Chapter 1： Salted fish! Check in for the first time! Meteor tears! (1/2)

Outside the Holy Soul Village.

The sky was bright, and the white mist covered the small wooden houses in the village.

A little boy dressed in plain linen, ran out from the misty village gate.

He has wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, and even breathing. He ran to the small mountain in front of him without any rush.

ran halfway, suddenly remembered something, stopped at the foot of the hill, and looked over one of the boulders.

I saw a little boy about his size lying on the boulder.

The little boy had beautiful eyes and looked very attractive, but now he looked lazy, lying on the boulder, with Erlang's legs, his mouth still holding a blue silver grass that can be seen everywhere in and outside the village, chewing it. Delicious.

”Brother Feng, wake up so early every day, do you work out with me today?”

He smiled at the little boy on the boulder.

”Little San'er? Get out, I lie down righteous, and squint for a while. The sky is getting hotter and hotter. When you finish exercising, come and wake me up again.”

The little boy on the boulder didn't open his eyes, he seemed to have known the person, so he said lazily.

”...Brother Feng, can you not call me by the name San'er...”

Tang San gave a wry smile.

Feng Ge, his full name is Wang Feng.

is a few months older than him, a famous little slacker in Holy Soul Village.

Other five or six-year-old boys, at this age, mostly get up and exercise in the morning to prepare for the imminent awakening of the spirit.

Either get up early to cultivate the land and do some farm work with your parents.

Brother Feng, often looks hopeless from morning, lying down and doing nothing.

However, Brother Feng is very pitiful. When he was first born, I heard from the village chief’s grandfather that his mother had passed away because of a dystocia.

Later, my father was overwhelmed with grief and became ill from overwork. Within a year, he also died.

Then, Brother Feng was adopted by the village chief's grandfather.

As the days passed, Feng Ge gradually became the governor. In addition to paying homage to his parents every year, he would not be immersed in the sadness of his parents' early death.

Although he is lazy, Feng Ge is really smart.

Thinking of this, Tang San still looked at the little boy lying on the boulder with some admiration.

In the past few years, Feng Ge didn't know how to make Shenghun Village's food and vegetable output greatly increase, making the originally barren Shenghun Village gradually richer.

Ge Feng also stood up at the entrance of the village, the pillar that was in the mouth of the village chief’s grandfather, which may be the legendary soul saint’s handprint.

claimed to the outside world that this was the handprint left by the soul sage, and he also compiled a lot of stories, saying that as long as they come to pay their respects and touch, they may become the soul sage in the future!

It just attracted a lot of villages around, even Notting City, there are often tourists who come to the village to pay their respects.

The remote and barren Holy Soul Village will be built like a small town within two years.

Even my father said, this Maple boy, his brain is different from others...smart and sensible.

The whole village likes him.

is too lazy.

”Not called junior...” Wang Feng thought for a while, ”Could it be called junior?”

”...” Tang San looked speechless, ”Let's call Xiao San, Brother Feng, I'm going to exercise first.”

As he said, Tang San waved his hand and swiftly climbed towards the distant hill.

Although the other person is small, his hands and feet are very swift. The hills over a hundred meters high seem to be flat in front of him.

Within a few minutes, I climbed to the top of the mountain.

”As the saying goes, one-third of the sky is doomed, seven points depend on hard work... Ninety points depend on gold fingers... As the protagonist of the Douluo Continent, it is different...”

Wang Feng looked at Tang San's clean and sleek expression with an expression that was just right for lemon.

Is this what a six-year-old boy should have?

Like himself, let alone climb up, he can't kick him after running for a while.

”They are all traversers... Xiaosan, you are the strong reborn...”

Wang Feng sighed leisurely, ”I'm different, I'm a rebirth of the weak...I am a small house in the 21st century, my duty, how can I cross into the world of Douluo Continent? A supporting role in a dragon suit.”

”Don't give me a gold finger. How can I play it?”

Yes.

Wang Feng is also a traverser, but compared to the protagonist Tang San, it is much worse.

There is no background against the sky, no Ding Ding system, and no martial arts spirit...

Of course, Wang Feng is very eager, but no!

Therefore, Wang Feng has been salting fish for six years, but with the wisdom of his previous life, he can barely improve and improve the Holy Soul Village, so that he and the villagers can live a little more comfortable.

”Soon, it will be the official plot of the Douluo Continent, and the tool man Su Yuntao should be about to come... If I awaken a sickle spirit or a **** spirit, I will just slam my head on the tofu and kill him directly. ”