Douluo's I took Tang San

This voice came from the top of Tang San's head.

Tang San suddenly raised his head and picked a leaf casually. The soul power was poured into the leaf, and the seemingly ordinary leaf turned into a sharp blade in an instant.

This is the foundation of Tang Sect hidden weapon, plucking flowers and flying leaves.

Even a flower, a grass, a tree, and a stone can become a hidden weapon.

"Purple Demon Eye!"

The woods were too dense and the light was very dim, so he did these actions at the same time almost the moment he looked up.

I saw a monkey standing on a huge nanmu.

Of course, that was not a real monkey, but a spirit master with a monkey spirit.

"I am a forest ranger in Nanmu Village, what are you doing here?"

Forest keeper?

When Tang San heard this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, he withdrew his spirit power, and threw the leaf that had been changed back to the ground.

Since the opponent is a forest ranger, there is no threat to him. After all, he is not here to steal the tree.

"Uncle, I came from Holy Soul Village. In order to save the journey, I chose this mountain road."

"Holy Soul Village?"

The forest ranger with the monkey spirit asked: "What are you doing in Nanmu Village from such a far away?"

Tang San said, "I came to apprentice to learn art."

"Apprentice?"

The forest ranger looked at Tang San and saw that Tang San's clothes were tattered, and Tang San's clothes were obviously not the right size. A twelve-year-old child, wearing a six- or seven-year-old dress, looked even more shabby.

Can't help but relax some of his vigilance, so he asked.

"Boy, who do you want to worship as a teacher?"

Tang San said, "Old Mo!"

"Old Mo?"

The ranger was taken aback for a moment, and said, "I haven't heard that the old man wants to accept his apprentice!"

Tang San hummed and said, "My family is poor, so I want to learn some crafts from Mr. Mo, and I will eat in the future. As the saying goes, as long as I am determined, he will definitely agree to accept me as an apprentice. of."

Seeing Tang San’s perseverance on his face, it didn’t seem like he was lying. The ranger couldn’t help feeling a little. He nodded slightly and said, “It’s good for a sincere and sincere stone, okay! Uncle doesn’t lie to you, I’m actually Not a forest ranger, I am the mayor of Nanmu Village, and my name is Moka!"

"Mocha?"

Tang San was taken aback for a moment, and said, "You and Lao Mo have the same surname?"

Merca said with a grunt, "To be precise, he is my third uncle, but I can tell you frankly that he didn't pass on the skill of my third uncle to others, including my nephew, He refused, so...no, I'll take you to try it!"

Perhaps it was the young man who saw his shadow of the year, and Moka finally agreed to take Tang San to see Old Mo.

Entering Nanmu Village, Tang San found that the size of this village is about the same as Shenghun Village. The whole village’s architectural style is made of wooden stilts. It may be because there are many woods here. In order to prevent snakes and insects from invading, it is also rich in nanmu. It has formed such a unique style, which is very similar to the architecture of the Jiuli tribe in southern Xinjiang.

Even in the village, the villagers are dressed in ethnic Jiuli costumes.

In the village, there is a touch of woody fragrance...

Mo Lao Carpenter Shop, located at the end of the village, is somewhat similar to Tang Hao’s blacksmith shop. Of course, the noise made by carpenters is not as loud as the blacksmith shop. Diaphragm should.

"Uncle San!"

Finally, under the leadership of the village chief, Tang San came to Mo Lao Carpenter's Shop.

Click! Click!

In the room, there were waves of wood chopping, but no one answered.

Mayor Merka raised his voice again and shouted, "Uncle San!"

The sound of wood cutting in the room finally stopped. After a while, only a creak was heard, the door opened, and a man in a gray robe appeared.

It was an old man who looked more than seventy years old, his body was covered with sawdust, his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy, and his white hair was pale and sparse.

"Hah?"

Old Mo's voice was a little hoarse, as soon as he opened his mouth, a pungent smell of alcohol came out.

Even Village Chief Moka couldn't help frowning, but Tang San didn't have any strange expressions, maybe he was used to the smell.

"Uncle San, this kid wants to worship you as a teacher and learn woodworking from you."

Moka put his hand on Tang San's shoulder and said.

"Asshole thing, didn't I tell you that I've been lonely all my life. I jumped off the cliff behind this village and wouldn't accept apprentices?"

Old Mo waved his hand and closed the door again, and soon there was the sound of cutting wood.

"This……"

Moka glanced at Tang San with a little embarrassment, and said, "Little brother! Look, I've tried my best, it's really impossible, you should go back!"

Tang San smiled at Village Chief Moka and said, "Uncle Mo, thank you, but I won't give up. You should go back first! I'll wait, maybe it's Mr. Mo who is busy now, so we just interrupted him. He is now, so he is naturally in a bad mood, so why would he accept me as a disciple?"

In the room, Old Mo's movements slowly stopped. When he heard Tang San's words, a complicated expression flashed in his eyes, but after a short pause, he continued to work.

Although Tang San said to Moka, he was actually talking to Old Mo in the room.

However, it does not seem to have any obvious effect.

However, Tang San firmly believed that no one could escape Ze Shen's true fragrance law!

Therefore, he would never give up so easily. Only after completing the task can he obtain "Qimen Dunjia". If he can comprehend Qimen Dunjia, Tang San's future attainments in hidden weapons will be greatly improved.

Often the routines were popular, and in order to complete the task, Tang San was willing to go, and saw him knelt in front of the carpenter's shop with a puff.

"Little brother, what are you..."

Seeing this movement of Tang San, Moka looked puzzled.

Tang San said, "If Elder Mo doesn't accept me as a disciple, I will kneel in front of this door."

"Brother, why are you so troublesome? It's getting dark, you should come to my house with me! There are a lot of mosquitoes at night here, and it's frosty and dew..."

"Uncle Village Chief, go! Leave me alone, I'll be fine."

"Oh! Alright!"

One is really more stubborn than the other, the character of this kid is somewhat similar to the third uncle.

Chief Merka sighed and left.

Gradually, it gets getting late...

Moka didn't lie to Tang San. The temperature difference between morning and evening was indeed very big. He knelt until late at night when he saw the carpenter's lamp go out and the surroundings fell completely silent!

Your uncle, this dead old man really ignored me and went to sleep by himself.

Tang San felt hungry and cold, and the mosquitoes kept biting his face, which made him feel very annoyed. He wanted to give up several times, but in the end he persisted.

When the day was about to dawn, Tang San finally couldn't hold it, kneeling and fell asleep.

Creak!

Suddenly, the door of the room was opened, and Old Mo, who was wearing gray clothes, was startled and said, "You kid, really knelt here all night?"