"Tang Hao! Tang Hao!"

"Who is yelling?" Tang Hao's slightly angry voice sounded, the inner door curtain opened, and Tang Hao walked out slowly.

"Today is the day when your son's Wuhun awakens. Do you know how important it is? Other people's families are accompanied by their parents. It's better for you to sleep at home." Tang Hao didn't seem to hear Jack's irony, and looked again. Looking at his son, "Little San, your Martial Spirit has awakened? What is it?" Tang Wunian didn't ask, he knew that it should be Lan Yincao, after all, that child inherited his wife's blood.

Tang San said, "Dad, it's Lan Yincao, Xiao Nian's..."

"Lan Yincao?" Tang Hao, who has never been interested in any foreign objects, suddenly trembled when he heard these three words, and a special light appeared in his eyes. Xiao San's Martial Spirit is also Blue Silver Grass?

Old Jack said directly: "Even though it is Blue Silver Grass, the junior is innately full of spirit power. Tang Hao, I have decided that this year the quota for the working student in the village will be given to the junior. Let him go to Notting City Junior Spirit. I went to study at the Teachers College. The travel expenses are covered in the village."

"Blue Yincao, Lan Yincao." Tang Hao muttered a few words, raised his head abruptly, his eyes showed a firm light that Tang San had never seen before, and he said solemnly: "No."

"What are you talking about? I heard you right." Jack drew his ears and looked at Tang Hao in surprise, "You should know how precious this opportunity is. Even if we have ever had a soul sage in the Holy Soul Village, There is only one quota a year, and other villages, even two or three villages, can share one quota. Did you know? This is a good opportunity. Maybe you will be able to become a master in the junior year."

Tang Hao gave Jack a cold look, "What's the use of being a master? I only know that if he leaves, no one will cook for me. Lan Yincao, do you think Lan Yincao Martial Spirit can cultivate? What is it? That's just a waste martial arts soul."

Old Jack said angrily: "But he is innately full of spirit power. As long as he can get a spirit ring, even the worst quality spirit ring can immediately become a spirit master. Soul master, do you know? Our village There has not been a soul master for many years."

Tang Hao said indifferently: "This is your real goal. If you say it's no good, you just can't. You can go now."

"Tang-Hao-." The anger in Old Jack's chest had already burned to the limit.

Tang Hao still looked lazy, "Don't be so loud, I'm not deaf yet. I said, you can go."

"Grandpa Jack, don't be angry. I still don't want to learn the abilities of a spirit master. Dad is right. Lan Yincao is just a waste of martial arts spirit. Thank you for your kindness."

Although Jack hated Tang Hao extremely, he liked the sensible Tang San very much. His anger gradually calmed down, and he sighed, "Good boy, grandpa is not angry. Okay, grandpa is going." Then he turned and walked outside. go.

Tang San hurriedly sent off. Dad can ignore it, but Jack is the village head and treats him very well. He will never be less courteous.

Jack stopped at the gate of the blacksmith's shop, turned to look at Tang Hao, and said earnestly: "Tang Hao, your life is over like this, but Xiao San is still young, don't you think he should be given a means of making a living? Don't delay him, become a soul master, at least he won't be as downhearted as you in the future. If you change your mind, come to me. There are still three months before the registration time for the Notting Soul Master Junior College this year."

Tang San sent the old Jack away, and he was somewhat lost in his heart. After all, the spirit ring Su Yuntao said might be related to his mysterious power breakthrough. But he didn't show it. He believed that there were opportunities. With the methods of him and Tang Wunian, there will always be a way.

Walking slowly back to the blacksmith's shop, Tang Hao surprisingly didn't go back to the room to continue sleeping, but sat in a chair with his eyes closed and rested. Tang Wunian was still there looking at his hands and wondering what he was thinking.

"Dad, go back to your room and sleep a little longer. I'll prepare lunch."

Tang Hao still closed his eyes and said faintly: "Are you also disappointed. Do you want to become a soul master?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment, "It's okay, Dad, it's good to be a blacksmith, and you can feed us. Didn't you promise me that you want to teach me to build farm tools?"

Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes. From his eyes, Tang San saw the excitement. Before he knew it, Tang Hao's right fist was already clenched, and there was already an extremely cold breath on his old face, "Soul Master? What is the use of a spirit master? Not to mention just a waste martial spirit, even the most powerful spirit, what use can the most powerful spirit master be? But it's still a waste."

Tang Hao was very emotional, his body was trembling, and in a vague way, Tang San saw something crystal clear in his father's eyes.

Running over, Tang San held Tang Hao's fist, "Dad, don't be angry, I just don't want to be a soul master. I'll always be with you and cook for you."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's excitement came and went quickly, and said faintly, "Release your martial soul for me to see."

"Okay." Tang San nodded and raised his right hand. The Xuantian skill in his body was quietly activated. He felt the special heat flow and the Xuantian skill merge into one in his consciousness, and a faint blue light appeared in his palm for an instant. Suddenly, a blue Yingying grass had appeared, and Tang Wunian discovered that when this grass appeared, the familiar and intimacy reappeared.

Tang Wunian couldn't help but stretched out his hand and stroked the grass tip of Xiaocao, Xiaocao rubbed his hand as if responding in response, Tang Wunian's eyes widened, he could actually feel the joy of Xiaocao.

Looking at the Lan Yincao and Tang Wunian in Tang San's hand in a daze, Tang Hao lost consciousness for a long time, and gradually recovered after a long time. The light in his eyes was uncertain, and he murmured: "Blue Yincao, it really is Blue Yincao, and The same as hers."

Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up fiercely, turned around and walked inside. The sudden movement almost caused Tang San in front of him to fall, and the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit in his hand disappeared on its own.

"dad."

Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently, "Don't bother me." As he said, he opened the door curtain and entered the room.

"But, I still have a Martial Spirit." Tang San still said how unique he is after the Martial Spirit awakens today. This is a question he did not ask Su Yuntao and Jack, after all, those are just outsiders.

The door curtain slammed open, and Tang Hao appeared outside again. At this time, his face was already full of shock. You can see that his eyes were red, and he seemed to be crying just now.

Tang San didn't speak, but slowly raised his left hand like he had raised his right hand before. This time, it was no longer the blue light, a faint black light gushing out from his palm, and the brilliance instantly condensed, a weird one. The thing appeared in his palm.

It was a black hammer. The handle was about half a foot long. The head of the hammer was cylindrical. It looked like a reduced version of a foundry hammer. However, on the black surface of the hammer, there was something special. The light, on the cylindrical hammer head, there is a faint pattern coiled around. Tang Wunian looked at the circle pattern. The thousand receivers seemed to have such a pattern when they appeared. What does this pattern mean?

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

Unlike the Blue Silver Grass, which hardly needs to consume Xuan Tian Gong, as soon as this small black hammer appeared, it absorbed almost all of Tang San's internal strength. He could barely control himself to hold the hammer handle tightly. Although it looks like a small hammer, it actually weighs far more than a casting hammer.

"This, this is..." Tang Hao came to Tang San almost in a stride, grabbed his hammer's hand and brought it to him. Tang Hao's hand was very powerful, at least now Tang San no longer felt it. The hammer puts such a heavy load on his arm.

When Tang Hao's hand held his hand, a warm blood connection made Tang San feel extremely comfortable, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Looking at the little black hammer, the excitement that had disappeared before appeared in Tang Hao's eyes again, "Twin spirits. It turned out to be twin spirits. Son, my son."

Suddenly, Tang Hao opened his powerful arms and hugged Tang San tightly into his arms.

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 time, and his embrace is very warm. That kind of security brought by fatherly love can't be replaced by anything else.

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

The little hammer in his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. Although Tang San liked the warmth brought by his father's love, he didn't want the hammer to drop his hand and hit his father.

"Dad, I can't hold on anymore," Tang San couldn't help saying.

Tang Hao released his arms, "Retract it."

The black light dissipated, and the weight disappeared. Tang San felt very strange. It was obviously a hammer formed by a special force in his Profound Sky Art mixture, but why couldn't he hold it? What surprised him even more was that after summoning that little hammer, his internal strength was consumed seven or eighty-eight.

Tang San had never seen his father’s face so wonderful before, and various complex emotions kept appearing on Tang Hao’s face. After a long time, he slowly said a word, "Remember, in your future, you must use your left hand. The hammer protects the grass in your right hand. Forever."

Tang San nodded without understanding.

"Dad." Tang Wunian said, "I also have spirit power."

Tang Wunian was very difficult to suppress the internal force from entering the crystal ball. Sure enough, the crystal ball did not react at all. He was already certain that internal force was soul power. He and Tang San were also stuck in the first stage. If Tang San is innate Full of soul power, then his soul power should not be much worse.

"Oh?" Tang Hao turned his head to look at Tang Wunian, Xiao San's spirit power can be said to be brought by the Clear Sky Hammer, how could Xiao Nian have spirit power, could it be...

Tang Hao's eyes suddenly widened. When the soul beast transformed into a human being, it was innately full of soul power. Could it be that Xiao Nian...

Tang Hao eagerly grabbed Tang Wunian, "Xiao Nian, release your blue silver grass!"

"Lan Yincao?" Tang Wunian looked at Tang Hao questioningly, "My martial soul is not Lan Yincao." With that, Tang Wunian released a thousand receivers. Although he was not as pressured as Tang San, he really released it. He was not easy when it was a thousand receivers.

"How is it possible?" Tang Hao was stunned. Tang Wunian's blue hair and blue eyes couldn't deceive people. He was so close to Lan Yincao just now, and he also saw it. Why is Wuhun not Blue Silver Grass, this pattern, and Clear Sky Hammer The above is the same, is it because he inherited two people from himself and his wife.

"Dad, what's the matter." Tang San asked, why did his father think Xiao Nian's Martial Spirit was also Blue Silver Grass? However, Xiao Nian's blue hair and blue eyes and blue silver grass really match well.

"Nothing." Tang Hao stood up abruptly, "Don't bother me anybody."

Tang Wunian and Tang San looked at each other, and they didn't want to understand if they didn't understand. They only need to know that Tang Hao is their father and never hurt them.