Douluo: Protect Our Soul Hall

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 coachman sat in the driving seat.

With a leisurely posture and a relaxed and comfortable look on his face, he thought that this must be the easiest and most profitable time for him to solicit customers in his life.

The old driver had a smiling face, occasionally waving his whip and pulling the reins.

Let the carriage drive at a constant speed and try not to shake, so as not to affect the practice of the young employer in the carriage behind.

Inside the carriage behind the carriage.

The young employer, dressed in black, was sitting cross-legged on the couch, practicing with his eyes closed. His body exuded a slight black and white halo, forming a perfectly balanced yin and yang fish.

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

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

Although the elderly driver tried his best to keep moving at a constant speed, he still inevitably swayed when encountering some potholes.

However, no matter how the carriage swayed, the young man's body was always stable and not affected at all, as if there was an invisible force that kept him in perfect balance.

The young man in black is Ye Qifeng.

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

Unexpectedly, this young employer was actually an inspection deacon of Wuhun Palace.

Along the way, he drove a carriage and pulled his young employer along, stopping and going.

Almost every city, town, or village he visits, his young employer will choose to stop there.

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

The old coachman himself was also born into the common people.

His ability to become a great soul master depends entirely on Wuhun Palace's insistence on awakening martial souls for common people for free.

Otherwise, I would not be able to dare to walk between cities and earn gold soul coins.

Regarding the patrolling deacon of Wuhun Palace.

The elderly coachman always maintained the most respectful attitude.

Only half a day left.

About to arrive at the destination of this trip.

The old coachman shook his head and looked happy.

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

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Holy Soul Village.

Early in the morning, Jack, the elder of Holy Soul Village, specially changed into a pair of brand new clothes.

Make it look more energetic.

One month later.

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

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

As for Tang Hao, that sloppy drunkard, he must have slept like a dead pig.

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

If it weren't for the purpose of adding another soul master to Holy Soul Village, Old Jack really wouldn't want to appear here.

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

However, he was ruined by this unsatisfactory thing from Tang Hao. Otherwise, how could Tang San have awakened a useless martial spirit like Blue Silver Grass?!

It's all Tang Hao's fault!

As a result, Tang Hao became even more guilty in Old Jack's heart.

Regardless of whether Tang Hao was still sleeping or not, Old Jack went straight to the blacksmith shop and shouted loudly:

"Mistress, come out quickly, Grandpa Jack is here to pick you up and take you to school!"

Hearing Old Jack's call, Tang San hurriedly ran out, with a trace of imperceptible displeasure on his dark face, and whispered to dissuade him:

"Grandpa Jack, keep your voice down, my father is still sleeping, don't wake him up."

Over the past month, his relationship with his father has improved a lot, and his father has cheered up a bit and is no longer 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 small blue grass called Blue Silver Grass.

The other martial spirit is a black hammer with an unnamed name.

Tang San adhered to the creed of absolutely insisting on implementing the general outline of Xuantian Baolu, and did not tell Su Yuntao, the patrol deacon of Wuhun Palace who presided over the awakening ceremony for him.

He didn't even inform Old Jack, who led him to the ceremony.

Because the first article of the general outline of Xuantian Baolu of Tangmen stipulates:

Never let people you cannot fully trust know your true strength!

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

There is only one person he trusts in his life, and that is his father, Tang Hao.

So Tang San returned to the blacksmith shop, and after Old Jack left, he showed his father the Blue Silver Grass and Hammer Spirit.

Seeing Tang San's two martial arts souls, Tang Hao's sloppy old face was extremely shocked, and his eyes turned red in an instant, with tears streaming down his face.

The feeling of blood connection came from the hammer spirit, making Tang Hao couldn't help but hug Tang San into his arms.

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

It was from then on that the two truly got along like a father and son, and Tang Hao also taught Tang San his cloak hammering technique.

Thinking of this, Tang San felt sweet in his heart, he really liked the warm feeling brought by his father's love.

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

There is a sleeve arrow hidden inside.

It was a hidden weapon of the Tang Sect that he forged using a piece of iron essence given by his father and using the skills of the Luan Cloak Hammer Technique.

The sleeve arrow is a mechanical concealed weapon, and ordinary people can use it as long as they know the method.

It is very powerful, and when used secretly, it is almost difficult for ordinary people to escape its shooting without noticing.

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 walked forward and pulled Old Jack away from the blacksmith shop:

"Grandpa Jack, aren't you going to take me to the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy? Let's go quickly."

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

"Let's go, grandpa will take you to school right now. Noting College is in Notting City, not far from our Holy Soul Village, only half a day's walk. Xiaosan, you have to hold on...

..."

"Grandpa Jack, I'm fine."

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

He has the inner strength of Xuantian Kung at his side, and the journey of only half a day is nothing to him.

Just after Tang San pulled Old Jack away.

The door curtain of the blacksmith shop opened, and Tang Hao's slovenly figure walked out.

Looking at Tang San's figure from a distance, his eyes flickered with an unpredictable light.

As for old Jack, he didn't take him seriously at all.

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

"With innate soul power, twin martial souls of the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer, Xiaosan, your talent is unparalleled. No one in this world can compare with you."

"Now, you are my hope. Whether I can take revenge on Wuhun Palace and destroy Wuhun Palace depends on you."

"You must grow up quickly!"

After saying that, Tang Hao turned around and walked back to the blacksmith shop, preparing to take a nap.

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

"No, I can't hide in Holy Soul Village forever. Xiao San has no ability to protect himself now. We can't let him die midway. I must protect him."

"However... Wuhun Palace has never stopped wanting me. I cannot reveal my whereabouts."

"You can protect me secretly, and I can't let the mistress know about my existence, so that he won't have a sense of crisis and slack off in his study and practice. Well, we can make a plan..."

After thinking for a while, Tang Hao walked into the blacksmith shop and left a letter.

Immediately, his figure flashed and disappeared in the blacksmith shop...

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I'm not in good condition today, dizzy...