Chapter 133 Xuantian Treasure Record, Article 1

One month later.

On the official road in the morning.

A carriage was swaying and moving forward slowly.

In front of the carriage.

The elderly driver sits in the driving position.

With a relaxed attitude and a relaxed look on his face, he thought that this should be the easiest and most profitable solicitation in his life.

The old coachman had a smiling face, and occasionally waved his whip and pulled 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.

In the back of the carriage.

The young employer in black, sitting cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes and practiced, with a slight black and white halo on his body, forming a perfectly 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, when he encountered some potholes, he still swayed.

However, no matter how the carriage swayed, the boy's body was always stable and unaffected, 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.

I didn't expect that this young employer was actually a patrol deacon in the Spirit Hall.

On the way down, he drove a carriage, pulled his teenage employer, and stopped and went.

Almost every city, town, or village, juvenile employers choose to stop.

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

The old coachman himself was also born from a commoner.

Being able to become a Great Spirit Master all depends on what the Spirit Hall has always insisted on, which is to awaken the Spirit for the common people for free.

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

The inspector of the Spirit Hall.

The elderly coachman has always maintained the most respectful attitude.

Another half day.

is 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.

Holy Spirit Village.

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

makes 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.

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

Old Jack really didn't like him at all, and even hated him.

If it wasn't for the purpose of adding another soul master to 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 an outstanding talent and a promising future.

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

It's all Tang Hao's fault!

So, Tang Hao felt another guilt in Old Jack's heart.

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

"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 trace of unnoticeable displeasure on his dark face, and whispered to persuade:

"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.

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.

Another martial spirit is a hammer that is completely black and cannot be named.

Tang San adhered to the principle of absolutely adhering to the general outline of Xuantian Baolu, and did not 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 the Tang Sect Xuantian Baolu, Article 1 stipulates:

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

Su Yuntao and Old Jack, in Tang San's eyes, are people who can't be trusted.

There has only been one person in his life until now, and that is his father, Tang Hao.

So Tang San returned to the blacksmith shop, and only 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 sloppy 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 moment, 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 a father's love.

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

There is a hidden arrow inside.

is a hidden weapon of the Tang Sect that he forged with a piece of iron gifted by his father under the skill of the chaotic cloak hammer technique.

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, it is used secretly, and 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 not to let Old Jack disturb 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 Noding Elementary Spirit Master Academy for admission? Let's go."

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

"Let's go, 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. Little Sanyou must hold on."

"Grandpa Jack, I'm fine."

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

He has the inner strength of Xuantian Gong, and he has only walked for half a day. To him, it is nothing.

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 the 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 finishing 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, so I can't let him die halfway, I must protect him."

"However. Wuhundian's wanted me has never stopped. I can't divulge my whereabouts."

"You can protect me secretly, and I can't let the mistress know of my existence, so that he doesn't have a sense of crisis and slackens 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.

then flickered and disappeared in the blacksmith shop

I'm in poor condition today, dizzy

(end of this chapter)