Chapitre 2: Lan Si
Late summer.
The temperature continued to rise, and even the cool winds became sultry. The blacksmith shop in Notting City is even more so.
"Bang bang."
"Ding ding."
"Qiangqiang." In the
early morning, the blacksmiths were sweating recklessly, and the sound of metal percussion was endless.
A middle-aged man with muscles like granite, shirtless, bronze-colored skin, and loose black hair, his piercing eyes swept over every blacksmith, and was pointing at them earnestly.
"If you want to be a good blacksmith, you must first master your three hearts. So where are the hearts? Let me tell you, first of all, the heart in the chest is the human being. Needless to say. The muscles of the heart are the second and third hearts. If a person wants to exert his full strength, then it must be the result of the simultaneous operation of the three hearts. Therefore, when exerting strength, it is not the waist as the starting point. The beginning. Three hearts are the starting point."
Standing at the door of the blacksmith shop, the middle-aged man dragged the teapot with one hand and made a Hache with the other hand, talking eloquently, and then shouting, "Do you understand?
" I understand." A group of blacksmiths responded loudly, full of anger.
This is the largest blacksmith shop in Notting City. The business is not bad. The blacksmiths are all from poor backgrounds. The whole family relies on this job to support themselves, so they naturally work hard.
"Understood!" A childish voice that was clearly distracted and half a beat sounded.
This is a very small child, only five or six years old, wielding a small hammer, also imitating the movements of blacksmiths, and is hitting a small red-hot piece of iron, the iron piece is in his It was continuously lengthened under the knock, and finally formed into a short knife with a rough appearance, which was put into the water to cool down.
"Finally done." The little guy raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
A group of blacksmiths with big arms and round waists burst into laughter when they saw this funny scene.
The little guy is very white, tender and beautiful, with big black eyes and black hair. Because of his young age, he looks very petite and cute.
It's just that compared to the exquisite iron tools made by the blacksmiths, he is more like playing a house.
"Haha. Good boy, he really deserves to be the descendant of the soul master." The middle-aged man walked over with a big laugh, patted the child's shoulder with his calloused hand, and said with a chuckle, "Okay, Si, today. Just come here, leave the rest to me, run crazy early in the morning, don't eat breakfast, be careful not to grow taller."
"I see, Uncle Otto." The child showed an innocent smile.
"Alas" seeing the child's smile, the middle-aged man named Otto sighed inexplicably, feeling very uncomfortable.
The child's name is Lan Si, the son of his friend Lan Zong.
The two were born in the North Emperor Soul Village of Notting City, and at the same time awakened their martial arts, they were both hammers. Fortunately, Lan Zong awakened the soul power, became the only soul master in the village, and married a female soul master. With the help of Lan Zong, he opened this blacksmith shop in Notting City.
It's just that the good times didn't last long. A few years ago, Lan Zong broke through the fortieth level.
This was originally a good thing to be happy about. The couple went to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain the spirit ring, and entrusted the young child to him to help take care of them before leaving.
But since then, he never came back. Only later did he learn that he had encountered a high-level soul beast in the Great Star Dou Forest, Lan Zong and his wife, and both of them died.
Since then, Lan Si has been adopted by him.
Lan Si is very obedient, doesn't cry or make trouble, and knows how to take care of herself. But the more this is, the more distressed Otto is, the child is too lonely. It is only in this blacksmith shop that he will not close his heart and show a knowing smile. Because his father, Lan Zong, once worked as a blacksmith for a while.
"Asi, take this money and go to the street to buy some delicious food. In two months, you will be six years old. You won't be able to wake up without a healthy body." Otto half squatted. Lowering his body, he stroked Lansi's fair face lightly, and handed out a purse containing more than a dozen copper soul coins.
"Thank you, Uncle Otto. Then I'll go first." Lan Si smiled happily, took the purse, then raised her little hand to say hello, turned and ran out of the blacksmith shop happily.
Looking at Lan Si's jumping and happy figure, Otto showed a relieved smile, hoping that this child can have a good future.
Walking out of the blacksmith shop and passing by a deserted alley, Lan Si suddenly stopped, his head swelled, his hands clasped his head, and a large amount of unfamiliar and familiar memories flooded into his mind instantly.
After a long while, he regained his senses. He got up and looked around, looked at his tender little hands, and murmured in Chinese language subconsciously: "Strange. Am I not already dead? And what's going on? What? Why is my body getting smaller? Wait, I was actually reborn and traveled to the Douluo Continent."
While muttering to himself, Lan Si's past life memories kept pouring into his mind.
Dressed in a world of bad people.
Learn the most holy Qiankun Gong and Wulei Tianxin Art, and break through the great heaven.
He was stared at by a bad guy and died.
"Hey, I don't have a strong background in this life, so I'd better keep a low profile. So as not to repeat the mistakes of the previous life. As for the hatred of my parents in this life, as long as it's not human persecution, humans hunt soul beasts. , the soul beasts are killing humans, I can't kill all the soul beasts to avenge them, I can only wait to see if I can meet the soul beasts that killed them. But before that, I still have to practice the most holy heaven and earth art. With Wulei Tianxin Art, you won't even have soul power when you awaken your martial spirit. And firearms, too, in the past life in the world of bad people, you can't make it with the forging technology of that world. When you get here, you can make those blacksmiths in batches. Help make the parts. Then assemble it yourself. But you have to make the bullets yourself, the cartridges and warheads can be processed by them, and the gunpowder can be configured by yourself." With a decision in his
heart, Lan Si simply ate breakfast on the street, and then returned. residence.
...Two months later, in a dimly lit room that wasn't that big.
Lan Si sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by white light, and occasionally blue electric arcs flashed.
Lan Si slowly opened his eyes as the first faint rays of sunlight came through the window in the morning.
"Huh..." Lan Si let out a heavy sigh of turbid air, and secretly said in his heart: "It is the most difficult to refine qi from nothing, after all, two months is too short, even if I have the experience of my previous life, I can't make it in such a short period of time. The two major techniques of the Holy Universe and Wulei Tianxin Jue have been raised to the first floor, not to mention the two become one like in the previous life."
At this moment, there was a heavy footstep outside the room.
"Asi, are you up yet?" There was a knock on the door of the room, and Otto's gentle voice sounded outside the door.
Lan Si showed a soft smile, got up and tidied up the slightly messy bed, and responded, "Come in, Uncle Otto, I'm already up."
Crunch!
The door to the room opened, and Otto's familiar figure walked in. He rubbed Lan Si's little head and said with a smile: "Let's go, it's time to awaken the martial spirit."
"Well." Lan Si's face showed excitement, and he was still looking forward to what kind of martial spirit he could awaken.
Needless to say, innate soul power, after cultivating the two major techniques of the Holy Universe and Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue, there will be more or less soul power, but the martial soul is somewhat uncertain.
I heard Uncle Otto say that his father's spirit is a hammer, the attack type, his mother's spirit is a flower, and the auxiliary type is an extraordinary existence. The cultivation speed is very slow, and it can be used before the age of 30. It is not easy to cultivate to the Soul Venerable.
Speaking of Soul Sovereign, Lan Si remembered the theory of Yu Xiaogang, the bullshit master in Douluo's original book, that if you can't break through level 30 before the age of twenty, then you can't be promoted to Soul Sovereign in this life. It's just sitting there watching the sky, comforting oneself, making excuses for not being able to break through level 30, bullshit in bullshit. The father in his memory was the Soul Venerable who was promoted at the age of twenty-four.
One more sentence: Martial spirits without waste are only soul masters with waste.
If that's the case, aren't you a piece of shit yourself? For a lot of age, they can't break through Soul Sovereign.
Or, why don't you accept ordinary talented disciples, and don't dare to run out to pretend and brag about how awesome his theory is until he meets Tang San, who has twin spirits.
Other people's twin martial arts, and their own traverser plug-ins, even a pig, can be taught well!
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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