The Heavens: Beginning to teach the Tang God King to practice the Sunflower Collection

Chapter 6 Tang San, you shouldn’t have come

Author: braised donuts

Chapter 6 Tang San, you shouldn’t have come

At the same time, Xiao He also walked out of the Wuhun Village Hall with a calm expression.

"Xiaohe, I didn't expect you to be born with full soul power. It's really God who blessed our Holy Soul Village!"

Seeing Xiao He's figure, Old Jack greeted him with a smile.

"For those who practice Taoism, the most important thing is cause and effect. In the near future, I will understand this cause and effect."

Xiao He said with a slight smile.

"Xiaohe, what nonsense are you kidding?"

When Old Jack heard this, he was slightly stunned at first, and then said: "Grandpa is going to arrange for you to go to Notting Junior Soul Master Academy as a work-study student, and then you will become a high-level soul master and honor your ancestors!"

Xiao He often talks big truths and talks nonsense, and Old Jack is somewhat used to it.

"Grandpa Jack, this should be the last time I call you this. I have something to do and will come to see you in a few days."

Xiao He shook his head, and after saying this, he disappeared without a trace.

"Xiaohe, where are you?"

Seeing Xiao He suddenly disappear, Old Jack was stunned on the spot, his mouth half-opened, looking inexplicably surprised.

Dividing line.

At this time, Tang San also returned to his home.

"Xiao San, are you going to awaken your martial spirit today? What is your martial spirit?"

When Tang Hao saw Tang San coming back, he immediately asked the question he wanted to know most.

"Father, my martial spirits are Blue Silver Grass and Haotian Hammer!"

Tang San smiled and didn't hide anything else, he just told the truth.

"Lanyincao, it turns out that your martial spirit is Lan Yincao."

Tang Hao subconsciously ignored the second half of Tang San's words, and in his heart he was even more prepared to press this ghost to death.

Martial spirits are passed down through blood. His Tang Hao's son's martial spirit is not the Clear Sky Hammer or the Blue Silver Emperor?

This is simply impossible!

"I heard that offspring's martial spirits are inherited from their parents. So, my mother's martial spirit is blue silver grass?"

Tang San looked at Tang Hao walking in step by step, and asked pointedly.

You know this too!

You also know that the martial spirits of future generations are inherited from their parents!

Now that you know, do you still dare to say it in front of me?

You damn thing, do you really think that I, Tang Haoni, can't squeeze it?

Tang Hao walked up to Tang San step by step, and patted Tang San's forehead with his calloused palm!

"Father, are you a martial spirit or a hammer, like this?"

Tang San slowly raised his left hand, and a faint black light spurted out from his palm.

The brilliance condensed instantly, and a strange thing appeared in his palm.

It was a black hammer with a handle about half a foot long and a cylindrical hammer head that looked very much like a miniature casting hammer.

However, there is a special light on the dark surface of the hammer, and a faint pattern is coiled around the cylindrical hammer head.

"This is."

Seeing this scene, Tang Hao was stunned instantly!

Others don't know what Tang San is holding, so how could he not know?

Recall what Tang San said just now - Father, my martial spirits are Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer!

"Twin martial spirits! Turns out to be twin martial spirits! Son, my son!!!"

Tang Hao's palm that was about to slap him quickly changed into a hug, hugging Tang San tightly into his arms.

Almost, almost just now, Tang Hao almost shot his own son to death!

The moment he saw the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Hao had already determined that this Tang San was his son.

No matter why he knows Haotian Jiujue, or why he knows those messy self-created soul skills, he is his son!

"Dad, I want to be a soul master. I want to be a working student at Notting Junior Soul Master College."

Tang San felt Tang Hao's embrace while speaking into his ear.

"Okay, okay, no problem."

Tang Hao didn't hesitate and directly agreed to Tang San's request.

Dividing line.

Time passed slowly, and a deep black gradually covered the blue-white sky.

Above the sky, the bright silver moon exudes soft and warm light, illuminating the entire sky.

Under the cold and soft moonlight, three dilapidated adobe houses stood there alone.

Suddenly, a six-year-old boy, with a calm look on his face that was not for his age, walked slowly past the three adobe houses.

The little boy's destination seemed to be the small hill outside Holy Soul Village.

After a while, another little boy who looked to be five or six years old walked out of the largest adobe room.

Then, after a while, a middle-aged man about fifty years old also walked out of the largest adobe room.

The child who looked to be five or six years old seemed to be following the older child in front of him, and the middle-aged man at the end was following the slightly younger boy.

Well, this scene looks a bit weird, it looks very similar - a mantis stalking a cicada, followed by an oriole!

Dividing line.

"I didn't expect you to actually come!"

On the hill outside Holy Soul Village, Xiao He sat on a big white stone and said without looking back.

"Did you guess I would come?"

A cold and slightly arrogant voice suddenly sounded, and Tang San, dressed in black, walked out from behind the hillside and stood five meters away from Xiao He.

"You shouldn't have come!"

Xiao He's plain voice reached Tang San's ears.

"Are you afraid of death?"

The corners of Tang San's mouth raised slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.

"From the heavenly emperor to the common man, who can avoid the erosion of time?"

Xiao He jumped up from the big rock, walked step by step in front of Tang San, and said calmly: "Although I have already guessed it, I still want to ask, why do you want to kill me?"

"You are a variable, and I don't want this variable to break the peace here."

Tang San's eyes fell on Xiao He, those eyes were extremely deep, and seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

"Haha, you mean that my martial soul and innate full soul power will attract the attention of the martial soul hall and break the lives of you and Tang Hao?"

Xiao He shrugged with a dull expression.

"That's right, as long as you die, the top brass of Wuhun Palace will not come to this remote place because of a dead person!"

Tang San smiled coldly, and then said: "You think so, another reborn person!"

"Reborn? Maybe so!"

Xiao He smiled faintly, hooked his fingers at Tang San, and said, "Come on, let me see what you, the reborn Great God King of the Tang Dynasty, can do!"

"act recklessly!"

Tang San smiled disdainfully, stretched out his left hand, and saw jet-black light spots condensing in the palm of his hand, instantly forming a small jet-black hammer.

"Haotian Nine Jue: Bengzi Jue!"

Tang San gave a soft drink and swung out the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, hitting Xiao He in front of him.

(End of chapter)