The fragrance of bamboo leaves in Douluo Continent

This was probably the most difficult night for Tang San. He lay on the bed tossing and turning, feeling full of expectations for the future but also worried about his father.

That morning, for the first time, Tang San did not go to the mountains to exercise. He got up early and cooked porridge for his father. As soon as Tang San had breakfast, Old Jack came to the blacksmith shop.

"Mistress, grandpa is here to pick you up. Let's go, your lazy dad won't get up." Old Jack specially wore a new suit today.

Tang San made a silent gesture to Old Jack: "Grandpa, please keep your voice down, Dad doesn't like others disturbing him when he sleeps." Then, he ran to get paper and pen. Tang Hao often placed orders for people in the village, although My family was very poor, so I still had pens and paper. I wrote a few lines on the paper and added a little water to the pot so that when my father got up, he could have hot porridge.

Tang San looked at his father's door reluctantly, then picked up his baggage and left quietly with Old Jack. He didn't use the soul guide, because he didn't want to arouse the suspicion of Old Jack and some people with ulterior motives.

The door opened, and a tall figure walked out of the inner room, holding in his hand the note Tang San had just left, two very simple sentences: "Dad, Grandpa Jack and I are leaving. Please take care of yourself. Drink less, the porridge is in the pot, don’t forget to drink it.”

He walked to the door and could still vaguely see the thin bodies of Old Jack and Tang San. He clenched the note in his hand, as if he suddenly remembered something, and quickly returned to the blacksmith shop.

His eyes went from the place where Tang San usually stayed to the door of Tang San's room, and finally saw the porridge in the iron pot. Tang San had just added water, but the porridge had not boiled again. Tang Hao rushed over, not caring whether it was hot or not, just looking at it. Pour porridge into your mouth. In his eyes, there was an extra layer of hazy water.

Walking on the road, Tang San followed Old Jack silently, looking back in the direction of the village from time to time.

Old Jack touched Tang San's head: "Are you still reluctant to let go of your father?"

Tang San nodded. This was his only relative in the world. He had no relatives in his previous life and cherished this hard-won family affection very much.

Old Jack smiled slightly: "Tang Hao is really lucky. Your kid is much more sensible than my useless grandchildren. Don't think too much. When you become a soul master, the country will give you a subsidy. Then your family’s life will be better.”

After all, Tang San was a human being in two lifetimes, and his mood had returned to normal. He nodded and followed Old Jack towards Notting City.

It was not far from Holy Soul Village to Notting City. The two of them walked for half a day and ate some dry food along the way. In the afternoon, they saw the city wall.

After the two underwent routine inspections, they entered Notting City.

"Mistress, grandpa will send you to the college in a while and then go back. You should get along well with your classmates when you are alone in school, and listen to the teacher. When the semester is over, grandpa will pick you up again. It will be almost the Chinese New Year. "

Tang San nodded and asked subconsciously: "Are you leaving so soon?"

After all, Tang San was not a real child. Although he was still 6 years old, he had silent arrows in his sleeve. If he didn't meet a much stronger opponent, he would still be able to protect himself.

Old Jack smiled bitterly and said: "The hotel is not something that poor people like us can afford to live in. You must strive for your best. If you become a soul master, in that case, our Holy Soul Village will be proud of you."

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy is located in the west of Notting City. Old Jack asked passers-by several times and finally brought Tang San here.

From a distance, he saw a tall arch with two iron gates underneath. Tang San could tell at a glance that it was made of fine iron.

As soon as Old Jack and Tang San walked to the gate, they were stopped by the young man guarding the gate. Seeing the shabby clothes on their bodies, his eyes were full of contempt: "What are you doing? You countrymen are here. Place?"

Although Old Jack had changed into new clothes before coming here, they were still not enough to look at in this Notting City, not to mention that Tang San also wore a lot of patched clothes. Tang San looked just like him without using his soul guide. He left the expensive clothes, but his father still wanted to live in the village, and he didn't want to cause trouble to his father.

Old Jack quickly laughed and said, "Little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. This child is a work-study student sent by our village this year. Can we come in?"

The concierge said angrily: "Can a golden phoenix come out of a thatched cottage? The college has not had any working-study students for many years. Are you not fakes? Do you have proof?"

A flash of anger flashed in Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his anger and took out the certificate issued by Su Yuntao, the deacon of Wuhun Temple last time, and handed it to the concierge.

The concierge took the certificate and looked it up and down, "Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass? Still full of soul power innately? It's funny. This is really ridiculous. Can a useless martial soul still have soul power? I think this certificate must be You faked it.”

"You..." No matter how good-tempered Jack was, he could no longer bear it at this time.

"What? You're not convinced, look at this little poor guy, his clothes are all patched. I think you should go find a place to beg. Our Notting College is not a charity. Get out of here, get out of here." The concierge said arrogantly. said.

No matter how good-tempered Old Jack was, he was still angry. He pulled Tang San and headed towards the inner city: "Then I'll go find the chief dean of Wuhun Hall to make a comment."

"Okay." At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded.

The concierge was stunned for a moment, and then the anger on his face suddenly turned into flattery. No one could change his face so quickly. He nodded and bowed to the visitor: "Master, you are back."

Tang San turned his head and looked around, and saw a medium-sized, slightly thin man who didn't know when he had arrived beside them. It seemed that this man was about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair parted in threes and sevens. He had a very ordinary appearance, with his hands behind his back, but he had a special temperament, and there was a bit of laziness and decadence between his eyes.

The 'Master' just glanced sideways at the porter, ignored him, and said to Old Jack: "Old man, can you show me the certificate of Wuhundian?"

After all, Old Jack has been the village chief for many years, and he can still simply observe people's emotions. What's more, judging from the attitude of the concierge, this person in front of him must be some big shot, so he hurriedly handed over the certificate in his hand.

The master looked at the proof, then shifted his eyes to Tang San, looked him up and down, for some reason, although the master's gaze was not sharp, Tang San felt as though he was being looked at.

"It's proven to be true, old sir. I apologize to you on behalf of the academy for what happened just now. Leave this child to me."

Old Jack smiled and nodded: "Then mistress, thank you for your hard work."

After Jack gave Tang San a few more words, he left.

The master glanced at the concierge lightly, "This is the first and last time. If you commit the crime again, you don't need to stay." His voice was hoarse and calm, but there was an irrefutable a feeling of.

The concierge broke out in cold sweat behind his back, and he hurriedly stepped aside in response.

The master lowered his head to look at Tang San, forcing a smile on his face. The muscles on his face seemed a little stiff, and his smile was a bit unflattering. He took Tang San's hand and said, "Let's go in."

The master's hands were soft and dry, very comfortable to hold, and gave Tang San a sense of trust. Under his leadership, Tang San finally entered this academy.

Tang San's academy life is about to begin, and at the same time, Zhutan's family training is about to begin.