Chapter 402 Tang San's Dream

"Mom, I'm back."

The sun gradually disappeared in the western horizon. After working hard in the blacksmith shop for a day, Tang San finally completed today's task as planned and returned home.

There were a lot of iron filings on his arms, a light smile on the corners of his mouth, and his cheeks were burned red by the fire, which was strangely cute.

The key is that he is too feminine. If it were Gu You's cheeks that were red, the opponent would probably turn around and run away at the first time.

I was so angry that my face turned red. If I didn't run, would I stay there and wait for death?

Hidden deep in the golden-patterned blue silver grass in the yard, a place that Tang San specially chose during the day to be able to stably irradiate the sun in all directions at 360 degrees without dead angles, the former Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin stretched out the grass leaves distressedly and gently stroked Tang San's hot cheeks.

'Child, my child...'

Tang San is only thirteen years old now, still a minor, and he spends all day in the stuffy blacksmith shop. I don't know how this habit was formed.

Tang San said that after he awakened his spirit at the age of six, Tang Hao taught him to forge iron with the chaotic cloak hammer method.

His body was not fully developed, and he taught him to forge iron at such a young age. What did Tang Hao want to do?

Did he want Tang San to be less than 1.7 meters tall for his whole life?

Ah Yin could not understand, or she was unwilling to try to understand.

Tang Hao was the lover she chose, and soul beasts did not have the changeable love view of humans.

After deep thinking, if she found out that her husband was a pure retard, not only Tang Hao, but she would also be embarrassed.

She had to live with her husband she chose with tears.

"I'm fine, mother."

The closeness from the depths of the blood prompted Tang San to close his eyes and quietly enjoy this moment of warmth.

Sure enough, only mothers are good in the world, and children without mothers are like grass.

I, Tang San, will not be grass from today.

What, I am the Blue Silver Emperor?

That's fine.

Through the window facing the yard in the kitchen, Old Jack, who was cooking, saw Tang San standing in the yard after returning home for dinner. He pushed open the window and shouted, "Xiao San, go take a shower, and prepare to eat."

"Okay~"

After receiving Tang San's response, Old Jack went back to continue cooking with satisfaction, while Tang San gently pushed away the not-so-solid soil, picked up Ah Yin from the bushes and put her in an empty basin on the side.

"Mom, let's go eat."

On the rectangular dining table with six seats, Tang San and Old Jack washed off the stains on their bodies and sat facing each other, ready to enter a wonderful dinner time.

Today's dinner is Tang San's favorite steamed chicken and fried eggs with chives. It is delicious and fragrant, and with a little homemade chili sauce, it is much more fragrant than the food in the canteen of Tiandou Royal Academy.

The only flaw is that the others are not here. If Gu You, Xiao Wu, Lan Ta Meng are still there, this meal can be ten times more fragrant.

"Hey, eat slowly, don't choke."

Even if it is clear that Tang San is a spirit master, it is impossible for him to get into trouble because of choking. Old Jack, who also treated him as his own grandson, still habitually reminded him, fearing that something might happen to Tang San.

"Okay, Grandpa."

Tang San did not refute, and obediently slowed down his eating speed.

Seeing this, Old Jack smiled and picked up his chopsticks to eat slowly.

This time Tang San suddenly came back, he complained that Tang San skipped classes and did not study well, but in his heart he was actually very happy.

The evidence is that for nearly a month, he cooked Tang San's favorite dishes for dinner every day.

If it was Gu You who came back, he would have picked up his crutches and hit him on the buttocks.

There is no way, the stereotype is killing people. The three-year-old Gu You had the courage to hide in the Wuhun Hall after the door was closed, and the thirteen-year-old Gu You would be very brave if he skipped classes.

Old Jack was afraid that Gu You did not learn well in Tiandou Royal Academy, and followed some second-rate people all day to learn bad habits.

(Dugu Bo: Me?)

As for Tang San, he was much more relieved. Every day he was either forging iron or practicing, and there was no room for him to learn bad habits.

Unlike Gu You, who didn't know who had infected him with this bad habit, he would just walk to the river with his fishing rod when he had nothing to do.

He always came back with an empty bucket.

The two of them ate happily, two people and one grass, and the atmosphere on the table seemed particularly harmonious.

That's right, Tang San also put Ah Yin on the table when eating. He poured some prepared nutrient solution and treated her as having dinner.

There was no other way, Ah Yin in the form of blue silver grass couldn't eat anything, and Tang San couldn't waste food and bury the cooked rice in the soil, so he could only let her feel the atmosphere of eating with her family.

Old Jack was no longer surprised by this.

It was very abnormal to talk to blue silver grass, no matter how strange the blue silver grass was.

But the person talking was not Gu You, who had a lot of criminal records, but Tang San, who had always been very serious.

So, Old Jack could only bury his doubts in his heart as much as possible and pretend that he didn't see anything.

If there was any problem, it would be right to think about the soul master. The world of soul masters is broad and profound, and he, an ordinary old man from the Holy Soul Village, should not get involved.

After dinner, Tang San washed the dishes and returned to his room with Ah Yin's flower pot.

The room was not very big, but it had everything you need. The first thing that caught my eye was the oversized window that was rare in the Holy Soul Village and the large desk below.

On the desk, papers and pens were neatly placed. Because they were often used, the overall look was a bit old.

To the left of the desk was a medium-sized wardrobe. Tang San had been studying outside for many years and had not used it much, so it looked relatively new. To the right was a huge bookcase that reached the ceiling, which was filled with books that Tang San had purchased from all over the place.

There are professional books that record the properties of plants and minerals, as well as miscellaneous books such as maps, soul masters' travel notes, and anecdotes.

A clean and tidy bed was placed in the corner, with quilts folded neatly. This habit was originally left over from the Tang Sect period, and was later strengthened by Tang Hao, who never did housework. Now it has become a habit similar to logging in every day.

There is a low cabinet next to the bed, with a luminous soul guide that Gu You calls a "bedside lamp" on it.

An unfinished plant book was placed under the lamp with a bookmark between it, and Tang San planned to go to bed early to finish reading it.

Closing the door smoothly, Tang San opened the curtains and placed Ah Yin on the window sill. Then he took out the metal plate that was engraved with a third of the size of a palm yesterday from the secret compartment of the desk, took out the blueprint from the soul guide, and started every day. Evening work.

Carved soul guide array.

Although Gu You is not around now, he alone cannot come up with some whimsical and invincible ideas.

But Tang San could still complete the most basic permutation and combination upgrade.

The "Frost Descent" series of ice-attributed soul-guiding hidden weapons, and the "Summer Solstice" series of fire-attributed soul-guiding hidden weapons. The wind-attributed soul-guiding hidden weapon "Bai Lu" and the thunder-attributed soul-guiding hidden weapon "Jingzhe" were both masterpieces designed and assembled by Tang San.

Compared with the Tang Sect's inner sect's top secret weapon "Guanyin's Tears", the current soul-guided hidden weapons still have many shortcomings.

But Tang San believed that as long as he continued to study hard and with a little help from ancient travels, one day he would be able to make machine-type and other non-manual hidden weapons reach or even surpass the lethality of Guanyin Tears.

Whenever he thought of the soul-guided hidden weapon version of Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus being born in his hands, with its power that would make Guanyin cry for ninety streets, Tang San's heart would become extremely excited, and he wished he could jump directly to fifty years later to see the finished product.

The flame that bloomed must have been very gorgeous.

………

My name is Tang San, I am thirteen years old, and I live in the Holy Soul Village south of Notting City. Unmarried and no girlfriend. Studying at Tiandou Royal Academy, you spend about twelve hours a day on experimental study and exercise.

Don't smoke or drink. On nights when there are no important experimental tasks, I will go to bed before twelve o'clock to ensure that I open my eyes before the sun rises.

Before going to bed, I would drink a glass of warm water, and then read my favorite book with the help of a bedside lamp. I would never bring fatigue to the next day. Xiao You said that I am too normal.

I'm not interested in many things, and all I pursue is the pinnacle of family and hidden weapons. As long as they and they remain with me, my heart desires nothing else.

The happiness of peace and tranquility is my outlook on life that I am proud of.

But now, I encountered something strange that I had never experienced before.

"Mistress, come here, let grandpa take a look."

Old Jack waved to "Tang San" and asked him to come to him quickly.

'Grandpa Jack.'

Looking at the much younger old Jack and the six-year-old "Tang San" who saluted him respectfully, Tang San felt waves of discomfort all over his body.

Strange, strange, very strange, so strange.

I just finished reading the book, turned off the light and got ready to go to sleep. Why did I just touch the pillow and open my eyes, and I appeared in the Holy Soul Village when I was six years old.

‘Illusion? Psychic attack? Or the most bizarre and unpredictable time-based ability? ’

Tang San didn't know and had no way to test it. Because he doesn't even have a physical body now, he is just an illusory ghost, bound to "Tang San" by invisible rules.

Watching everything happen, but nothing can be changed.

Seeing Old Jack turn around and leave because Tang Hao was angry, and Tang Hao still dared to glare at the six-year-old himself, Tang San couldn't wait to give Tang Hao another round of his favorite "Blue Silver Overlord Spear".

I'm sorry, right? If old Jack hadn't helped me a few years ago, with your three-day ironing and two-day hammer repair attitude, you wouldn't even be able to keep up with the hot shit you eat.

In addition, young me, aren't you from the Tang clan? Why didn't you go into the mountains to get some poisonous weeds and poisonous mushrooms and throw them into the porridge?

The poison won't kill a Titled Douluo, but it can cause him diarrhea.

At this moment, Tang San and Dugu Bo inadvertently reached a high degree of spiritual unity. Get Gu You to customize a soul spell, and you can use martial soul fusion skills to beat Tang Hao and call him daddy in a matter of minutes.

‘Alas~’

Floating in mid-air, Tang San helplessly held his forehead.

I was still too young back then, and the bottom line was not low enough. If it were now, he would have thought of a way to deal with Tang Hao.

Although he was very angry, there was still good news that made Tang San happy. If Old Jack is right, in three days, the deacon of Wuhun Palace will go to the village to organize the Wuhun Awakening Ceremony.

To be honest, Tang San felt that this world was very strange. It seems that I have never met Gu You. No matter where I am or what I am doing, I am always alone.

‘Didn’t the little wanderers of this world find me? ’

Tang San didn't know, but he was looking forward to the day of the martial soul awakening ceremony.

Even if Gu You didn't meet him that day due to various reasons, he still believed that as long as that person was still Gu You, he would definitely lend a helping hand to him after meeting.

‘After all, we are destined brothers. ’

‘Draw circles~ draw circles~’

Hugging his knees and curling up into a ball, Tang San floated in the air with a disappointed look on his face, stretching out his fingers to draw a circle that no one could see.

Old Jack lost a grandson, and his destined brother was gone. Tang San could only watch "Tang San" practice blacksmithing under the guidance of Tang Hao, like a purebred fool without even a little information about soul masters. have no idea.

‘Please, go to the Spirit Hall and read some books, don’t continue to forge iron~’

Tang San’s silent cry did not reach the ears of “Tang San”, he hammered and hammered out the first Tang Sect hidden weapon after arriving in the new world, with a proud smile on his face.

‘What a proud hammer you are! ’

Just when Tang San collapsed, the time in the outside world suddenly began to accelerate. Soon, “Tang San” and Old Jack embarked on the road to Notting City to study.

‘Time system ability! ’

The sudden change made Tang San quickly concentrate his mind, not caring about “Tang San” now, trying to find the flaws of the enemy hidden in the dark.

‘You want to shake my spirit by making Xiao You disappear? ’

Tang San calmed down, narrowed his eyes slightly, and kept an eye on the changes around him.

‘Then you are wrong, I will kill you as quickly as possible, and then return to the reality where Gu You is. ’

It felt like I had been waiting for nearly half an hour, and the surroundings were calm, without even the simplest temptation. Tang San could only relax his guard and pay attention to "Tang San" again.

'Huh? Does the security guard have such a bad temper? '

'Don't take out the hidden arrows, ah ah ah ah ah~~~'

On the one hand, Tang San was puzzled that the security guard who he became familiar with when completing the work-study task actually had a bad temper in the academy.

On the other hand, Tang San began to feel that this childhood self might have a brain disease.

He didn't use the hidden arrows on Tang Hao, who was disrespectful to Old Jack, but was ready to throw them on the security guard who was also disrespectful to Old Jack.

You kid, are you a little too double-standard?

Double standards are normal. Xiao You once said that the closeness of the relationship will inevitably affect the objective and rational judgment standards. But with Tang Hao's virtue, it is more worthy of a hidden arrow if you don't look at it objectively.

'It's over. '

Finding a half-familiar stranger slowly appearing from a distance, Tang San's heart was filled with an incomparable sense of absurdity.

Without Gu You's realistic theoretical guidance, Yu Xiaogang's nonsense theory is still very convincing to me, who knows nothing about soul masters and martial spirits.

Just like a thesis, as long as there is enough English on it, anyone who doesn't understand it will say that the article is well written.

'I won't worship him as my master, right? Don't do that~'

Tang San's painting style changed from realistic three-dimensional to flat oil painting, and the famous work "The Scream" by Norwegian painter Edvard Munch was reproduced in Douluo Continent in an extreme one-to-one ratio.

Seeing "Tang San" kneeling on the ground, "bang bang bang" kowtowed to Yu Xiaogang respectfully three times, and Tang San's face showed an expression of despair.

'Haha, destroy it, hurry up, I'm tired. '