Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 32 Strange Rules
In a blink of an eye, the time came to the day of the holiday.

At Tang San's invitation, Mo Wentian boarded the carriage to Saint Soul Village.

After getting into the carriage, Mo Wentian realized that Tang San with such wealth still lived in Saint Soul Village.

This feels a bit strange, always feels wrong, just like what we often say is unscientific.

"Third brother, I want to ask, what kind of village is Saint Soul Village?" Mo Wentian looked at the scenery outside the window on the road, turned around and sat down, and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Don't you know?" Tang San asked curiously, after seeing Mo Wentian shook his head, he said: "I usually heard you mention the Holy Soul Village, I thought you knew it, haven't you been there? "

Mo Wentian replied: "No, I grew up in Notting City, and going to Hunting Forest is the first time I left Notting City, and this is the second time."

Tang San asked: "So, you really haven't been there, so how do you know the existence of Holy Soul Village?"

Mo Wentian blinked, "I heard that the most famous village nearby is Holy Soul Village."

Tang San smiled, "Yes, after all, Saint Soul Village is relatively rich, and we made a lot of money by relying on the craft of blacksmithing."

Mo Wentian was stunned, "Third Brother, how can you make money by forging iron?"

Tang San nodded, "Yes, it's very profitable. Wentian, if you're interested, I can ask Dad to teach you. By the way, I heard from Yihu before that you want a better kitchen knife?"

Mo Wentian scratched his head and said shyly, "Yes, but won't this trouble Uncle Tang?"

Tang San smiled and said: "No trouble, moreover, we have a summer vacation, then we just work hard with Dad."

Mo Wentian said: "Okay, third brother, thank you."

Tang San said: "You're welcome, we are brothers, you don't have to be polite."

Mo Wentian smiled, looking forward to seeing what Tang San's hometown was like.

However, it seems wrong!

Does Saint Soul Village rely on blacksmithing for a living?

Isn't Tang Hao the only blacksmith?

Mo Wentian thought suspiciously, but when he thought about his previous experience, he slowly let go, "We can't fit into this world according to the original plot, this is not the world of novels, is this... reality?" he thought There was another sigh, perhaps, this is the world of novels.

However, what happened here seems to be different from what was written in the novel.

This reminded Mo Wentian of some things, just like the legends of heroes and some historical stories that have been handed down since ancient times, who can judge that there are not a few exaggerated adjectives among them?
No, no, what am I thinking?

Mo Wentian shook his head desperately in his heart, no matter how much there is a discrepancy with Douluo Continent's records, or even restore and overlap, the major events should not change.

It's like Tang San's apprenticeship with Yu Xiaogang, and meeting the Mandala Snake in the Hunting Soul Forest, breaking through to become a soul master and becoming a soul master.

These trends have not changed, that is to say, there is nothing wrong with Douluo Continent here.

However, you have to pay more attention to your words and deeds in the future.

Mo Wentian felt that he took it for granted and always said some things that should not be said. It seems that it will take some time to integrate into Douluo Dalu.

"Wentian, we are almost there, and the holy soul village is ahead."

Tang San's words made Mo Wentian stretch his head out of the window to look out, and a village came into view. The forest on a hill next to the village was lush and lush, the river in front of the village was crystal clear, the sky was blue and deep, and the air was fresh and sweet.

There were clanging and knocking sounds, and as the carriage approached, the sound gradually became clearer and louder.

"Welcome to Holy Soul Village!"

The carriage arrived, Tang San saluted Mo Wentian, smiled and asked him to get off the carriage to have a look at this well-known village.

"Welcome to Holy Soul Village!!!"

Just as Tang San finished speaking, a sound came from outside the carriage.

Tang San opened the carriage door, and made a gesture of invitation again.

"This..." Mo Wentian was stunned, looking at those enthusiastic uncles, aunts, and children, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Wentian, don't be shy, just treat this place as your own home, everyone is very warm and friendly." Tang San turned his head and smiled, signaling Mo Wentian to come down quickly, meaning don't worry.

Mo Wentian smiled shyly, causing jokes from the aunts, saying that he was an honest kid, and also saying that he was cute, and one of the aunts came directly to pick him up and get off the car.

"I..." It was the first time for Mo Wentian to be hugged like this. He blushed and glanced at this auntie. His mature and delicate body inevitably made him daydream.

"Ask the sky, ask the sky."

Tang San waved in front of Mo Wentian, wondering why he was still in a daze, if he was absent-minded along the way, he was almost home.

"Ah, what, what's the matter?" Mo Wentian realized, when was he let down, and he was still comfortably hugged.

"We're home." Tang San said angrily.

"Are you there?" Mo Wentian looked up, and a house that was bigger than he imagined appeared in front of him. It seemed to be more than 300 square meters, and the decoration was a bit shabby, but it was at least ten times better than the house in the original plot.

Tang San nodded in response, then pushed open the door and walked inside, "Father, I'm back." He looked around, but didn't find Tang Hao's figure, and walked forward while muttering: "It's strange , Normally, as soon as I go home, the old man rushes out to hug me, but today I can't see anyone?"

Mo Wentian followed into the room and looked at the furniture and hanging props in the room. Some swords, guns and weapons were showing their sharp edges, emitting a cold light.

Mo Wentian wanted to see Tang Hao's stove, but before he could walk to the studio of the stove, Tang San stopped him, "Wentian, that's where my dad works, and he doesn't like other people going in. "

Mo Wentian stopped and smiled, "Well, third brother, so you haven't gone in either?"

"No, but if the door is open, it means my dad is not inside."

As Tang San spoke, he searched for other places, Mo Wentian glanced curiously, caught up with Tang San, and asked: "Brother San, where do you usually forge iron?"

"I have my studio, I'll take you to see it later." Tang San said without looking back.

Mo Wentian didn't ask any more questions, followed behind Tang San, and carefully looked at his home.

"Why do I always feel that the atmosphere here is a bit strange, and these walls are also, it seems that they are doing sound insulation..." Mo Wentian murmured in his heart, and after a while, he heard Tang San sigh.

"Oh, that's strange. Where did you go? Why did you disappear?" Tang San searched around, but couldn't find Tang Hao. Listening to Tang San's words, Mo Wentian also felt strange.

"Wentian, I'll take you to the guest room first, and then prepare dinner for you."

"En." Mo Wentian responded, and looked at Tang Hao's studio again, feeling that it was the strangest place.

(End of this chapter)