Douluo World Chapter 1 Douluo Continent, Tang San in Another World

Douluo Continent, southwest of Tiandou Empire, Fasino Province.

　　Holy Soul Village, if you just listen to its name, then this is definitely a rather surprising name, but in fact, this is just a small village with only about 300 households in the south of Notting City, Fasnoe Province. The reason why it is called the holy soul is because according to legend, a soul master of the soul saint level walked out of this place a hundred years ago, hence the name. This is also the eternal pride of Holy Soul Village.

　　Outside the holy soul village, there is a large area of ​​farming land. The food and vegetables produced here are all supplied to Notting City. The border of the two empires is very close, and it is naturally one of the starting places for business transactions between the two empires. Notting City has therefore prospered, and incidentally, the lives of civilians in these villages around the city are much better than other places.

　　It was just dawn, and a faint white fish belly rose from the east in the distance. On a small hill with a height of more than 100 meters adjacent to the Holy Soul Village, there was already a thin figure.

　　It was a child who was only five or six years old. Obviously, he was often exposed to the warmth of the sun, his skin was a healthy wheat color, his short black hair looked neat, and his clothes were plain but clean.

　　For a child of his age, climbing the 100-meter-high hill is not an easy task, but the strange thing is that when he reached the commanding heights of the mountain, he was not flushed or out of breath, with a look of A look of contentment.

　　The boy sat down on the top of the mountain, his eyes fixed on the gradually bright white fish belly in the east, slowly inhaled through his nose, and then slowly exhaled from his mouth, the inhalation was long and the exhalation was slight, it was actually A wonderful cycle is formed.

　　At this moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and in the gradually brightening white of the fish belly in the distance, there seemed to be a faint purple aura flashing through. If he didn't have amazing eyesight and focus enough, he would never be able to find its existence of.

　　The appearance of the purple energy completely concentrated the boy's mind, he didn't even exhale, but inhaled lightly and slowly, and at the same time, his eyes were fixed on the flashing purple.

　　It didn't take long for the purple qi to appear. When the fish-belly white in the east was gradually covered by the rising sun, the purple qi had completely disappeared.

　　Then the boy slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time let out a long mouthful of stale air in his body. A stream of white air spit out from his mouth like a horse, and then slowly dispersed.

　　Sitting quietly for a while, the boy opened his eyes again. I don't know if it was because of the purple air that day, there was a faint purple in his eyes. Although the purple didn't last for too long and quietly subsided, when it When it exists, it is so clear.

　　Sighing dejectedly, the boy made a helpless expression that should never appear at his age, shook his head, and said to himself: "It still doesn't work, my Xuantian Kungfu still can't break through the bottleneck of the first stage. It's been three full months, why? Even Ziji Demon Eyes, who need to rely on Ziqi and can only cultivate in the morning, have been improving. Xuantian Kung Fu cannot break through the bottleneck, and my Xuanyu Hand can no longer improve. Back then When I was practicing, I didn't seem to encounter such a situation between the first level and the second level. Xuantian Kungfu has nine levels in total, why is the first level so troublesome? Could it be because this world and my original Is the world different?"

　　It has been more than five years since I came to this world, and the child in front of me is exactly Tang San who jumped off a cliff in the Tang Sect. When he woke up from the coma, he found that there was nothing he could do except a warm feeling. But the expected death did not come, and soon, he came into this world through a squeeze process.

　　Tang San didn't understand what was going on until a long time later. He didn't die, but he was no longer the previous Tang San.

　　After being born, it took Tang San nearly a year to learn the language of this world. He still remembers that when he was born, although he couldn't open his eyes to watch, he heard a thick male voice crying heart-piercingly. When he learned the language of this world and recalled it with his extraordinary memory, he could only remember that the man seemed to be shouting, Third Sister, don't leave me behind, and that man was his father Tang Hao. His mother in this world had already died of dystocia at that time.

　　I don't know if it's God's will in the dark, or a coincidence, but in memory of his dead wife, the name Tang Hao gave him was magically Tang San.

　　Children of the same age in the village would often make fun of him with this, but Tang San was very satisfied in his heart. After all, it was the name he had used for nearly thirty years in another world. The mere familiarity has already made him fall in love with these two words.

　　After coming to this world, after being surprised and afraid at the beginning, then excited and calm now, Tang San has completely accepted the reality. In his opinion, this is another chance given to him by God. Perhaps the greatest wish of the previous life can be realized in this life.

　　He came to this world naked, but Tang San has the greatest wealth, and that is memory. As the most outstanding genius of the Tang Sect's outer sect, the manufacturing methods of Tang Sect's various mechanical hidden weapons are all imprinted in his mind. And after he stole the secret books of the inner sect of the Tang Sect, he longed to taste them for many years. During the process of learning, he also memorized the highest Xuantian Treasure Record of the inner sect by heart. Tang San hoped that the glory of the Tang Sect could be reproduced in this world.

　　"It's time to go back." Tang San looked at the sky, his thin body jumped up, and ran down the mountain. If someone saw him at this time, they would definitely widen their eyes in surprise. Every step he took, he could reach nearly ten feet. The uneven ground in the mountains had no effect on him at all. Dodge and move quickly, much faster than an adult.

　　What is the essence of Tangmen? Hidden weapons, poison and light work. The biggest difference between Tang Sect's inner door and outer door is the method of using hidden weapons. The outer door is mainly based on mechanical methods, while the inner door is the real technique. Poisons are generally only used by outer sects, and the concealed weapons of inner sect disciples rarely use poison, because they don't need it at all.

　　There are only six types of martial arts recorded in the Xuantian Baolu, which are Xuantian Kungfu of inner strength and heart, Xuanyu hand of hand training, Ziji magic pupil of eyes training, controlling cranes and dragons of capture, ghost shadow fascination of light body, As well as the method of using hidden weapons, all hidden weapons can be solved.

　　The first five are foundations, without a solid foundation, how can the essence of Tangmen hidden weapons be brought into play?

　　He started to practice Xuantian Kungfu when he was over one year old, now Tang San is almost six years old, and he is still laying the foundation.

　　Tang San's family lives on the west side of the Holy Soul Village, at the head of the village, the three adobe houses are the simplest in the whole village. On the big roof in the middle, there is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter, with With a crude hammer. The broadest representative meaning of the hammer in this world refers to the blacksmith.

　　That's right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith, the only blacksmith in the village.

　　In this world, blacksmithing can be said to be one of the most humble professions. For some special reason, none of the top weapons in this world are forged by blacksmiths.

　　However, as the only blacksmith in this village, Tang San's family shouldn't be so poor, but most of that meager income...

　　As soon as he entered the house, Tang San could already smell the tangy aroma of rice. Hao made breakfast for him, but he made it for Tang Hao.

　　From the age of four, when Tang San's height could not reach the stove, the task of cooking has been his daily work. Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stove.

　　It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but because otherwise, Tang San would almost never have enough time to eat.

　　When I came to the stove, I stepped on the wooden stool skillfully and lifted the lid of the big iron pot. The tangy aroma of rice came from the nostrils, and the porridge in the pot was already overcooked.

　　Before going up the mountain every day, Tang San would put the rice in the pot and make firewood, and when he came back, the porridge was ready.

　　Picking up the two bowls beside the stove that had been damaged by more than ten gaps, Tang San carefully filled the two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind him. The rice grains in the porridge can be counted at a glance, for Tang San who is in a long body, this little nutrition is obviously not enough, this is why his body is so thin.

　　"Father, it's time to eat." Tang San called.

　　After a while, the curtain in the inner room was raised, and a tall figure came out with some staggering steps.

　　It was a middle-aged man who looked about fifty years old, but his figure was very tall and burly, but his attire was not flattering.

　　The torn robe was worn on the body without even patches on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath, and the originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with sleepy eyes and messy hair like a bird's nest. The beard on the face has not been tidied up for countless days. His eyes were dull and dim, even though the night had passed, Tang San couldn't help frowning because of the smell of alcohol on his body.

　　This is Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.

　　Ever since he was a child, Tang San didn't know what fatherly love is. Tang Hao never cared about him. At the beginning, he even cooked some food for him, but as time went by, when Tang San After starting to take the initiative to cook, Tang Hao didn't care about anything. The family is so poor that they don't even have decent tables and chairs, and eating is a problem. The main reason is that Tang Hao traded his meager blacksmith income for wine.

　　The children who were older than Tang San usually had fathers around 30 years old, and those who married earlier were even less than 30 years old, but Tang Hao looked much older than them, on the contrary, he looked like Tang San's grandfather .

　　Regarding Tang Hao's attitude, Tang San never held any grudges. In his previous life, he was an orphan. In this life, even though Tang Hao treated him badly, at least he has relatives. For Tang San, this already made him very satisfied. At least, here's someone to call him Dad.

　　Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of being scalded, and poured the porridge into his belly with big gulps, only then did his dark yellow complexion look a little more shiny.

　　"Father, drink slowly, there is more." Tang San took the bowl in his father's hand, and filled him with another bowl of porridge. He also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

　　When he was in Tangmen, he never left there, and he rarely had any contact with outside affairs. It was like a blank sheet of paper, but in this world, there is nothing unacceptable to be a child again.

　　Soon, 70% to 80% of the pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach, he let out a long breath, and put the bowl on the table. The drooping eyelids opened a little bit, looking at Tang San.

　　"If you have work, you can take it first, and I will do it in the afternoon. I will go to sleep for a while."

　　Tang Hao's work and rest habits are very regular. He sleeps in the morning, builds some farm tools in the afternoon as income, and drinks in the evening.

　　"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.

　　Tang Hao stood up, drank a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped shaking, and walked towards the inside.

　　"Father." Tang San called out suddenly.

　　Tang Hao stood still, turned his head to look at him, there was obviously a little more impatience between his brows.

　　Tang San pointed to a piece of pig iron with a layer of faint black light in the corner and said: "Can this piece of iron be used for me?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer disciple of Tang Sect, and he was very familiar with making all kinds of hidden weapons. At that time, all kinds of materials were provided by Tangmen. After arriving in this world, although he has cultivated for several years, his strength is still far from enough. At the same time, he has never thought of letting go of the hidden weapon manufacturing he is best at. Now he has begun to try to forge some hidden weapons. But materials have become a big problem.

　　The metals that Tang Hao used to make farm tools were all sent by the villagers, and they were all ordinary iron with a lot of impurities, so it was difficult to make sophisticated concealed weapons. At this time, the piece of pig iron that Tang San was referring to was just delivered yesterday, to Tang San's surprise, this piece of iron ore actually contained a certain amount of iron mother, which was perfect for making hidden weapons. 　　Tang Hao's gaze shifted to the pig iron, "Huh. Is there iron essence in it?" He walked over and looked down, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?" Tang San 　　nodded, The profession of blacksmith is undoubtedly the most suitable for him to make hidden weapons. "Dad, you are getting older. In a few years, when I am older, you will teach me how to make kitchen utensils and let me take over your job." He used to do They are all the work of making the most sophisticated hidden weapons, but he can't do the simplest forging. 　　Tang Hao was a little distracted, and murmured: "Blacksmith, it seems to be good." Pulling an old chair, he sat down directly in front of the piece of pig iron, and said lazily: "Little San, tell me, what Such a blacksmith is the best blacksmith."

　　Tang San thought for a while, and said: "A blacksmith who can forge divine weapons should be the best blacksmith." He once heard from people in the village that there are divine weapons in this world, even though he didn't know what exactly the divine weapons were. what is it. But it should be good to hang a word of God.

　　A mocking light flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, "Sacred Artifact? Xiao San also knows the Divine Artifact. Then tell me, what is the artifact made of?"

　　Tang San didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Of course the best materials are used. "

　　Tang Hao stretched out an index finger and shook it in front of Tang San, "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, use the best materials to create artifacts, that's not the best blacksmith, at most it's just a synthetic Those who forge artifacts out of ordinary iron are master craftsmen."

　　"Forge artifacts out of ordinary iron?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao in astonishment. On weekdays, Tang Hao seldom talked to him, but today was the most it's time.

　　Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a large iron lump with a square of 50 centimeters on the other side of the room, "I want to be a blacksmith and learn forging from me. Then, you have to forge it 10,000 times with a hammer first. Only then can you be qualified. "

　　It was a piece of ordinary iron, which contained many impurities, and it was much worse than the piece with iron mother.

　　"Now, you can still change your mind." Tang Hao said lightly. Ready to go back to the back room and go to sleep.

　　"Father, I'm willing to try." Tang San's voice was clear and calm, but contained a bit of firmness.

　　Tang Hao looked at him with some surprise, "Okay." While speaking, he walked over, picked up the big iron lump, and put it directly on the stove next to the bellows. As long as the charcoal fire is lit, it can be treated. forging.

　　After finishing these, Tang Hao went back to sleep in the inner room.

　　Tang San is a determined person, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to create the Buddha's Wrath Tanglian, the Tang Sect's top mechanical hidden weapon, just by relying on a dilapidated blueprint. That took him ten years.

　　Lighting the charcoal fire, pulling the bellows, he started his work.

　　The whirring bellows sounded, and flames emerged from the charcoal furnace, burning the big piece of iron. Although Tang San didn't know how to forge, he often watched Tang Hao forge farm tools, so he knew the process.

　　When the iron lump gradually burned red, he dragged Tang Hao's daily hammer and put it on the ground. This kind of long-handled hammer was even a few points taller than his height, and an ordinary five or six-year-old child could not Impossible to hold it, let alone wield it for forging.

　　But Tang San still picked it up, Xuantian kung fu was channeled all over his body, even though he hadn't broken through the first level, he still possessed the strength of an adult.

　　When——, the iron hammer collided with the iron lump, making a crisp sound, this was Tang San's first hammering, and it also kicked off the forging prelude.

　　In the middle, Tang Hao who was lying on the bed turned over. Although he closed his eyes, his expression was still a bit surprised, and he muttered, "Can you actually hold a hammer? Are you born with supernatural power?"

　　Dangdangdang Dangdang knocking sound started to ring in the blacksmith shop, Tang Hao and Tang San father and son continued to repeat their ordinary life, the only difference is that from this day on, Tang Hao got another stove in Tang San's room, let He went to forge the lump of iron himself. He didn't give Tang San a word, but from this day on, Tang Hao drank less wine and had more food at home.

　　Forging is definitely a boring and tiring process, but Tang San regards this as a training for his body. Eleven days have passed, and he has been counting the numbers he has forged. If he wants to swing the hammer, he cannot do it with his body strength, and he must have the assistance of Xuantian Kungfu.

　　His total power is about enough to swing a hundred hammers. Whenever his power is exhausted, he will sit cross-legged on the ground to recover, and continue beating as soon as his internal power recovers.

　　This is not just a physical exercise, repeated consumption and recovery, it is also a good tempering of his Xuantian skills and will. It's a pity that the bottleneck of the first level of Xuantian Kungfu is like an indestructible barrier. Tang San's cultivation is not without hard work, and his talent is also enough, but he just can't break through and enter the second level.

　　But his training was not in vain. Although the Xuantian Kungfu failed to break through, this internal force became stronger as he forged the iron lump, and the recovery speed seemed to be a little faster than before.

　　Eleven days passed, Tang San had already swung more than eight thousand hammers, the iron lump kept getting smaller, less than one-third of its original volume. With the increase in physical exercise and food, his body became somewhat stronger, as if a force from within his body was gradually injected into his body, making his consumption of internal force gradually decrease during the continuous forging process. And when adding all the internal force, the strength has also increased a lot.

　　When he smashed down a thousand hammers, the iron lump had already undergone a certain change, and it was completely smaller. Although it was burning red in the charcoal fire, it could be vaguely seen that the impurities inside seemed to have decreased a lot.

　　A hundred tempered into steel, this word appeared in Tang San's mind, which also strengthened his determination to complete this ten thousand hammers. And this goal is very close.

　　Tang San's persistence surprised Tang Hao. In his opinion, even if his son was born with supernatural power, it was impossible for him to persist for more than three days. The handle of the hammer is so rough in order to prevent slipping. If you keep swinging it, the friction with the palm will inevitably cause great damage to the palm. But he discovered that although Tang San was actually forging, his immature little hands didn't seem to have changed in any way. Not even a single blister.

　　Tang San didn't want to lose this father, and he didn't want anyone to know about his past, so naturally he wouldn't tell Tang Hao, it was because he cultivated Tang Sect's Xuanyu Hand.

　　If you want to use hidden weapons well, the most basic need is the fusion of eyesight, hand strength, and heart strength. As the saying goes, heart to eye, eye to hand. Therefore, in the cultivation methods of Tangmen's inner sect, the requirements for eyesight and hand strength are extremely high.

　　The Purple Demon Eyes, cultivated with the help of the brief moment when the purple energy comes from the east when the sun rises, has a great effect on improving eyesight.

　　Xuanyu hand can make the palm extremely tough and isolate any toxins.

　　These two abilities are compulsory courses for inner disciples of the Tang Sect. Even though Tang San's Xuanyu hands were far from strong enough, he could still protect his palms from blisters.

　　 "Keep working harder, and it will be finished today." Tang San vigorously swung the hammer in his hand, but during this boring process, his heart was not at peace. His understanding of this world is still very preliminary, after all, this is just a small village.

　　This world is called the Douluo Continent, and there are two major empires on the continent, or it can also be said to be two alliances. Because in the two empires, a large number of territories were divided into princes, and there were countless nobles with armed forces.

　　One of these two empires is the Heaven Dou Empire that Tang San belongs to, and the other is the Star Luo Empire in the south.

　　Fasno Province is located at the junction of the two countries, and Notting City next to the Holy Soul Village is less than 200 miles away from the Star Luo Empire.

　　Tang San knew from the conversations of the villagers that in the Douluo Continent, there was no martial arts from his own world, but there was something called a martial soul. It is said that everyone has their own martial soul, and among them, a very small number of people's martial soul can be cultivated, forming a profession called soul master. And the most noble profession in Pangea is soul master. Like the soul sage who walked out of the holy soul village in the legend a hundred years ago, he is a soul master, and the soul sage is the title of a soul master who has reached a certain level.

　　Martial spirits are divided into two categories, one is weapon martial souls, and the other is beast martial souls. As the name suggests, those who use utensils as martial souls are weapon martial souls, and those who use animals as martial souls are animal martial souls. Relatively speaking, the range of Wuhun is larger, and most people are also Wuhun, and the proportion of Wuhun that cannot be cultivated is larger than that of Beast.

　　Tang San once saw a person in the village whose martial spirit was a hoe, obviously a kind of martial spirit that could not be cultivated, but even so, when he plowed the land, he was still faster than ordinary villagers.

　　This is all Tang San knows, because everyone has their own martial spirit, and Tang San also wants to know what his own martial spirit is. Is it a weapon spirit or a beast spirit, and can it be cultivated?

　　People on the Douluo Continent awakened their spirits at the age of six, and in a few days, Tang San would be six. For some reason, he vaguely felt that the reason why his Xuantian Kung could not break through seemed to be related to This Wuhun has something to do with it.

　　Tang San wasn't very interested in becoming a soul master, but he was determined to become a hidden weapon expert at the inner level of the Tang Sect. How could he lack internal strength?

　　"Tang Hao, are you busy?" Just as Tang San was working hard towards his 10,000 forgings, he heard an old voice from outside.

　　It was afternoon, Tang Hao was working, building farm tools, and he just hummed when he heard this.

　　Tang San came out of his room curiously, and saw an old man who appeared to be in his sixties, tall and thin, but hale and hearty, with clean and tidy clothes and meticulously combed hair, compared to Tang Hao , are simply two extremes.

　　Tang San knew this person, he was Old Jack, the head of Holy Soul Village.

　　"Little San, come, let Grandpa take a look." Old Jack waved to Tang San.

　　The village chief is a kind man, and everyone in the village respects him very much. A few years ago, when Tang San's family was in the most difficult time, he often brought food over.

　　"Grandpa Jack, hello." Tang San walked up to Old Jack and saluted him respectfully. Tang San will always remember those who are kind to him.

　　Tang Hao said coldly: "What's the matter, village chief?" Old Jack was actually older than him by less than ten years, but he insisted on being a generation older than him, which made Tang Hao feel a little uncomfortable all the time.

　　Old Jack seemed to be used to Tang Hao's attitude, "Tang Hao, Xiao San is almost six years old. He should also participate in this year's awakening ceremony."

　　Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, and said calmly: "Then Just participate. When is it?"

　　Old Jack said: "Just three days later, I will pick him up then." He looked at Tang Hao, obviously wanting to say, if he points to you to send him , I'm afraid it will be delayed.

　　Tang Hao nodded, and ignored the village chief.

　　Tang San asked curiously: "Grandpa Jack, what is the awakening ceremony?"

　　Old Jack said seriously: "Each of us has our own martial soul, and we will undergo an awakening ceremony when we are about six years old. Having a martial soul will strengthen our abilities in certain aspects. Even the most common martial soul can It will help. If you have an excellent martial spirit and can practice it, then you may even become a soul master. The awakening ceremony is only once a year, and I can't let you miss it. It's Wu Dingcheng The deacon of the Soul Division Hall personally came to help the children in our village to awaken. That deacon is a soul master who is considered a great soul master."

　　When he said the words "great soul master", Jack's eyes clearly showed envy .

　　Tang San had only heard of some ambiguous concepts about soul masters, so he would naturally not let it go easily when he seized the opportunity, and asked: "What does a great soul master mean?"