The days were as calm as water, Tang San practiced his Xuantian Gong, and Wu Ming ran his steps, but he had already changed his mode of running - running with weights.

In his previous life, he often carried rice bags from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, and he naturally knew the requirements of weight-bearing running for physical fitness, and also understood the significance of weight-bearing running.

As his body gets stronger and stronger, his food consumption also grows rapidly.

From a bowl of porridge at the beginning, to a meal that eats the size of an adult.

Grandpa Jack's rice jar emptied very quickly, and he could usually give it to Tang San's family every once in a while. But now there is a nameless big stomach, and Grandpa Jack often has to buy rice from the villagers.

"Old village chief, your rice jar is empty again!"

This sentence has become the most frequent word in the village.

Every time he heard this, Old Jack would smile and say, "Well, this kid Wu Ming has been growing up lately, and he has eaten a lot." It's a blessing to be able to eat!"

The children in the village no longer make fun of Wu Ming, because they found that Wu Ming, who was small in the past, has become tall and strong.

It's no longer a paper man, but Wu Ming and Tang San are still weird kids in their hearts.

One of them didn't know what to do at the top of the mountain every day, and the other ran all day and night, and I didn't see them playing with their friends.

It's really strange children, in fact, they don't know that these two are human beings in two lives, and their minds are naturally not comparable to them.

But after a long time, it is not surprising.

That morning, it was just dawn, and Nameless was ready to go out for a run.

But he was stopped by Old Jack: "Wu Ming, don't you run this morning! Accompany grandpa to Tang San's house in the west of the village." ”

"Okay! Grandpa Jack!" Nameless said, a little surprised.

He fixed his eyes and saw that Jack was actually carrying a large wine jug in his right hand, which weighed twenty pounds.

At his feet was a large bag of rice and a large piece of meat. Grandpa, is this a gift?

"Wu Ming, you help grandpa get this piece of meat!" Old Jack bent down to carry the bag of rice, he grasped the mouth of the bag with his left hand, and held the wine jug in his right hand, which looked a little difficult.

From Jack's house to Tang San's house, the distance is also one mile, and Nameless is worried that his grandfather will not be able to take it.

So, he stepped forward and grabbed the flask, put the meat and the flask across his shoulders, and rushed to the front like a fly.

Looking at the energetic back, Old Jack smiled and said to himself, "It's time to write a letter to Wu Rui." ”

Wu Rui in Jack's mouth is Wu Ming's father in this life, the unkind father.

However, only Old Jack knew that Wu Rui was actually angry with Wu Ming for his wife's death, he loved his wife too much and loved his child, but this child took her away.

Therefore, he thought that Wu Ming was sent by God to torture him.

However, he did not marry another wife and have children, although he was indifferent to Wu Ming on the surface, he often asked people to bring things back to the village, and he would also give Old Jack a sum of money every year.

It's just that the Holy Soul Village is his sad place, and he doesn't want to come back, so he has been staying in the city and living alone.

At this moment, Old Jack had to tell him about the change in Wu's name.

And an important moment in Wu Ming's life is coming.

Because Wu Ming is almost six years old, the annual big event in the Holy Soul Village is coming-the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

Wu Ming also already knew the origin of the Holy Soul Village, and he was also well aware of the reality that the soul master was respected on this side of the continent.

In the Douluo Continent, everyone aspires to become a soul master, but the number of soul masters is extremely rare. Rare things are precious, and if the soul master is like radish and cabbage all over the ground, then it is of little value.

A soul saint has walked out of the Holy Soul Village, which is the glory of the village, and because of this soul saint, the holy soul villagers are still looking forward to their children becoming soul masters.

And the first step to becoming a soul master is to awaken the martial soul at the age of six.

The martial souls of the Douluo Continent are usually divided into two categories: weapon martial souls and beast martial souls.

The weapon martial soul is the instrument martial soul, it can be a vice, a hoe, a burning stick, in short, there are tools in life, they may become martial souls, but the possession of weapon martial souls may not be able to cultivate, and the proportion is much larger than that of beast martial souls.

The beast martial soul is based on animals as martial spirits, which can be kittens, dogs, hedgehogs, and of course, tigers, leopards, dragons and lions.

Generally speaking, the more powerful the animal, the stronger the attack power of the martial soul, there have also been humanoid martial souls on the Douluo Continent, of course, it also belongs to the beast martial soul, after all, people are also animals, although they are known as the primates of all things, to put it bluntly, a high-level animal.

As the old head of the Holy Soul Village, Old Jack has witnessed its glory and its decline.

But he is still full of expectations, every year when the children turn six years old, he is very attentive, and he will invite the soul master of Notting City to awaken the children.

Especially his two favorite children, Tang San and Wu Ming, in a few days, Tang San and Wu Ming will be six years old.

In fact, Tang San was only two days older than Wu Ming, and because of the delay in the matter, the soul master in Notting City would be a few days late.

At that time, Wu Ming will also have the qualifications to awaken.

Wu Ming carried the wine pot and meat on his back, and soon arrived at Tang San's house.

It was the most dilapidated house in the village, with a rudimentary blacksmith sign on the outside.

At this moment, there was a "clanging" sound in the house, and Wu Ming rushed directly into the house.

Inside the house, a tall, burly figure wielding a hammer with ease, is helping the villagers build farm tools.

He saw the agile Wu Ming and stopped what he was doing.

He said indifferently: "Wu Ming is you, what's the matter?Tang San is in the kitchen!"

Strange in his heart: Why has this kid changed so much, although he has also heard the story of Wu Ming told by the villagers, but he doesn't care.

After Wu Ming was reborn, he saw Tang Hao up close for the first time.

In his previous life, he looked at the Douluo Continent again and again, and naturally knew that the sloppy and old blacksmith in front of him was actually the youngest Titled Douluo in this continent, and of course, the youngest Titled Douluo in the end was Tang San, and that was a long time later.

At this moment, he gave Wu Ming the feeling of being a lewd uncle, and his drunken temperament a few meters away reminded him of a sloppy old man.

"Grandpa Jack, let me send wine and meat to your house, Uncle Tang Hao, where do you want to put it?" Wu Ming said.

"Boom! Old Jack! You can put the wine and meat on the table! Tang San is in the kitchen, stay and eat at noon!"

Tang Hao's words were still a little indifferent.

Wu Ming naturally understood that the lord in front of him was the lord who stomped his feet, and the Douluo Continent also had to tremble. Without pretense, that is a must, and the noble do not need to exist like ants.

However, he believed that sooner or later, one day, he might also have this achievement, no, it should be to surpass Tang Hao and have achievements comparable to Tang San.

That table was really high, almost level with Wu Ming's ears.

According to common sense, Wu Ming couldn't put the wine jug and meat on the table, and Tang Hao was just about to say something to stop it. But I saw Wu Ming's legs bent slightly, his calves suddenly exerted force, and his arms opened and sent forward.

About thirty or forty catties of wine and meat were steadily pushed onto the table.

Tang Hao couldn't help but secretly praise: This son actually understands how to rely on his calves to exert force, and the use of power is very accurate, which is really good! Just when he was sighing, Old Jack arrived......