Douluo: Let Tang San fuse the ten-year spirit ring

Chapter 10 Tang San is in need of love
When the light of dawn quietly breaks through the curtain of darkness, the sky presents a hazy scene, that is the moment of dawn. The edge of the sky seems to be smudged with a layer of light gray by a soft brush, gradually spreading to the entire sky. The stars gradually disappear, and the crescent moon is still there, but it also looks a little dim in this weak light.

On a small hill only a hundred meters high adjacent to the Holy Soul Village, a figure like a thin dog was sitting quietly on the hill.

He was five or six years old, with a slightly dark skin, but he looked healthy.

She had short black hair and a simple outfit with a few patches on it.

This person was Tang San, who was chased like a dog after his theft was exposed. With no way to escape, he jumped off a cliff and committed suicide.

A hint of paleness gradually rose on the eastern horizon.

Tang San quickly perked up, breathing evenly, his eyes fixed on the white fish belly.

Suddenly, Tang San's eyes widened. In the gradually brightening fish belly white, a faint purple aura flashed barely perceptible. If he had not been focused enough and had such amazing eyesight, he would never have been able to spot that hint of purple aura.

Tang San subconsciously held his breath, staring intently at the faint purple air. The purple air lasted for a very short time. When the pale sky in the east was covered by the morning sun, the purple air disappeared completely.

Tang San then closed his eyes and exhaled a breath of foul air.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a faint purple flash in his eyes, but this phenomenon did not last long and disappeared quietly.

Tang San sighed, shook his head, and said to himself with a helpless look on his face: "It still doesn't work. So far, I still can't break through the first level of Xuantian Gong."

"The bottleneck of Xuantian Gong cannot be broken through, and my Xuanyu Hand can only stagnate and cannot be improved.

But even the Purple Extreme Demon Eye, which can only be practiced in the morning with the help of the Purple Qi from the East, has been making progress, so why is the Mysterious Heavenly Art stuck? What went wrong?

When I first started practicing, I didn't have any problems like this when I entered the second level from the first level. Xuan Tian Gong has nine levels in total, so why is the first level so troublesome?

Could it be that Xuan Tian Gong cannot be practiced in this world?"

……

"It's time to go back."

Tang San sat on the top of the mountain for a long time, until it got dark, then he got up and ran down the mountain.

If anyone saw him at this time, they would be shocked.

Among the bumpy mountains, Tang San's figure moved freely like a nimble wild boar.

His steps were light and steady, as if the rugged mountain road under his feet was not an obstacle to him, but an interesting challenge.

Easily avoid roadblocks along the way and move forward quickly.

To the west of Holy Spirit Village, there are three very simple mud houses, which are Tang San’s doghouse.

As we all know, Tang San's mother died early, and he lacked love since childhood.

Therefore, he has been dependent on his father Tang Hao since he was a child. Although Tang Hao did not raise him as a human being, Tang San has always been loyal to him and has been very filial to him.

As soon as I entered the house, the smell of food hit my nose.

Before going out, Tang San made breakfast.

Every morning before going out, he would put the rice in the pot and prepare the firewood.

This way, when he comes back, the rice porridge will be cooked.

Since he was four years old, the task of cooking has fallen on Tang San.

It was Tang San who took the initiative to do this, because when Tang Hao cooked, he was often hungry and the food was not enough. In order to avoid going hungry for nine meals in three days, Tang San took the initiative to pick up the spatula.

Once you take it, there will be no chance to put it down.

Tang San came to the stove, but he was not tall enough, so he could only stand on a stool.

The little hand reached for the pot lid and gently lifted it. A cloud of hot steam with a strong rice aroma instantly rose up. Through the hazy hot steam, you can see clearly what is going on in the pot.

I saw that the rice porridge in the pot had been cooked into a mush. The rice grains were rolling in the thick soup. Each grain of rice had absorbed water, becoming plump and soft.

Tang San picked up two broken bowls with chips on the edges, picked up a spoon and filled two bowls with porridge, and placed them on the broken table next to him.

There were very few grains of rice in the porridge, which was obviously not enough nutrition for Tang San who was still growing. This was why he was as thin as a dog.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Tang San shouted towards the inner room.

After a while, the door curtain was opened, and Tang Hao, who was tall and strong, as strong as a bear, staggered out, smelling of alcohol.

He was yawning and looked sleepy, like a bear about to hibernate.

Tang Hao has never cared about Tang San. When Tang San was young, he would make soup and water for him and feed him like a pig.

But when he knew that Tang San could cook, he completely ignored everything.

Tang Hao is the only blacksmith in Shenghun Village. He usually makes farm tools for the villagers. In theory, it can be considered a skill, so his life should not be too poor.

But the fact is, the whole family is extremely poor, because Tang Hao loves wine so much that he spends all the money he earns from forging iron on buying wine.

But even so, Tang San never resented Tang Hao. In his previous life, he was an orphan. Although he was adopted by the Tang Sect and had no worries about food and clothing, the Tang Sect never gave him a sense of home.

This life was different. Even though Tang Hao was not good to him, he was still a relative. At least, there was someone here whom he could call dad.

To him, fatherly love is right in front of him, yet out of reach.

But even so, he was already very satisfied.

At least, there is someone here he can call dad.

The father and son began to eat with grunts. The amount of porridge was limited to begin with, and most of it went into Tang Hao's stomach, so Tang San could only eat half full.

"You take the job first, and I'll do it in the afternoon. That's it. I'm going to sleep for a while."

After saying that, Tang Hao stood up and walked towards the inner room. Of course, the job of washing the pots and dishes was also Tang San's. This was Tang Hao's fatherly love for Tang San!

The so-called work is the farm tools that some villagers asked Tang Hao to make, which is also the only income for the father and son.

"Dad." Tang San suddenly called.

Tang Hao stopped and turned back when he heard this, but his expression was obviously a little more impatient, "What's the matter?"

"Dad, can I use this piece of iron?" Tang San said, pointing to a piece of pig iron in the corner.

In his previous life, he was an outer disciple of the Tang Sect. He was familiar with the manufacture of various hidden weapons. Later, he secretly learned the "Hundred Solutions of Hidden Weapons" and made the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus.

Asking for pig iron is naturally for making hidden weapons. With hidden weapons, you can kill people and burn people, and send those who (die in a proper way) to hell.

Following the direction of Tang San's finger, Tang Hao saw the piece of pig iron, which was a good piece of iron containing iron essence.

"Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"

Tang San nodded, "Dad, ask me to forge iron. When I become a blacksmith, you won't have to work so hard."

In his previous life, Tang San used ready-made refined iron to make hidden weapons. He knew very little about how to forge it and how to remove impurities from pig iron. It can only be said that everyone has his own expertise.

Tang Hao was slightly distracted, and said to himself: "Blacksmith, not bad."

"Xiao San, what kind of blacksmith do you think is the best blacksmith?"

(End of this chapter)