Douluo's Bone Ring Dual Cultivation

In the evening, when Tang Wuming returned home, he found the iron block that Mistress was still banging. He immediately asked out of curiosity: "Mistress, why are you still knocking on this crap? Haven't you made dinner?"

Tang San only reacted when he heard that Tang Wuming was coming.

"Oops, I was so absorbed that I forgot to make dinner for a while." Tang San scratched his head in embarrassment.

Tang Wuming glanced at Tang Hao, who was sitting very peacefully beside him, and shook his head helplessly: "Hey, I have to make do with this..."

"Wow, this is..." Tang San said excitedly, looking at the bag of roast duck meat and flatbread in Tang Wuming's hand.

"Originally I was thinking of making it a midnight snack, forget it..." Tang Wuming handed the roast duck meat and flatbread to Tang San, then turned and walked towards Tang Hao.

"Well...who, tomorrow I will take the mistress to participate in the awakening ceremony, and you can forget about it. By the way, I almost forgot, this is the job I received today, I should make a lot of money, you can use it for snacks tomorrow , The mistress has recently built up our family's reputation, please don't destroy this sign." Tang Wuming casually threw the drawings in his arms to Tang Hao, and then put the money in his pocket on the table. He was about to turn around and leave, but when he took steps, he suddenly felt his body tighten.

"You brat, you've been itchy lately, haven't you?" Tang Hao gently patted Tang Wuming's shoulder with his palm.

Tang Wuming tried to break free, but found that he seemed to be pressed tightly by a big mountain and couldn't move. He thought to himself: "It's hard to forget that this guy is a Titled Douluo."

An inhumane sound sounded again.

At night, Tang Wuming got up and went to the roof of his house, looking at the stars in the sky, taking a deep breath and feeling the breath of nature.

"His, the father of this Titled Douluo is really serious. I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, the swelling on my face can go away, otherwise I will be very embarrassed to attend the awakening ceremony." Tang Wuming's eyes twitched slightly, feeling his face That burning pain.

"Hey Brother Wuming, you're not sleeping either," Tang San's voice sounded from behind.

"Oh, it's the mistress. Why is there an awakening ceremony tomorrow? You've been pounding the iron all afternoon. Why don't you take a good rest?" Tang Wuming turned around and looked at his younger brother who was born a moment before him.

"Brother Wuming didn't sleep either..." Tang San responded with a smile, then sat next to Tang Wuming, and the two looked at the stars in the sky together.

After a while, Tang San was the first to speak: "Brother Wuming, why do I always feel like you never care about your future life and live a stress-free life every day? I'm quite curious."

"Xiaosan, have you heard of salted fish?" Tang Wuming asked.

"Is salted fish just pickled fish?" Tang San responded, somewhat confused.

"Absolutely. You said it turned over, what did it mean?" Tang Wuming continued to guide Tang San.

"Turning over...it seems like nothing has changed. It should still be salted fish," Tang San replied.

"Well, you are still a salted fish when you turn around. In this world, where you should be in the future is determined as soon as you are born. What do you think, Xiaosan?" Tang Wuming explained.

Hearing Tang Wuming's words, Tang San recalled that in his previous life, as an outer disciple of the Tang Sect, he fell off a cliff in the struggle against fate. In this life, he still could not bow to fate. After regaining consciousness, he calmed down.

"Brother Wuming, I think if you don't work hard, how will you know where you can reach in the end? Brother Wuming, I may not be as good as you in terms of talent, but as long as I work hard, sooner or later I will surpass you."

Perfection is to give Xiao San the idea of ​​struggle. As long as I don’t show someone who is mediocre in front of Xiao San, the pressure on Xiao San’s shoulders will definitely be greater, so as to stimulate his growth. I am really Douluo The most thoughtful and considerate brother on the mainland.

With a decadent father and an ambitious brother, I may only be able to support this family by myself, but I believe that one day, my efforts will inspire my father and brother.

The two people's ideas reached a certain level of common ground in a sense, well, they hit it off immediately.

The next day, the morning dew hit my face.

Tang Wuming blinked and realized that it was already dawn.

I slept on this roof last night

Where is the mistress?

Tang Wuming went downstairs and found that Xiaosan was blacksmithing again.

What are you doing forging so early in the morning?

Listening to the familiar and rhythmic knocking sound, Tang Wuming took a step forward and was about to speak, but found that the piece of scrap metal in Xiao San's hand looked familiar.

This is the piece from last night

It seems that getting smaller means getting smaller.

砰

After this sound, Tang San put down the hammer in his hand and breathed out: "Huh, I finally finished hammering ten thousand hammers. Is this what it means to be hammered through thousands of times?"

This piece of iron continued to yield under Tang San's perseverance, and finally turned into a piece of fine iron.

Apparently, after I fell asleep last night, he went downstairs and started exercising.

However, Tang Wuming observed carefully and found that Tang San's mental state was actually more energetic than before. It seemed that he had made a breakthrough during the forging process.

The two had a hasty breakfast, and then set off towards the awakening ceremony with Old Jack, who had just arrived.

Under the leadership of Old Jack, the two Tang brothers followed him to the Wuhun Hall in the village. They said that the Wuhun Hall was just a simple large wooden house.

This year, there are nine children in Holy Soul Village undergoing martial soul awakening, and the Tang brothers are the last ones to arrive.

At the same time, there was a young man in the simple Wuhun Hall. He was in his twenties and handsome. He was dressed in a white soul master's professional uniform full of energy. There was a small soul word printed on the chest. In addition, The most noticeable thing outside is the three long swords on his left chest, which also means that he is a symbol of a great soul master.

"Let's get started." The young great soul master seemed a little impatient to wait, because he had experienced six villages before, but none of them met the criteria for becoming a soul master, and in his opinion, there would be no such thing in the Holy Soul Village. What a special place.

"Come on, kids." Old Jack was full of hope for the nine children in front of him...well, he is full of hope every year.

"Line up and come one by one," the young soul master said, and the little guys immediately stood in line obediently.

There was a formation between him and the child, and in the middle of the formation was a blue crystal ball.

"Place your palms on this ball, close your eyes and feel it with your heart."

Within a few breaths, a sickle-like martial spirit appeared in front of everyone.

"The sickle is very ordinary. Next we have to see if you have soul power..." The young great soul master stretched out his palm and placed it on the crystal ball.

After a moment, the young great soul master responded with some regret: "Without soul power, it's a pity that you can't become a qualified soul master, the next one."

The appearance of a series of farm tools makes everyone more and more nervous, because they all have no soul power, which means they cannot practice.

The seventh one is a little girl, and a blue silver grass that can be seen everywhere appears in front of everyone...

"Blue silver grass, waste martial soul, soul power... there is no next one." The young soul master no longer has much patience.

The little girl blushed with embarrassment and stood timidly at the end of the team that had awakened its martial spirit.

Tang San was the eighth. He took a step forward and put his palm up.

Under the golden light, a blue silver grass appeared in front of everyone.

"Is it Blue Silver Grass again?" The young great soul master didn't even think of letting Tang San test his soul power.

"Uncle, I haven't conducted the soul power test yet." After realizing that he was left out, Tang San quickly asked.

"No need to try. Even if you have soul power, your martial soul is useless." The young great soul master responded.

"Uncle, give him a chance. I can test it later." Tang Wuming stepped forward and signaled to the young great soul master.

"Well, let's waste more time."

After speaking, the young great soul master stretched out his hand to sense the soul power in Tang San's body.

Feeling the absorbing force in the crystal ball, Tang San quickly circulated the Xuantian Technique in his body, injecting all his internal energy towards the blue crystal ball.

Just filling it up should be enough... Tang San thought simply in his heart.

The light of the blue crystal ball became stronger and stronger, and the palm of the young soul master's hand placed on the crystal ball trembled slightly.

"This is... full of innate soul power." The young great soul master looked at Tang San with something wrong.

"What is it that is full of innate soul power..." The little kids on the side asked curiously.

The young great soul master looked at everyone and said: "Ahem, innate full soul power determines a person's starting point on the path of cultivation. Innate full soul power refers to the highest soul power that one can achieve innately. You know, I was When you awakened, you were only at level 2 and you are indeed at level 10. This is the first time I have seen innate full soul power."

"Is this so?" Tang San looked at the Bluesilver Grass in his hand excitedly.

"It's a pity...but it's just a useless martial spirit among the same type. It has no attack ability, no defense ability, and no auxiliary ability..." the young great soul master added.

Tang San vaguely guessed something and didn't say much.

"Next, next person"

Wuming took a step forward.

"Come on, Brother Wuming," Tang San encouraged Tang Wuming as he passed by.