Soul Land's

Chapter 4: Part 3

Just one meter away, the leaves only flew to a distance of one meter, then were already unable to maintain their rotational state when they stopped becoming hard. As he left Tang San's finger, the effect of the inner strength of the Mysterious Heaven skill disappeared naturally.

“The effect is still too weak. ”

He could not help but shake his head. Tang San stood up, it was time to return. Today was his departure from the village; he did not know when he could come to the top of this hill again.

Standing with his toe tips, the strength his lower legs exuded, Tang San gave free control to the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, facing down the mountain and leaving.

The aroma of porridge is very familiar. Before leaving the village, this was the last time he cooked for his father, so Tang San was certainly not lazy. Checking the firewood under the stove, adding water to the porridge, so that when his father later woke up he could drink hot porridge.

Old Jack has arrived. Perhaps because he wanted to go to the city of Nuoding, today the clothes that old Jack wore were especially new, making him seem healthier and healthier.

"Little San, let's go. Your father's empty bums can't get out of bed. ”

Old Jack called Tang San.

Tang San made a silencing gesture towards Jack,

"Grandfather, please shut up. I don't like to have his sleep disturbed the most. ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of burning charcoal from the stove, and on the ground wrote a few lines. He once again turned to his father's room, reluctant to part, and only then did he get up with a bundle of cloth on his back and quietly leave with Jack.

Regarding the written language of this world, Tang San did not understand much. When the village school taught the character of the children, he occasionally went to meet. After all he had the basis of his previous life, so he also understood a bit of the basic text.

The door curtain lifted, and a huge shadow came out of the room. In Tang Hao's eyes there was no trace of sleep. When he walked to the doorway, he could still vaguely see the frail bodies of old Jack and Tang San.

Tang Hao stood there and did not move, even when Tang San's back and Jack's old village were already completely gone, he was still standing there blankly for a long time.

As if recalling something, Tang Hao suddenly returned to being a workshop, looking at the piece of land that Tang San had set aside for his writing.

Some very simple words, though,

"Dad, Grandpa Jack and I left. You yourself must take good care of your body, drink less. Porridge in a pot, do not forget to eat. ”

Looking at the direction that changed from the writing on the ground to the cooking pot from the iron to the side, Tang Hao walked quickly and swept open the lid of the pot with a single handle. With both hands he immediately raised the iron pot.

Thanks to Tang San who had just added water, the porridge in the pot was still not boiled anymore, but Tang Hao regardless held the iron pot and poured it into his mouth, gulping down spit. In his eyes was a thin layer of fog; he did not realize how quickly time had passed.

Walking along the street, Tang San was quietly followed by the old Jack's side, often turning his head back to look towards the village.

"Little San, do you hate parting with the village or still hate parting with that drunk old man of yours?"

"A little of both . ”

Tang San replied in a low voice.

Jack smiled slightly, and said:

“Compared to these many fine grandchildren, you, my son are much smarter. It would be great if you were my granddaughter. That drunk Tang Hao was really lucky. Don't think too much; outside, heaven and earth are vast. In the academy you can get to know many friends. You can learn a lot of things. Once you become a spirit teacher, the State will give you a monthly salary, and at that time your family will also be able to live well. ”

After all, Tang San was someone who obtained a second life, listening to Jack's words, his mood had already gradually recovered, and in his heart was an unbearable thirst for the outside world. He asked:

"Grandfather Jack, can you tell me about the academy? What place is that really? ”

Jack smiled slightly, and said:

“Academy is certainly a place to study. Although I never left, but for the most part I still understand. Our village has a quota to send one working student each year, but we have not sent working students for years to study. Working students still have a lot of favorable terms, tuition and accommodation waivers; simply paying for the food yourself is enough. On campus you can do simple work in exchange for edibles. For example, sweeping the classroom and so on. Speaking as a whole, to a student who works part-time and studies at the academy, is not much different from being free of cost. Regarding funding to study in the academy, it was not something that the poor could bear.

Tang San said:

“Dad told me, after I finally arrived at the academy to look for a blacksmith to work for. ”

"You? Doing manual work in the workshop? What joke is that? I see Tang Hao is completely insane. ”

Old Jack said furiously,

“How old are you? You still don't have the height of the forging hammer. What kind of workshop can accept you, this kind of disciple? Not to mention, blacksmiths were originally not really accepted as valued jobs, manual jobs also did not have much income. As long as you study properly in the academy, that is enough. ”

“Only, come to think of it, if you can have some achievements to talk about in the academy, that drunkard father of yours should give you some of his little savings. But after that the middle spirit master academy did not have a quota of working students that did require a lot of money to be able to study. The reward of a spirit teacher alone was far from enough. ”

Since Tang San had innate full spirit power, old Jack had already seen him as a spirit teacher without hesitation.

Tang San looked at Jack, unsure, and said:

“There is still an intermediate spirit master academy? And what was the difference compared to a basic spirit master academy? Both are academies, they both have to teach spirit teacher knowledge, right.

Old Jack patiently explained:

“Of course there is not only one type. The basic spirit master academy teaches some basic things, and you can also learn some educational courses. They only accept children who have just raised their spirits as students and the length of school is six years, so by the time they are twelve years old, if they have no prospect of speaking, they will have no chance to talk, they were also ordinary spirit teachers. But if their latent talents were good enough, the majority of people could choose to take advanced studies in the intermediate spirit master academy, continuing to study until they were eighteen. The middle spirit master academy taught some advanced things, but the difficulty of study increased tremendously. If they were unable to reach the academy's requirements, they would not have successfully graduated. This was different compared to a basic spirit master academy. ”

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