"It feels so good to be home! Is anyone going to have a late-night snack?!"
"Look at what time it is! What else can you think about besides eating?!"
"Go back and have a rest. We have a holiday tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and we will officially start classes in three days. Don't forget it!"
"oh!"
"It's gone, it's gone!"
Under the night, the quiet little village was buzzing with excitement. In a small dark room, Flanders, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Those little monsters are back... It seems that the academy is going to be lively again." Flanders slightly raised the corners of his mouth, turned over, and closed his eyes again.
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"Brother, what is your new soul skill?"
"Hmph, keep it a secret." A hint of joking smile flashed across Tang San's eyes, which was rare for him to become more playful.
When it comes to teasing his sister, Tang San can be said to be self-taught.
"You...! Humph, forget it if you don't tell me. If you don't tell me, I won't tell you either, just a little bit." Tang Tang said angrily.
"You?" Tang San's face showed a trace of embarrassment, and he turned to look at Xiao Wu with a smile in his eyes, "Then I'll ask Xiao Wu. Do you think Xiao Wu won't tell me?"
"No, brother, you are cheating!"
"..."
The three of them were joking and walking towards the dormitory. Behind them, an unexpected person stopped them.
"Tang Tang, Tang San." Ning Rongrong looked at the close brother and sister, with seriousness on their faces.
"Can I borrow some of your time? I have something to tell you."
"Um... okay?" Tang Tang gave Xiao Wu a reassuring look and asked her to go back first.
Watching Xiao Wu's back disappear behind the dormitory door, Tang Tang and Tang San also became serious: "You can talk now."
Ning Rongrong was silent for a while, then took a deep breath, "Before we start, can I ask a question first?"
"I would like to ask, are the things called concealed weapons you use made by you yourself?"
Such a crucial question right from the start? Tang San's eyes moved slightly, and he was secretly wary.
The Tang Sect's secret skill was his biggest secret in the world. Even Tang Tang didn't know about it and only thought it was a skill taught to him by his father, Tang Hao.
"Yes, this is a craft taught to us by our father." Tang San nodded and admitted.
"So, do you have any plans to sell your hidden weapons?"
"You mean...?" Tang Tang vaguely guessed Ning Rongrong's intention.
"As you know, the Qibao Glazed Tile Sect is the No. 1 auxiliary soul sect in the world, and the martial soul of every direct disciple is the Qibao Glazed Tile Pagoda." Ning Rongrong's eyes were silent, and her voice was unhurried, "But this means
All direct disciples have no ability to kill or protect themselves, and can only rely on affiliated sects."
"But it depends on everyone running. Sometimes, living people are not as reliable as cold weapons."
"So, on behalf of the Qibao Glazed Sect, I hope to purchase the hidden weapon blueprints in your hands. You can charge whatever price you want." Ning Rongrong said seriously.
"Impossible." Tang San rejected it without hesitation.
Hidden weapons were the foundation of his envisioned future sect, and Ning Rongrong's purchase of hidden weapon blueprints was tantamount to directly cutting off the foundation of his sect.
She had no expectations for this request, and there was nothing to be disappointed in being rejected. Ning Rongrong smiled slightly and settled for the next best thing, "Then, can I hire two people to make a large number of complete sets of finished concealed weapons and sell them to me?
Woolen cloth?"
"This... no problem." Tang San agreed quickly this time. In other words, the sale of hidden weapons was originally a daily income for the future sect.
But exactly which ones can be sold remains to be considered.