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Tang Hao: "Is there a bright future?"

Tang Zhe stared blankly at the lost Tang San beside him. Did he really change his trajectory?

"Xiao San, don't be too disappointed. I believe your father will change his mind."

"Um"

hey~

Seeing his disappointed look, Tang Zhe could only sigh. Should he go to Tang Hao to make him change his mind? It's a joke, how can it possibly be persuaded?

Slowly walking back to the blacksmith shop, Tang Hao surprisingly did not go back to his room to continue sleeping. Instead, he sat on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

"Father, please go back to your room and sleep for a while. I'll prepare lunch."

Tang Hao still closed his eyes and said calmly: "Xiao Zhe, are you also very disappointed? You think your father is very selfish. He only let you go and not Xiao San. He also wants to become a soul master, right?"

Tang Zhe was stunned for a moment. He knew that this might be an opportunity. He looked at Tang San who was still in a daze and said, "A bit, father, although it would be good for Xiao San to become a blacksmith. He can also support himself and you. But I still think he would prefer to be a soul master."

"Do you like it? What's the use of just liking it?"

Tang Zhe lowered his head, not knowing how to persuade Tang Hao.

Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tang San, who looked disappointed. For some reason, Tang Hao's right fist was clenched tightly, and his old face showed an extremely cold aura, "Soul Master? What's the use of a soul master? Let alone a useless martial soul, even if it's the most powerful martial soul, what's the use of the most powerful soul master? It's just trash."

Tang Sangan just put away his disappointed expression and ran over, holding Tang Hao's fist, "Father, don't be angry, I just don't want to be a soul master. I will always be with you and cook for you."

Tang Zhe also hurriedly came to Tang Hao and looked at Tang Hao at a loss. After all, he was an orphan in that world. He had a father in this world and he was afraid of making his father angry or leaving him.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's excitement came and went quickly, and he said calmly: "Xiao Zhe, first release your martial spirit and show me."

"Okay." Tang Zhe nodded, raised his right hand, and a faint silver light appeared in his palm. In an instant, a silver sword appeared in his hand. If you look carefully, there are many incomprehensible symbols on it. His lines looked so mysterious. Perhaps because he wanted to show off in front of his younger brother and father, he even danced blindly. The speed was not fast, but he could leave a silver light in the air.

Tang Hao looked at the sword in his hand, only glanced at it twice and then looked away. This Bingjian was just an ordinary iron sword.

"Why do you feel a trace of contempt?" Tang Zhe thought to himself, is his God-killing Sword so disliked? Did you just take a second look at it?

"What's the name of your martial spirit?"

"Nameless." Tang Zhe didn't want to talk about the God-killing Sword. It was such a common sword with such a strange name. No one would believe it when he told it, right?

"A nameless sword?" Tang Hao touched his chin. It fit this ordinary sword.

Tang Zhe's face turned dark when he heard Tang Hao's words, you are nameless, your whole family is nameless.

Haha~

"Xiao San, release your martial spirit." Tang Hao said to Tang San without wasting a second.

"Okay." Tang San nodded, raised his right hand, and soon a faint blue light appeared in his palm, and in an instant, a small blue grass appeared.

Staring at the Bluesilver Grass in Tang San's hand, Tang Hao was dazed for a while, and finally recovered after a long time. The light in his eyes was uncertain, and he murmured: "Bluesilver Grass, it is indeed Bluesilver Grass. It's the same as hers." "

Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up abruptly, turned around and walked towards the inside, the sudden movement almost caused Tang San in front of him to fall, and the Blue Silver Grass spirit in his hand also disappeared by itself.

"Father"

Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently, "Don't disturb me." After saying that, he opened the curtain and entered the room.

"But, I still have a martial spirit." Tang San still said how different he was after awakening his martial spirit today. This was a question he didn't ask Su Yuntao and Jack. After all, they were just outsiders.

The door curtain was lifted abruptly, and Tang Hao reappeared outside. At this time, his face was already full of shock. It could be seen that his eyes were red, as if he was crying just now.

Tang San didn't open his mouth, but slowly raised his left hand like he raised his right hand before, this time, it was no longer blue light, a faint black light gushed out from his palm, the brilliance instantly condensed, a strange Something appeared in his palm.

It was a completely black hammer. The hammer handle was about half a foot long. The hammer head was a cylinder. It looked like a miniature casting hammer. However, on the black surface of the hammer, there was a special aura. The light, the cylindrical hammer head, is surrounded by a faint pattern.

I don't know why, when this hammer appeared in Tang San's hands, the air in the whole room seemed a bit oppressive, and Tang San seemed unable to bear the weight of the small hammer, he could only hold him, his arms drooping slowly.His face has become a little pale.

Seeing this hammer, Tang Zhe was actually not surprised at all, because he knew that Tang San also had a Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit, but his body was honest and he came to Tang San at once and observed the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. I even tried to pick up the hammer.

"Wow, this hammer is so heavy."

Seeing that it was not moved, Tang Zhe let go because it was too heavy and he couldn't lift it now.

"This, this is..." Tang Hao came to Tang San in almost a single step, grabbed his hand holding the hammer, and brought it to him. Tang Hao's hand was very powerful and much bigger than Tang Zhe's. At least now Tang San no longer feels the hammer exerting such a heavy load on his arm.

When Tang Hao's hand held his, a warm feeling of blood connection made Tang San feel extremely comfortable, "Father, is there something wrong?"

Looking at the little black hammer, the excited light that disappeared before reappeared in Tang Hao's eyes, "Twin martial souls. It turned out to be twin martial souls. Son, my son."

Suddenly, Tang Hao opened his powerful arms, hugging Tang San tightly into his embrace.

Tang Hao's chest is very broad, perhaps because he has been a blacksmith for a long time. Although he looks lazy on the surface, the muscles on his body have not diminished due to the years, and his embrace is very warm.Nothing else can replace the sense of security that a father's love brings.

"Father." Tang San was a little stunned. In his memory, this seemed to be the first time Tang Hao hugged him like this.

The small hammer in his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Although Tang San liked the warmth brought by this kind of father's love, he didn't want the hammer to fall off and hit his father.

"Father, I can't hold on any longer." Tang San couldn't help but say.

Tang Hao let go of his arms, "Take it back."

The black light dissipated and the weight disappeared. Tang San felt very strange in his heart. It was obviously his martial spirit, but why couldn't he lift it?

Tang Zhe, who was on the side, was sore now, because his father had never hugged him. Seeing Tang Hao holding Tang San before, he couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes anymore, because in that world, he He is an orphan. Although he is very happy after having a father in this world, he is still jealous that Tang San can be hugged by his father. He even cares about him. He understands why Tang San is not allowed to become a soul master. It is because he is afraid that Tang San will leave. He followed the same path, caring about Tang San, but he pushed him out without saying a word. He was also very sad.

Seeing Tang Zhe next to him actually shed tears, Tang Hao was immediately confused. And Tang San, how could he cry so well?

"Brother? What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" Tang San was very worried about Tang Zhe, maybe he was sick.

"No, it's okay. There is sand in my eyes. How can it be painful?" Tang Zhe turned around and wiped his tears with his sleeve, then turned around.

"Look, aren't there any tears now?" Tang Zhe forced himself to smile, but it didn't feel right in Tang San's eyes, because he knew very well that it was Tang Zhe who was crying, but seeing that he didn't tell him, he couldn't I won’t ask any more.

"Congratulations, Xiao San, you actually have two martial spirits." Tang Zhe patted Tang San on the shoulder.

Tang San chuckled and smiled at his brother, but he still didn't know why his brother was crying.