After returning home.

Before Zhao Qian could find something to eat, the village elder Jack called him over.

"Xiao Qian, come here, grandpa has something to tell you."

Seeing this, Zhao Qian had no choice but to nod and walk in front of Old Jack, and asked curiously:

"Grandpa Jack, what are you going to tell me?"

"It's about soul masters," Old Jack smiled kindly, touched Zhao Gan's head and said, "Tell grandpa, do you want to become a real soul master?" ”

"Yes!"

Zhao Qian behaved very well-behaved in front of Old Jack, and he loved him from the bottom of his heart for this old man who adopted him.

Seeing that Zhao Qian's immature little face was full of love and expectation for the soul master, Old Jack couldn't help but nod with satisfaction and praised:

"Good, good! It's really grandpa's favorite little dry, and he really has ambition! ”

"Maybe in the future, you will become the second soul saint ever produced in our Holy Soul Village!"

Zhao Qian listened, but couldn't help but grin and grab Old Jack's hand and said:

"Grandpa Jack, don't worry, I will definitely become a soul saint in the future!"

"And it's not just the Soul Saint, Xiao Qian will become a Soul Douluo in the future, and become a Title Douluo!"

"I want everyone in the world to know about our Holy Soul Village! I know I have a good grandfather! ”

"You kid ......" Old Jack was amused by Zhao Gan's words, and looked at him dotingly and said.

Then Old Jack came to a chair on crutches, pulled Zhao Qian to sit down together, looked at him seriously and said:

"That little Qian, tell grandpa, do you want to go to the soul master school to study?"

"Because our Holy Soul Village has had a soul saint before, there is a work-study student quota for the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy every year."

"If you want to go, Grandpa will call the shots and give you this place."

When Zhao Qian heard this, he couldn't help but ask:

"Grandpa Jack, you gave me the work-study student quota, what about the junior?"

"He can also become a soul master."

Old Jack listened, smiled lovingly and rubbed Zhao Gan's head, and said:

"I have learned about Xiao San, although he is a rare innate soul power, the martial soul is a standard waste martial soul: Blue Silver Grass."

"Only you, Xiao Qian, are the only child in our Holy Soul Village who is worthy of the quota of work-study students."

But when Zhao Qian heard this, he was a little anxious, he didn't want this work-study student quota.

In this world, his biggest reliance, in addition to Nuwa's mending heavenly stone, is that he knows the future development trend of the world.

If Tang San couldn't go to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, then the future would definitely be a mess.

Zhao Qian will lose the advantage of insight into the future!

Although he was anxious, Zhao Gan's face did not change, but he said with a somewhat unconvinced face:

"What's wrong with the Blue Silver Grass, I just think Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is very good-looking, and he is still full of innate soul power!"

"My soul power is only level seven, and my martial soul is still a farm tool hoe, and I am not as powerful as a junior at all!"

When Old Jack heard this, he looked at Zhao Qian helplessly and said:

"Silly boy, grandpa knows that you are innocent and kind, but the number of work-study students is not trivial, grandpa wants you to study at the Soul Master Academy."

"And, you tell Grandpa, what is the hoe for?"

"Weeding." Zhao Qian replied subconsciously.

"That's right, Xiao Qian, your martial soul is a hoe, and Xiao San's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

"Your martial soul is born to restrain the blue silver grass of the junior, so Xiao Qian, don't let grandpa worry about it, you can go this year!"

"And grandpa can promise you that next year, the number of work-study students in the village will definitely be given to the junior, so it's okay, right?"

Old Jack looked at Zhao Qian expectantly and said.

But Zhao Qian was stunned to find that he seemed to have been tricked by Old Jack!

The hoe weeds is also thanks to Old Jack to figure it out!

"Grandpa Jack, can you let me think about it again?"

Zhao Qian showed a hesitant look and said so.

"Of course you can," Old Jack touched Zhao Gan's head lovingly and said, "There are still three months left before the registration of the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, you can think about it slowly." ”

Zhao Qian nodded, and then rummaged around the house to find something to eat.

After finding something to eat, Zhao Gan bit and ran outside, and said loudly and indistinctly:

"Grandpa, I'm going to play outside!"

"Run slower and be careful not to fall."

Old Jack's voice came from behind him with concern.

Zhao Qian agreed, and ran farther and farther, and his thin body soon walked through the streets and alleys to the door of Tang San's house.

Tang San's house was far away from the other households, standing there alone, with green smoke still billowing out of the chimney.

Quickly chewing and swallowing the cake in his mouth into his stomach, Zhao Qian began to knock on the door breathlessly:

"Little San, are you at home?"

"I'm Zhao Gan, I'm here to find you for something."

And Tang San, who was watching Tang Hao use the chaotic cloak hammer method to strike iron in the room, immediately lit up when he heard the familiar voice outside the door.

He didn't expect Zhao Qian to come to his house to find him.

And Tang Hao, who was using the Cloak Hammer Method to demonstrate Tang San and was ready to teach his son, couldn't help frowning when he heard it.

Tang San and Tang Hao have been observing words and expressions for all these years, and immediately saw Tang Hao's dissatisfaction, and hurriedly explained:

"Dad, the one outside the door is my friend, I apologize to you for him, he didn't mean to interrupt you."

"Friends?" When Tang Hao heard that his son actually had friends, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

But this look was fleeting, and Tang Hao quickly picked up the hammer again with a cold face, and began to build farm tools, while saying:

"Go open the door and leave me alone."

Tang San nodded cautiously, and then walked to the door and opened the door for Zhao Gan.

As soon as he entered the door, before Tang San apologized to Zhao Gan that he had opened the door so late, Zhao Qian had already said curiously:

"San'er, what are you doing at home, why did you open the door so late?"

Zhao Qian said as he looked around curiously at Tang San's house.

In fact, Zhao Gan's heart was already extremely nervous, and his acting skills were soared to the full level.

Especially when he saw Tang Hao standing in front of the casting table, Zhao Gan's heart twitched even more.

Because this man is currently the youngest Titled Douluo above level ninety on the Douluo Continent!

Haotian Douluo!

But this strength was obtained by Tang Hao's wife by sacrificing herself.

This is also why Tang Hao looks decadent, he doesn't even care about his son, and he drinks heavily all day long to remember his deceased wife.

"I'm sorry Zhao Qian, I'm learning casting skills from my father, so I'm late to open."

The little Zhengtai Tang San, who had closed the door, came to Zhao Gan and said very apologetically.

"It's okay," Zhao Qian said with a smile, and then looked at Tang Hao, who was striking iron, with a curious look, "San'er, is the casting technique you are talking about striking iron?" ”

"Hmm." Tang San nodded.

"But you're only six years old, can you handle such a heavy hammer?"

Zhao Qian looked at Xiao Zhengtai with some concern and said to Tang San.

"Don't worry, I'm full of soul power, and I won't be tired of myself."

"And I think striking iron can also exercise my body."

Xiao Zhengtai Tang San felt the care from Zhao Gan, and his big black and shiny eyes narrowed happily into a crescent moon.

But at this moment, Zhao Qian suddenly said to Tang San:

"Why don't you learn to strike iron?"

With a loud bang, Tang Hao slammed his hammer on the casting table, and then glanced at Zhao Qian slightly.