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Three days passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, Tang San also completed the forging of ten thousand swings of the hammer as agreed with his father Tang Hao.

Of course, the original promise to teach Tang San the forging skills after he completed it fell into nothing due to Tang Hao's 'forgetting' and Tang San's acquiescence.

Early that morning, when Tang San completed his training from the top of the hill outside the village and returned home to wake up his father Tang Hao to start having breakfast, an old and energetic call sounded outside the house:

"Xiaosan, grandpa is here to pick you up."

As soon as the sound fell, Jack, the village elder of Holy Soul Village, wearing neat clothes and meticulously groomed gray hair, walked in from the open door of the blacksmith shop.

"Huh?!" As soon as Old Jack entered the door, he saw the empty bowl that Tang Hao had just put down from his lips, and the bowl of porridge that was so clear that one could count the rice grains in Tang San's hands.

Immediately, Old Jack stepped forward in three steps at a time, and once again looked at the bowl in Tang San's hand, as well as the bottomed pot on the side.

The next moment, Old Jack, with his eyes wide open and his face slightly red, stared at Tang Hao as if nothing had happened, and yelled: "Tang Hao! What's the matter with you?! What did I say when I came to you three days ago?"

"The most important martial soul awakening ceremony in your son's life, but you let him just drink this gruel?"

"You! You...you are a father in vain! Bah! The old man was really blind back then, so he took in you, a lazy, alcoholic drunkard like you! Trash!..."

"call--!"

Under Old Jack's scolding without even taking a breath, Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Old Jack with a chill.

"What?!" Old Jack didn't care at all about Tang Hao's suddenly cold demeanor. He also turned a blind eye to the slight power on the other party. He only thought that he was tall and had a strong sense of oppression as a blacksmith.

, still blowing his beard and staring:

"Old man, did I say something wrong? Back then, you were in a mess, but you still knew that the child was hungry and found food for the child. After you settled down, although you drank some wine from time to time, the old man introduced you to the work of making farm tools.

It’s all done…”

"Then?! The mistress is about four years old. You are either drinking or sleeping all day long. If you hadn't run out of money to buy rice, you wouldn't even have a ignition in the stove in your blacksmith shop——!"

Listening to Old Jack's rapid-fire words, Tang Hao's aura slowly calmed down, and finally he became calm, and he just dropped the empty bowl in his hand heavily on the table.

"boom!"

Under the harsh sound, Old Jack stopped talking, while Tang Hao stood up with a cold face, without even looking at Old Jack, and only said one sentence to Tang San beside him:

"Go early and come back early. Don't delay cooking for lunch."

After saying that, he walked towards the inner room, seemingly ready to take a nap.

Over the years, although Tang Hao has always been a little unhappy because Old Jack is less than ten years older than him, yet he insists on being one generation higher than him, but Old Jack does have a great regard for him, Tang Hao, the blacksmith, and Tang San, the son of the blacksmith.

It's really good.

Whether it was because he was a strong man and did not want to argue with an ordinary person, or the other party's actions over the years, Tang Hao finally chose to turn a blind eye and not listen.

"well!"

Seeing Tang Hao's tall back disappear under the curtain at the inner door, Old Jack sighed heavily, collected his thoughts and expression, turned his head to face Tang San, who had been quiet all this time, and smiled.

: "Forget it, leave him alone~"

"Fortunately, your child is well-behaved and sensible..."

Listening to Old Jack's praise, Tang San pursed his lips and said nothing.

One is Grandpa Jack who truly cares for him, and the other, although he doesn't care about him, is his biological father in this life. He doesn't know what to say at this moment.

Old Jack looked at Tang San who bowed his head silently, shook his head silently, motioned for Tang San to follow him, turned around and walked out of the blacksmith shop.

Just as he arrived at the door, Old Jack raised his hand and touched his arms, took out an oil paper parcel, and handed it to Tang San who was following behind.

Tang San took it subconsciously, twitching his nose slightly and smelling the scent of meat emanating from the oiled paper. He raised his head in surprise and asked, "Grandpa Jack, is this -?"

"Grandpa brought you the chicken legs, open them while they're hot and eat them -" Old Jack said with a smile as he walked.

Tang San grabbed the hand wrapped in oil paper and squeezed it, and easily judged that there were two large chicken drumsticks inside, which seemed to be not just for one child.

"..." Tang San was silent for a moment, and then said softly to Old Jack's back: "Thank you, Grandpa Jack~"

"Hi!" Old Jack walked in front, waved his hand, and said nonchalantly: "Old man, I am also generous to others."

"Girl Qian, although you have never met her, but according to your seniority, you have to call her Aunt Qian."

"Although your Aunt Qian has not returned to our Holy Soul Village in the past few years, she has asked people to send back a lot of things every year. Otherwise, grandpa would not have much wealth. I will send some rice and noodles to you and other people in the village who are in average condition.

Supplies…”

"This chicken leg is the "Fire-Feathered Golden Pheasant" that your Aunt Qian sent back to the old man years ago. The old man thought about it, what you kid eats on weekdays... On this big day when the martial spirit awakens, even if other people's homes

No matter how bad it is, we still have to get something good..."

Along the way, Tang San patiently listened to Old Jack's nagging words while silently finishing a chicken leg.

When they arrived at the center of the village, in front of the large wooden house specially used for awakening martial spirits, Tang San, carrying another chicken drumstick wrapped in oil paper, wiped the slightly oily corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and came to the already arrived

Seven other children stood beside him.

At this moment, Tang San's attention was not focused on the children from the same village with whom he had a cold relationship, but on the handsome young man that Old Jack was walking toward.

I saw this young man who looked to be in his twenties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in white clothes, with a black cloak fluttering slightly behind his back. In the center of his chest, there was a fist-sized figure that was directly under the [Martial Soul Hall].

Some signs have the word "soul".

What surprised Tang San was that on the young man's left chest, there was a badge engraved with four long swords. The key was not the identity of the soul master represented by the long swords, but the number of the four long swords, which represented the soul.

The fourth-level title of master is Soul Master!

This is actually a soul master?!

You know, after these two years of deliberate snooping, plus the information he heard - well, eavesdropped - on the hill outside the village, Tang San no longer knew anything about the world he was currently in.

On the contrary, with mature thinking, he can detect some ordinary information from some details that ordinary people never pay attention to.

Among them, there are remote towns like "Notting City", where soul masters are extremely rare existences!

‘Why would such a big shot come to preside over the spirit awakening ceremony for the common children in the village?’ Tang San felt doubtful in his heart.

At this moment, Old Jack saluted the young man respectfully and greeted with a smile on his face: "Deacon Su Yuntao, long time no see, are you hosting the awakening ceremony this year? I thought it was Deacon Sisi~"

"Hello, Village Chief Jack~" The young man, Su Yuntao, had a smile on his face, bowed slightly in return, and said with a bit of joy: "Sisi is not feeling well, so this year

In the village she is responsible for in the south of Ding City, I will preside over the martial soul awakening ceremony..."

As a Soul Master in his twenties, Su Yuntao didn't need to be polite to an ordinary civilian like Old Jack. At most, he responded out of politeness and education.

But before I came here, I had been a guest at the house of Palace Master Lin Youhun several times, and had met the old man several times. I knew that he was related to the wife of Palace Master Lin's family.

Secondly, there is the just-mentioned Deacon Sisi. After he was promoted to Soul Lord last year, he married him and took over the "Notting City" Soul Branch Hall where he was responsible for the Soul Awakening Ceremony.

Palace flowers.

But this time, because Sisi found out she was pregnant, Su Yuntao was overjoyed and directly took up the familiar martial arts awakening matter again, patting his chest.