I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 4 Martial Soul Awakening
"Miss Wuliu, is this bouquet big enough?" Tang San picked the flowers in one hand and held a large cluster of wild flowers in the other, his usually indifferent face was now full of helplessness.

Wuliu floated in front of Tang San's eyes, watching the wild flowers occupy the arc of his arms.

"Reluctantly, it's bigger than yesterday's bunch, so let's put this bunch in Uncle Tang Hao's room." Wu Liu smelled the tangy fragrance of flowers, happily circling in the air.

The sense of ritual of a bouquet of flowers every day will never be out of date!

Tang San unskillfully gathered the flowers into a round bunch, wrapped them with large, neat green grass leaves, then tied them carefully with vines, and finally tied the bowknot that the little Wuliu girl taught yesterday, but it was tied Crooked.

Suddenly I remembered that Wuliu said when looking at the flowers: It is not only the flowers that bloom, but also my joy.

The corners of Tang San's lips raised uncontrollably, and the ears covered by his hair were quietly stained red.This little girl's mouth is so sweet, she is so happy to travel with her.

Besides, it's so young, who said it in front of her?Tang San frowned secretly.

Wuliu jumped on the surrounding flowers, relying on her lightness like a swallow, floating, falling, and closing her eyes, playing happily alone.

She can't hear Tang San's voice now, and she has made progress in exploring the reason of mind reading with Tang San and how to cut it off in the past few days, and found that as long as she wants to block Tang San, she won't hear her voice.

Just imagine, no one wants to be prying into their minds by strangers, Wu Liu decisively dragged Tang San out of the consciousness group chat.

Naturally, she doesn't know that Tang San is arranging her occasional literary rhetoric.

"Wu Liu, go home," Tang San held flowers in both hands, his eyes gleaming, dressed in plain blue cloth, but with a calm and measured temperament.

Wu Liu looked at Tang San, always feeling that this guy was going to confess his love to the girl next second.

This is an illusion!illusion! !Tang Xiaosan's official partner hasn't appeared yet. . .

Blue Silver Grass shook her head.

Wuliu responded briskly, borrowed strength from the flowers under her feet, and lightly landed on the flowers in Tang San's arms with a somersault.

"Tang Xiaosan, drive, drive!!" Wu Liu's excitement had not completely faded, and his voice was full of real vitality.

Tang San raised his eyebrows at the little girl's words of treating him as a horse, Wuliu hadn't troubled him a lot these days.

Silently holding down some of the flowers with both hands, so as not to fly the Wuliu out due to too fast speed, pointing toes, ghost shadows, one jump is two or three meters away, and the figure will go away in a few seconds.

He returned home soon, brought out the porridge, and calmly went to wake his father up. By the way, he found a clay pot and put this large bouquet of fragrant flowers on his father's bedside table.

Tang Hao opened his eyes, responded impatiently, and pretended to have fallen asleep, but after Tang San left the room, he fell into deep thought.

Xiao San, I am very happy these days. I pick flowers and go home in the morning. At noon, I carry fish in my left hand and fruit in my right hand. At night, I go to the door to watch the stars.Is it worth being happy that the Wuhun is about to awaken?

His turbid eyes opened slightly, and he looked at the crooked bow tied on it. The corners of his mouth twitched. Did his son have a drink with a little girl in the village...

Forget it, why not get up and ask.

But, how should this be said?
Ah Yin...you come back soon...

No blacksmithing today, morning is the annual Wuhun Awakening Ceremony in the village, Old Jack will pick Tang San up later.

Tang San stirred the steaming porridge with a spoon, and drank it slowly.

"Xiao San, let's go." The old Jack outside the door walked slowly with a cane, and saw that the old man was in good spirits, wearing brand new clothes than usual, with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa Jack, wait a moment, I'll finish the porridge," Tang San said, not afraid of the heat, he poured the porridge into his stomach in two or three mouthfuls.

[Tang Xiaosan, why are you drinking so fast? What if you burn yourself? 】Wu Liu blamed dissatisfiedly in the space of consciousness.

[It's okay] Tang San's heart warmed slightly.

"Father, I'm going out, the porridge is on the table," Xiang Lijian told his father, and Tang San went to help Old Jack and walked out of the house.

Tang Hao, who was about to open the door curtain and talk to his son just now with a messy face, froze in place.

The Wuhun Hall in the middle of the Holy Soul Village is just a slightly larger wooden house with the totem of the Wuhun Temple engraved on the door.

In the hall was a young man in his twenties, with short black hair, white clothes, and a black cloak. He was very handsome.

There are eight children in the village who are going to awaken this year, Tang San is the last one, the other seven are silently standing in a row in front of the young man, Tang San consciously walked over to the far right and stood together.

Old Jack saw a badge with three long swords on the young man's left chest, and quickly saluted.

"Hi, respected Master of Battle Soul, I will trouble you this time."

There was arrogance between the young man's brows, and he bowed his body slightly, as if to return the courtesy.

"I'm in a hurry, and there are still many villages to go, don't be too polite, let's start now."

Old Jack silently swallowed a lot of words he wanted to say, and left a sentence, "Cooperate well with the master to awaken," and quickly walked out of the Wuhun Hall.

The young man smiled, and his attitude towards these children was much gentler, "My name is Su Yuntao, a level 26 great soul master, and I am your guide. Now, I will awaken your martial soul one by one. Remember, no matter Don't be afraid of what happens later," the words fell.

"Lone wolf, possessed," the whole person's aura changed drastically.

There was a flash of blue light between Su Yuntao's brows, and his eyes suddenly turned into round green pupils like wolves, emitting a shining green light.

At the same time, gray hairs rushed out from the bare skin, and grew longer. The originally thin body muscles swelled, filling the clothes to the brim, and the hands turned into wolf claws. They grabbed the air and grabbed the children in front of them. I screamed in fright, some legs were weak, and I sat on the ground.

[Ahhh——] Wu Liu cried out in fear.

A white and a yellow halo came out of nowhere, swinging back and forth on his body, this is exactly the soul ring.

Tang San was also quite frightened by Wu Liu's loud screams in his mind, he forgot to be afraid of the scene in front of him.

It turns out that the so-called soul master is the ability to acquire some martial souls.Master Su Yuntao's martial soul is a wolf. As soon as the soul power is released, it can reveal the green eyes, gray hair and powerful muscles of a wolf. What a magical world.

He suddenly discovered that the charm of the profession of soul master lies. As for his martial soul...couldn't it be Wuliu—Blue Silver Grass?
【What's the matter! !Is the Blue Silver Grass okay? Wu Liu slowly calmed down and crossed his hands, his mung bean-like eyes widened.

Because she was going to wake up today, Wu Liu secretly connected to Tang San's heartfelt channel, and when she heard him say in such a slightly uncertain tone, she immediately didn't care to hide the fact that she listened to Tang San's heartfelt without authorization.

[No, no, Wuliu is the best] Tang San hurriedly comforted the little girl.

Just when Tang San was communicating with Wuliu, the seventh child had already awakened, this was a girl, floating in the light golden mask formed by six black stones, the one awakened was the Blue Silver Grass, Although it was not a farming tool, the disappointment in Su Yuntao's eyes was even more obvious.

"It's a waste martial soul. It has no attack power, no defensive power, and no auxiliary ability. The blue silver grass can be regarded as the standard form of a waste martial soul." While talking, he handed the blue crystal ball to the girl according to the procedure, just like As he expected, there is still no soul power. It seems that this year...

"Next," Tang San stepped forward, stepped into the mask, and with the injection of Su Yuntao's soul power, he gently floated about twenty centimeters off the ground.

Warm, Tang San felt that his whole body was wrapped by a warm force, and the internal force of Xuantian Kungfu was also circulating on its own, and then, under the pull of that force, something in his body seemed to break free from the shackles, and his right hand was uncontrollable. Lift up.

(End of this chapter)