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"Tang Hao!"
Old Jack's finger trembled with rage, "Just because Little San didn't listen to you, you want to sever your father-son relationship with him?"
"What kind of father are you?"
"He started doing chores when he was two years old, and gradually learned, from being unfamiliar to proficient, to taking care of your daily life... When he was three years old, he started picking up firewood, when he was four years old, he started helping you carry small pieces of raw iron, I saw all these things, and so did the people in the village, is your conscience made of iron and stone? Don't you feel pain?"
Tang Hao ignored Old Jack's earnest advice, and said to Tang San, "Just this one thing, if you agree, you can go, otherwise, don't go."
"You! You... are simply unworthy of being a father!" Old Jack was furious, he never thought that a father would be so bottomless, could it be that Tang San was not his biological son, but the son of some enemy? He came to Holy Spirit Village, just to torture Tang San?
What kind of grudge, go find that enemy!
What does Little San have to do with it?
Old Jack figured it out, Tang Hao, he was just torturing Little San, but the old cunning man understood, if Tang Hao couldn't let go, he was torturing himself.
"You think about it." Tang Hao finished, and went back to the blacksmith shop.
Helplessly, Tang San could only send Old Jack home first.
Why did this happen?
Forget it, it's better this way, at least on the surface, Tang Hao and he had nothing to do with each other.
"Good boy, you go back and persuade Tang Hao, I guess he's just talking nonsense." Old Jack calmed down a bit after drinking a bowl of water, and said to Tang San, "If Tang Hao really doesn't want you, just come to grandpa's house, grandpa's house is big."
"Okay, I will listen to Grandpa Jack, I also like the kind Grandpa Jack." Tang San's words were not hypocritical, but really thought so.
On one side was a drunkard father who needed him to take care of his food and drink from the age of two, and couldn't even say a word or two, on the other side was a kind and friendly old grandfather who had been caring for him for five years and often made things convenient for him.
Did this still need to be chosen?
When Tang San returned to the blacksmith shop, Tang Hao had just walked in from outside, holding a lead box in his hand, his face was gloomy and terrible, as if he wanted to choose someone and eat them.
"What happened?" Tang San couldn't help but ask.
Tang Hao tried to calm his breathing.
Three minutes later, he calmed down, put the iron box on the table, opened it, and revealed a piece of soul bone that emitted a blue-golden light.
This was the 100,000-year-level Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone!
Tang San's pupils shrank.
Why?
"Don't you know? The book of the Spirit Hall has seen it." Tang Hao suppressed his anger, "This is a soul bone, absorb it, hurry up!"
Let him absorb it at this time?
What happened?
Could it be!
Tang San thought of a possibility:
The Blue Silver Emperor was in trouble.
In the original book, the Blue Silver Emperor was planted by Tang Hao in a cave behind a waterfall, and the soul bone seemed to be there too.
That place was only lacking sunlight, but the moisture was still plentiful, Tang Hao planted the Blue Silver Emperor there, most likely because he was afraid that others would pick the Blue Silver Emperor as a common blue silver grass.
From Tang San's observation over the years, the people in Holy Spirit Village, especially the farmers, liked to pick a blue silver grass and hold it in their mouths when they rested under the shade of trees.
Because the juice of the blue silver grass had a bit of sweetness.
If the Blue Silver Emperor was in trouble now, then it could only be said that it happened in the recent period of time.
So, was it other transmigrators?
Tang San thought of this possibility.
"What are you stunned for? You're usually smart, why are you so stupid now, hurry up and absorb it, don't waste time." Tang Hao said impatiently, "The absorption process of the soul bone, there will be no pain, don't worry, put it on your right leg, and run your soul power."
Tang San came back to his senses, picked up the soul bone, put it on his right leg, and ran his soul power, and found that the soul power actively entered the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone.
Then, that piece of blue-golden bone slowly sank into his right leg.
It only took thirty minutes, Tang San absorbed it completely, ran Xuantian Gong, and found that his soul power could not be increased, obviously he had reached the tenth level, most likely there was more, but there was no soul ring, the excess soul power was suppressed, and it was hard to tell exactly how many levels of soul power he had.
But even though this Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone and his martial soul Blue Silver Grass were of the same origin, it did not make his martial soul turn into Blue Silver Emperor, but still that spirited blue silver grass.
Why was that?
Tang San based on the original book's situation of soul bone being absorbed by soul masters, had a little guess.
That was that the martial soul and the soul bone were two different things.
The martial soul got the soul ring, unless it was a special situation, otherwise the soul skills would be related to the martial soul, or rather, it was the derivation of the martial soul's own ability.
And after the soul bone was absorbed by the soul master, the soul bone skill had no direct connection with the martial soul, but rather the skill of the soul beast itself.
In short, the soul master absorbed the soul bone, which was equivalent to grafting a part of the soul beast's own skill, and it was very likely the most original ability of the soul beast.
So it seemed that the 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone could not make him awaken the Blue Silver Emperor, which was also within reason.
However, Tang San felt that after absorbing this piece of soul bone, Tang San felt that the soul power he consumed during the absorption was also recovering far away, which should be the soul bone skill: Spring Breeze Blows Again.
But the name Spring Breeze Blows Again was a bit long, and it would make people think that there was a suspicion of water words, so he changed it to another name: Endless Life.
"Have you finished absorbing it? Then promise me one more thing." Tang Hao said in a deep voice, "Don't let anyone find out that you have a soul bone, and if you can't continue on the soul master's path in the future, just go back to Holy Spirit Village, be a blacksmith, and when you're about to die of old age, find a place where no one is, dig a hole, and bury yourself."
Tang San was full of black lines.
Dig a hole and bury yourself?
It was really Tang Er Hammer, his brain circuit was not comparable to others!
Tang Hao finished his admonition, and didn't care whether Tang San agreed or not, he walked out of the house, and went to the hillside where Tang San often picked up firewood, and disappeared in the moonlight.
"He really left?"
The next day, Tang San simply tidied up the kitchen utensils, tableware, and bedding in the house, and went to Old Jack's house.
"Tang Hao, he really left?" Old Jack helped pack Tang San's luggage, and sighed, "What a man without any responsibility, what a pity, the village lost a blacksmith, and the villagers will have to go to Nuoding City to repair their farm tools in the future."
"Grandpa, don't worry, I've learned how to forge, and I can help the villagers repair their farm tools."
In this year of Xuantian Gong cultivation, Tang San's strength had also increased a lot, and he could lift the forging hammer, plus he had just absorbed a 100,000-year soul bone yesterday, and his strength had increased even more.
His craftsmanship was not very good, but if he just repaired the farm tools for the people in the village, Tang San felt that he had no problem at all.
"You? Haha!"
Old Jack laughed, thinking that Tang San was joking, and amused him, "You're so young, you're not much taller than the forging hammer, are you sure you do it?"
"As the saying goes: don't judge a book by its cover, the sea can't be measured."
"Huh? This is a cultured saying, I learned it." Old Jack smiled.
Seeing that Old Jack didn't believe him, Tang San had to prove it, and pulled his sleeve, and went back to the blacksmith shop's home, and started to make fire and push the bellows.
That thin bamboo pole-like body, holding a forging hammer that was bigger than him, using force to hit, like a demon in the wind, dancing gracefully.
In a short while, a piece of fine iron was forged.
"Xiao San, you have such strength?" Old Jack was amazed.
"Forging, barely enough." Tang San smiled shyly, put down the forging hammer, and looked at the iron piece that he had hammered very flat, and thought to himself: "The strength suddenly increased, indeed it needs some time to adapt, fortunately there are still three months before the start of school, there is plenty of time to practice, to let me control the corresponding body strength."
So, Tang San practiced the Chaos Cloak Hammer Method in the blacksmith shop during the day, using the iron pieces left by Tang Hao, and rested at Old Jack's house at night, and spent the rest of the time cultivating Xuantian Gong, Mysterious Jade Hand, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Trace, Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon and other peerless skills from the Xuantian Record, and when he had free time, he picked up firewood for Old Jack.
As for the cultivation of the Purple Demon Eye, this thing could only be cultivated at a special time, and it didn't take much time.
In a blink of an eye, it was three months later.
Tang San's body had already some simple muscle lines, and his body was also much stronger, and he was packing his bedding and clothes, ready to go to Nuoding City to report.
Originally, Tang San wanted to go alone, but Old Jack insisted on sending him, saying that he was only six years old, and it was unsafe for him to go alone... Obviously, he went to Nuoding City's Soul Hall with Su Yuntao to read books before, and then he came back by himself.
"We're in Nuoding City."
Half a day later, Old Jack looked back at Tang San who was cultivating in the back of the carriage, and showed a kind smile, "Nuoding City is not too far from our Holy Spirit Village, if you take a cow cart, it will take half a day."
Tang San opened his eyes, looked up, and saw the thick city wall, which was more than ten meters high, and there were three big characters "Nuoding City" on the city gate.
"Familiar city, your king is back!" Tang San was a bit second in his heart, "From this moment on, I will be the master of this world!"
After being second, Tang San said, "Grandpa Jack, let's go to Nuoding City, Tao Ge said, after entering the city, look for him first, after all, the city people look down on us country people, Nuoding Academy is a soul master academy, the people there might not let us in if they see us dressed... plain."
"Okay, Master Su is a good person." Old Jack also knew that the villagers were not easy to walk in the city, and needed someone familiar to lead them, but after entering the city, the cow cart stopped at the post station next to the city gate.
If you were not a noble, carriages and cow carts could not carry people.
Tang San and Old Jack walked to the Spirit Hall.
The guard at the door saw Tang San and smiled, "Little Tang, it's been a while since you came, if it wasn't for Su Yuntao saying that you awakened a martial soul with soul power, we would have thought you were abducted by human traffickers."
"I wasn't working hard to awaken my martial soul?" Tang San laughed, and introduced Old Jack to the guard, "This is my grandfather, the village head of Holy Spirit Village, can we go in and have a look?"
"In principle, no, but you're an exception, go ahead." The guard smiled.