Douluo's Beginning breaks with Tang Hao

Chapter 332 Wilderness Survival Bo Saisi

Author: Canglan Qidian

Chapter 332 Survival in the Wilderness——Bo Saixi

Gu Xuehan looked into Bo Saixi's angry eyes and said calmly: "Don't tell me that you refuse again. You, an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years and is an Ultimate Douluo, will not even treat a three-year-old malnourished little fart."

Not as good as a child. As long as you don’t hate me, I will adopt your previous suggestions to rebuild Haotian Sect and give you the Heart of Poseidon for free. After all, only through the same experience can you understand the pain I have experienced."

Bo Saixi couldn't maintain his grace at all and shouted, "Gu Xuehan, you can't do this to me. I am friends with Qian Daoliu and your great-grandfather. You are Tang Chen's great-grandson and Qian Daoliu's grandson-in-law!"

"Friend? What kind of friend? Didn't you say before that you spoke well to me for Tang Chen's sake? Tang Chen's face had already been used up when you took action. As for Mr. Qian, how do I know that you and Qian

Is the old man a true friend?"

Gu Xuehan waved to the two female disciples from the Dragon Temple, "Get ready and send Bo Saixi to the wilderness to survive. Do as I said before."

A female disciple asked: "Master, you mentioned tattered furniture, how tattered do you want it to be?"

"It's simple. The shabby, smelliest, and dirtiest thatched hut in Saint Soul Village is where I lived when I was a child. You should bring a few more people to move the entire thatched hut. Remember not to disturb every household in Holy Soul Village.

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After Xue Qinghe ascended the throne, Gu Xuehan returned to Holy Soul Village once. In addition to observing the development of Holy Soul Village, he moved Old Jack's graveyard to a place in Tiandou City where the dragon energy was strongest and the feng shui was the best.

Three days later, fifty miles to the west of Tiandou City, there was a small mountain peak with a height of 300 meters. The small mountain peak was lined with green trees, and the calls of birds could be heard from time to time, creating a lively scene.

There are two dilapidated thatched houses at the foot of the mountain, and this thatched house is where Gu Xuehan lived when he was a child. There were originally three thatched houses, one for sleeping, one for thatched house, and one for blacksmithing. However, Bose

Xi didn't know how to make iron, so that building was not moved here.

There were two figures inside the dilapidated thatched house, Gu Xuehan and Bo Saixi. Bo Saixi, who was originally gorgeously dressed, had changed into the simplest cloth. There were still a few blisters on his fair jade hands, and there was no trace of any signs on his body.

Once the high priest of Poseidon Island, she had a unique beauty in the world.

During the three days of moving the thatched hut, Bo Saixi once chose to go to work in the mine, wearing a safety helmet, overalls, and straw sandals, and digging with a shovel and hoe. In the end, he escaped without holding on for even half an hour.

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As the high priest of Poseidon Island who became an Ultimate Douluo at the age of 50, he has been pampered and pampered for who knows how many years. His skin is tender and his flesh is tender. He only had a few blisters on his hands after waving a hoe a few times. In addition, they are everywhere in the mining area.

Dust, this world has not yet invented things like masks. Bo Saixi was choking and kept sneezing and crying. What frightened Bo Saixi the most was that almost all the men in the mining area were staring at her. The burning

The look in her eyes frightened her to the extreme. If she were still an Extreme Douluo, mining would be just a matter of moving her fingers. Those dust particles would not be able to enter her nasal cavity at all, and those mortals would not be able to offend her at all. But now she is just an ordinary person.

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Gu Xuehan sat on the old, dusty wooden chair and said calmly: "I respect your choice. Since you don't want to mine, then come and experience survival in the wilderness."

Bo Saixi looked around the thatched house and said with some disbelief: "Did you really live in a place like this when you were a child?"

The sofa has completely faded, the bowls are full of chips, the debris is scattered everywhere, the kang is made of stones, and there is a quilt full of patches on it that no one will pick up if it is thrown on the ground. This is no place for people to live.

The place, even the doghouse, is probably not that dirty.

"Otherwise, this place was dirtier when I lived." Gu Xuehan said lightly. When he lived, the house was still filled with the smell of inferior ale bought by Tang Hao, and Tang Hao didn't know how often he took a bath and changed it.

The clothes and body exude a stench that I don't know how to express in words.

"I have already prepared what you need to prepare, five copper soul coins, some radish and green vegetables, a small bowl of coarse rice, a little bit of firewood, rice, oil and salt. This is your start-up capital, and someone will give it to you every month.

Whether you can survive these things, or how you should survive, is none of my business."

After saying that, Gu Xuehan patted the dust on his butt and planned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Bo Saixi suddenly spoke, instinctively afraid of the impatient look in Gu Xuehan's eyes. The robbery at the Dragon Temple and the mining in the mine had already worn away part of her horns, and she no longer dared to speak in front of Gu Xuehan.

Any arrogance.

"You said before that if I managed to live for three years without hating you, you would put aside your hatred and rebuild the Haotian Sect?"

"I often keep my words, but I will never go back on the promises I made." Gu Xuehan waved his left hand, tore open the space and left.

After Gu Xuehan left, Bo Saixi looked at this place like a doghouse and murmured: "Tang Chen, you embarked on the road to becoming a god for me and never returned. After so many years, I didn't go

I have come to you, and this time I must do something for the Haotian Sect that you built with your own hands."

"Three years have passed. Xiao San is still completing the first exam. Three years to reach the seventh exam should not be enough. The God-given soul ring and the affairs of Poseidon Island will be completed by Hai Long."

Then, Bo Saixi picked up a wooden bucket and handkerchief from the cabinet, went to a creek outside to scoop up clean water, and began to clean up the dust on the house and furniture.

After everything was put together, the whole house looked brand new. Bo Saixi wiped the sweat, felt the emptiness in his belly, and murmured: "It's time to get something to eat."

Then Bo Saixi took out a white radish and green vegetables from the cupboard and began to drill wood to make a fire.

In the Dragon Temple, Gu Xuehan and Gu Yuena were practicing together. Gu Yuena opened her beautiful eyes and asked: "Xiaohan, you prepared those vegetables and rice. What if Bo Saixi really survives? You won't really

Plan to rebuild the Haotian Sect."

Gu Xuehan shook his head, "Na'er, you think too highly of Bo Saixi. It is easy for a person to adapt from poverty to wealth, but it is as difficult as climbing from wealth to poverty. If a person is really that simple, he can live in nature.

Then there won’t be people starving to death in this world all the time.”

In the afternoon, it took three hours. Bo Saixi, whose hands were covered with blisters, finally raised the fire and almost burst into tears.

Not long after, black smoke rose up in the kitchen, crackling, and the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground appeared in the kitchen. The black smoke that filled the air couldn't help but become thicker, and then Bo Saixi went berserk.

A voice sounded, "It's so hard, like carbon. Is this really something people can eat?"

(End of chapter)