311 Just the withered bones in the tomb of Wuhun Palace
Tang San came back to his senses. He was used to being aloof, but his emotions hadn't completely changed at this moment. He threw Su Yuntao's hand away and said in an almost commanding tone: "I'm fine, give me the martial arts medicine now." Prove it."
The long time, coupled with the fact that his spiritual consciousness was almost completely damaged, made Tang San forget a lot.
But he could not forget the person who awakened his martial soul and left a deep impression on him - Su Yuntao, the deacon of Notting City's martial soul hall!
Although I don't know why the other party didn't say that he was a useless martial soul this time.
But these are no longer important.
Even if he was as noble as a god king in his previous life. He is only six years old now. Apart from his innate full soul power and twin martial souls, he has nothing. He has not even practiced Xuantian Kung Fu. The most important thing for him at the moment is to obtain the martial soul certificate issued by the Wuhun Palace from the other party.
At least for now.
Knowing that the Tang family has a blood feud, he must embark on the path of a soul master in order to have the possibility of revenge. However, just as he never revealed to anyone that he was a time traveler until he died for love in his previous life, he still has no intention of fighting with the Tang family now. My father broke the news.
He planned to use his own strength to prove that since he was able to destroy Wuhun Palace once in his previous life, he could also destroy Wuhun Palace in this life.
More importantly, the bond between him and Xiao Wu started at Notting College.
Only with the martial arts certificate can he get a place as a work-study student in Holy Soul Village. Only then can he go to Notting College, meet the newly transformed Xiao Wu, only then can he become a real soul master without relying on his father, and only then can he receive the monthly soul master subsidy.
As for the jade anus.
In fact, now he is somewhat resistant to becoming a disciple.
Not to mention the knowledge that can be learned from the other party, he has already learned it, and he is even better than his predecessor, and he has also discovered many mistakes in Yu Xiaoan's theory.
But considering that there was a teacher-student relationship between the two, and that only Yu Xiaoan could contain Wuhun Palace Pope Bibi Dong and buy himself time to grow up.
In the end, after much thought, Tang San decided to become a disciple.
Su Yuntao frowned instinctively at this tone. After all, he was also a great soul master, and he had just returned from training in Wuhun City. He had a bright future, but why was this kid so rude at all?
However, considering Wuhun Palace's principle of being close to the people and the opponent's innate talent of full soul power, Su Yuntao finally suppressed the unhappiness in his heart.
While he issued a martial spirit certificate for Tang San, he said with a smile: "Kid, what's your name? It's rare to have full innate spirit power. Do you want to join our spirit hall? All geniuses with innate spirit power reaching level seven or above will be invited to join us." There is no need to test. Any branch temple can directly recommend joining Wuhun City. At that time, you may even be able to receive personal teaching from His Majesty the Pope. It is not impossible to be accepted as a disciple by His Majesty the Pope or an elder. You know, they But they are all titled Douluo-level big shots, so don't miss the opportunity."
"My name is Tang San. As for joining the Spirit Hall, forget it, I'm not interested." Tang San's eyes flashed with contempt and disdain.
As a god king of his generation, even if he has fallen, he is not something that the Pope or elders of Wuhun Palace can touch. What's more, they are all defeated by his men. Two lower gods who will be killed by him sooner or later and a group of miscellaneous titled Douluo are also qualified to be his teachers?
Just dry bones in the grave.
"Okay then. It's a pity. This is your martial arts certificate. With it, you can enroll in Notting College. I am Su Yuntao, the deacon of Notting City's martial arts branch. I will often go to Notting College to give voluntary lectures in the future. If one day you change your mind, come to me at any time, the door of Wuhun Palace will always be open to you."
Su Yuntao felt a little regretful.
It is a pity that I did not recruit a peerless genius with innate soul power and lost the opportunity for promotion.
It is also a pity that this peerless genius has lost the opportunity to reach the sky in one step, and his future achievements are destined to be limited.
You must know that those soul masters who joined Wuhun Palace in the past years with innate soul power of level seven or above were all promoted to Soul Lord before the age of twelve. The more powerful ones were even accepted as soul masters by a certain elder of Wuhun Palace. Among the disciples, there are many twelve-year-old soul sects.
For example, last year in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition, a man named Yan and a man named Xieyue showed their prominence. At the age of twelve, they first entered the realm of the Soul Sect and defeated Tiandou Royal Academy and Xingluo Royal Academy. After winning the championship, they were known as the Twins of Wuhun Palace and were personally received by His Majesty the Pope.
Not only was he granted two soul bones that were over 70,000 years old, but according to internal information from the Wuhun Palace, he was also said to have received some kind of divine object that could enhance his talent and cultivation, and his future was limitless.
And their innate soul power is only at level nine, and has not reached the level of full innate soul power.
Of course, Tang San didn't know the above.
In the end, he got his wish and got the martial soul certificate.
Looking at everything familiar in Holy Soul Village, looking at the familiar old Jack, Tang San was filled with emotions.
Can't wait to return home, Tang Hao is cooking lunch.
"It seems that because I have not awakened my memory, my father has become much better in the past six years than in his previous life."
Looking at Tang Hao's sallow old face full of wrinkles without a trace of beard under his chicken coop head, Tang San showed a knowing smile on his face.
Thanks to Mo Ya's castration of Tang Hao, and also to the fact that Ah Jing was just 'caught', no one could kill the Blue Silver Emperor.
Also, before Tang San awakened his martial spirit, he had not recovered his memory and could not start cooking at the age of two or three like in his previous life, so he had no ability to take care of himself.
Although Tang Hao was still decadent and alcoholic, he still took good care of his only son.
At least he wasn't asked to do the housework.
Of course, Tang Hao didn't take much responsibility. Apart from not cooking on time, he only worked in the afternoon, and spent the rest of the time either drinking or sleeping.
Clothes and other things, change out today and wear them tomorrow, change out tomorrow and wear them the day after tomorrow. I wear two pieces of clothing back and forth, and sometimes I don't even bother to change them, and I don't bring a change of clothes for ten days and a half.
Over the years, my clothes have become starched.
If old Jack hadn't helped young Tang San wash his clothes every once in a while, the clothes on his body would also have to be packed.
"Tang Hao, Tang Hao" Old Jack, who arrived in one step late at Tang San's time, shouted Tang Hao's name from a long distance away.
There was a bit of excitement and excitement in his tone that was difficult to conceal.
"The porridge will be ready soon. You can eat it later."
Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, who was not handsome at all and a bit ugly because he inherited half of Ah Jing's bloodline. He was standing by the dark pot stove looking at him with a silly smile. He gave an indifferent instruction and opened the door with a slight anger. He walked out of the kitchen curtain slowly, his voice a little sharp, "Who is it, yelling?"
Tang San smiled slightly and followed out.