Tang San smiled and said: "It's a kind of soul beast that becomes a spirit and specializes in seducing men."
Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, looking at Tang San, her eyes suddenly became a little strange. In an instant, her mood suddenly became excited, "Go to hell, you dare to say that I am a vixen, I will fight with you."
As she said that, she jumped up from her bed and rushed towards Tang San.
The other work-study students have long been used to this scene. The fight between Sister Xiaowu and Tang San has long been accustomed to them. If one day the two of them don't fight a few times, maybe they will not.
comfortable.
Early the next morning, when Tang San set out on the road, there was a bouncing little girl beside him. Wearing the uniform of Notting College, he left Notting City and headed for Holy Soul Village.
The past year has been extremely fulfilling and satisfying for Tang San. He has broken through the bottleneck of the first level of Xuantian Kung. With his hard work, Xuantian Kung has made great progress.
.According to his own calculations, he should have reached the upper middle level of the second level at this time. Based on his soul power, he should be around level 16 to level 17.
In the academy, there was only one Xiao Wu who could compare with him in terms of soul power. Although Xiao Wu was rarely seen practicing, the two were always close to each other when comparing their soul power. Sometimes Tang San had the upper hand.
, sometimes Xiao Wu will overtake him. Although they are both children, neither of them is convinced by the other, so this competition is inevitable.
At the beginning, senior students such as Xiao Chenyu and Wang Sheng occasionally joined in, but as Tang San and Xiao Wu's soul power increased rapidly, no one bothered them anymore. Who wants to become
What about the existence of sandbags?
Therefore, although Xiao Wu is nominally the boss of all Nordin students, in fact, when Xiao Chenyu and others call Tang San, they will also call him "Little Third Brother".
When Tang San competes with Xiao Wu, he always suffers more losses than wins. Xiao Wu's attack methods are endless, especially her soft skills, which give people a feeling like rice cakes. If neither party uses the power of the spirit ring,
Tang San is almost certain to lose. Even if he uses the spirit ring, relying on the entanglement and paralysis effects of the blue silver grass, at most he will be able to draw with Xiao Wu.
As for the hidden weapons Tang San secretly practiced, he did not use them in the competition. One reason was that the hidden weapons were too lethal and could hurt people too easily. The other reason was that he also hoped to hone his skills in the competition with Xiao Wu.
Melee combat ability. Perhaps it is because the two have a good promotion effect as sparring partners for each other. In terms of combat, they have advanced hand in hand. The teachers in the academy are too lazy to care about them. In Noting, although Tang San and Xiao Wu are only in the first grade, they are still in the first grade.
But he has become a famous genius in the academy.
"How far is it?" Xiao Wu looked east and west and asked smoothly.
"We're almost there. Have you seen that mountain over there? Our Holy Soul Village is at the foot of the mountain." We were about to arrive home, and Tang San couldn't help but feel a little excited. If it wasn't for Notting Academy's regulations that he had to return home at night.
Living in a college, if there are teachers checking the wards every day, maybe Tang San would have gone home to see his father long ago. I haven't seen him for a year, dad, how are you?
Perhaps because he was an orphan in his last life, Tang San cherished this family relationship especially in this life.
He touched the Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlight Night on his waist. There were the foundry hammers he brought to his father, brand new clothes, and even a few bottles of good wine.
The small mountain village he had lived in for six years was already in sight. For some reason, Tang San felt an inexplicable emotion gradually emerge in his heart. If he had to describe it in one sentence, then he would say, it feels good to have a home. Even this
There is only me and my father at home.
Soon, the two of them had entered the Holy Soul Village. Tang San's home was at the end of the village. He raised his hand and pointed to the dilapidated sign on the roof. Tang San smiled at Xiao Wu and said, "Look, that's my home."
With home in front of him, Tang San's mood became excited unconsciously, and he quickened his steps, taking three steps at a time and then two steps at a time to reach the door of the house.
The door was not closed as when he left. This had always been Tang Hao's habit. After all, there was nothing that could be stolen in his blacksmith shop.
"Dad, I'm back." Tang San shouted excitedly.
Xiao Wu had never seen Tang San in such an emotion. She stood behind him and looked at him curiously. In her impression, Tang San was a very gentle friend. He didn't talk much, but he always seemed so busy.
, there is always something to do. Only in discussions with him can you see his serious side. Even if you lose to yourself, you have never seen him angry or excited.
While shouting, Tang San quickly walked inside.
Nothing seemed to have changed. The blacksmith shop was still messy, even messier than before he left. The messy things were scattered all over the floor. The tattered feeling brought him more kindness.
"Oh, mistress, you're back." A gentle voice sounded. A man walked out of the room.
Seeing him, Tang San couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Jack, you are here too, where is my father?"
It was Jack, the elder of the Holy Soul Village, who walked out of it. With a wry smile on his face, he handed a piece of paper to Tang San and said, "Take a look, this is what your father left. I'll come find him in the morning."
He originally wanted him to go pick you up with me, but I didn’t expect you to come back.”
A trace of nervousness appeared in Tang San's heart, and he quickly took the paper handed over by Old Jack and looked down.
There are only a few simple lines of words on the paper, and the handwriting is a bit sloppy, but it can't hide the rough and bold atmosphere.