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After a while, the curtain in the inner room was lifted, and a sturdy figure walked out with staggering steps.

This is a middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes of life. He looks about 5 or 60 years old. He is dressed very fashionably for a beggar gang.

A tattered robe was draped over the body, with no patches visible. The bronze skin underneath was shining, the complexion was sallow, the hair was as messy as a bird's nest, the beard was unkempt, and the smell of alcohol made Tang San and Tang Tang both He couldn't help but frown.

This is Tang Hao, an awesome being who once rocked the sky and almost killed the previous pope of Wuhun Palace, but now he is useless.

He grabbed the bowl on the table. He was not afraid of burning it and ate it with big mouthfuls. A trace of flush gradually appeared on his dark yellow face.

"Dad, drink slowly, there's still more in the pot." Tang San filled him another bowl, then picked up the bowl in front of him and started eating.

Soon, a large pot of porridge was eaten by three people. Of course, most of them were killed by Tang Hao.

"You take over the work first. I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go back and take a nap." Tang Hao drooped his eyelids and looked at Tang San while yawning.

As for Tang Tang, this kid is not worry-free at all. He is as lazy as a pig. If Tang San was half as diligent as Tang San, he would be a hit.

Tang Hao's schedule is still very regular, at least that's what Tang Tang thinks.

Sleep in the morning, blacksmith in the afternoon, and drink in the evening.

Ah, another beautiful day has passed.

"Dad, you are getting older. When I grow up, you can teach me how to blacksmith, and I will take care of you from now on." Looking at Tang Hao's lack of sleep, Tang San couldn't bear it, and in addition to building the Tang Sect The hidden weapon requires some fine iron, so he can naturally take over the iron mine.

Tang Hao was stunned when he heard this, then he pulled up a shabby chair and sat down, and asked lazily: "Xiao San, tell me what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith."

"A blacksmith who can create divine weapons is probably the best blacksmith." Tang San replied. He had heard people in this world say that divine weapons existed in this world.

"That's wrong." Tang Tang retorted righteously.

"Oh" Tang Hao and Tang San both looked at him in surprise.

"Heaven and Earth are the best blacksmiths, and the artifacts bred by nature are the real artifacts." Having seen countless Tang Tangs, I am naturally familiar with such words.

Tang San rolled his eyes and continued to drink the porridge from the bowl. As for Tang Hao, he ignored him and got up and went back to the inner room to sleep.

"What I fear the most is that the air will suddenly become quiet, and what I hate the most is that when I speak, I will suddenly be ignored by the crowd." Tang Tang left the stage with tears in his eyes.

in the afternoon,

Tang Hao began to teach Tang San how to blacksmith, while Tang Tang sat on the doorstep in boredom and was in a daze. As a time traveler, when will his system arrive?

Waiting online, very anxious.

Waiting and waiting, why hasn’t it come yet? It’s so boring.

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao is busy." Just when Tang Tang was about to fall asleep, an old voice came from the distance.

He was busy at the moment, Tang Hao was working on making farm tools, and he didn't say anything after hearing this.

Tang Tang stretched his neck and looked out, only to see that the person coming was an old man, who looked not much older than Tang Hao.

He has a slender figure, good energy, neat clothes, and meticulously combed hair. Compared with Tang Hao, he is two extremes.

Both Tang Tang and Tang San knew this person, Jack, the elder of Holy Soul Village.

"Grandpa Jack" Tang Tang looked shy and shouted at the top of his voice.

"It's Xiaotang. Come here and show grandpa. It's really good. He's grown so big." Old Jack waved to Tang Tang, who immediately ran over and looked at Old Jack expectantly.

The village chief is a good old man, and everyone in the village respects him, and so does Tang Tang, because every time they meet, Old Jack will give him a lot of delicious food.

After touching his head, Old Jack took out another chicken drumstick from his arms and reached out to take it. Tang Tang looked satisfied.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack."

"Hello, Grandpa Jack." Tang San walked up to Old Jack and saluted him respectfully. He had always respected Old Jack.

"Xiao San, this is yours." Old Jack gave Tang San another chicken drumstick, smiled and touched his head, and then walked into Tang San's house.

"Is something wrong, village chief?"

Unlike Tang Tang Tang San, Tang Hao's attitude towards him was relatively cold. He was not much older than himself, but he insisted on being a generation above himself. You can imagine Tang Hao's unhappiness.

Old Jack didn't take it seriously. If he didn't feel sorry for Tang Tang and Tang San, he wouldn't bother to talk to Tang Hao.

"Tang Hao, Xiaosan and Xiaotang are almost six years old. They should also participate in this year's martial arts awakening ceremony."

Glancing at Tang Tang and Tang San, whose mouths were full of oil, Tang Hao twitched the corner of his mouth, "Didn't I give you enough food on weekdays?"

"Let's talk about it then." Seeing the virtues of the two of them, Tang Hao's words suddenly changed again.

"You can't do this. You are delaying the children. I tell you, I will come to pick them up in three days. Just leave them alone." Old Jack was annoyed. It's okay for you to be slovenly all day long. Martial Soul Awakening But You are so perfunctory about the ritual that determines the fate of a person's life.

"That's it." Tang Hao nodded and ignored the village chief. He raised the hammer in his hand and struck the iron block on the stove again.

Tang Tang, who has read the original work, naturally knows what the awakening of the martial spirit is, and he is a little excited. What kind of martial spirit will he awaken?

Blue Silver Emperor, Clear Sky Hammer, or Martial Spirit Twins?

Tang San asked curiously: "Grandpa Jack, what is the spirit awakening ceremony?"

Old Jack straightened his face and said: "Each of us has his own martial soul. When he is six years old, he will awaken his martial soul. With the martial soul, he can cultivate his soul power and become a soul master. That is the whole world. The most noble profession in mainland China.”

When the word "soul master" was mentioned, Old Jack's eyes clearly showed a trace of envy.

Tang San was thoughtful after hearing this, wondering if his inability to break through with the Mysterious Heaven Skill had anything to do with the so-called soul master.

"Grandpa Jack, are you also a spirit master?" Tang San asked.

Old Jack's face stiffened, and he waved his hands and said, "Do you think if I were a soul master, I would still be the village chief in the village?"

"That's true." Tang San looked like this.

"Although I am not a soul master, Grandpa Jack and I are a ninth-level soul master who is infinitely close to a soul master. In fact, they are not much different." Old Jack looked proud.

"Grandpa Jack is really awesome, otherwise he would be the village chief." Tang Tang gave a thumbs up, and went over with a flattery.

Old Jack's face was full of joy, and his vanity was greatly satisfied. He once again took out a chicken leg from his arms and handed it to Tang Tang.

Sensible children should add chicken drumsticks.