Chapter 3 I'll reward you this time, Tang Hao!

At this moment, Old Jack pushed the door open and came in.Seeing Su Yuntao in silence, Old Jack asked nervously, "Master, how about it, are there any children in our village who can become soul masters this year?"

Su Yuntao looked at him and said in a deep voice: "There are two, and both are innately full of soul power, but one of them has a blue silver grass, oh no, a blue silver dog..."

"Blue silver dog? Oh my god, what the hell is that?" Old Jack exclaimed. "Which child is it?"

Tang San came out, trying his best to suppress the twitching of his facial muscles, and said lightly: "It's me."

"Tang San, are you a dog? Oh, no, your martial spirit is a dog?" Old Jack said doubtfully.

Su Yuntao nodded: "It should be a mutated martial spirit. Although it is a bit weird, its strength is not weak, otherwise it would not have full innate spirit power."

Old Jack smiled and nodded repeatedly: "That's good, that's good."

"Old Jack, as the saying goes, good things come in pairs. Your village has produced more than one genius this time." Su Yuntao said with a smile.

"What, there is another genius? Who is it?" Old Jack was stunned for a moment.

"It's this friend Xiao Chen. He also has full innate soul power, and his martial soul is an amazing magic sword."

Su Yuntao recalled the terrifying aura of the magic knife in Xiao Chen's hand when he awakened his martial soul, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Old Jack looked at Xiao Chen in surprise, but his eyes soon turned red: "Okay, okay, good boy, your hard days are over. I said that God can't be so unfair. This time you can finally live a good life."

When Xiao Chen heard what Village Chief Old Jack said, he was deeply moved.

In the original owner's memory, he was an orphan without a father or a mother, and both his parents died in the war.

It was the village chief, old Jack, who raised him up, and Xiao Chen remembers this kindness firmly in his heart.

"How about this, let Xiao Chen enter Notting Junior College first, and all related expenses will be borne by our Notting City Wuhun Branch." Su Yuntao said with a smile.

[In order to attract Xiao Chen to join the Spirit Hall, Su Yuntao also plans to apply to the top management for a subsidy of 30 gold soul coins to give to Xiao Chen.]

Xiao Chen looked at the narration in his field of vision, and with a thought, he directly changed "ten" to "thousand".

Thirty gold soul coins are not enough for him to spend, and before he leaves, he will leave some money for Old Jack so that he can repair the village and enjoy his old age.

Three thousand gold soul coins, this amount is neither too much nor too little, it should be enough for him to complete these tasks and buy some resources for daily practice.

"And considering Xiao Chen's family situation, I will apply for a scholarship of 3,000 gold soul coins so that he doesn't have to face the pressure of life and can focus on cultivation."

Su Yuntao scratched his head, as if he felt something was wrong, but he still spoke seriously to Xiao Chen and Old Jack.

"Three thousand gold soul coins?!" Old Jack gasped, and the white beard on his chin began to tremble.

According to the current prices in Douluo Continent, five gold soul coins are enough for a standard family of three to live on for a year.

Xiao Chen is just a kid, but he was able to make His Highness the Notting City Spirit Division spend so much money on him. It can be seen that his talent is extremely high!

A cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes, which contained jealousy, anger, and unwillingness.

"What about Tang San?" Old Jack asked hurriedly. "Tang San is also a good boy. Master hopes you can give him a chance to become a spirit master."

"Tang San's talent is also quite good. You can give your village's work-study student quota this year to Tang San, and our Spirit Hall will help to solve Xiao Chen's quota. What do you think?" Su Yuntao said with a smile.

"Thank you very much, sir." Old Jack was overjoyed.

There are actually two soul masters in the village this year. It's really a blessing from our ancestors. I have to go to the ancestral temple to burn more incense.

"Nothing, those two kids, see you in Nottingham."

Su Yuntao packed up his things and left the Holy Soul Village Wuhun Branch Hall.

Old Jack let the children go home by themselves, and he went to see Deacon Su Yuntao off.

Xiao Chen looked at Tang San, whose back looked somewhat desolate, and gave a wicked smile.

The system has gained a lot of experience points this time, and with more experience points it can be upgraded to LV2.

Especially the modification of Tang San's martial soul, which directly caused his experience bar to soar.

It seems that as long as he follows the future pure and innocent God King Tang, he will definitely be able to gain a steady stream of experience points.

This is also the reason why he did not modify Tang San's innate full soul power, nor did he touch his Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit.

Only by following the plot of the original work can he get more opportunities to gain experience points.

But before that, I just hope that Tang San won't be played badly by him.

With a flash of his eyes, in Xiao Chen's field of vision, the narration with golden text appeared next to Tang San again.

[Lost Tang San was walking on the way home. In his home, Tang Hao was working on the loom. ]

A loom, also called a spinning machine, is made up of wooden parts and iron connectors.

As the only blacksmith in the village, Tang Hao needed to completely assemble the loom after casting these connecting parts.

Xiao Chen's eyes rolled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he modified another word. From "loom" to "kun- kun".

"Since there is still one word left to be changed today, I will reward you once."

Walking back to the blacksmith shop with heavy steps, Tang San did not see his father Tang Hao.

In the inner room, a heavy breathing sound was faintly heard.

"Dad?" Tang San asked doubtfully. "Are you home?"

As Tang San said this, a loud noise like a drawer closing suddenly came from the inner room.

"Xiao Xiao San, you're back."

Tang Hao walked out of the room quickly, looking a little flustered.

Tang San's Purple Demon Pupil flickered slightly, and he found that there seemed to be a few pieces of paper stuck on Tang Hao's right palm

. "Um, Dad, go back to your room and sleep for a while. I'll go prepare lunch."

Although he had a vague guess of what had happened, knowing that Tang Hao had remained a chaste person for so many years, Tang San could understand it.

Who doesn't feel lonely sometimes?

There was also some embarrassment on Tang Hao's face. He was swinging the forging hammer and working hard just now.

However, suddenly, for some reason, he looked at his right hand and found that it had become handsome.

Then, he was in a state of excitement and it was out of control.

"Fortunately, the children didn't see it." Tang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is the awakening of the martial soul finished?" Tang Hao asked. "Release your martial soul and show it to me."

Tang San did not speak, but slowly raised his left hand.

A faint black light gushed out from his palm, and the light condensed in an instant, and a strange object appeared in his palm.

It was a completely black hammer with a handle about half a foot long and a cylindrical hammer head. It looked like a smaller version of a casting hammer.

But there was a special light on the black surface of the hammer, and a faint pattern was coiled around the cylindrical hammer head.

For some reason, when this hammer appeared in Tang San's hand, the air in the entire room seemed a little depressing.

Tang San seemed unable to bear the weight of the small hammer. He could only hold it, and his arm slowly drooped. His face had turned pale.

As soon as this small black hammer appeared, it absorbed almost all of Tang San's internal strength, and he could only barely control himself to hold the hammer handle tightly.

Although this hammer looks small, it is actually much heavier than a casting hammer.

"This, this is…"

Tang Hao came to Tang San almost in a flash, grabbed his hand holding the hammer, and brought it in front of himself.

Tang Hao's hands were very strong. At least now Tang San no longer felt the heavy load of the hammer on his arm.

However,he seemed to feel something 'sticky' on Tang Hao's palm, which he smeared on his own hand.