"Douluo" eats my exquisite pagoda

"Are you two disappointed?" Tang Hao's voice interrupted the two brothers' gaze at the rabbits in the backyard. "Are you really interested in becoming a soul master?"

Tang Jing curled his lips and didn't want to talk to him. Tang Jing planned to go back and ask Wang Miaomiao about the tuition fee of Notting Soul Master Junior College. There were only three months left, so he had to make preparations early.

Tang San was not like Tang Jing, he was a man who respected his father very much. He was stunned for a moment and then realized: "It's okay, Dad, becoming a blacksmith is also very good. You can also support us. I also want to learn to make farm tools with Dad." In this case, Xiao Jing can also be sent to school.

Good P, good. After hearing Tang San's words, Tang Jing couldn't help but murmur in his heart. When I saw a bunch of farm tools in Wuhun Awakening today, I knew that being a blacksmith in this world was definitely not a good profession.

A blacksmith wants to make money by forging iron, and he wants to make a lot of money by making weapons, powerful weapons, and at the same time be famous. Where does the blacksmith's reputation come from? Of course, it comes from creating unique and famous tools.

So now the question is, what peerless weapon is more fragrant than the weapon soul that grew up with me.

So now, you can't rely on the help of a bunch of dishonest people to make your weapons famous all over the world.

Even the farm tools are made by his own martial arts, let alone the weapons.

It’s okay to learn to blacksmith and exercise your body, but it’s definitely not okay to be a blacksmith.

"What about you? Xiao Jing." Tang Hao seemed to notice Tang Jing's disapproval.

"I plan to continue breeding soft-bone rabbits, which is more profitable than being a blacksmith." This way, I can have money to send my mistress to school. Tang Jing replied to Tang Hao sincerely, looking like the best-behaved kid in the blacksmith family.

"Ha." Tang Hao actually understood the two brothers far better than he thought. "I know that you both want to go to school and become a soul master."

Tang San and Tang Jing: It’s true that I want to become a soul master, but as adults, I don’t really want to go to school with children. I can just let my brother learn the knowledge and come back to teach me. Go to school and so on. No need, really not necessary.

Tang Hao gradually became excited, and there was an extremely cold aura on his old face: "Soul master? What's the use of a soul master? Let alone a useless martial soul, even the most powerful martial soul, the most powerful soul What use can a teacher be? It’s just useless!”

It could be seen that Tang Hao was very excited. Tang San and Tang Jing were not ordinary children. From Tang Hao's few words, they were keenly aware of some unusual information.

Tang Jing saw Tang Hao's body trembling slightly and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't help but ask, "Is it you? Dad."

"What did you say?" The coldness on Tang Hao's face was still there, looking so terrifying, but Tang Jing, who had always been sincere, did not flinch.

"It's you, dad, the trash you said." Tang Jing, who had become tougher, was no longer the soft and cute person he used to be. He looked directly into Tang Hao's bloodshot eyes, "The most powerful martial spirit, the most powerful The soul master is also talking about yourself, right?"

Look into my eyes, A Jing, do you really want your sister's death to be in vain?

"I don't know why you said soul masters are useless. Maybe it's because you think you are useless yourself."

I don’t know why you say ordinary people are useless. Ordinary people can always be powerful. Or is it because you think you are useless?

"Whether it's martial arts, friends, or the connections and power you have, have you really given everything you have?"

Be it me, the media, or the prosecution, this is all your power. Ah Jing, what are you afraid of?

"Dad, why on earth do you not want us to become soul masters?"

Ah Jing, are you still cowering here?

Tang Jing's questioning voice lingered in Tang Hao's ears, just like yesterday's voice lingered in Tang Jing's heart.

Tang Hao avoided Tang Jing's sight.

The atmosphere became heavier.

Thinking of Tang Jing's bravery in the past, his legs were weak from fear, and he leaned against Tang San and shivered.

It's so scary. My fists are clenched. What gave me the courage just now? It's been floating around for a long time, and I'm floating around without even knowing how to use the golden finger. I was so careless.

"Xiao San, Xiao Jing." Tang Hao's hoarse voice broke the silence, "Release your martial arts and show me."

Tang San and Tang Jing looked at each other in confusion. The two of them made eye contact (but they didn't). Tang San stepped forward and extended his right hand. A blue silver grass stretches its body in the faint blue light.

"Just like her." Tang Hao murmured, then looked at Tang Jing.

Tang Jing's hearing has improved since he started practicing martial arts, so he naturally heard Tang Hao's whispers. According to Wang Miaomiao and the few words revealed by Tang Hao, Xiaosan's martial spirit should be inherited from her mother just like Miaomiao.

Tang Jing was about to stretch out his right hand when he heard Tang San say: "Dad, I still have a martial spirit."

Tang Jing, Tang Hao all looked at Tang San. In Tang San's left hand was a black hammer, which looked like a miniature forging hammer, with a faint pattern coiled around the round hammer head.

"This, this is..." Tang Hao arrived in front of Tang San in almost a single step, grabbed Tang San's hand, his eyes flashed with excitement, "Twin martial spirits, turned out to be twin martial spirits. Son, mine Son!"

Looking at Tang Hao and Tang San hugging each other excitedly, Tang Jing felt a little bit bad because he remembered something important.

Looking at the old man like this, there is no doubt that his martial spirit belongs to this hammer, and the hammer and the blacksmith are a perfect match. So now the question arises – what to do with my tower!

Will my tower make Daddy feel like there are raindrops falling on the green grass?

This is a very serious question. ?

However, under the gaze of the two excited people, Tang Jing had no choice but to stretch out his right hand. In the faint golden light, a seven-story pagoda stood.

Silence is endless silence.

Tang Hao originally thought that Tang Jing's martial spirit, which looked exactly like Ah Yin, should be Blue Silver Grass. If it was the Clear Sky Hammer, he wouldn't be particularly surprised, but this tower...

"Ahem." Tang Jing coughed dryly, trying to break the awkward atmosphere, "Maybe my martial spirit has mutated."

As for how the blue Yingying Blue Silver Grass and the black Haotian Hammer mutated into a golden and exquisite pagoda.

Oh, who knows about this kind of thing? This is probably a miracle of nature.

"Cough." Tang San also coughed dryly, trying to help Tang Jing break the awkward atmosphere, "I'm going to cook first. Everyone is probably hungry."

Tang Hao seemed to accept Tang Jing's statement and turned around to go back to the inner room: "I'll go back and sleep for a while."

"Wait." It was Tang Jing.

Tang Jing, who was just looking for a way to break the situation in an awkward atmosphere, poked at the Linglong Pagoda icon and discovered something amazing: "I seem to have a martial spirit."

Tang San, Tang Hao stopped and looked at Tang Jing's left hand.

Tang Jing slowly raised his left hand, then gently held the tip of the Linglong Pagoda and lifted it up.

A familiar yet unfamiliar martial spirit appeared in Tang Jing's palm.

"This... this is... how could..."