[Douluo Dalu] The spirit fox is reborn

Seeing him coming, the girl quickly wiped away her tears and came back from her sad thoughts. Now that I know everything in my memory is true, I don't know how to face the person in front of me for a while. She understood Tang San's desire to avenge his mother and wife, but from the perspective of Wuhun Palace, she also understood everything Bibi Dong did. She wanted to hate him, hate him for deceiving her and using her, but when she asked herself, she could never hate Tang San. After all, he had saved her from danger many times, after all, he was the person she loved deeply, after all, he was the person she loved. A person that I will never forget for the rest of my life. Although she didn't hate her, she still had resentment, because the teacher and the ghost grandpa who loved her both died in his hands.

The girl said coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Tang San was a little strange. The girl's attitude towards him was very different from just now. When she said this, she was obviously filled with resentment. He didn't know where he had offended the girl, but he didn't care and still said calmly: "Can I see your martial spirit?"

"Martial spirit? Didn't you see everything just now?"

Tang San stared at her white and tender hands and said bluntly: "I want to know what exactly is in your hand?"

The girl was very surprised. Although the thing in her hand was a real object, its shape could not be seen. Even Li Ze didn't notice it. How did he know? Thinking about it, it doesn't feel strange, because he is Tang San, he is always different from others, it seems that there is nothing he can't do!

He murmured in a low voice, "You are indeed so smart!"

Tang San looked at her slightly confused, "What did you say?"

The girl thought for a moment and said, "If I read it correctly, you should have a martial spirit in your right hand!"

Tang San was secretly surprised. He could see something strange in the girl's hands. It was all because the Purple Devil Eyes saw that there was a qi in her body traveling from the sea of ​​​​qi to the Yangchi. How did the girl know that there was a martial spirit in his right hand? What about?

Thinking of this, Tang San frowned and asked, "How did you know?"

The girl knew that he was always thoughtful, so asking this already made her suspicious. She retracted her indifferent attitude and smiled: "Just now I saw that you seemed to be holding something in your right hand. I was just guessing, but was I right?"

It turned out to be just a guess. Tang San relaxed his eyebrows and said, "I just heard you talking about martial arts. It was quite insightful. You seem to know martial arts very well?"

The girl didn't show any guilt, and just said: "I like to read the storybook. The storybook says that there are thousands of martial arts spirits in the mainland, and each one has a different effect. I also read those words in the storybook. Arrived!"

Tang San was half-convinced by the girl's words and didn't delve into it further. He just wanted to clear up the confusion in his heart and asked, "Can I see that strange martial spirit in your hand?"

The girl thought for a while, "I also want to see the martial spirit in your hand. How about we extend our right hands and show the martial spirit at the same time. What do you think?"

The girl just wanted to make sure whether the martial spirit in his right hand was the Clear Sky Hammer. Although it was highly likely to be the Clear Sky Hammer, she still took a chance. If he didn't have the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, would it be possible for them to become friends in this life?

Tang San didn't expect this girl to be so shrewd. Since the martial spirit in his hand was hidden, he just didn't want to be discovered and left a way out for himself. This was his basic principle. When he was under the old locust tree, he held his hand tightly and didn't know what the martial spirit in his other hand was. When he got to a quiet place and called it out again, he learned that it was a hammer. He didn't know much about martial arts. Some of the children's martial spirits he saw just now were hoes and some were sickles. These were all farm tools, and they were all useless martial spirits. His family owns a blacksmith shop, and for him, the hammer has no other use than making iron. He vaguely feels that this must also be a useless martial spirit. Without further hesitation, he said: "This method is quite fair!"

The two of them spread their palms at the same time and got rid of distracting thoughts. After a moment, a small hammer appeared in Tang San's palm, and the electric current on the hammer fluctuated, making a squeaking sound.

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand completely shattered the slightest hope that the girl had just held. The girl stared at his palm and secretly sighed: "The Clear Sky Hammer is still the Clear Sky Hammer after all! Even though the people and things around it are the same as before. We are different, but our positions have not changed, we are always enemies!"

The girl looked at the hammer and fell into the memories of the past again, and all kinds of helplessness came to her heart.

At the same time, Tang San also looked intently at the girl's palm. The palm prints on the white and tender hands were still clear, and no changes could be seen with the naked eye. However, under the two purple lights in his eyes, a transparent piece with a shape like bamboo could be faintly seen. This thing is slender, said to be like bamboo but has only two joints. Tang San secretly guessed, could this be a piece of water jade that has not yet formed? What is the function of this martial spirit?

He couldn't help but frown and look at the girl, and found that she was also looking at him, her eyes were slightly moist, and her eyes looked sad and helpless.

Tang San didn't know why the girl always looked at him like this, and asked: "Why do you always look at me with such a sad expression?"

The girl came back to her senses and squeezed out a wry smile from her sadness, "In the future... not anymore!"

She wasn't just telling Tang San this sentence, she was also warning herself.

Tang San didn't understand what the girl meant by saying this, so he looked at the setting sun on the horizon and walked towards the populated area of ​​the village.

The girl looked at his retreating back, with reluctance and determination in her eyes.

It was already dusk, and the scorching sun had dimmed its dazzling light and set over the mountains. The girl and her brother got into the carriage and wandered along the winding mountain road toward the city.

When Tang San returned home, he saw the big tree in the courtyard that was about the same age as himself. Unexpectedly, the tree was covered with small snow-white flowers. A few petals fell in the breeze, covering the rough ground with a thin layer of white frost. Tang San picked up the broom on the side and swept away the three thousand flowers and leaves.

Not long after, a slightly aged man's voice came from inside the house.

"you are back?"

Hearing the call, Tang San put down his broom and entered the house.

In the room, a man was sitting next to the casting furnace, pulling the bellows with his hand to continuously increase the firepower of the furnace. This man had black hair that was not combed, his complexion was yellowish, his beard was unkempt, and he looked slightly older. Looking at Mo Yue, who has just turned 30, his eyes seem to have experienced all the vicissitudes of the world.

This person is Tang Hao.

"Father, wake up! I'll make you some porridge!"

Tang Hao ignored his words and said solemnly: "Did you follow the village chief to the old locust tree today?"

Tang San hesitated slightly and then said: "Father, do you know everything?"

It was the village chief's decision to take him there to awaken the martial spirit, without Tang Hao's consent, so Tang San was worried that Tang Hao would be displeased. After all, he was his father here.

Tang Hao did not stop the bellows rod in his hand and continued: "Although I don't want you to go, I can't stop your decision! Decision is choice. Since you have chosen this path, let me see your Martial spirit!"

Tang San originally thought that Tang Hao would scold him angrily, but now he has obviously accepted this attitude, which was far beyond his expectation.

He opened his palm, and a newly sprouted bluesilver grass appeared on it, glowing with a faint blue light.

When Tang Hao saw the blue silver grass on his small palm, his eyes instantly became extremely gentle. He took a few steps forward and stared straight at Tang San's palm, dazed for a long time.

The way Tang Hao looked at Bluesilver Grass was very similar to the way the girl looked at him, which made Tang San extremely confused and asked: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Tang Hao seemed to wake up from his distant memories. He turned around and walked to the stove and sat down. He continued to pull the bellows hard and looked at the sometimes fierce and sometimes weak fire in the furnace with a look of despair in his eyes.

Tang San saw the look in his eyes.

"Father, Uncle Li, who awakened my martial spirit for me, said that Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit. Do you think so too, right?"

Tang Hao was silent for a long time and then said: "Lanyincao is indeed a useless martial spirit, but yours is different."

These words made Tang San even more confused. He looked at Tang Hao and asked, "Why are mine different?"

Tang Hao looked gloomy and did not answer his question. He pulled the bellows a few times and stood up. He took out a piece of red-hot iron from the furnace, picked up the hammer on the side, and smashed it against the red iron, and the room began to clang again.

Tang San hesitated in his heart, should he tell his father that he still had a hammer spirit in his hand? Would his father still be as disappointed as before when he saw it?

Tang Hao swung the hammer in his hand vigorously. Perhaps he was striking too hard, and the wooden handle of the hammer broke into two sections with a "snap". Tang Hao sighed softly and threw the half of the wooden handle in his hand into the stove. He stood aside and watched it being burned by the flames, his eyes dim.

Tang San saw the anxiety in his father's eyes, opened his right hand, summoned the hammer with surging current, and said, "Father, use this hammer! It should be stronger!"

Tang Hao turned around and was surprised to see a Clear Sky Hammer emerging from his hand.

Tang San didn't understand why Tang Hao's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he said timidly: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Hao didn't answer, he just hugged Tang San tightly, his eyes turning red unconsciously.

Tang San was surprised that his father had never hugged him like this since he was sensible, and asked again: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

After a long time, Tang Hao gathered his thoughts and said, "What is your innate soul power?"

Tang San said: "It's because of the innate soul power. Uncle Li didn't notice the hammer in my hand. He said that Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit. Even with the innate soul power, it's hard to achieve anything!"

Hearing this, Tang Hao laughed a few times. He said to him: "Xiaosan, you did a good job!"

This was the first time he had been praised by his father since he could remember. Although Tang Hao didn't say it clearly, Tang San could guess that it was because of the hammer in his hand, so he asked: "Father, this hammer doesn't invalidate the martial spirit, right?"

Tang Hao sighed lightly, then turned to a sad look, "Xiaosan, please remember, unless you are in a life-threatening situation, never take out the hammer easily!"

Tang San nodded slightly, although he didn't know why his father said this, but he knew that his father must be doing it for his own good. As for the name of the hammer in his hand, since my father refused to say it, he must have a reason. He would find the opportunity to find the answer and would not rush it.

At this moment, Tang San suddenly remembered the girl he met under the locust tree today. Her martial spirit was extremely weird. So he said: "Father, I met a girl today. Her martial spirit is as transparent as water. When you hold it, you can feel its existence, but you can't see its shape. Father, do you know what this kind of martial spirit is called?" ?”

"Transparent as water?" Tang Hao frowned slightly as if he was thinking seriously. He has lived for more than thirty years and has never heard of such a martial spirit. If he has never heard of it, he is not from a major clan, nor is he a strong person.

Thinking of this, he said to Tang San: "The martial spirits on the mainland are very different, and I haven't been able to know them all. In addition to being passed down from one generation to the next, martial spirits may also mutate. Maybe that child got this martial spirit because of his fate with water!" "

Fateful with water? Tang San looked at the big tree covered with white flowers in the courtyard and fell into deep thought.