"What is a vixen," Xiao Wu asked curiously.
Tang San said with a smile: "It's a kind of soul beast that becomes a spirit, specializing in seducing men." ” Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, looking at Tang San's gaze suddenly became a little weird, and in an instant, her emotions suddenly became excited, "You die, dare to say that I am a fox spirit, I want to duel with you."
As she spoke, she had already jumped up from her bed with her teeth and claws, and threw herself at Tang San.
Other work-study students have long been surprised by this scene, the fight between Sister Xiao Wu and Tang San has long been accustomed to them, if the two of them don't fight a few times one day, maybe they will be uncomfortable.
Early the next morning, when Tang San went on the road, there was a little girl jumping around him, wearing the school uniform of Notting Academy, leaving Notting City and heading towards the Holy Soul Village.
In the past year, for Tang San, he had lived an extremely fulfilling and satisfying life, breaking through the bottleneck of Xuantian Gong's first weight, and under his hard work, Xuantian Gong had made great progress.
According to his own calculations, at this time, he should have reached the strength of the upper middle of the second level, and according to the calculation of soul power, there should be about sixteen to seventeen levels.
In the academy, there is only one Xiao Wu who can compare with him in terms of soul power, although he hasn't seen Xiao Wu cultivate much, but the two are always not far apart when comparing soul power, sometimes Tang San has a slight upper hand, and sometimes he will be overtaken by Xiao Wu.
Although they are both children, neither of them is convinced, and this confrontation is inevitable.
At the beginning, Xiao Chenyu and Wang Sheng, senior students like them, occasionally joined in, but with the rapid rise of Tang San and Xiao Wu's soul power, no one came to bother them anymore, just ask, who wants to become a sandbag-like existence Therefore, although Xiao Wu is nominally the boss of all the students in Notting, in fact, when Xiao Chenyu calls Tang San, he will also call him Little Third Brother.
Tang San and Xiao Wu sparred, always suffering more than winning, Xiao Wu's attack methods are endless, especially her jujutsu, giving people a feeling like a rice cake, if both sides do not use the power of the soul ring, Tang San is almost certain to lose.
Even if you use the soul ring, with the winding and paralyzing effects of the blue silver grass, at most you will be a tie with Xiao Wu.
As for the secret weapon that Tang San secretly practiced quietly, it was not used in the competition, one was because the lethality of the secret weapon was too great and it was too easy to hurt people, and the other was that he also hoped to hone his melee ability in the competition with Xiao Wu.
Maybe it's because the two have a good promotion effect on each other's sparring, and in terms of fighting, they go hand in hand.
The teachers of the academy were already too lazy to care about them, in Notting, although Tang San and Xiao Wu were only in the first year, they had already become famous geniuses in the academy.
"How far is it?"
Xiao Wu asked casually as he looked east and west.
"It's almost there.
See that mountain over there, our Holy Soul Village is at the foot of the mountain.
"It's about to get home, Tang San's mood can't help but be a little excited, if it weren't for the Notting Academy's regulations that he must return to the academy to live at night, and there are teachers checking the room every day, maybe Tang San would have gone home to see his father a long time ago.
I haven't seen you for a year, Dad, are you okay?
Perhaps because he was an orphan in his previous life, in this life, Tang San cherished this family affection very much.
He touched the Twenty-Four Bridge on his waist on a moonlit night, where there was the casting hammer he had brought to his father, brand new clothes, and even a few nice bottles of good wine.
The small mountain village that he had lived in for six years was already in sight, and for some reason, an inexplicable emotion gradually emerged in Tang San's heart.
If I had to describe it in one sentence, he would say that it feels good to be at home.
Even if there is only himself and his father in this family.
Soon, the two of them had already walked into the Holy Soul Village, Tang San's home was at the head of the village, he raised his hand and pointed to the broken sign on the roof, Tang San smiled at Xiao Wu and said, "Look, that's my house." ” Home was already in front of him, Tang San's mood unconsciously became excited, the pace under his feet quickened, and he took three steps and two steps to the door of the house.
The door was not closed as it was when he left, this had always been Tang Hao's habit, after all, there was nothing to steal from his blacksmith shop.
"Dad, I'm back."
Tang San shouted excitedly.
Xiao Wu had never seen Tang San in such an emotion, standing behind him and looking at him with some curiosity, in her impression, Tang San was a very gentle friend, usually not much to talk to, but he always felt so busy, and there was always something to do.
Only in the discussion with him can we see his serious side.
And even if he loses to himself, he has never seen him angry or excited.
While shouting, Tang San walked quickly inside.
Nothing seemed to have changed, the blacksmith shop was still so messy, even more messy than before he left, the mess was put on the ground, the feeling of tatters brought him more affection.
"Oh, little three, it's you back."
A gentle voice rang out.
A man came out of the room.
Seeing him, Tang San couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Jack, you're here too, where is my father?"
It was Jack, the village elder of the Holy Soul Village, who came out of it, with a wry smile on his face, handed a piece of paper in his hand to Tang San, and said, "Take a look, this is left by your father."
I came to him in the morning, originally wanting him to pick you up with me, but you have already returned. ” A trace of nervousness appeared in Tang San's heart, and he hurriedly took the paper handed by Old Jack and looked down.
There are only a few simple lines on the paper, and the handwriting is a little sloppy, but it is difficult to hide the rough and arrogant atmosphere
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