Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall

a month later.

On the official road in the morning.

A carriage was swaying and moving slowly forward.

Front of the carriage.

The elderly coachman sits in the driving position.

With a leisurely posture and a relaxed look on his face, he said in his heart that this should be the easiest and most profitable solicitation in his life.

The old coachman had a smile on his face, and occasionally waved his whip and pulled on the reins.

Keep the carriage running at a constant speed and try not to shake, so as not to affect the practice of the young employer in the back compartment.

Inside the back of the carriage.

A young employer dressed in black sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes and practiced, exuding a slight black and white halo, forming an extremely balanced yin and yang fish.

In the surrounding air, black and white light spots were constantly being produced and injected into the boy's body.

The carriage is just an ordinary carriage after all, and the shock absorption capacity of the bearing structure is not strong.

Although the old driver tried to keep moving at a constant speed, he still swayed when he encountered some potholes.

However, no matter how the carriage swayed, the boy's body was always stable and unaffected in the slightest, as if there was an invisible force that kept it perfectly balanced.

The boy in black is Ye Qifeng.

The old coachman turned his head and glanced back at the carriage with a look of surprise and respect.

Unexpectedly, this young employer was actually a patrol deacon in the Spirit Hall.

All the way down, he drove the carriage, pulled the young employer, and stopped and went.

In almost every city, town, or village, teenage employers choose to stay.

Then go to the local branch of the Wuhun Temple to receive some tasks to preside over the Wuhun awakening ceremony, and awaken the Wuhun for some civilian children.

The old coachman himself was also born of a commoner.

Being able to become a Great Spirit Master all depends on what Wuhundian has been insisting on, which is to awaken Wuhun for the common people for free.

Otherwise, I have no ability, dare to walk between cities and earn gold soul coins.

For the inspection deacon of the Spirit Hall.

The old coachman has always maintained the most respectful attitude.

Another half day.

About to arrive at the destination of this trip.

The old coachman shook his head with joy on his face.

Soon he will be able to reap the huge balance of the trip, five hundred gold soul coins.

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Holy Spirit Village.

Early in the morning, Jack, the elder of the Holy Spirit Village, deliberately changed into a new suit.

Make it look more spiritual.

One month later.

Old Jack came to Tang San's blacksmith shop again.

He knew that Tang San likes to get up early, so he should get up early at this time.

As for Tang Hao, the sloppy alcoholic, he must have slept like a dead pig.

Old Jack really didn't like him in the slightest, and even hated him.

If it wasn't for another soul master in the Holy Soul Village, Old Jack really didn't want to appear here.

In Old Jack's heart, Tang San was born full of soul power, he should have been extremely talented and had a promising future.

How could he be ruined by Tang Hao, this unsatisfactory thing, otherwise how could Tang San awaken a waste martial spirit like Blue Silver Grass? !

It's all Tang Hao's fault!

As a result, Tang Hao added another level of guilt in Old Jack's heart.

Regardless of whether Tang Hao was still sleeping, Old Jack went straight to the smithy and shouted loudly:

"Little San, come out quickly, Grandpa Jack is here to pick you up to go to school!"

Hearing Old Jack's cry, Tang San hurried out, with a hint of displeasure on his dark face, and whispered to discourage:

"Grandpa Jack, be quiet, my father is still sleeping, don't wake him up."

After this month, his relationship with his father has improved a lot, and his father has also cheered up a little, not so decadent.

Tang San still remembers it to this day.

a month ago.

After participating in the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

He discovered that he actually had two martial spirits.

One of the martial spirits is a blue-green grass called Blue Silver Grass.

The other martial spirit was a black, indescribable hammer.

Tang San insisted absolutely on implementing the general principles of Xuantian Baolu, and didn't tell it to Su Yuntao, the inspector of the Wuhun Temple who presided over the awakening ceremony for him.

Even Old Jack, who led him to the ceremony, didn't tell him.

Because of the general outline of Tangmen Xuantianbaolu, the first rule stipulates:

Never let someone you can't fully trust know how much you really are!

In Tang San's eyes, Su Yuntao and Old Jack were both untrustworthy people.

There has always been only one person he trusted in his life, and that is his father, Tang Hao.

So Tang San returned to the blacksmith shop, and after Old Jack left, did he show his blue silver grass and hammer spirit to his father.

Seeing Tang San's two martial spirits, Tang Hao's scruffy old face was incomparably shocked, his eyes flushed red in an instant, and old tears flowed.

Above the hammer spirit, there was a feeling of blood connection, which made Tang Hao couldn't help hugging Tang San into his arms.

At this time, Tang Hao finally regarded Tang San as his own son.

That is, from then on, the two really got along like a father and son, and Tang Hao also taught Tang San his own method of hammering the cloak.

Thinking of this, Tang San felt sweet in his heart, very fond of this warm feeling brought by father's love.

Listening to Old Jack's shouting, Tang San subconsciously touched his wrist.

There is a hidden arrow inside.

It was a hidden weapon of the Tang Sect that he forged with a piece of iron from his father and with the skill of chaotic cloak hammering.

Hidden arrows belong to the hidden weapon category, and ordinary people can use them as long as they master the method.

Its power is not bad, and when it is used secretly, it is almost difficult for ordinary people to escape its shooting.

Tang San shook his head, secretly suppressing the thoughts in his heart.

In order to prevent Old Jack from disturbing his beloved father's sleep, he stepped forward and dragged Old Jack away from the blacksmith shop:

"Grandpa Jack, aren't you going to take me to Nuoding Junior Spirit Master Academy? Let's go."

Old Jack obviously didn't want to stay here any longer, he laughed and said:

"Let's walk, grandpa will take you to school. Notting College is in Notting City, not far from our Holy Spirit Village, and it's only half a day's walk. You have to hold on, little three.  … ..."

"Grandpa Jack, I'm fine."

Tang San smiled slightly, a hint of arrogance on his dark face.

He has Xuantian Gong's inner strength, and only half a day's journey is nothing to him.

Just after Tang San pulled Old Jack away.

The curtain of the blacksmith shop opened, and Tang Hao's sloppy figure came out.

Looking at Tang San's figure from a distance, an elusive dim light flashed in his eyes.

As for Old Jack, he was completely ignored by him.

Until Tang San's back completely disappeared, Tang Hao murmured in a low voice:

"Having innate soul power, the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer twin martial souls, Xiao San, your talent is unparalleled in the world. No one in this world can compare to you."

"Now, you are my hope. Whether I can take revenge on Wuhun Temple and destroy Wuhun Temple is up to you."

"You must grow up quickly!"

After speaking, Tang Hao turned around and walked back to the blacksmith shop, ready to fall asleep.

Suddenly his footsteps stopped, as if he had thought of something, his brows furrowed:

"No, I can't hide in the Holy Spirit Village all the time. Xiaosan has no self-protection ability now, and he can't let him die in the middle. I must protect him."

"However... Wuhun Temple's wanted me has never stopped, and I can't reveal my whereabouts."

"You can protect it secretly, and you can't let Xiaosan know of my existence, so that he doesn't have a sense of crisis and slacks off his studies and cultivation. Well, you can make a plan..."

After thinking about it, Tang Hao walked into the blacksmith shop and left a letter.

Immediately after a sway, he disappeared in the blacksmith's shop...

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