【Ask for collection.】

It was almost time, and Tang San woke up. Sensing his own changes, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. He stood up and looked at Tang Ji not far away, as well as the firewood that had been trapped beside Tang Ji.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Brother Ji is always like this."

Ever since the two of them were sensible, their father had been drinking all day long, and they had been running the house. Going up the mountain to find firewood was one of them.

but…

Every time Brother Ji and I come here, he always complains that he is tired on the way. He must practice "Xuan Tian Gong" at the specified time and with the rising sun in the morning.

After each practice, when I turn around, I can always see the firewood chopped by Brother Ji, as well as Brother Ji’s bright and innocent smile.

Tang San was always moved indescribably in his heart.

Previous life.

He was an orphan and was adopted by the Tang Sect. However, among the Tang Sect, he was only an outer disciple. It was fine if he was not taken seriously.

The key...I don't have any friends yet.

Not to mention brothers.

…

Tang Ji saw that Tang San was a little dazed and said, "Xiao San, it's time to go. Our foster father is still waiting for us to go back and cook for him."

"oh!"

After hearing Tang Ji's words, Tang San gradually woke up and nodded.

When he came to Tang Ji's side, he took a bundle of firewood and went down the mountain.

It is difficult to go up the mountain.

Going down the mountain is not easy either.

I wonder what it is like for Tang San?

But it was not easy for Tang Ji. He was just a six-year-old child, but he still persisted.

after all.

This is also a kind of practice.

…

Tang Ji and Tang San's home is on the west side of Shenghun Village, at the head of the village. The three adobe houses can be said to be the simplest in the entire village.

Tang Ji and Tang San returned home, put down the firewood, and started preparing to eat without stopping.

Because of family.

Tang Ji, Tang San, and their father Tang Hao's food was just white porridge, fragrant white rice porridge, the kind with less rice and more water.

Life was really very poor.

After Tang Ji and Tang San finished cooking, they carefully filled three bowls of porridge and placed them on the table. Tang Ji shouted to the back room: "Father, it's time to eat."

After half a ring.

The curtain in the inner room was lifted, and a tall figure slowly walked out. He was wearing a torn robe with patches on it, and his hair was as messy as a chicken coop.

He still smelled strongly of alcohol, and dressed like this, he could compete with the leader of the Beggar Clan.

Who would have thought that Tangtang, a powerful Titled Douluo, could actually have the qualifications of being the leader of the Beggar Clan? No one would have thought of it if word spread about it.

There must be such a slovenly and embarrassed Titled Douluo strongman in this small Holy Soul Village!

Tang Hao sat directly at the table, grabbed the bowl on the table, and directly drank the porridge in the bowl without fear of burning it.

After drinking three or four bowls in a row, Tang Hao was completely satisfied.

"Well……"

He burped, put the bowl on the table, stood up and said calmly: "Xiaoji, if the mistress has work, you can take it over for me first. I'll do it in the afternoon. Now I'm going to take a nap."

Said.

Then he stood up, stretched, ignored Tang Ji and Tang San, and walked straight towards the inner room.

Saw something like this.

Tang Ji and Tang San were already used to strange things.

because.

They have long been accustomed to all this.

The two looked at each other, smiled at each other, and drank porridge from their own bowls.

Although this porridge is made from ordinary white rice, I have to say that it is really fragrant. It is several times more delicious than the white rice porridge I had on Blue Star in my previous life.

This Douluo Continent is so good!

It's just that the simple white rice porridge is so delicious. Who knows if catching the beasts and soul beasts here and roasting them will make it taste even better?

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

The porridge in front of me tastes even better.

…

After finishing the porridge and Tang Ji and Tang San cleaning the pots and bowls, Tang San said: "Brother Ji, I'm going to learn blacksmithing later, do you want to come with me?"

"Forging...forging?"

When Tang Ji heard Tang San's words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Just him.

Tang Ji couldn't help but look at himself. With his small arms and legs, it was difficult to even pick up an ordinary hammer, let alone blacksmithing.

It's good if you don't hurt yourself.

Tang Ji quickly shook his head and said, "Xiao San, I can't."

"I can't hold a hammer, so I'd better be bigger when it comes to hammering!"

It is impossible to strike iron by striking iron.

It’s not that blacksmithing is bad.

It's just that he doesn't want to be so ordinary. He is a man who wants to become a soul master. How can he be a blacksmith?

"All right."

Hearing this, Tang San also nodded slightly.

indeed.

Brother Ji is not him. He has practiced "Xuan Tian Gong" and has still reached the first level of "Xuan Tian Gong".

He is far ahead of his peers.

Whether it is strength, eyesight, hearing, or other aspects, he is far superior to ordinary people, and he can naturally hold a hammer.

but.

The same cannot be said for his Ji brother.

He is just an ordinary person.

Tang Ji: "Xiao San, I'm going out for a walk."

"Take some sunshine and I'll be back soon."

"Yeah." Tang San nodded.

…

Tang Ji left home and walked on the path of Holy Soul Village, breathing in the fresh air and the soft sunlight falling down, making Tang Ji feel particularly comfortable.

Tang Ji murmured with satisfaction: "It's so comfortable! If you take a walk after dinner, you will live nine hundred and ninety-nine, if not ninety-nine."

All the way.

Tang Ji naturally saw many children about his age playing together, but after these children saw Tang Ji coming, they subconsciously hid far away.

I don't want to have any contact with Tang Ji at all.

How to say?

Disliking the poor and loving the rich is not only seen among nobles, but also among many civilians. Tang Ji, who has been born in two generations, naturally understands this truth.

These guys who don't even have full hair don't want to play with him, and the same goes for him.

Geniuses are isolated.

Strong people are lonely

He, Tang Ji, was destined to become a strong man, and he would not be like these little brats.

Even if you don't have a martial soul in the end, you still can't become a soul master without soul power.
To be continued...