Douluo protects our spirit hall

Hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, and in addition to being weird in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little warmth:
"What are you talking about? It's like I want to die. If you can live, who wants to die? I'm not a fool."

"What are you doing in a daze, quickly help me to lie down, do you want me to sit on the bed and talk to you? Hiss—"

Tang Hao's body was still too weak, and the injury was so serious that even sitting down felt the excruciating pain.

If I do this again and sit down, I'm afraid I'll faint from the pain.

"Oh, sorry, father, I forgot."

Tang San hurried forward, and helped Tang Hao to lie down as promised.

It wasn't until he lay flat on the bed, his body was completely relaxed, and he was no longer under any force, that Tang Hao felt a moment of comfort.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San, although his eyes were still a bit weird, they had become much gentler:
"Little San, more than seven years have passed, do you hate me for leaving you behind for so many years?"

Tang San pursed his lips and shook his head:
"No, I don't hate."

Tang Hao was a little surprised:

"why?"

A smile appeared on Tang San's face:
"Because I don't have the right to blame you. I am your son, and you gave me my life. Without you, how could I be Tang San?"

"Father, I don't hate you. On the contrary, I am very grateful to you. It is you who let me have a father. I feel the feeling of father's love and the warmth of family affection."

Uh, he actually regarded my harsh treatment of him as paternal love? Tang Hao took a deep look at Tang San, wanting to say something, but he was speechless for a while.

I heard Tang San continue to say:
"I am very happy to see my father again. You may not know how excited I was the moment I saw you suddenly appear in the sunset forest."

"I never thought that father, you are actually a powerful Title Douluo."

As he spoke, the light in Tang San's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the expression on his face became more and more excited.

Seeing that Tang San wanted to continue talking, Tang Hao coughed and interrupted him:

"Cough—well, that's all you need to know, there's no need to say it."

Tang San shut his mouth immediately, recovered from being immersed in Tang Hao's powerful strength, after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked:
"By the way, father, where have you been all these years? Why didn't you come back to see me? Since you left Holy Soul Village, it seems that you have never been back. I go back to the village every year, and I can't see you. .”

Facing Tang San's scorching gaze, Tang Hao's eyes flickered slightly, and instead of looking at him, he just said in a weak voice:
"I just went to settle some personal matters."

Tang San asked:

"Then your private affairs are done?"

Tang Hao wanted to shake his head subconsciously, but he stopped it quickly, and forced a smile on his sloppy old face:
"That's natural."

Tang San, who had lived to be more than 30 years old in his previous life, had such vicious eyesight, he could tell Tang Hao's insincere words at a glance, and couldn't help asking:

"Father, what is the private matter you are talking about? Can you tell me about it? Maybe I can help."

Tang Hao looked up at Tang San, knowing that the latter had already seen that he was not telling the truth, but after thinking about it, he still didn't choose to tell Tang San the truth, but said with a slightly sad tone:
"Little San, there are many things that you don't need to know now. Because you don't have the strength to know yet."

"If you want to know, then practice hard and make yourself stronger. One day, when your strength is strong enough, I will tell you everything. Cough——"

At the end, Tang Hao began to cough violently, the shaking of his body affected the hidden wounds in his body, and immediately spewed out two mouthfuls of dark red blood.

Tang San originally wanted to continue asking, but seeing Tang Hao coughing and vomiting blood, he quickly stopped his thoughts and stepped forward to input Xuantian Gong internal force for the latter to suppress the injury.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour passed that Tang Hao's breath finally relaxed.

Afterwards, Tang Hao and Tang San and his son chatted about many things.

Tang San told Tang Hao all the things he had done in these years. Of course, he didn't mention a single word about the Tang Sect's unique skills such as the Xuantian Gong mental method and hidden weapon techniques he mastered.

However, what Tang San didn't know was that Tang Hao had been following him secretly all along, and he knew his abilities clearly in his heart.

Of course Tang Hao knew Tang San was hiding something, but he didn't say much.

When Tang San asked about his situation these years, Tang Hao casually fabricated some simple experiences, and dealt with it.

However, about the fact that he and Sword Douluo appeared together in the Sunset Forest, he told Tang San in detail.

The father and son chatted happily in the room.

Finally, Tang Hao finally remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, and asked Tang San hurriedly:
"By the way, Xiaosan, where is the blue silver grass that I entrusted to you to protect?"

"Oh, here it is."

Tang San reacted quickly, ran to the window sill attached to the room, and brought back a stone flower pot, on which a half wilted blue silver grass was planted.

"Quick, give it to me."

Tang Hao ignored the injuries on his body, endured the severe pain, and struggled to get up from the bed, almost snatching the stone flower pot from Tang San's hands.

Seeing his father's gentle face, eyes full of love, stretching out his hand to gently caress the blue silver grass in the stone flower pot, Tang San frowned slightly, but still expressed the doubts in his heart:
"Father, I don't quite understand why you carry a blue silver grass with you? Is there anything special about it?"

"However, as far as I know, Blue Silver Grass is a plant that can be seen everywhere in Douluo Continent, and there is not much difference between each plant."

"The blue silver grass you gave me is also the same. Apart from some malnutrition, there seems to be nothing special about it."

However, before Tang San finished speaking, Tang Hao interrupted him abruptly:

"Shut up! Nizi, kneel down!"

"Kneel, kneel?" Tang San was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard it wrong, subconsciously asked, "Father, why?"

"If I tell you to kneel, you will kneel. There is so much nonsense."

Tang Hao panted heavily, and said sullenly.

Tang San opened his mouth, but seeing his father's flushed face, he immediately realized that he seemed to be really angry.

"Okay, okay, I kneel, I kneel, father, don't be angry, be careful of your injuries."

Because he was worried that Tang Hao's anger would attack his heart and cause the injury in his body to recur again, Tang San didn't dare to think any more about the man with gold under his knees, and immediately bent his knees and fell to his knees in front of Tang Hao with a plop.

Seeing Tang San being so obedient and kneeling down neatly, Tang Hao's anger subsided slightly, but his face was still very serious:

"Little San, do you still remember what I told you the day you awakened your martial soul?"

Tang San knelt on the ground, lowered his head and concentrated on it, and thought about it carefully. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Tang Hao:
"You said, let me use the hammer in my left hand to protect the blue silver grass in my right hand."

Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction:

"Very well, it seems you haven't forgotten."

Tang San straightened his face:
"Of course, I have always kept my father's teachings in mind."

The sullenness on Tang Hao's face finally dissipated:
"Protect and use the Blue Silver Grass Wuhun in your hands well, after all it came from your mother, understand?"

Tang San's expression froze:
"Yes, father."

From the master, he already knew that his blue silver grass martial soul was inherited from his mother's blood.

Because in the master's book "Ten Core Competitiveness of Wuhun", there are records about the origin of Wuhun.

According to the master's research, the martial soul is inherited from the blood of both parents, that is to say, the children inherit the martial soul from one parent through blood relationship, and in most cases, the parent with the stronger martial soul will be given priority .

Of course, under special circumstances, there may also be soul masters who inherit the martial souls of both parents at the same time and become twin martial souls.

Like himself, he inherited the martial souls of both parents at the same time and became the owner of twin martial souls. The hammer martial soul came from his father, so the Blue Silver Grass naturally came from his mother.

Quickly recalling the Martial Soul blood relationship theory taught by the master in his mind, Tang San looked at Tang Hao and asked in a somewhat puzzled tone:

"However, father, I don't understand something. Does it have anything to do with the blue silver grass in the flower pot in your hand?"

Tang Hao didn't answer him immediately, his eyes showed nostalgia, and it took a long time before he replied lightly:
"Because it has something to do with your mother."

"Is it about mother?"

Tang San's breathing was rapid, and he looked at Tang Hao with more fiery and eager eyes, hoping to get more news about his mother from Tang Hao.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, he had never felt a mother's love. How could he not be excited when he suddenly heard the news about his mother.

If possible, he really wanted to taste the taste of mother's love as he felt his father's love.

It's a pity that Tang Hao didn't do what he wanted, he just mentioned his mother, and stopped talking.

"It's nothing."

Facing Tang San's hopeful gaze, Tang Hao pursed his lips slightly, not wanting to talk too much about Tang San's mother, instead he said:
"In short, remember one thing, whether it is ordinary or not, as long as it is blue silver grass, you have to take care of it carefully and take it seriously. This is very important to you, and you will know it later."

This is related to whether you can inherit the mantle of the Blue Silver Emperor and gain the authority to control the Blue Silver Clan in the future.

Tang Hao added in his heart, but he didn't say this in front of Tang San.

"Yes, father, I see."

Although he didn't know what the deep meaning was, but listening to his father's words, Tang San simply agreed.

"Xiaosan, Ning, the leader of Qibao Glazed Sect, is here. He said he wants to see how uncle is injured."

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a beautiful figure dressed in pink jumped in from outside the door.

It was Xiao Wu.

"Uh——, Uncle, Xiaosan, what are you doing?"

Xiao Wu suddenly stopped in her tracks, first glanced at Tang Hao lying on the bed, then at Tang San kneeling on the ground, opened her pink and rosy mouth in surprise, dumbstruck.

"Xiao Wu."

Seeing Xiao Wu suddenly open the door and come in, Tang San was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, quickly got up from the ground, patted the dust on his knees, pretended nothing happened, but the embarrassment on his face had already betrayed him .

Fortunately, Xiao Wu's attention was not on him at this moment, but on Tang Hao on the bed.

"Eh? Uncle, you're awake."

Seeing that Tang Hao had woken up, the surprise on Xiao Wu's face instantly turned into surprise.

"Oh, it's Xiao Wu."

Tang Hao nodded towards Xiao Wu, "You just said that Ning Fengzhi from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is here?"

"Your Majesty Haotian, I came here uninvited, please don't take offense."

Just as Xiao Wu was about to nod her head, the three figures following behind had already stepped into the room one after another.

The first person with a jade-like face, a straight nose and a square mouth is none other than Ning Fengzhi, the suzerain of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and these words came from his mouth.

Behind Ning Fengzhi was an old man with tall bones and a haggard face, and a young and beautiful girl in a blue-green dress with long flaxen hair. They were Bone Douluo Gu Rong and Ning Rongrong.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo walk into the room, Tang Hao frowned slightly, while Tang San's expression quickly darkened.

It could be seen that Tang Hao, Tang San and his son didn't seem to welcome the arrival of Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo very much, even Ning Rongrong, who came with him, was a little reluctant to see them.

Sunset Forest and his party had agreed to win-win cooperation between the two parties, but Jian Douluo took Ning Rongrong to escape first, leaving Tang Hao to face Golden Crocodile Douluo alone, and finally ended up in this fate.

It is strange that Tang Hao, Tang San and his son have no resentment in their hearts.

"Sect Master Ning, why do you have time to visit me, a half-useless person? Please forgive me for not getting up to welcome me."

Tang Hao looked at Ning Fengzhi with a smile on his face, but his words were full of sarcasm. Bone Douluo behind Ning Fengzhi couldn't help frowning.

Sure enough, the last action made them dissatisfied with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but this is not important, as long as Tang Hao's injury can be cured, they can naturally regain their goodwill and build trust in their hearts.

Ning Fengzhi naturally felt the resentment and gloom on the faces of Tang Hao and Tang San, but he pretended not to see it, with a gentle smile on his lips all the time, and said in a mellow voice:
"Hearing that Haotian Mianxia was seriously injured, I wanted to see if I could be of help. It just so happens that my Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda has a soul-healing skill, which might be able to heal Mianxia's injury."

Tang Hao didn't seem to want to appreciate it, and said in a blunt tone:

"My own injury, I know it myself, so I won't bother Sect Master Ning."

"The healing soul skills of the healing soul master only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and my injury can no longer be cured by the healing soul skills alone."

"Besides, as I remember, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's strength doesn't seem to be healing, does it? How can it heal my injuries?"

Hearing that Tang Hao's refusal also implied a bit of ridicule towards the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Fengzhi frowned no matter how good-tempered he was.

But for the sake of the plan in his heart, he still tried his best to suppress the rising anger, smiled again and said:
"Your Majesty Haotian, why don't you let me see your injury first, maybe it can be cured? I'm the 'No. [-] auxiliary system soul master in the mainland' and 'the authority in the auxiliary world'. It's not for nothing." (This chapter over)