Douro Continent

"Oh." Soul ring and soul beast, these two new names kept echoing in Tang San's heart.Although he was not sure whether his guess was correct, Xuantian Kung had been unable to break through the bottleneck, and this soul ring was obviously a breakthrough.

At this moment, Jack had come to his senses, looked down at Tang San, and said in surprise: "Little San, you can't be the kid who is born full of soul power and Wuhun Blue Silver Grass that the master said."

Tang San nodded, said: "It's me."

Old Jack knelt down and looked at Tang San face to face, "Xiao San, I didn't expect your talent to be so outstanding. It's a pity that you have such a father and didn't pass on a good martial spirit to you. Otherwise, maybe you really You can become the second soul saint in our village. Tell grandpa if you are willing to go to a specialized school to learn the training methods of a soul master. Only there can you have the most accurate knowledge about martial souls."

Tang San had already developed a strong interest in martial arts at this time, especially since this martial spirit was related to his own Xuantian Kung, but he still did not have a direct and definite answer, "Grandpa Jack, you have to ask my dad about this."

Jack suddenly realized that, yes, no matter how sensible a child is, he is still a child after all, and he must seek Tang Hao's opinion no matter what.

There was a bit of determination in his eyes, although he really didn't want to see that sloppy ghost, but in order to produce another soul master in the village, he didn't care much about it.

"Let's go, Little San, Grandpa will take you home." Old Jack sneaked back to the other children and let their parents take them away, then took Tang San back to the blacksmith shop.

In the morning, it was Tang Hao's routine bedtime, and the blacksmith shop was quiet.

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao." Old Jack didn't care if Tang Hao was sleeping or not, he really hated this sloppy blacksmith.If the farm tools he forged were not so cheap, he would have kicked Tang Hao out of the village a long time ago.

While calling Tang Hao, Old Jack glanced around, and wanted to find a chair to sit down, but looking at those tattered things, he really didn't have the courage to pull them over.He is not young anymore, and he doesn't want to break his muscles and bones here.

"Who is yelling?" Tang Hao's slightly angry voice sounded, and the inner door curtain was opened, and he walked out slowly.

He saw his son first, and then turned his attention to Jack, "Old Jack, what are you doing?"

Jack said angrily: "Today is the day when your son's martial spirit is awakened. You don't know how important it is? Other families are accompanied by their parents, but you are still the same."

As if Tang Hao didn't hear Jack's sarcasm, he looked at his son again, "Little San, your martial soul has awakened? What is it?"

Tang San said: "Father, it's Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass?" For some reason, when Tang Hao, who was not very interested in any foreign objects, heard these three words, his body suddenly trembled, and a special gleam appeared in his eyes.

Only Tang San noticed the change in Tang Hao's expression. Old Jack naturally didn't care about the expression of a sloppy blacksmith and said directly: "Although he is Blue Silver Grass, Xiao San is innately full of soul power. Tang Hao, I have decided that this year The quota for a work-study student in the village will be given to Xiao San. Let him study at the Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City. The traveling expenses will be covered by the village."

"Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver Grass." Tang Hao murmured a few words, raised his head abruptly, his eyes revealed a firm light that Tang San had never seen before, and said in a deep voice: "No."

"What did you say? I heard it right." Jack plucked his ears, and looked at Tang Hao in surprise, "You should know how precious this opportunity is. Even if there was a soul saint in our Holy Soul Village, There is only one quota a year, and other villages, even two or three villages, can share one quota, do you know? This is a good opportunity. Maybe Xiaosan will become a master in the future."

Tang Hao gave Jack a cold look, "What's the use of being a master? I only know that if he leaves, no one will cook for me. Lanyincao, do you think that the spirit of Lanyincao can be cultivated?" What? It's just a waste martial soul."

Old Jack said angrily: "But he is born full of soul power. As long as he can get a soul ring, even the worst quality soul ring, he can immediately become a soul master. Soul master, do you know? In our village It has been many years since there has been a soul master."

Tang Hao said indifferently: "This is your real purpose. If you say no, you just can't. You can go."

"Tang—hao—." The anger in Old Jack's chest had been burned to the limit.

Tang Hao still looked lazy, "You don't need to speak so loudly, I'm not deaf. I said, you can go."

"Grandpa Jack, don't be angry. I still won't learn the ability of a soul master. Dad is right, Lan Yincao is just a waste martial soul, thank you for your kindness."

Although Jack hated Tang Hao extremely, but he liked the sensible Tang San very much, his anger gradually calmed down, and he sighed, "Good boy, grandpa is not angry. Well, grandpa is leaving." Then he turned and walked outside go.

Tang San hurriedly saw them off.Dad can ignore it, but Jack is the head of the village, and he treats him very well, and he will never be less polite.

Jack stopped at the door of the blacksmith shop, turned to look at Tang Hao, and said seriously: "Tang Hao, your life is over like this, but the mistress is still young, don't you think you should give him a way to make a living? Don't delay him and become a soul master, at least he won't be as miserable as you in the future. If you change your mind, come to me. There are still three months left before the registration period for this year's Notting Soul Master Junior College."