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Chapter 1 Holy Spirit Village

Holy Soul Village.

If you just listen to its name, then this is definitely a quite surprising name, but in fact, this is just a small village with only more than 300 households in the south of Notting City in Fasino Province. The reason why it is called Holy Soul

, because according to legend, a soul master of the soul saint level walked out here a hundred years ago, hence its name.

This is also the eternal pride of Saint Soul Village!

In the early morning, the warm sunshine once again shines on this quiet and peaceful village, the dense mist floats in the forest, and the crystal dew slips from the delicate blue and silver grass, startling the sleeping deer.

In a corner of Holy Soul Village, white smoke rises slowly from a small house.

In the small courtyard outside the hut, two figures were facing each other.

"What are you looking at?" the burly middle-aged man asked the child in front of him.

In front of him, a child of about five or six years old stared at him with wide eyes. Upon seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then why are you looking at me?"

The middle-aged man's mouth twitched, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly struck the child's face with his right hand, punching through the air with a powerful punch. Seeing the momentum, he showed no mercy.

The child didn't show any surprise at all, until the middle-aged man's fist was less than three fists away from him, he said with a smile: "Dad, you are getting slower and slower."

At the same time, the child's immature right hand was raised, and it was the last to catch the middle-aged man's punch. The two arms, one big and one small, looked so asymmetrical, but the big hand could not do anything about it.

The little hand stopped just a punch away from his face.

The little hand seemed to want to hold the big hand, but had no choice but to give up because of the huge difference in size.

Seeing that the blow missed, the middle-aged man immediately made a sweeping move towards the child. The child jumped lightly and then stepped down hard, hitting the middle-aged man in the calf.

"Ouch, let me go! Let go of that brat, it's about to break." The middle-aged man cried out in pain and begged for mercy.

The child stepped on the middle-aged man's calf and said leisurely: "Dad, you are getting weaker and weaker. You could teach me a few fighting skills at first, but now you can't even connect with me."

"Oh, it's really boring." One hand was clasped behind his back, and his young face was raised to the sky at a forty-five degree angle, with a look of melancholy on his face.

The middle-aged man's face twitched fiercely, and he felt sour in his heart. He felt so shameless.

But this kid is a complete freak, and his natural powers cannot be so outrageous.

"Are you my son or not?" the middle-aged man complained.

"Not your son?! Whose son is it not your son?" At this moment, a plainly dressed woman walked out of the house. She happened to hear the middle-aged man's words and suddenly became furious. Suddenly a spatula appeared in her hand and she fiercely

and hit the middle-aged man.

Upon seeing this, the child jumped off the middle-aged man's legs with a smile and kept laughing at the side.

Without the restraints, the middle-aged man immediately began to hide. The woman refused to give up and beat him until he hid in the courtyard and begged for mercy.

Zhao Xuan watched from the side, his thoughts gradually starting to wander.

Yes, you read that right, this child who is only five or six years old is Zhao Xuan. Even Zhao Xuan himself has not figured out why he was reborn with memories and came to this world that is completely different from his previous life.

Maybe it had something to do with the weird things after death, but that was no longer what he was paying attention to at the moment.

Here, he is a brand new Zhao Xuan! A Zhao Xuan with a complete family!

His father, Zhao Shi, was once a martial artist with good skills, but in this world where martial arts are respected, personal strength is of no use, and Zhao Shi's martial spirit is just a useless martial spirit hoe, so after traveling for half a year, Shi Quan felt that

I returned to Holy Soul Village dejectedly and became a farmer with peace of mind. Due to the geographical location of Holy Soul Village, being a farmer is also a good profession and the life is quite decent.

The mother, Mu Qin, was a peasant girl from the neighboring village of Shenghun Village, and Wuhun was also a useless Wuhun spatula. In the end, she ended up marrying Zhao Shi by some strange combination of circumstances.

Zhao Xuan often teased Zhao Shi, "Although my mother is not a beauty who is shy of her beauty, she is a rare little girl, so why did she fall in love with such a reckless man like you?"

Every time he comes here, Zhao Shi always looks proud. The villages around him are full of useless martial spirits, but they can't beat me with my fists.

Although Zhao Xuan often laughed at it, he also became curious about this magical martial spirit.

"But it's almost over." Zhao Xuan thought silently in his heart. In a few days, the soul master in Notting City will send someone to awaken the martial soul.

On the side, Mu Qin finished cleaning up Zhao Shi and greeted Zhao Xuan: "Son, it's time to eat."

Zhao Xuan responded, went in and finished breakfast, said hello to the two of them, and hurried out the door.

Zhao Xuan did not wander around when he left the house, but ran straight to a hill outside the village.

At the top of the hill, a familiar figure was sitting cross-legged.

A smile appeared on Zhao Xuan's lips, and he crept up behind the figure. He was about to scare him, but he didn't expect a helpless voice to come over him first.

"Xiaoxuan, can you stop being so boring?"

Zhao Xuan curled his lips, lay down next to the figure, casually pulled a piece of bluesilver grass into his mouth and chewed it.

Seeing that figure again, he was also a child of only five or six years old. Perhaps he often endured the warmth of the sun. His skin showed a healthy wheat color. His short black hair looked very neat. Although his clothes were simple, they were also clean.

I saw him gently closing his eyes, then opening them again after an instant, with an imperceptible purple flash in his eyes.

"I said, Xiao San, what are you going to do with the sun all day long? You might as well sleep at home." The child's name is Tang San. He is also a child in the Holy Soul Village and Zhao Xuan's only playmate.

Strangely enough, there were several children of the same age in the Holy Soul Village, but it was the two seemingly lonely children, Zhao Xuan and Tang San, who became playmates.

This may seem off-putting to others, perhaps because they are all "isolated" children, and perhaps it would be better to communicate with them.

But only the two of them knew that they met each other's eyes because they had a strange attraction to each other. They may be of the same kind, but they are definitely not the so-called "lonely".

After all, Zhao Xuan didn't play with other children just because his mental age was much older than theirs. As for Tang San, maybe it was because of this "relatively mature" thinking.

"I told you, this is a strange method, I can teach you." Tang San said softly, his voice was soft and gentle, but it felt as gentle as jade.

Zhao Xuan shook his head and said: "If you don't learn, you have been watching the sun for I don't know how long and you haven't mastered it yet. I don't know how long it will take to learn."

Tang San looked at Zhao Xuan seriously and said: "Nothing can be perfected overnight. It's like the so-called drop of water can penetrate a stone. If you practice hard with your heart, you should be able to get started quickly with your talent."

Zhao Xuan suddenly stood up and looked directly at Tang San: "I mean Xiao San..."

"What?" Tang San looked at Zhao Xuan curiously.

"You might as well change your name to Tang Sanzang." Zhao Xuan looked at Tang San seriously at first, but the next moment he couldn't help but laugh.

"Tang Sanzang? Then... who is it?" Tang San looked confused, and kept recalling in his mind that there was someone named Tang Sanzang?

Looking at Tang San with an honest face, Zhao Xuan suddenly felt a little bored, rolled his eyes and said, "Xiao San, how about we two coaches."

Tang San stiffened, then showed a forced smile to Zhao Xuan: "I still have to cook for dad, maybe next time."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Xuan's reaction, he quickly used Ghost Shadow and fled away. Zhao Xuan couldn't help but feel depressed: "Is it so scary?"

Tang San, who hadn't run far yet, hesitated in his steps and showed a bitter smile at the same time. It was not only terrifying, it was simply fatal!

Thinking of the last time when Zhao Xuan accidentally smashed a tree as thick as a bowl with a punch, Tang San felt frightened. Is this really something a human can do?

Zhao Xuan looked depressed and stared blankly at the rising sun.

"Speaking of which, I haven't eaten anything randomly. How come my physical fitness has become so strong?"

(PS: The explanation for the similar nature of the two is that Tang San was an otaku for n years to be Buddha Nu Tang Lian, and Zhao Xuan, as a hacker, was also an otaku for n years.)

(ps: The explanation of Zhao Xuan’s physique is that the soul has been baptized by chaos and has some properties of the Chaos Demon God, and the soul affects the physical body.)

(The previous chapters did not break out of the clichés of fan fiction, and followed a lot of the original work. The author will improve it later. Also, the original world of the protagonist can also be seen as a parallel world. Without the book Douluo Dalu, he would not know the so-called plot.)


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