Soul Land (Spirit World)

Father Message - II

"Dox spirit? What'sthat?"

Xiao Wu was full of curiosity asking.

Tang San smilingly said:

"It was a kind of spirit creature that turned into a demon, who specialized in seducing men."

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, his gaze on Tang San suddenly became a bit strange, eyes were flashing, his mood suddenly became restless, he said,

"You must be dead, dare to call me fox spirit, I will definitely fight you."

While talking, he had already bared his fangs and brandished his claws and jumped off his bed, attacking Tang San.

The other working students were no longer astonished at this scene. The sound of the battle between Xiao Wu Jie and Tang San from their point of view, had long since become a habit; if one day the two of them did not fight, perhaps they would instead feel uneasy.

The next day, Tang San set off with the leaping and excited young girl by his side, dressed in Nuoding academy uniform, left Nuoding city, and headed to the Holy Spirit village.

This past year, from Tang San's point of view, he had become very rich, and also very satisfied. Breaking through the first barrier of the Unseen Heaven Ability, under his diligent cultivation, had made rapid progress. Based on his own calculations, now that he should have already reached the top second middle tier strength, on the basis of the calculation of spirit power, he must have had rank sixteen close to seventeenth rank.

In the academy, the one who could compare spirit power with him, belonged only to Xiao Wu: although he had never seen him cultivate, when the two spirit powers compared to the difference were never far away. Sometimes Tang San had the upper hand, sometimes Xiao Wu exceeded him. Although both were children, to the two who were unyielding, exchanging fists like this was hard to avoid.

When starting out, Xiao Chen-Yu and Wang Sheng, these higher grade students sometimes joined in, but along with the spirit power Tang San and Xiao Wu quickly rose, the, no one wants to bother them. One may ask: who would wish to be a samsak?

Therefore, even though Xiao Wu was nominally the boss of the Nuoding disciples, in practice, when Xiao Chen-Yu's group spoke to Tang San, he was also called the little San Ge.

When Tang San exchanged fists with Xiao Wu, he lost more than won. Xiao Wu's battle techniques appeared in an endless stream, especially his Soft Skill giving people a sort of New Year's cake-like feeling, if in a state where both parties did not use the power of the spirit ring, it was not, Tang San must have almost lost. Even if using the spirit ring, relying on the binding and crippling effects of the blue grass silver grass, all he could achieve when fighting against Xiao Wu was a draw.

As for Tang San who was secretly practicing this hidden weapon not using it when exchanging fists, first was because the killing power of the hidden weapon was too great, too easy to injure someone, and secondly, he was still hoping to temper his own close combat strength through exchanging fists with Xiao Wu. Perhaps because the two of them were acting as counter-measures that elicited an acceleration effect, but in terms of fighting, they advanced side by side. All the temperature of the academy was reluctant to take responsibility for them, and in Nuoding, even though Tang San and Xiao Wu were still only the first year, they were already renowned academy geniuses.

"Is it still far away ah?"

Xiao Wu looked to the east, then looked to the west, carelessly asking.

"We'll be here soon. See that hilltop over there? Our holy spirit village is at the foot of the hill."

When he got home, Tang San's mood was somewhat excited, if not for the Nuoding academy's rules he would have returned to stay at home at night, without the temperature patrolling daily, instead, bunking Tang San had already returned to his home to look after his father. 'Don't see each other for a year, dad, are you okay?'

Perhaps it was because of being an orphan in his previous life, in this life, Tang San valued family love more.

The small mountain village where she had lived for six years was already visible, not knowing why, in Tang San's heart a kind of indescribable feeling appeared. If insisting on using words to describe her, then she would say, the feeling of having a family is really good. Even if the family was just him and his father.

Very quickly, both of them had entered the Holy Spirit village. Tang San's house was on the edge of the village, raising his hand to show the dilapidated roof, Tang San smiled at Xiao Wu and said:

"Look, it's my house."

The house before his eyes, Tang San's mood subconsciously became excited, his steps with increasing speed, three steps and two more and he reached the door of his house.

The front door was exactly the same when he left certainly no problem, this was Tang Hao's habit all along. After all, this workshop had nothing that could be stolen.

"Dad, I'm back."

Tang San excitedly shouted.

Xiao Wu of had never seen Tang San so excited, standing behind him looking at him somewhat curiously. In her impression, Tang San was a very gentle friend, usually not talkative much, but always with a busy feeling, always having some things to do. Only in the exchange of boxing his serious side is seen. And if he lost to her, there was never any anger or uneasiness on his face.

While calling, Tang San walked in with quick steps.

Everything seemed to be unchanged, the workshop was still in a state of chaos, even more chaotic before his departure, the feeling of a place falling apart everywhere, broken and worn out, giving Tang San a feeling he was more familiar with."

"Oh, little San, you're back."

A light voice rose. Inside someone walks out.

Seeing him, Tang San was inevitably stunned, though,

"Grandfather Jack, you too, ah, then my father?"

Walking out from inside precisely was the old village of Holy spirits, Jack, on his face smiling wryly, he handed a paper in his hand to Tang San, saying:

"You see, this is your father's message. Before I came to see him, thinking of getting him and bringing him to meet you, not thinking that you've come back."

A nervous feeling arose in Tang San's heart, hurriedly taking the paper from old Jack's hands and looking down to read.

On paper there were only a few simple lines, the handwriting was a bit sloppy, but it hid a bold and boundless spirit.