Douluo: Qianyue was reborn, I am her own brother

Hearing the voice.

The robust figure slowly turned around.

Under the moonlight.

The graying short hair and chiseled face appeared particularly dignified.

His eyes were piercing and full of energy.

The smallest figure couldn't help but tremble, hiding behind the tall and alluring one.

"Hao-di... are you alright?"

Tang Xiao gazed at Tang Hao, his lips trembling.

"Da... Big brother..."

Tang Hao hesitated for a moment, then called out in a somewhat strained, delicate voice.

"???"

Tang Xiao was stunned, glancing at Tang Yuehua, a hint of doubt in his heart.

Was it really not Yuehua calling him just now?

"Big brother, I'm sorry!"

Tang Hao's eyes were red-rimmed, his words filled with apology.

He had already seen the life the Haotian School was living, the villages at the foot of the mountain...

Men farming and women weaving.

For ordinary people, it might be a very good life.

But they were Soul Masters!

The most noble profession on this continent.

And the number one sect in the world, how could they be satisfied and endure this kind of life!

Hearing Tang Hao speak again.

Tang Xiao finally confirmed that it was his long-missed Hao-di who had called him.

He blinked his red eyes, puzzled.

"Hao-di, where have you been all these years? How did you become like this?"

"Could it be the Spirit Hall's doing?"

"..."

Tang Hao didn't answer.

Fierce light flashed in Tang Xiao's eyes.

Even though he had harbored resentment towards Tang Hao before.

At this moment.

When he saw his brother who was no longer a brother, he felt no blame in his heart.

Once upon a time.

Tang Hao was a favored son of heaven that even he envied.

The Haotian School's prodigy!

Even the great ancestor had praised Tang Hao, saying he would become his best successor.

Becoming the second peerless expert of the Haotian School!

But.

The once-favored son of heaven was now in such a miserable state.

Tang Xiao felt a sense of desolation and sorrow in his heart, as if his heart was bleeding.

Why?!

Why didn't he have the courage to question his father's decision back then?

To think he let his brother suffer to such an extent.

Father, ah father, do you see?

Your most beloved son has been reduced to the point where he has to squat to pee.

Thinking and thinking.

Tang Xiao didn't know how to comfort Tang Hao, who had lost his brother.

He could only rush forward with red eyes.

He embraced his disabled brother in his arms.

"Hao-di, you've suffered."

Tears streamed uncontrollably from Tang Hao's eyes.

"Big brother..."

Tang Hao hugged Tang Xiao tightly.

The brothers embraced again after many years, a feeling that Tang Hao's heart could no longer calm.

Brother.

Big brother's pectoral muscles are so hard!

"..."

Tang Yuehua was also in tears at this time.

Only Tang San stood alone to the side, watching his 'parents' weep.

Gradually.

Tang Xiao woke up from his complex emotions, gazing deeply at Tang Hao.

The lines on that face had become softer.

But it was still thick-browed and big-eyed, with a hint of greasiness that made people not dare to look at it for too long.

"Hao-di, do you blame father?"

"..."

Tang Hao leaned against Tang Xiao's chest, shaking his head.

Tang Yuehua recovered, looking strangely at Tang Hao's affected appearance.

Big brother has already let go.

Why is second brother still leaning in his arms?

"Hao-di, don't blame the old man."

Tang Xiao understood, just saying he didn't blame him, did that really mean he didn't?

He gently stroked Tang Hao's back.

As if he had found the feeling of when they were young, he patiently explained.

"Father also had his difficulties."

"Regarding what happened that day, grandfather wasn't around, father was afraid that the sect would be ruined in his hands, that's why..."

Tang San stood to the side, half understanding.

He only knew that the Haotian School was facing destruction because of the Spirit Hall back then.

They had no choice but to sacrifice his father!

Tang Hao shook his head.

"Big brother, why are you still talking about this?"

"It's because I'm unfilial, I failed his expectations."

Tang Yuehua wiped away her tears.

Thinking of the matter at hand, she stepped forward and gently patted Tang Hao's shoulder.

She softly reminded him:

"Second brother, big brother can't be away for too long."

Hearing Tang Yuehua's voice, Tang Hao finally let his stinky face leave Tang Xiao's chest.

"Xiao San, quickly come and meet your uncle."

Tang Hao composed himself, his sallow face showing no hint of blush, and called Tang San forward.

"Greetings, Uncle!"

Tang San stepped forward and respectfully bowed.

"Good, good!"

Tang Xiao happily grabbed Tang San's shoulders and shook him forcefully.

"The name Xiao San suits you very well... it's very appropriate!"

"Uh!"

Tang Xiao's strength made Tang San, who hadn't recovered from his serious injuries, feel a little overwhelmed.

His head shook with his body, which was a bit of a drag.

But Tang San held it in.

He knew the identity of the person in front of him, his uncle, the sect leader of the Haotian School!

As long as he could seize the opportunity.

His next cultivation would definitely save him a lot of trouble!

"Let uncle take a look at your spirit soul."

Tang Xiao's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Seeing his gray hair, one could tell that his days were not easy.

As the sect leader, he couldn't just let the sect die in humiliation, could he?

His mind was full of regaining the backbone of Haotian!

But the Spirit Hall was now becoming increasingly strong, including in the future.

The strongest in the sky, Qian Daoliu!

And also Pope Bibi Dong and Saint Qian Renjue.

Peerless talents emerged one after another.

It was no exaggeration to say that the Spirit Hall could be strong for another thousand years!

But the demise of his Haotian School should definitely not take so long, it would only take Qian Renjue to grow up.

As everyone knows.

Qian Renjue is the son of the previous Pope Qian Xunji.

And now the entire soul master world recognizes that Tang Hao is the murderer of Qian Xunji.

How could the hatred of killing one's father not be avenged?!

The Haotian School had no successors.

Tang Xiao pondered hard, but had no way to solve this hidden danger.

It seemed that he could only choose to avoid the Spirit Hall's edge.

If that was the case.

The backbone of his majestic Haotian School would never be picked up again.

"Yes, please take a look, Uncle."

Tang San didn't hesitate at all, opening his left and right hands.

In his right hand, the Blue Silver Grass with three white rings swayed in the wind.

In his left hand, the Clear Sky Hammer with purple, white, and purple rings, its dark light concealing the moon.

Seeing this, Tang Xiao's heart twitched, and he couldn't help but blame him.

"Hao-di, you're really confused!"

"Big brother, I already know I was wrong, please take Xiao San to the Haotian School treasure vault!"

Tang Hao didn't act tough, but pleaded delicately.

The Haotian School treasure vault?!

Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes were dazed, while Tang San's eyes lit up.

He knew very well.

As the number one sect in the world, the Haotian School had occupied the soul master world for many years.

The treasures within must be countless.

Perhaps.

He could also find in the Haotian School treasure vault the kind of rare treasures that seize the creation of heaven and earth!

Tang San's heart was burning.

But Tang Xiao's thick eyebrows furrowed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Tang San's potential was indeed great, but it was only a future.

Moreover, he was Tang Hao's son.

Those old fogeys in the sect guarded the Haotian School's property tightly.

They even wanted Tang Hao to return the inherited soul bone!

Although he was the sect leader.

Many of his powers had been sidelined, and he was vaguely being hollowed out by the elders.

I wish you all a happy life!