit of impatience.

Tang San pointed to a piece of pig iron with a faint black light in the corner and said:

"Can I use this piece of iron?"

Tang Hao said perfunctorily without looking back: "Whatever."

I don't know if it was because of the presence of outsiders, but Tang Hao seemed reluctant to talk more.

Chen Xiuer took another look at Tang Hao, and guessed in her mind: "This person is definitely not simple, and of course Tang San's past life memory is definitely not simple. If I can learn a trick or two from them...

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