Chapter 1 Everything starts from Holy Soul Village

Holy Soul Village.

On the hill to the west, there is a huge stone facing east. At this moment, a six-year-old child sat cross-legged on the boulder.

The child has healthy wheat-colored skin, black hair, and an ordinary and soft appearance, ordinary but very attractive. A pair of black eyes stared intently at the morning light in the east.

The next moment, the sun peeked out in the east. At this time, the child's eyes suddenly widened, and a faint purple light flashed in his eyes.

After a while, the child slowly closed his eyes, and soon opened them again, and the purple meaning in his eyes completely disappeared.

He let out a long breath, then patted the child lying next to him, "Xiao Liu, wake up, it's time to go back."

The child sleeping next to him gave a soft cry and woke up leisurely.

"You've finished practicing, brother..." the child said while rubbing his eyes.

The child was born very delicate, even beautiful.

He has short blue-black hair and a pair of blue-black pupils. The color is strange, but beautiful and eerie.

Unlike the healthy wheat-colored skin of the child next to him, this child's complexion is fairer.

However, the appearance of the two children is about 40-50% similar, and they are both wearing old, coarse cloth with many patches on them.

And these two children were Tang San and his biological brother, Tang Liu.

"Well, today's practice is over, let's go back to eat now." Tang San rubbed Tang Liu's head and said, then stood up and pulled Tang Liu down the mountain.

Tang San and Tang Liu's home is to the west of Holy Soul Village, and it is the only blacksmith shop in the entire village.

After returning home, Tang San first opened the pot on the stove, and then filled each of the three bowls Tang Liu brought over with a bowl of white porridge.

"Brother, it's too much. I can't finish it. Just like before, I'll give you half." Tang Liu said quickly as he watched Tang San fill a large bowl for himself.

Tang San's hand holding the porridge paused for a moment, then he finally nodded helplessly and poured half of the porridge in Tang Liu's bowl into his own bowl.

"You, you, you have become so thin, why don't you eat more." Tang San said, carrying the bowl to the table.

Tang Liu smiled, "I'm going to cut some pickles."

Tang San shook his head, and then walked to a room, intending to ask Tang Hao to eat.

When the curtain was lifted, there was a smell of alcohol hitting his nostrils, but Tang San was accustomed to this. He stepped over countless empty wine bottles and came to the simple wooden bed. He reached out and shook the middle-aged man lying on the bed who looked decadent but was still tall and strong.

"Dad? Dad, get up and eat."

The man turned over, slowly opened his eyes and responded.

"Dad, Xiaoliu and I are waiting for you outside." Tang San said softly at the end, and then walked out of the room.

Outside, Tang Liu had packed the pickles and was sitting on the bench obediently waiting for Tang San to come out.

"Dad will be out soon." Tang San smiled and said after seeing Tang Liu.

"Brother, do you think we caught any small animals in the trap we set?" Tang Liu asked.

"I don't know, let's go take a look together later. If we catch it, we will have meat to eat tonight." Tang San said, sitting opposite Tang Liu.

At this time, Tang Hao also staggered out, sat down, picked up the porridge and drank it in one gulp.

"Dad, eat some kimchi." Tang San gave Tang Hao a chopstick of kimchi, "There are a lot more in the pot, drink them all."

Tang Hao said a faint "Hmm", and after eating the kimchi, he drank the remaining rice porridge in the pot that Tang San had just served him.

Tang Liu looked at it and felt very dissatisfied, so he couldn't help but let out a light "hum".

Tang Liu, like Tang San, was a time traveler. The difference is that Tang Liu comes from modern China on earth. He is a high school student who is only fifteen years old. His real name is Tang Yi (liù).

After arriving here, his mother A Yin gave birth to a child in this life, and was named Tang Liu after Tang Hao.

Tang Liu originally thought about changing his name back, but since the pronunciation was the same anyway, he didn't bother to change it.

As a modern high school student, Tang Liu had naturally read the classic novel "Douluo Dalu", and this was the first online novel he had ever read, so it was considered an entry-level novel.

Therefore, Tang Liu, who has traveled through time, has some sympathy and pity for his current father, Tang Hao, but more of it, there is a sense of hatred that iron cannot become steel. Of course... there is also love between relatives. .

Tang Liu, who hated Tang Hao for looking so decadent, never gave Tang Hao a good look when he was old enough to remember.

But for this brother Tang San, Tang Liudao respected and cared for him very much.

After all, in his previous life, he was miserable and an orphan. Helpless, without relatives or friends. I went to high school through a lot of hardships on my own.

"Xiao Liu, what's wrong?" Tang San heard Tang Liu's snort and asked with concern.

Tang San, who was both an orphan in his previous life, gained two relatives in this life. Naturally, he cherished these two family ties very much, even though Tang Hao never took care of the two brothers again after Tang San was able to take care of himself.

"It's okay." Tang Liu smiled and shook his head, then glanced at Tang Hao, picked up the porridge in front of him, took a sip, and softly "hummed".

Seeing this, Tang San smiled helplessly and said nothing.

He has long been used to it that his younger brother doesn't like his father. It's not like I haven't mentioned Tang Liu before, but it's useless.

"I'm going to bed. If there is any work, you can take it first. I'll do it when I wake up in the afternoon." After drinking the porridge, Tang Hao wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said to Tang San, then he got up and walked towards the room.

"Dad." At this time, Tang San hesitated for a moment, and then called Tang Hao.

"What's the matter?" Tang Hao turned his head and looked at him impatiently, his voice cold.

Seeing this, Tang San felt a little afraid and said, "No..."

Tang Liu, who was watching this scene, felt annoyed, and suddenly felt that the porridge in the bowl was no longer fragrant. He suddenly stood up, stood up, and scolded Tang Hao, interrupting what Tang San had not finished saying: " Old man, are we your biological children? My brother obviously wants to ask you something, why are you so impatient? As a father, you just ignored us, but now you can’t even say a word to you? ?”

"Okay, Xiao Liu, stop talking." Tang San quickly advised him.

"No, brother, please leave me alone, I will definitely scold him today!" Tang Liu's handsome little face was full of anger, and he glared at Tang Hao with an attitude of "If you don't give me an explanation, I will never finish with you today." .

At this time, Tang Hao turned around and glanced at him lightly.

But with just one glance, Tang Liu felt an irresistible force falling on him, and wanted to push him back to his seat.