Half an hour later, the curtain of the inner door was lifted, and a sturdy figure walked out with staggering steps.

This is a middle-aged man, with a face full of vicissitudes, and looks about 5 ...... No, 60 years old, dressing up is very fashionable for the beggars.

A tattered robe was draped over his body, and there were no patches in sight, the bronzed skin underneath was shining, his face was sallow, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, his beard was unkempt, and the smell of wine made Tang San and Tang Tang couldn't help frowning.

This is Tang Hao, who once blew up the sky and almost killed the last Pope of the Wuhun Palace, but now it is gone.

Grabbing the bowl on the table, he was not afraid of being hot, and ate it in a big gulp, and his dark yellow face gradually became flushed.

"Dad, drink slowly, there's still something in the pot." Tang San gave him another bowl, and then he picked up the bowl in front of him and ate it.

Soon, a large pot of porridge was eaten by the three of them, of course, most of them were killed by Tang Hao.

"If you have a job, you take it first, I'll do it in the afternoon, and I'll go back to sleep for a while." Tang Hao drooped his eyelids and looked at Tang San with a yawn.

As for Tang Tang, this kid is not worry-free at all, he is as lazy as a pig, if Tang San is half as diligent, he will burn high incense.

Tang Hao's schedule is still very regular, at least Tang Tang thinks so.

Sleep in the morning, strike iron in the afternoon, and drink in the evening.

Ah, the good day is gone again.

"Dad, you are old, when I am older, you can teach me to strike iron, and I will raise you in the future." Looking at Tang Hao's sleep-deprived appearance, Tang San was a little unbearable, plus he needed some refined iron to build the Tang Sect's secret weapon, so he could naturally take over the iron mine.

Tang Hao was stunned when he heard this, pulled a shabby chair and sat down, and asked lazily: "Little San, tell me, what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith." ”

"The blacksmith who can create an artifact is probably the best blacksmith." Tang San replied that he had heard people from this world say that there were artifacts in this world.

"That's not right." Tang Tang retorted righteously.

"Oh!" Tang Hao and Tang San both looked at him in surprise.

"Heaven and earth are the best blacksmiths, and the artifacts born from nature are the real artifacts." Tang Tang, who has read countless novels, is naturally comfortable with this kind of talk.

Tang San rolled his eyes and continued to drink the porridge in the bowl, as for Tang Hao, he ignored him, got up and went back to sleep.

"I am most afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet, and I hate to speak suddenly and ...... cold" Tang Tang withdrew with tears in his eyes.

Afternoon

Tang Hao began to teach Tang San to strike iron, Tang Tang sat on the threshold alone in a daze, as a traverser, when will his system arrive!

Online, etc., very urgent.

Wait, wait, wait, why haven't you come yet, it's so boring!

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao! Busy? Just when Tang Tang was about to fall asleep, an old voice came from afar.

At this time, he was busy, Tang Hao was working, building farm tools, and he didn't say a word when he heard the words.

Tang Tang stretched his neck to look out, only to see that the person who came was an old man, who looked not much older than Tang Hao.

The figure is slender and long, the spirit is not bad, the clothes are neat and clean, and the hair is meticulously combed, compared with Tang Hao, it is simply two extremes.

This person Tang Tang and Tang San both knew each other, Jack, the village elder of Holy Soul Village.

"Grandpa Jack!" Tang Tang looked shy, and shouted in a clenched voice.

"It's Xiaotang, come and let grandpa take a look, it's really good, it's already grown so big." Old Jack waved his hand to Tang Tang, and Tang Tang immediately ran over, looking at Old Jack expectantly.

The village chief is a good old man, and the people in the village respect him very much, and so does Tang Tang, because every time they meet, Old Jack will give him a lot of delicious food.

Touching his head, Old Jack really took out a chicken leg from his arms and reached out to take it, Tang Tang looked satisfied.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack."

"Hello, Grandpa Jack." Tang San walked up to Old Jack and saluted him respectfully, he had always respected Old Jack.

"Little San, this is yours." Old Jack gave Tang San another chicken leg, smiled and touched his head, and then raised his feet and entered Tang's house.

"Is there something wrong, village chief?"

Unlike Tang Tang San, Tang Hao's attitude towards him is relatively cold, not much older than himself, but he insists on being a generation higher than himself, Tang Hao's unhappiness in his heart can be imagined.

Old Jack didn't care, if he didn't feel sorry for Tang Tang and Tang San, he wouldn't have bothered to deal with Tang Hao.

"Tang Hao, Xiao San and Xiao Tang are almost six years old, and they should also participate in this year's martial soul awakening ceremony."

Glancing at Tang Tang and Tang San, who were full of oil, the corners of Tang Hao's mouth twitched, didn't I let you eat enough on weekdays?

"We'll talk about it then." Seeing the virtue of the two, Tang Hao's words suddenly changed again.

"You can't do this, you're delaying the children, I told you, I'll pick them up in three days, you don't care." Old Jack is annoyed, you can be sloppy all day long, the awakening of the martial soul is a ritual that determines the fate of a person's life, you are so perfunctory!

"That's it." Tang Hao nodded, ignoring the village chief, raised the hammer in his hand, and struck the iron on the stove again.

Tang Tang, who has read the original book, naturally knows what the awakening of the martial soul is, and he is a little excited in his heart, what martial soul will he awaken?

Blue Silver Emperor or Haotian Hammer, or Martial Soul Twins?

Tang San asked with some curiosity, "Grandpa Jack, what is the Martial Soul Awakening Ritual?" ”

Old Jack's face turned straight, and he said: "Each of us has our own martial soul, and when we are six years old, we will awaken our martial souls, and with martial souls, we can cultivate soul power and become soul masters, which is the most noble profession in the whole continent." ”

Speaking of the word soul master, Old Jack's eyes obviously showed a look of envy.

Tang San was thoughtful when he heard this, his Xuantian Skill was unable to break through for a long time, was it related to the so-called soul master?

"Grandpa Jack, are you also a soul master?" Tang San asked.

Old Jack's face stiffened, and he waved his hand and said, "Do you think that if I am a soul master, I will still be used as the village chief in the village?" ”

"This is also ......," Tang San had the same expression.

"Although I am not a soul master, but Grandpa Jack, I am also a ninth-level great soul master who is infinitely close to a soul master, and in fact, they are not too much different." Old Jack's face was proud.

"Grandpa Jack is really powerful, or maybe he is the village chief." Tang Tang gave a thumbs up, and a sycophant passed, and thousands of sycophants were not worn.

Old Jack's face was full of pleasure, and his vanity was greatly satisfied, and he once again took out a chicken leg from his bosom and handed it to Tang Tang.

Sensible children should add chicken legs.