Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall

three days later.

morning.

Old Jack, dressed in clean and tidy clothes and his hair meticulously combed, came to Tang San's blacksmith shop as scheduled, and shouted inside:

"Little San, Grandpa Jack is here to pick you up. Come out and prepare to attend the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony."

Inside the humble adobe house.

In the center is a square table of the Eight Immortals.

There was a large pot of gruel and stacks of pickles on the table, these were Tang San's breakfast.

Tang Hao and Tang San each sat on a long wooden bench.

The father and son sat opposite each other.

Tang Hao snorted and drank the porridge, picking up pickles with chopsticks and feeding them into the big mouth.

Soon, most of the gruel and pickles on the table entered Tang Hao's stomach.

Tang San didn't eat much at all, but he didn't feel anything wrong, he was extremely happy at this moment.

Because that's what a father feels like!

At this time, Old Jack's shout came in from outside the curtain.

Tang San lifted his head from the bowl and glanced at his father.

Tang Hao was expressionless, and said a few words coldly:

"Go ahead. Remember to come back early and clean up the dishes. Also, don't delay making lunch."

After speaking, Tang Hao put down the tableware, grabbed the wine gourd hanging from his waist, and gulped a few more sips of inferior ale.

"Yes, Father!"

Tang San happily agreed, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and hurried out of the blacksmith shop to meet Old Jack who was waiting outside.

Just as Tang San opened the curtain and walked out.

Tang Hao's eyes flashed red, looking at Tang San's back, his eyes were very meaningful, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time.

Tang Hao put down the wine gourd in his hand, and wiped the remaining wine on his mouth with his big hand.

He got up and walked to the stove beside him.

Soon.

Inside the adobe room, there was a sound of hammering iron.

......

the other side.

Under the leadership of Old Jack.

Tang San followed Old Jack, walked for a few minutes, and came to the Spirit Hall located in the center of the village.

Looking at this entire Holy Spirit Village, the tallest, most beautiful, and newest, even the door is an iron dome building.

Tang San's eyes showed disdain, and an indescribable sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, Old Jack looked at the branch halls of the Spirit Hall, which could not help but feel awe.

At this moment, Old Jack turned to look at Tang San and said:

"Little San, this is where you are going to perform the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony today. You must have known the Martial Soul Hall branch of our Holy Soul Village."

"This branch hall was originally just a wooden house, which is slightly larger than other houses in our Holy Spirit Village."

"But three years ago, Spirit Hall demolished it, and it was rebuilt and expanded to what it is today."

"Later, a spirit master and a few ordinary staff were stationed, and a notice was posted saying that all villagers who have any items that need to be traded can come to the branch hall of the Wuhun Temple to trade, and the Wuhun Temple will introduce you to buy them. home, guarantee fairness and justice, and fair prices.”

Old Jack paused and continued:

"At this time, we learned that it is said that Wuhundian established an organization called the Pan-Continent Business Alliance, and used these Wuhundian branch halls as trading sites to be responsible for various trades on the mainland."

"This move by the Spirit Hall is very good for the hundreds of villagers in the Holy Spirit Village."

"Our Holy Spirit Village is rich in grain. Although most of it is paid as grain tax, there is still some surplus grain."

"I used to suffer from no channels to sell off hands, but now it's just fine."

Speaking of this, Old Jack was very emotional, stopped for a few seconds, and then continued:

"With the Wuhun Temple branch hall as a trading site, everyone can trade the extra food in exchange for the required items or coins."

"In the past three years, everyone's life has been much better. Almost every household has replaced the adobe house with a polished brick house."

"However, your family..."

Old Jack looked at Tang San's patched sackcloth, shook his head, sighed, and stopped talking.

With a father like Tang Hao who is lazy, doesn't seek to make progress, and is drunk all day, Tang San can only suffer, and Old Jack has nothing to do about it.

Tang San naturally knew the things Old Jack said.

He has been watching the changes in the Holy Soul Village.

At the beginning, his impression of Wuhun Temple was not bad, at least not bad.

In the past, he often went to the mountains near the Holy Spirit Village, relying on the knowledge of the Tang Sect in his previous life, to pick some rare medicinal herbs and take them to the branch hall of Wuhun Temple to sell.

But later, his father Tang Hao found out and beat him hard.

And warned him to stay away from the Spirit Hall.

He also told him that the Spirit Hall looked magnificent, but it was actually full of corrupt, depraved and evil people.

Spirit Hall should not exist in this world, this kind of thing should be destroyed.

That was the first time Tang San saw a different side of his father, the expression on his father's face he could never forget.

It was a complex expression of extreme anger and hatred, pain and regret, as well as helplessness and madness.

This made him feel sorry for his father.

Tang San didn't know what Wuhundian had done to his father, he felt that it must be an extreme thing, otherwise his father wouldn't behave like this.

He guessed that there must be a reason for his father's laziness, good wine, decadence and despair, perhaps it was caused by the Spirit Hall.

Therefore, what my father said to me must be right, and my father will not be wrong.

That is, from then on, Tang San no longer had any good feelings towards Wuhun Hall.

However, even though I don't have a favorable impression of Spirit Hall, I still have to take the benefits that should be taken.

Tang San still occasionally hides from Tang Hao and secretly goes to make a deal with the Wuhun Hall branch to earn living expenses for the father and son.

If he encounters Wuhundian branch hall staff who don't know the goods, at this time, Tang San will deliberately open his mouth and blackmail Wuhundian.

......

At this time, old Jack said:

"Let's go, let's hurry in, you are the last one, the deacon and the other eight children have already arrived. Now you are the only one left, and the martial soul awakening ceremony can begin."

After Old Jack finished speaking, he stepped forward first.

Tang San nodded and followed Old Jack step by step.

Today is Martial Soul Awakening Day.

The branch hall of the Wuhun Temple, where people usually come and go, has stopped any commercial trade today, and has dedicated time to perform the Wuhun awakening ceremony.

At this time, it seemed a little cold.

Enter into the branch hall.

Exactly as old Jack said.

Tang San was the last one to arrive.

The inspector deacon of the Spirit Hall and the other eight children have already arrived.

The inspector deacon of the Wuhun Temple looked in his twenties, with sword-brows and star eyes, handsome in appearance, dressed in a white strong suit, black cloak, and embroidered a fist-sized soul character at the center of his chest.

It was the twenty-sixth-level Great Spirit Master, Su Yuntao, who was rated as Blind Douluo by Guangjian Jianxian.

Su Yuntao had already laid out his awakening formation on the ground.

On a small column next to it, there is also a crystal ball the size of a human head that emits a halo of blue light.

The eyes of several children did not blink, and they cast curious glances.

Seeing that Old Jack brought Tang San, he finally arrived.

Su Yuntao's brows wrinkled slightly, a little unhappy:

"Old Jack, what's the matter with you, why are you so slow? I've been waiting for a long time, don't you know that my time is precious?"

Old Jack hurriedly pulled Tang San with him, bowed and apologized:

"I'm sorry, my esteemed deacon, I've been delayed because of a little thing. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Tang San was pressed by Old Jack's head, followed reluctantly and bowed, raised his head to look at Su Yuntao's tall figure, his eyes couldn't help flashing cold.

Su Yuntao waved his hand lightly and said:

"Okay, old Jack, you should step back first. I don't have much time. After awakening these children in the Holy Spirit Village, there are still several village children waiting for me to awaken their martial spirits for them. "

"The Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony will begin immediately!"

"Okay, Lord Deacon."

Old Jack bowed and agreed.

After instructing the children of the Holy Soul Village again, telling them to listen to the words of the deacon, they exited the hall of the branch hall.

Afterwards, Su Yuntao began to perform several blinding maneuvers, summoning the martial spirit lone wolf, and then possessing the martial spirit, scaring several children present to exclaim.

Su Yuntao smiled slightly, explained it, and then officially began to awaken the martial arts for several children.

After several operations, the martial spirits awakened by the first eight children were either farm implements such as sickles and hoes, or blue silver grass.

None of these spirits have any attack, defense, or auxiliary abilities, and they are standard-form waste spirits.

Finally, it was Tang San's turn.

Do the same.

Then, Blind Douluo was blinded.

Actually awakened a blue silver grass that was innately full of soul power?

What a shit? !

Su Yuntao was completely disappointed and speechless.

Immediately, he waved his hand, set the tone, and wrote on the soul master certificate:

Tang San, the blue silver grass of abolished martial arts, innately full of soul power, belonging to the Holy Spirit Village...

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