"Oh~" Chen Huang couldn't help but sigh. He lay on the green grass on the hillside, and his thoughts were drifting further and further away.

He was originally a new era farmer of Shui Lanxing. He studied this major. After graduation, he returned to the village to farm and wanted to bring his fellow villagers to become rich.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as they wished. Chen Huang's wish was not fulfilled yet, and he had an incurable disease before he could wait for the day he was realized.

Accompanied by the crying of the family, Chen Huang was in a daze, like a dream, his body, his soul, was like light feathers, moving with the wind. I don’t know where he drifted.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become a child still in his infancy.

Because of his mental power that is different from ordinary people, Chen Huang was very sleepy when he was a child. This really scared his parents. He was so anxious that he wanted to go to see a doctor. In the end, it was the blacksmith in the village who cured Chen Huang's "problem".

The blacksmith said only one sentence: "We have strong mental power and weak body. Just exercise more and make up for it."

Therefore, Chen Huang was young and stepped on his arms and legs and started exercising. It was not a good thing to be young and exercise too much, but if he didn't do this, it would be a first-class bad thing for Chen Huang, and he had to do it.

Chen Huang's grandfather in this life was a farmer who worked day and night for his family. He eventually got exhausted and left behind his young father.

Needless to say, Chen Huang's father is naturally a farmer. In order to take care of his elderly and sick grandmother and to marry a good wife, he naturally worked a lot. After Chen Huang was born, he was weak and spent money to buy a lot of supplements, which made this family that was not wealthy even worse. On weekdays, it was also thanks to the help of neighbors and villagers. Otherwise, he would really not be able to live this life.

Chen Huang learned that the village he was in was called: Holy Soul Village. It is said that it was named after a soul saint many years ago. The blacksmith who guided his family and allowed him to grow up healthily was named Tang Hao.

This scared Chen Huang very much. Isn’t this Douluo Land? After asking, I realized that everyone in this world does have a martial soul, and when they are six years old, all children will awaken their martial souls.

Chen Huang had read the book Douluo Dadi so popular back then. He thought of the son of the old blacksmith Tang Hao, the protagonist of Douluo Dadi. He is the boss who can become a god in the future. Can't he hug his thighs?

Chen Huang's big black eyes turned from time to time, and after a while, he thought of a word and came to Tang Hao's house.

"Bang bang bang~" Chen Huang knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door made Chen Huang stunned.

It was because the person who opened the door was a little girl with fair skin, wearing a clean and simple skirt, and her blue-green hair.

"Chen Huang? Oh, why are you here? Are you here to play with me?" the little girl asked.

The girl in front of me is her playmate, born half a year earlier than me, and her name is Xiaoshan. It is not difficult to see that she is a beauty, so Chen Huang is very close to her and often plays with her.

She is Tang Hao's son? No, no, his daughter? Chen Huang is confused.

"Yes, Xiaoshan, I'm here to play with you." Chen Huang smiled.

"Xiao Shan, is Xiao Huang coming? Let him come in and let the guests stay outside the door like something." Tang Hao's breathless and very gentle voice came from the room.

"I know Dad." Tang Shan replied. "Come in first." She said with a smile again.

"Oh, okay." Chen Huang said subconsciously and followed Tang Shan into the house.

He thought to himself: This, Tang San has become Tang Shan? No, Tang Shan grew up with me since childhood. I know who she is. She is just a cute little girl without any scheming and innocent.

Tang Shan has never exercised before. He often goes back to dig a bird's nest, catch loaches, or pick wild fruits and vegetables on the mountain. He will soon feel tired and panting.

In other words, this is an indigenous person, not a Tang San. Is this what a normal Douluo land should look like?

However, this Tang Hao is not very similar to the spicy man he remembers. Isn’t a spicy man a drunkard?

Oh ~

Chen Huang immediately figured it out, his daughter is the little angel of the old father and the little cotton jacket. The most important thing is that Xiaoshan has the hair like her mother, which is Tang Hao’s current belief and pillar.

Tang San is really in a miserable life. If he hadn't been able to cook himself since childhood, he would have starved to death, and would have to cook for the drunkard's father. When he got here, he would have turned around. If Tang Hao was not cheering up and didn't take any effort, Xiao Shan would probably not be able to support him. Tang Hao had to learn to do it when washing clothes, cooking and changing diapers. However, this seems to be good.

Chen Huang was still thinking that his thighs were gone. He thought again, aren’t there two hidden thighs? His eyes looked at Tang Hao and couldn’t help but become hot. Uncle Tang Hao, do you still lack a son-in-law? What do you think of me?

At this time, Tang Hao was swinging the hammer and hitting the iron with heavy blows. Each of them had a unique force technique. The hammer body bounced high, and then Tang Hao steadily controlled the force and smashed it heavily with this force, making the iron block more powerful.

Chen Huang naturally discovered this. This is probably the magical cloak hammering technique in Douluo. He was immersed in the sight of it for a moment.

Tang Shan looked at Chen Huang who was fascinated and tilted his head, thinking: What's the best thing about this iron thief? Is it better than me? My father beats every day, and it's so noisy that he can't sleep for a while. After swinging the 180 hammers, Tang Hao put down the hammer in his hand, picked up the towel on one side, and wiped his sweat.

Although Tang Hao is a titled Douluo, his physical fitness is not extraordinary, so he still sweats a little when he continues with a set of hammering cloak.

Tang Hao saw the fiery spirit in Chen Huang's eyes, couldn't help but smile and asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Huang? Do you like to make irons?"

"Ah." Chen Huang came to his senses and said, "Yes."

Tang Hao thought to himself: I only have one daughter, and it seems that I don’t want to learn ironwork from me, so I might as well pass it to Xiaohuang. The hammering technique of the cloak is the hammering technique of Haotian Sect. But Tang Hao is a magic craftsman. He has his own unique insights on this hammering technique and the use of ironwork forging. He can completely modify it and then pass it to Xiaohuang.

"Then are you willing to learn to make a blacksmith from me?" Tang Hao said with a smile: "This is also good for your health."

When Chen Huang heard this, he was so happy that he could not express his feelings. He showed a bright smile on his face. He bowed respectfully and said, "I do it! Teacher! Please teach me!"
Chapter completed!