Douluo: Starting from the engagement with Zhu Zhuqing

Star Luo Empire, Royal Palace.

After a heavy snowfall, the entire palace was covered in silver, and the cold north wind made people not want to go out.

"Hey, come and eat!"

In front of the remote Leng Palace, an eunuch wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket handed the cold lunch box through the hole in the wall and shouted to the Leng Palace with a loud smile.

The hole in this wall is extremely small, no different from a dog hole.

呲——

A pair of dry yellow and thin little hands stretched out their fingers and carefully clasped them on the lunch box, but immediately retracted them with a brush. In this cold weather, the iron lunch box is extremely cold.

Behind the cold palace wall, a faint groan of pain could be heard.

But not long after, the thin index finger that was red from the cold stretched out tremblingly, and then clasped it tightly on the lunch box. No matter how cold the iron box was, it never let go.

With a squeaking sound, the lunch box was dragged in through the hole like a dog hole by small hands.

Seeing this, the eunuch and the surrounding eunuchs and maids burst into laughter.

"Haha, little cub is eating!"

"'Little Prince,' although the food is cold, you can still eat it. Don't resist. Don't die with your thin arms and legs. Otherwise, how will we explain to the Queen!"

"That bitch dared to offend the Queen. Now, although she is dead, as her son, you will have to suffer a lot!"

"Eunuch Li, you have done so well in the past few years, the Queen will definitely reward you. When the time comes, don't forget us!"

A eunuch said flatteringly to the eunuch who handed the lunch box to Leng Gong.

"Good to say!"

After the laughter, a group of eunuchs and maids left happily, as if promotion and fortune were just around the corner.

In the cold palace.

A little boy of five or six years old looked at the lunch box dragged in. He was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, and used force to separate his index finger from the iron lunch box. In an instant, blood flowed.

The weather was too cold. After just a moment of contact, the index finger and the iron surface were stuck together and could not be separated.

The little boy's expression suddenly became ferocious. He immediately put his index finger into his mouth to stop the bleeding, and then staggered towards the cold palace with broken windows.

After entering the house, he hooked the door with his feet, and the wind and snow suddenly disappeared. But the cold wind still rushed in through the cracked window.

Although the little boy was wearing a 'thick' cotton-padded jacket, the cotton inside had long been emptied out. Although it could provide some protection from the cold, it was only a guarantee that he would not freeze to death.

The little boy threw the lunch box aside, looked at the broken window, ruthlessly removed it with one hand, and then groped for two flints and some charcoal from under the bed.

Carefully hold the charcoal into a groove on the ground, then endure the pain and use a flint to ignite the charcoal. Then remove the wood from the window frame one by one and throw it into the groove to ignite it.

Soon after, the fire started to rise, and there was a hint of warmth in the cold room.

The little boy kicked the lunch box next to the fire with his feet and used the fire to heat the food in the lunch box. His chapped hands, which were frozen, were extremely itchy under the baking of the flames.

But this warmth is so hard-won.

The little boy's name is Dai Yao, and he is the son of the current Emperor Xingluo. But his mother was jealous of the queen. After her mother fell out of favor, the mother and son were relegated to the cold palace.

After his mother died, he, the so-called prince, seemed to be forgotten, completely trapped in this small and cold palace.

No need to think about it, this must be the Queen's fault.

For six years, Dai Yao suffered humiliation in the cold palace. Under the instructions of the queen, the eunuchs and maids in the palace tried their best to bully him.

In the summer, he liked to enjoy the shade under the big tree in the courtyard. After people knew about it, the tree was cut off the next day; he stayed in the pond for an extra second, and no one in the pond was there. All the creatures were scooped away by several palace maids.

He had already told the eunuchs about the broken window, but no one came to repair it. And he couldn't leave the cold palace and could only endure the cold of winter.

If it weren't for the Presbyterian Council of the White Tiger Family, which is responsible for the safety of all the descendants of the White Tiger Family, I'm afraid he would have been beaten and kicked by those eunuchs.

But the loneliness of being trapped in the cold palace for nearly six years still drove him crazy.

After eating some food, he finally felt better. Looking at the orange flames, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Tomorrow I will be six years old, and my martial soul will be awakened. If my martial soul is not strong enough, even the Presbyterian Council will not protect me for the rest of my life."

"By then, it will really be my death."

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but darken.

"If that's the case, I might as well have froze to death in the past few winters. Isn't it just to awaken a good martial spirit and avenge my mother?!"

Although his mother nominally died in depression after being relegated to the cold palace, he knew that was not the case at all. She was killed by the Queen's people!

Dai Yao could not help but breathe quickly, clenching his fists tightly, as if he had forgotten the pain.

"Bitch, I will definitely make you pay with blood!"

The cold moonlight shot in from the high wall of the cold palace, adding a bit of coldness to the cold winter night.

While adding firewood, Dai Yao shook his head helplessly and thought:

"Among those Douluo fans, the protagonist is not a popular drinker. He inherits the legacy of Wei Wu and picks up girls in Douluo Continent. Why am I so miserable!"

Yes, he is a time traveler.

In his previous life, he was a native of Earth and came to Douluo Continent by accident.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person.

When I was studying, I worked as a question writer, and after I graduated, I worked as a laborer. I didn’t have any commendable talents. From childhood to college, I was just mediocre, with nothing spectacular happening.

He is not tall and looks very ordinary, neither handsome nor ugly. In this life, although he was still young and skinny, his handsomeness that could not be hidden was slightly revealed.

In his previous life, his parents often taught him to be an upright person and try not to trouble others. However, it was only after he started working that he realized that such a person was not suitable to survive in society.

This kind of person is what people often call an honest person. Of course, honest people are no longer a compliment these days.

"I will never be an honest person again in this life!"

When he thought about what he had experienced today and the bullying he had suffered over the years, his eyes suddenly became fierce: "The rule of the world is that the weak eat the strong. This was the case in the previous life, and it is even more so in Douluo Continent. I will become cruel and let those bullies My people all pay the price!”

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In the evening, there was a knock on the door, which shocked the snow on the eaves.

Dai Yao quickly put out the fire, fearing that outsiders would see it and spread the news to the eunuchs. The eunuch has a mutilated body and a twisted personality. He will use any means to please him.

When he opened the door, he found a middle-aged man standing outside.

"Third Uncle!"

Dai Yao said in surprise.

The third uncle's name is Dai Hengyu, and he is the third brother of the current Xingluo Emperor. However, due to his martial arts, he did not participate in the competition for the Xingluo throne, so there is still a so-called family relationship between them.

Among the people Dai Yao had met, his third uncle was the only one who showed kindness to him.

"Hey." Looking at Dai Yao's bruised appearance, Dai Hengyu's heart was full of self-blame and powerlessness.

He and Dai Yao's mother were close friends, and she entrusted Dai Yao to him before she died. But he is just a prince with no real power. What ability does he have to save the people in the palace that the queen cares about.

But it will be different after tomorrow.

"Tomorrow is the day when you awaken your martial spirit. I'm here today to tell you something." Dai Hengyu picked up Dai Yao and comforted him.

"What's going on?"

"It's about your future. Maybe you won't have to live in this cold palace anymore."

"Our Dai family is the Star Luo royal family. From ancient times to the present, the top beast martial spirit - the White Tiger Spirit has been passed down. However, the more powerful the martial spirit, the harder it is to inherit it. Only a few people in each generation of our Star Luo Empire can awaken this spirit. Wuhun, and these people will be named princes."

"In terms of inheriting the martial spirit, if a person who possesses the White Tiger Spirit and a person who possesses the Nether Cat Spirit combine, their offspring will have the highest probability of inheriting the White Tiger Spirit. Therefore, the wives of every generation of Xingluo emperors are women from the Zhu family. The Zhu family has a rumor about the Nether Civet Martial Spirit."

At this point, he smiled bitterly: "Just like me, your mother's martial spirit is not the Netherworld Spirit Cat Spirit, so there is a high probability that she will not be able to inherit the White Tiger Spirit."

"At that time, if you continue to stay in the palace, you will suffer for the rest of your life. So when you awaken your martial spirit, I will take you to the Council of Elders."

The Council of Elders is the organization mainly responsible for managing the internal affairs of the White Tiger family. Record the concubines, names, and titles of the children of the family; undertake a lot of things such as the awakening of the martial arts souls of the children of the family, the practice of mimicry, the acquisition of soul rings, and the burial after death.

The Council of Elders is jointly led by seven family elders above the Contra level, and has jurisdiction over a large number of clan members.

"Thank you for your kindness, Third Uncle. But I know that you can hide for a while, but not for a lifetime. If the Queen really wants to kill me, not even the Presbyterian Council can protect me."

Dai Hengyu was surprised by Dai Yao's maturity, he didn't look like a six-year-old child at all.

"But if I don't awaken a powerful martial spirit tomorrow, I'll have to ask my third uncle."

After bidding farewell to his third uncle, Dai Yao returned to the room and lit the fire again. If possible, he didn't want to live such a useless life. He endured the eunuch's beatings, scoldings and humiliations for six full years.

A powerful martial soul may not necessarily create a powerful soul master, but a powerful soul master must have a powerful martial soul.

In the original work, the master once said: There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters.

But why are there no Hoe Douluo or Blue Silver Grass Douluo in Douluo Continent? Of course Tang San doesn't count, his martial spirit is the Blue Silver Emperor. Very few of these useless martial souls can become soul masters.

The martial souls that can become Douluo are all powerful martial souls that are famous all over the world. It can be said that the martial soul determines a person's life.

If Dai Yao couldn't awaken a powerful martial spirit, he would have to endure the humiliation and bear the burden for the rest of his life.

ps: Some changes have been made regarding the inheritance of martial souls.

If it is true that the powerful martial spirits of both parents were inherited, then after ten thousand years, everyone's martial spirits will be the same kind of martial soul.

Therefore, a setting was given, that is, the more powerful a martial spirit is, the more difficult it is to inherit it.

ps2: A few chapters of a Douluo fanfic have been updated in two months. It’s tiring to wait, so I’ll try to write one myself.

ps3: Chapter 1 has been modified