"Oh." Soul ring and soul beast, these two new names kept echoing in Tang San's heart. Although he was not sure whether his guess was correct, Xuantian Kung had been unable to break through the bottleneck. This soul ring was obviously a
Breakthrough.
At this time, Jack had come to his senses, lowered his head to look at Tang San, and said in surprise: "Xiao San, you are not the boy with innate soul power and martial soul blue silver grass that the master said."
Tang San nodded and said, "It's me."
Old Jack knelt down and looked at Tang San face to face, "Xiao San, I didn't expect your talent to be so outstanding. It's a pity that you have such a father and didn't pass on a good martial spirit to you. Otherwise, maybe you really
You can become the second soul saint in our village. Tell grandpa if you are willing to go to a specialized school to learn the training methods of a soul master. Only there can you have the most accurate knowledge about martial arts."
Tang San had already developed a strong interest in martial arts at this time, especially since this martial spirit was related to his own Xuantian Skill, but he still did not have a direct and definite answer, "Grandpa Jack, you have to ask my dad about this."
Jack suddenly came to his senses, yes, no matter how sensible a child is, he is still a child, and he must seek Tang Hao's opinion no matter what.
There was a certain light in his eyes. Even though he really didn't want to see that sloppy ghost, he didn't care so much in order to have another soul master in the village.
"Let's go, Xiao San, grandpa will take you home." Old Jack sneaked back to the other children and asked their parents to take them away, and then he took Tang San back to the blacksmith shop.
In the morning, it was Tang Hao's usual bedtime, and the blacksmith shop was quiet.
"Tang Hao, Tang Hao." Old Jack didn't care whether Tang Hao was sleeping or not. He really hated this sloppy blacksmith. If the farm tools he forged were not very cheap, he would have kicked Tang Hao out long ago.
The village.
While calling Tang Hao, Old Jack glanced around. He wanted to find a chair to sit down on, but looking at those tattered things, he really didn't have the courage to pull him over. He was not young anymore, and he didn't want to sit down on the chair.
I broke my bones here.
"Who is yelling?" Tang Hao's slightly angry voice sounded, and he opened the inner door curtain and walked out slowly.
He first saw his son, and then turned his attention to Jack, "Old Jack, what are you doing?"
Jack said angrily: "Today is the day when your son's martial spirit awakens. Don't you know how important it is? In other families, parents are always accompanying him, but when you arrive, you are still the same."
As if Tang Hao didn't hear Jack's sarcasm, he looked at his son again, "Xiaosan, your martial spirit has awakened? What is it?"
Tang San said: "Dad, it's Blue Silver Grass."
"Blue Silver Grass?" I don't know why, but when Tang Hao, who had never been very interested in any foreign objects, heard these three words, his body suddenly trembled, and a special light appeared in his eyes.
Only Tang San noticed the change in Tang Hao's expression. Old Jack naturally didn't care about the expression of a sloppy blacksmith and said directly: "Although it is Blue Silver Grass, Xiao San is innately full of soul power. Tang Hao, I have decided that this year
The quota for a work-study student in the village will be given to Xiao San. Let him study at the Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City. The traveling expenses will be covered by the village."
"Blue silver grass, blue silver grass." Tang Hao muttered a few words, raised his head suddenly, his eyes showed a firm light that Tang San had never seen before, and said in a deep voice: "No."
"What did you say? I heard you right." Jack took out his ears and looked at Tang Hao in surprise, "You should know how precious this opportunity is. Even if there is a Soul Saint in our Holy Soul Village,
There is only one quota per year. In other villages, two or three villages can share one quota. Did you know? This is a good opportunity. Maybe Xiao San will become a master in the future."
Tang Hao glanced at Jack coldly, "What's the use of a master? I only know that if he leaves, no one will cook for me. Lan Yin Cao, do you think Lan Yin Cao's martial spirit can be cultivated?"
What is it? It's just a useless martial spirit."
Old Jack said angrily: "But he is born with full soul power. As long as he can get a soul ring, even the lowest quality soul ring, he can immediately become a soul master. Soul master, do you know? In our village,
There hasn’t been a soul master for many years.”
Tang Hao said calmly: "This is your real purpose. If you say no, it just won't work. You can leave."
"Tang——Hao——." The anger in Old Jack's chest had burned to the limit.
Tang Hao still looked lazy, "Don't be so loud, I'm not deaf. I said, you can go."
"Grandpa Jack, don't be angry. I still don't want to learn the soul master's abilities. Dad is right, Bluesilver Grass only wastes martial souls. Thank you for your kindness."
Although Jack hated Tang Hao extremely, he liked the sensible Tang San very much. His anger gradually calmed down, and he sighed, "Good boy, grandpa is not angry. Okay, grandpa is leaving." With that, he turned and walked outside.
go.
Tang San hurriedly sent him off. Dad could ignore it, but Jack was the village chief and was very kind to him, so he would never be less polite.
Jack walked to the door of the blacksmith shop and stopped, turned to look at Tang Hao, and said seriously: "Tang Hao, your life is over like this, but Xiaosan is still young, don't you think we should give him a way to make a living?
Don't delay him and become a soul master, at least he won't be as miserable as you in the future. If you change your mind, just come to me. There are still three months left before the registration period for this year's Notting Soul Master Junior College."