Douluo Zhibo Madara

After lunch, Tang Hao seemed unusually silent.I didn't go out drinking as usual.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San and then at Ban from time to time, as if he was making a difficult decision.

Ban seemed to have read through Tang Hao's thoughts. He did not go back to the house after the meal, but sat silently on a stool nearby.

Are you still hesitating? But you have already made up your mind.

Ban just sat there, looking at the uncertain expression on Tang Hao's face, and thought to himself.

Tang San, who was accustomed to clearing the dishes after meals, obviously didn't know what was about to happen.

I have to give it a push.After all, this is related to my brother's future.

Madara couldn't help but asked directly: "Xiao San. Don't you really want to become a powerful soul master?"

Tang San couldn't help but be stunned. After hesitating for a while, he shook his head and said, "Brother, you go ahead. I'll stay at home to take care of my father."

Madara frowned and shouted: "Xiao San, tell the truth if you want to become a soul master?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, and after a period of mental struggle, he nodded weakly.

Tang Hao sighed, his face looking a little older, "You still have to choose this path after all."

Tang Hao said nothing else, looked at Madara meaningfully, and then went back to the house to rest.

"At least, you allowed it," Ban asked to Tang Hao's back, "right?"

Tang Hao didn't seem to hear and was walking on his own, but what Tang San and Madara couldn't see was that there was an expression of half disappointment and half relief on his face.

Ban understood that Tang Hao had acquiesced.

Not only did they acquiesce to Tang San's study, they also acquiesced to Ban's abandonment of study.

Because Ban was injured, he did not help Tang San, but went back to the house to recuperate.

When passing by Tang San, he murmured softly: "Xiao San, work hard and go your own way."

These words were like mosquitoes, but they couldn't escape the ears of Tang San, who was practicing the Xuantian Technique.

Tang San's thin body suddenly trembled, and he immediately raised his head, but he only saw Madara's handsome back.

The days that followed flew by like running water. Tang San's family still lived peacefully, seemingly unchanged, but farewell would come in three months.

During these three months, Madara still practiced hard without slacking off, and Tang San still got up early to practice unshakably.The drunkard Tang Hao's three days of fishing and two days of drying nets were no different from usual.

Ding Ding Ding

The lump of iron that Tang San banged with sweat was now the size of a human head.

Meanwhile, Madara was exercising his arm strength by pulling the bellows, while simultaneously chatting with Tang San.

"Ahem!" A cough came from behind, and Madara knew that Tang Hao was coming without looking back.

"Father." Tang San looked at his father, and the hammer in his hand stopped unconsciously.

Madara, on the other hand, just nodded slightly and said nothing.

In fact, Ban is still very unhappy with Tang Hao. If you want Xiaosan to fight, then teach him well.It's really irresponsible to just be lazy after being assigned a task like this.

When, when, when, when, when

"Stop." Tang Hao said.

Sure enough, Ban would not believe that Tang Hao would really be indifferent to his son who was about to leave home to study.

Tang San put down the hammer in his hand, panting slightly.

"Tell me what method you plan to teach." Madara asked with interest while leaning against the wall.

Tang Hao's body froze for a moment, and he swallowed what he was about to say, and turned his head to glare at Madara.

Then he began to teach the force-generating techniques of blacksmithing, and even practiced it himself.

When Madara saw Tang San hitting the iron with a new technique, his eyes lit up, and he even opened his Sharingan, observing attentively.

"Your martial spirit is a hammer, right?" Madara said while observing intently without looking back.

Tang Hao sneered, didn't answer, and went back to drunkenness.

Is the strong man of the Hammer Spirit at least at the Shadow level? It seems that he should pay special attention when he goes out to explore in the future.

Time flies by like a flash, and the day of departure has arrived.

As usual, Ban accompanied his younger brother Tang San to the top of the hill to practice, although this might be the last time.

After returning home, Tang San felt a little disappointed when he saw the door that had not yet been opened.But he quickly adjusted his mood and thoughtfully prepared breakfast for his father.

Old Jack has already arrived, perhaps because he is going to Notting City, today's Old Jack specially wore a new suit, looking a bit more hale and hearty.

"Mistress, Xiaoban, let's go. Get rid of that lazy guy." Jack also got off the carriage and said angrily.

Until now, old Jack has not swallowed his frustration after being frustrated by Tang Hao.

"I know, I'll come right away" Madara responded.

Tang San, on the other hand, looked at the place where he had lived reluctantly. Every item and every corner here carried too many memories for him.This is his home.

Finally, Tang San glanced at Tang Hao's still silent door again.There, there is his father.

Goodbye father, remember to eat dinner

"Are you really not going to come out to see him off?" After Tang San went out, Ban raised his eyebrows and said.

There was no movement inside the door.

What the two didn't know was that after the two left, the door to the room creaked open, and a slovenly figure walked out.

"Mistress, you have to leave. Remember, if you are bullied," Madara warned with great worry.

"Don't worry, brother, you know what I'm capable of. I will fight them to the end," Tang San interrupted him, saying somewhat helplessly.

Madara knew all about Tang San's miraculous abilities and had even competed with him.

But it was just a matter of strength, but Tang San had the Mysterious Sky Technique and Madara had the Chakra, so there was usually no winner.

But in a real battle, Tang San would still suffer some losses.After all, pure strength cannot represent combat effectiveness. For example, Madara will lose to Tsunade in an arm-wrestle, but in actual combat, he can beat the Five Shadows like dogs.

Madara raised his index finger and said unexpectedly: "If you don't beat me, you can compromise."

Tang San was surprised and said in great surprise: "This is not your style, brother."

"When the time comes, my brother will come back and kill his whole family for you." Madara showed a slightly bloody smile.

""Tang San didn't know what to say.

Although Madara's words were bloody and domineering, the care for his younger brother contained in them made Tang San feel warm in his heart.

"By the way" Tang San turned around and took out a cloth bag from his bag, and said with a gentle smile: "Brother, I prepared a gift for you."

"This is" Ban took Tang San's gift and looked at it with some surprise.

Tang San scratched his head and said, "I picked it back when you killed the lynx last time."

The cloth bag was opened, revealing two kunai, which were exactly the two kunai that Madara had asked Tang San to forge.

But now the appearance has changed drastically.I don’t know what process was used to temper the color.One red and one blue, really beautiful.

The original rings at the ends of the two kunai handles were inlaid with two red and blue stone balls.The red stone is carved with a blood-colored eye, which looks ferocious and domineering.The blue one is engraved with blue silver grass patterns, which looks gentle and deep.

Madara immediately understood what Tang San meant, which symbolized Madara's Sharingan and Tang San's Blue Silver Clover.

So he picked up the blood-colored kunai and collided with the blue kunai in Tang San's hand.

This

In an instant, sparks flew.

"Hahahaha"

Both brothers laughed heartily.Everything is beyond words.

This is also the happiest time since Madara came to this world.

"Goodbye, brother" Tang San waved to Madara and got on the carriage at Jack's urging.

Even though he was reluctant to give up, Madara still respected Tang San's choice.After all, this is his own path

"Go on, mistress, go your own way. Don't be like Izuna." Madara crossed his arms and looked at the carriage going farther and farther, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Madara had a premonition that Xiaosan, the young eagle, was about to spread its wings and soar into the sky.

"It's time for me to dance too." Madara looked up at the blue sky, his aura of scorning the world arose spontaneously.

When Ban He returned home full of ambition, he found Tang Hao holding the pot and drinking all the porridge while crying.

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