Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up violently, turned around and walked inside, the sudden movement almost made him Tang San fall, and the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit in his hand also disappeared.

"Daddy!"

Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently, "Don't make noise with me." As he spoke, he lifted the curtain and entered the inner room.

"However, I still have a martial spirit." Tang San still said that after the awakening of the martial spirit, he was different from others. This was a question he didn't ask Su Yuntao and Jack, after all, those were just outsiders.

[General Outline of the Xuantian Treasure Record of the Tang Gate, Article 1: Never let anyone who can't be fully trusted know how much your true strength is. 】

Xuantian Baolu Tang San had already been familiar with it by heart, and he absolutely insisted on implementing the general outline.

I'm about to memorize the general outline of the Tang Sect Xuantian Treasure Record, how could Tang San not be able to memorize it?

The door curtain was opened by Tang Hao violently, and Tang Hao appeared in the room again, at this time, his face was already full of shock, and it could be seen that his eyes were red, and he seemed to be in tears just now.

Tang San didn't speak, but slowly raised his left hand as he had raised his right hand before, this time, it was no longer blue light, a faint black light gushed out from his palm, the brilliance instantly condensed, and a strange thing appeared in his palm.

It was a black hammer, the handle of the hammer was about half a foot long, the hammer head was a cylinder, it looked like a miniature version of the cast hammer, but on the black surface of the hammer, there was a special light, and the cylindrical hammer head was coiled with a faint pattern.

I don't know why, when this hammer appeared in Tang San's hand, the air in the entire room seemed a little oppressive, and Tang San didn't seem to be able to bear the weight of that small hammer, so he could only hold him, his arm slowly drooping. His face had turned a little pale.

I know that it is Haotian Hammer, Tang Hao's martial spirit.

"Dad...... Dad, I have ...... too."

My voice was timid and very small, but Tang Hao and Tang San could still hear it clearly.

I subconsciously raised my right hand, and black light erupted from my palm, and the hammer appeared in my hand.

"This, this is ......" Tang Hao came to Tang San almost in an arrow step, grabbed Tang San's hand holding the hammer and brought it to him.

Looking at the small black hammer, the excited light that had disappeared before appeared in Tang Hao's eyes again, "Twin Martial Souls." It turned out to be a twin martial spirit. Son, my son. ”

em...... Did Tang Hao forget that he also has a daughter who is 6 months younger than his son and is also a twin martial spirit.

Suddenly, Tang Hao opened his powerful arms and hugged Tang San tightly into his arms.

"Daddy." Tang San was a little stunned, in his memory, this seemed to be the first time Tang Hao had hugged him like this.

"Dad, I can't hold on." Tang San still couldn't help but say.

Tang Hao let go of his arms, "Take it back." ”

The black light dissipated, and the weight was gone. Tang San should have felt very strange in his heart, it was obviously a hammer formed by mixing a special force in his Xuantian Gong, but why couldn't he hold it?

Tang San had never seen his father's face so wonderful, all kinds of complicated emotions kept appearing on Tang Hao's face, and after a long time, he slowly said a word, "Remember, in your future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand." Forever. ”

Tang San nodded inexplicably. Tang Hao stood up and went back to the room without looking back.

After Tang San and Tang Hao's contact, my heart seemed to be cramping, but I was originally a traverser? How can you have feelings for the world? In my memory, I have never been valued by Tang Hao, Tang San has always cared for me and taken care of me, only with Tang San, can I feel a trace of warmth. But I'm a time-traveler, I shouldn't have feelings for this world, I'm just here to protect the people I want to protect. Perhaps this is the price of the traverser......

While making lunch, Tang San thought about the martial soul world he came into contact with today, the twin martial souls, it seemed that there should be very few in this world, otherwise, his father would not be so surprised. It seems that his hammer martial soul seems to have touched him a lot.

Suddenly, Tang San seemed to notice me beside me who was in a daze.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? What are you doing? Aren't you happy? ”

"I ...... I'm fine. ”

Tang San was really good at paying attention to my facial expressions, although he could see at a glance that something was definitely wrong with me, but he didn't ask any questions, just replied to me:

"Remember to tell my brother if you have something."

For him, what is more important is the relationship between the martial soul and Xuantian Gong, if that soul ring is the key to his Xuantian Gong's inability to break through, then, no matter what, he must find a way to get a soul ring to test.

At lunchtime, Tang Hao seemed very silent, even the amount of food seemed to be much less than before, and his eyes fell on me and Tang San from time to time, as if he was hesitating about something.

After lunch, Tang San habitually prepared to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and I was just about to help, but was stopped by Tang Hao.

"I'll clean it up later. Little San, Yan'er, let me ask you, do you want to become a soul master? ”

Tang San was stunned for a moment, looked at Tang Hao, he was unwilling to deceive his father, and after hesitating for a moment, he still nodded.

I saw Tang San nodding and nodded.

Tang Hao sighed, his face looked a little older, "You still have to choose to go this way after all." He just said it again, and went back to his room.

Tang San found that when Tang Hao sighed, there was disappointment in his mood, but more of a relieved expression. He understood that there seemed to be a lot hidden in his father's heart.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Tang San returned to his room to continue his casting, and the clanging sound of the casting hammer colliding with the iron block sounded rhythmically. Although he didn't know when he would be able to build this piece of pig iron to the size of Tang Hao's fist, this casting method had a lot of benefits for improving his use of Xuantian Gong, and the effect on physical exercise was also good. Tang San had already begun to try to swing the hammer with as little Xuantian Gong internal force as possible, so that he could sustain it for a longer time with each successive swing.

I watched from the sidelines, knowing full well that I might not even be able to hold the casting hammer.

When the afternoon beating was carried out more than three hundred times, and it felt that the piece of pig iron had been removed from some impurities, the door curtain was lifted, and Tang Hao walked in. He didn't seem to have built a farm tool this afternoon, at least Tang San didn't hear the familiar sound of beating.