Chapter 5

The sudden appearance of Lingmo is undoubtedly a great blow to Tang San. His biggest secret has been known by Lingmo, but he can't help him.

On... You know an enemy better than you. What do you take against him?

But quite Lingmo means that they are not enemies! Since it's not an enemy, it's a friend?

Does he indirectly admit that he is also a disciple of the Tang clan?

Tang San wanted to ask this question, but Lingmo didn't mention it. No matter how he asked, he refused to say, so he had to give up.

Through this contact, he probably understood that the six-year-old child in front of him was definitely not a real child. Maybe like him, he also belonged to a transgressor.

Because his mind and behavior are too mature for a six-year-old child.

"Then you should always tell me your name?"

Tang San was helpless, and then said, the guy in front of him is really difficult.

"My name is Lingmo, from Daoxiang village next door! Because we didn't decide the outcome just now, the bet is invalid. Just call me Lingmo or Xiaomo! I'll call you Xiao San... "

"Er..."

Is it so cooked? But the name Xiao San is so harsh?

Finally you became someone else's junior!

After chatting with Tang San for a long time, Tang San suddenly remembered a very important thing and was anxious.

"No! The family is still cooking porridge... "

When he went up the mountain, Tang San habitually cooked porridge and could drink it when he came back after cultivation. Will the porridge paste up because of the appearance of Lingmo?

At the thought of it, Tang San couldn't sit still, "I'm going back and talk another day..."

"Oh, don't worry!"

Lingmo is still hungry. It's not... I just found a good food ticket. How can I let it go.

"What else can I do for you?"

Tang San was about to leave and was pulled by Lingmo. He couldn't help wondering.

"Cough... Don't you want to invite your good friends to your house?"

In order to eat and drink, Lingmo didn't even want his face. Tang San didn't open it, so he had to open it himself.

"Er... My house is very simple and there is nothing to eat. It's not very good!"

At the thought of that barren house, Tang San couldn't hang on his face. How can he invite friends

"It's all right. I'm not as poor as I am! You don't know. I live in a tree in our village. I don't even have a decent house... "

At the mention of this matter, Lingmo feels embarrassed. To say that she is poor, Lingmo is definitely poorer than Tang San. At least there is an iron drunkard in his family.

My family didn't even have a person. It was a difficult group who lived to the age of six only with the help of the villagers and the abduction of Lingmo.

So big, Lingmo doesn't know what money looks like in this world

"How are you! But I'll tell you first. My father has a bad temper. Don't talk nonsense later... "

At the thought of the drunkard father at home, Tang San was also very worried. He was afraid that Lingmo would annoy Tang Hao and it would be bad at that time.

"Oh! Don't worry, let's go and lead the way. I'm almost hungry... "

In the morning, he ate two roast fish without dripping water. Lingmo was already hungry and his chest stuck to his back. Originally, he wanted to cheat the child to steal the chicken. Unexpectedly, the chicken didn't steal, so he almost took himself in.

Fortunately, he runs fast, but that guy will never give up and pit others every day.

Seeing Lingmo so determined, Tang San didn't mean to refuse and led the way directly in front.

After learning that Lingmo has mastered the unique skills of Tang clan, Tang San has relaxed his vigilance and has an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Maybe they are the same kind of people, so they resonate in their hearts.

Follow Tang San to the holy soul village. Lingmo finally sees the legendary Douluo novice village.

Holy soul village can almost be said to be a transit station for walkers. Almost all special walkers go out from holy soul village.

Either Tang San's brother, brother, or neighbor, forced the relationship in various ways.

I don't know what kind of abuse Tang Hao made in those years. Obviously, he had only one son, and suddenly so many people came out to recognize his father!

Maybe he's a little confused. I obviously have only one son. What are you yelling about

"Tut Tut, the legendary Douluo novice village looks like this..."

Although she is next door, Lingmo has never been to shenghun village. This is her first time to shenghun village.

At this glance, Daoxiang village is not as good-looking as Daoxiang village. Unlike Daoxiang village, the holy soul village is full of blue silver grass, which grows everywhere.

No wonder Tang Hao chose to settle here. His feelings are because there are so many blue silver grass!

"Is this your home?"

The little broken house next to the big tree looks no better than Lingmo's little tree house. It's a little bigger.

"Yes! This is my home. It may be a little shabby, but I can barely live... "

Tang San's face was also a little hung up. There was no way. Even if he wanted to renovate, he didn't have the money.

"OK! It's much better than my little tree house... "

Follow Tang San into his house. The dark room inside attracted Lingmo's attention. If he guessed correctly, it should be Tang Hao sleeping inside?

"You are a drunkard! It's time to wake up... "

Lingmo doesn't want to provoke that drunkard. That guy dares to fight even the emperor. Who will provoke him? Who is Sabi

"You sit here first. I'll see how the porridge is..."

Then Tang San went to stir up the porridge he cooked. After cooking for so long, should it be rotten?

Having nothing to do, Lingmo also followed him and found that although this guy was capable, he really didn't dare to compliment him on his cooking. "

"Shit, what are you cooking, mushy?"

There was nothing in the porridge, not even a meter. It was all water. Lingmo felt shabby looking at it.

"All right, all right! Go away and look at me... "

The Tang three families are unreliable. They are too poor! Cook porridge without even a rice

Moreover, Lingmo didn't dare to compliment him on his cooking skills. In order to have a full stomach, Lingmo decided to do a big job.

"What are you going to do?"

Tang San didn't understand. Seeing Lingmo bustling around, he didn't look like an outsider at all, but like a master.

"Cook porridge, go outside and pick some mushrooms! It just rained yesterday. There should be a lot in the grove... "

When Tang San goes out to pick mushrooms, Lingmo has started to go out and wander directly to shenghun village.

Before long, he came back carrying a bag of rice, which made Tang San look confused. What's this guy doing? Where did this rice come from?

In terms of deception, Lingmo is definitely an expert in this field. If you want to get a bag of rice, you just need to use your brain and get it.

I just don't know if his father will beat the child to death when he comes home. It's none of Lingmo's business. Just fill your stomach.

"Today, I let you know what porridge is... People say that you rely on mountains to eat mountains and rivers to eat water. You should know how to make rational use of resources. Why don't you think of making good use of such good resources as Houshan? You eat this porridge every day to see your thin skin and bones..."

In terms of cultivation, Tang San is definitely a genius, but his life is worse! Constrained by existing resources, and do not know how to make use of resources elsewhere.

This may be because he stayed in Tangmen for many years. He didn't have the opportunity to go out, so he didn't understand these things.

After washing the rice and cooking, Lingmo went out again. Tang San couldn't understand what he wanted to do more and more.

It's not... Just over ten minutes later, he ran back with a wild boar on his shoulder.

"Come on, get the knife. I'm going to kill today..."

Tang San is completely ignorant! Is this guy an immortal? For Mao, he feels that all these years have lived in vain? Every day is either porridge or porridge. When this guy comes, it's either pork or rice.

It's no wonder that Tang San is an honest man. How could he do that kind of cheating.

"Today, let you try my craft and make you a mushroom stewed porridge..."