Eagles fly in the sky, fish swim in the shallows, and all kinds of creatures compete for freedom in the frosty sky.
Feeling the vastness, I ask the vast earth, who is in charge of the rise and fall?
The first ray of morning sunlight cuts through the darkness of the Tiandou Empire. Under the sky covered by rolling clouds, the crowing of a rooster breaks the silence of the Holy Soul Village for a night.
A little boy ran out of the village. He has healthy wheat-colored skin and is taller than his peers. Under his short hair is a resolute face. At a young age, he has already begun to show his brilliance. Under his thick black eyebrows are a pair of impressive starry eyes. He is wearing a patchwork of one-piece clothes and barefoot, running all the way towards the small hill not far away.
The scenery on both sides is rapidly receding, and the sand on the soles of his feet is a bit stingy.
Breathing in the fresh smell of rain and grass in the morning, Yang Ming felt the air in his chest was released, and he felt a sense of relief.
It has been nearly six years since he came to Douluo Continent, and Yang Ming is now a six-year-old boy.
To be honest, when he first traveled through time and became a baby, Yang Ming was still very surprised that he became the grandson of the village chief of Shenghun Village. Of course, he was not his biological grandson, but was adopted by the village chief.
In the original novel, the village chief of Shenghun Village, Old Jack, had sent gods to school and patted the head of the judge, which was more than a werewolf. He was also arrogant, a wolf destroyer, and a dog head.
At first, Yang Ming was afraid that the secret of his travel through time would be discovered by the village chief, so he lived a cautious life, pretending to be like other little kids, and did not dare to make big moves.
However, as time went on, Yang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the village chief treated him as his own son without any doubt, and treated him more strictly than other children.
Originally, Yang Ming was not called this name. Old Jack gave him a very difficult name.
Later, under Yang Ming's insistence, he used the current name.
In order to train Yang Ming and prevent him from developing the habit of being spoiled since childhood, the village chief Old Jack took great pains.
Not only did he formulate a strict exercise plan for Yang Ming, but he also asked Yang Ming to eat and wear as simply as possible. The patchwork clothes he was wearing now were a clear proof.
He ran all the way to the top of the mountain. There was already someone sitting cross-legged on the mountain. It was a boy of the same age as Yang Ming.
Although his clothes were simple, they were clean. Because he was often exposed to the warmth of the sun, his skin showed a healthy wheat color, and his short black hair looked very neat.
"Hey, Third Brother, it's still so early today."
Tang San's breath was disordered, and he almost got his training wrong. His eyebrows jumped wildly, and he turned back and glared at Yang Ming in annoyance, and said helplessly:
"Yang Ming, can you stop calling me Third Brother? I always feel that I am inexplicably a few steps lower in generation, and I have two more brothers."
"Hehe." Seeing Tang San was frustrated, Yang Ming laughed, hugged Tang San's arm, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I am the elder brother. "
"You were just born three seconds earlier than me."
Tang San muttered, his mind full of regrets. Even if he was an elite of the Tang Sect in his previous life, he was treated as a younger brother, and he was not allowed to refute. No matter how many times he objected, it was ineffective, so Tang San accepted his fate.
Can he scold people?
Can he hit people?
No, who said he has a good father, no, he has a good grandfather to protect him!
Watching Yang Ming take a horse stance with his feet shoulder-width apart, and punching out from time to time to practice his strength, Tang San had a hint of smile in his eyes. Compared to him who had the Xuantian Gong, Yang Ming's crude training method was too inefficient. He was confident that two Yang Mings could not beat him alone.
Tang San held his chin with one hand and stabbed Yang Ming slightly:
"Yang Ming, I see that you don't seem to be able to achieve anything by training like this every day. Is it interesting?"
Yang Ming's resolute face was unmoved. He naturally knew that his training was only at the level of ordinary people, and brought little changes to his body, but he still stubbornly punched one by one.
He believed that diligence can make up for one's shortcomings. In his previous life, he was not a genius or a soldier king, but just an ordinary middle school student. In addition to his unremitting perseverance, he only had a heart that was unwilling to be ordinary.
Yang Ming knew very well how deep the waters of Douluo World were. This world was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. If he did not work hard to become stronger, perhaps one day a strong man would pass by and fight with him. The aftermath of the battle alone would be enough to kill a large number of ordinary people.
Here, human life is sometimes really worthless.
Hearing Tang San's words, Yang Ming replied indifferently:
"People must have a reason to live."
This sentence is Yang Ming's life experience these days.
Boring training day and night, the unseen future, but these did not make Yang Ming give up, because he wanted to become stronger, wanted to get out of the Holy Soul Village, and wanted to explore the magnificent and wonderful side of this world!
"Ding!"
Just at this time, a voice appeared in Yang Ming's mind.
"Congratulations to the host for saying the classic lines of Han Xin in King of Glory and successfully starting the stalk lottery system."
"As long as you say the classic lines of the characters in movies, TV series, novels, animations, and games in front of others at the right time, the host will be able to get a lottery number, and can randomly draw the abilities/items of the character. If you are lucky, you can even summon the character to appear."
"The host now has a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery wheel?"
System?
Is this the welfare that a traverser must have?
Yang Ming was moved. He had been in Douluo Continent for nearly six years, but he finally waited for the system to be turned on.
With a huge treasure in his arms, even though he was very familiar with Tang San, Yang Ming did not dare to stay with Tang San any longer. Who knows what will happen when the draw is drawn later? Yang Ming put away his horse stance and ran forward as usual, trotting around the hill.
Tang San just thought that this cheap brother was the same as usual, so he didn't pay much attention and continued to practice Xuantian Gong.
Hiding in a shady place on the hill, most importantly, out of Tang San's sight, Yang Ming rubbed his palms and chose "yes"!
A virtual roulette appeared in front of Yang Ming.
King of Glory was a very popular mobile game in Yang Ming's previous life. Han Xin was one of the most popular jungle heroes. He had a passive skill [Killing Spear], and three active skills were [Ruthless Charge], [Back to Back Battle], and [Unparalleled Patriot].
Yang Ming discovered that in addition to Han Xin's skills, there were also various skins of Han Xin on the roulette!
Street Fighter, White Dragon Song, Chasing Dream Shadow, Vatican Envoy, Feiheng!
What are these skins for?
Oh, never mind, let's draw first!
Yang Ming prayed in his heart with full piety:
"Heaven and earth, can you please let me be lucky for once?"
Draw the lottery!
The next moment, when Yang Ming saw what he had drawn, he was a little surprised!
(End of this chapter)