Soul Land's

Chapter 13.1: Father's Message (1)

Is his robe really messy? Tang San's eyes appeared in front of his father's decadent figure. Didn't he say that his father was a great blacksmith?

"Three uncles, I don't know if this is a messy robe. This is what my father taught me."

Shi Sanchang's export gas, a heartfelt laugh said: "It seems that I am currently picking up a treasure. Work conditions have just ended. For now, you must first pay the same amount of money as everyone else. If you have a good business, plus commissions. "

In this way, Tang San officially became a member of the Shisan blacksmith shop and began to lead a fulfilling life.

College classes were not important to him. Master teaching is much more useful than the basic theory that college teachers say.

He also carefully read the book given by his master. As he expected, the master's spiritual cultivation method was very similar to the internal power cultivation run route. Of course, this was only the theoretical design of the master, and there was still a certain distance compared to the real internal cultivation method, not to mention Tangmen's mysterious work.

The little dance managed to earn a soul teacher's degree, and after becoming the younger sister of that college, the working student's life became easy and free.

Every morning, Tang San would continue to practice his purple conch as usual in Chaoyang, and attend classes in the morning, working at the blacksmith shop in the afternoon, and attend classes in the afternoon, and listen to the master's teachings at night. In the evening, I practice Xuan Tiangong. It could be said that every day was truly satisfying for him.

In Shishi's blacksmith shop, Tang San only had a short time to get everyone's approval. Shi San gave him the task of fixing the metal. In his spare time, Tang San used some discarded memos to filter himself. His hidden weapons manufacturing industry. Of course, he had only made a few parts in the blacksmith shop, and the actual assembly would return to campus.

With the help of his own tyrannical strength and the help of Xiao Chenyu, Xiao Dance immediately became a known boss by all the students of Nodding Primary Soul College. She had to spend more leisurely than Tang San, sometimes even I didn't even go to class. Tang San did not even see how he practiced. But the power of that little dance keeps on increasing.

Notting Junior School of Souls, one semester is one year. During the entire process, students are not allowed to go home, but their loved ones can visit. Tang San looked forward to his father's arrival more than once, but he didn't see any trace of Tang Yan until the end of the semester. Fortunately, his life was full and there wasn't much time to miss.

As for Wu Hun Temple, shortly after the evaluation of the soul teacher in Tang San, the people of Wu Hun Temple came to Notting College to look for its master. The master did not tell Tang San what they were talking about, and Tang San did not ask. But from the smile on the master's face more than usual, Tang San guessed that the relationship between Wu Hun Temple and its master should be much better.

“Tiny dance, tomorrow is a holiday, do you want to go home?” Tang San said as he packed his own clothes and said to the little dance.

A year of school has passed, and she can finally go home to see her father. He had already been on vacation to Shi San at the blacksmith's shop this afternoon. I also bought a new casting hammer and prepared to take it back to my father.

The little dance was leaning against the bed, and her eyes showed a hint of sadness. It was very different from the usual cheerful and cheerful ones. "I don't go home, maybe, stay in college."

Tang San was stunned. "It's been a year, haven't you come home and looked?"

The little dance eyes suddenly brightened and said: "Three small, is your home not far from campus? Otherwise, I'll go back to playing with you, how? After all, Wang Sheng and Xiao Chenyu went to the Intermediate Soul Academy. The test runs, no one plays with me. "

Tang San smiled, after a year of hanging out, he was quite familiar with the little dance. This little girl is alive and active, always looking scared that the world is not chaotic. When it was gentle, how could it look like a cute Doll, so astonished, her Nodding dance little sister title was not white. Across the campus, I don't know how many students are suffering from it.

"My family is very poor, no one can treat you."

The small dance with hands on hips, big eyes stared intently at Tang Sandao: "Your monthly subsidy is very provincial, unwilling to spend, still afraid to comfort me?"

Tang Sanshou reached out his right hand with a smile, "Talking about subsidies, I suddenly remembered that someone seemed to owe me six silver coins."

The little dance was stunned, and the pink face showed for a few minutes. The subsidy for one gold coin per month is definitely not too small. However, he spent a lot of money and bought it. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, now he already had his own beggar. He didn't need to share with Tang San. He will never manage his money. It was a habit to borrow from Tang San once he had no money to spend.

"Isn't that six silver coins? I'll pay you when I send the subsidy. You haven't said, will you go with you?"

Tang San smiled and said, "If you want to leave, go. But my father's temperament is not good."

The little dance doesn't care: "They're so cute, your dad will love me." As she spoke, she also looked at her clothes gently and blinked at Tang San.

Others may be fooled by their appearance. Tang San saw that his volcanic eruption was too much, but he shook his head helplessly and did not eat it at all. "Beauty plans don't have to be used for me. Fortunately, you're only seven years old now. If you're bigger, maybe it's a little flair for foxes."

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