Douluo Qingmei Qian Renxue, the starting soul ring becomes soul vein

Chapter 99: Tang San is still fighting for his life

In the province of Fasno, on the outskirts of Nottingham.

Holy Soul Village.

In a dilapidated blacksmith shop.

There was the sound of hammering iron.

"boom."

A figure, tall but reeking of alcohol, with messy hair, like a messy bird's nest on a tree.

With his unshaven beard, there was no emotion in Tang Hao's eyes.

He threw the hammer on the ground, carried his heavy body, and slowly walked towards the wooden bed next to the boiler.

There were stains of dark and yellow grease on the wooden bed, which was obviously caused by someone staying on it for a long time without taking a shower.

Tang Hao lay down casually, his voice low:

"10 Bronze Soul Coins, just give them to the kid next to you."

"Your work is too bad. Can it kill weeds?"

Looking at the crooked sickle in front of him, the farmer looked disgusted.

"Ok?"

Tang Hao sat up, a dangerous look in his eyes.

Although he was extremely sloppy, his still sturdy figure, face, and the aura of a soul master.

It still managed to calm the farmers down.

"Well, it's fine as long as it works, it's fine as long as it works"

The farmer cursed inwardly, picked up the sickle that looked uncomfortable, threw 10 bronze soul coins to the child beside him and ran away.

If you weren't the only one doing blacksmith business here, I would have come to you because I had nothing better to do!

Chao, next time I will go to the city to make something, and next time I come here I will be a dog, making money for you, but you give me shit!

"snort."

Tang Hao snorted and lay down again.

The dark fingers pointed at Tang San who was stealing, no, taking the remaining iron blocks beside the boiler.

"Go and use that copper soul coin, bring me some wine, and ask the store to bring me another serving of peanuts."

Tang San, who was thin and dressed very simply, nodded.

Even if the person in front of you has just come into this world, he will fill your mouth with boiling hot porridge, burning your throat.

It took two years of practicing Xuantian Gong to recover from his injuries.

Even though he had never cared about me, cooking and washing clothes had been completely left to me since I was able to stand and walk.

Even though he never called me son.

Even though he was drinking and debauched all day long, his family remained poor.

I could never harbor any resentment towards him.

Because, this is his, Tang San’s father.

No matter whether he did anything wrong or not, no matter how he treated me, I only knew one thing.

That is absolute obedience and absolute forgiveness.

In my previous life, I never enjoyed my father’s love, but in this life, I must cherish it!
Everything I have suffered before and now is a test and spur from my father, and it is absolutely the right thing to do!

"Dad, do you still want to spend it all?"

"Um--"

Tang Hao's voice was weak, and not long after he responded, a faint snoring sound was heard.

Tang San remained silent and sighed in his heart. He couldn't save even a single bit of this money.

Without funds, my father would not be able to add raw iron, and I would not be able to store the necessary raw materials. When would the Tang Sect's hidden weapons be able to reappear in the world?

"Dad, there is no rice at home"

Tang Hao's snoring stopped, and his tone seemed a little tangled:

"Then take out four coins, oh no, three will be enough, and go buy some rice. And as for firewood, don't buy it, go up the mountain and chop some, and remember to come back at noon to cook."

Tang San, who was just four years old in this life, pursed his lips:
"Okay, Dad."

Soon, Tang San set off.

In one morning, he had to go up the mountain to chop firewood, go down the mountain to buy rice, wine and peanuts, and return to the blacksmith shop before noon to make lunch for Tang Hao.

The heavy axe seemed too big in the hands of the four-year-old Tang San.

Tang San was panting as he waved the axe in his hand with great effort.

I don’t sleep well, I don’t eat enough, and I still have to work every day.

Even prison is better than his current life.

Tang San looked around for a while, and the next moment, the Xuan Tian Gong was activated, and a faint white light flickered on his hands.

"boom!"

The trunk of the dead tree was chopped down by Tang San.

Tang Hao's eyes were cold in the dark. He had noticed something was wrong with Tang San some time ago.

A young child could actually survive such a battle without crying or making a fuss.

Although I didn't pay attention to it at first, I was shocked when I realized that there was something wrong with the porridge I fed him.

The injuries to his throat and lungs healed on their own even though I had never seen a doctor for him.

There was also his cultivation method that came from nowhere, and his strange behavior of going to the mountains every day to turn his eyes purple.

It was impossible for Tang Hao not to feel confused.

Tang Hao exhaled and shook his head indifferently:

"No matter who you are, it has nothing to do with me. I look forward to the day when your martial spirit awakens. It's best not to let me down, otherwise..."

A cold look flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He reappeared in the blacksmith shop in a flash. He lay on the broken bed that was dripping with oil and closed his eyes.

Tang San, who was collecting firewood, was suddenly startled. He found an iron nail in his hand and looked around in panic.

"What a horrible feeling! I actually felt like I was about to die. What just happened?!"

Tang San swallowed his saliva, frowned, and moved his two little feet little by little, walking down the mountain.

After a battle of wits and courage with the air, Tang San finally returned to the foot of the mountain.

He looked at the woods on the mountain with some doubt, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes:
"Damn it! Don't let me know who or what it was just now. Otherwise, hmph, you'll be doomed!"

Walk towards the shops in the village.

"Boss, give me six copper soul coins for drinks and three copper soul coins for rice."

The boss sighed and looked at Tang San, who was not even as tall as the table, and had a bamboo basket on his back that was as tall as himself.

He shook his head: "Okay, wait and I'll get it for you."

Tang San's soft voice came again:
"Boss, can you give me some peanuts?"

The boss was stunned and looked at the leftover food of the customer at the seat in front of him.

"You can take all the remaining peanuts on that table. I won't charge you for that."

Tang San's eyes lit up. This saved another copper soul coin. Great!

A copper soul coin, you can never spend it all in your lifetime, lifetime.
Looking at him carrying a bamboo basket, walking unsteadily and slowly.

Tang San kowtowed with every step he took, and the boss grinned and shook his head continuously.

Both of them are freaks.

The old man is not like a father, he gave birth to a child but did not raise him.

Little one, you are even more sick in the brain. He treats you like this, and you are still trying to please him like this?
Simply.

I wanted to help you get something before, but you actually refused, saying that your father said I had to take it back myself and that helping him would be going against him.

It's simply insane. Since that time, I have never taken the initiative to help him again.

When Tang San returned home, he was covered in sweat and felt a little dizzy.

He hurriedly put down the bamboo basket on his back and wanted to drink some water first. When he came to the water jar, he found that the water he had just used up was used up.

After a moment of silence, Tang San picked up the wooden barrel beside him and walked towards the river with pauses.
(End of this chapter)