Douluo Goddess System

"How far is it?" Xiao Wu looked east and west and asked smoothly.

"We're almost there. Do you see that mountain over there? Our Holy Soul Village is at the foot of the mountain." Tang Chao said slowly.

When Tang Chao was walking slowly here, Tang San immediately ran back.

Nothing seemed to have changed. The blacksmith shop was still so messy, even messier than before he left. The messy things were scattered all over the floor. The tattered feeling brought him more kindness.

"Oh, mistress, you're back." A gentle voice sounded. A man came out of the inner room.

Seeing him, Tang San couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Jack, you are here too, where is my father?"

It was Jack, the elder of the Holy Soul Village, who walked out of it. With a wry smile on his face, he handed a piece of paper to Tang San and said, "Take a look, this is what your father left. I'll come find him in the morning." He originally wanted him to go with me to pick you up, but I didn’t expect that you were already back.”

A trace of nervousness appeared in Tang San's heart, and he quickly took the paper handed over by Old Jack and looked down.

There are only a few simple lines of words on the paper, and the handwriting is a bit sloppy, but it can't hide the rough and bold atmosphere.

"Xiao San, Tang Dynasty:

When you read this letter, I will have left. Don't look for me, you can't find me.

Although you are still young, you are capable of taking care of yourself. Only when the young eagle spreads its wings can it fly higher earlier.

Don't worry about me, you have inherited a lot of your mother's delicacy in your character. Dad is a useless person. As you get older, Dad needs to get back some things that should belong to me. One day, the three of us, father and son, will meet again.

I hope you become strong, but I don’t want you to become strong. You choose your own path.

If one day you feel that the profession of soul master is not good, then return to Holy Soul Village and become a blacksmith like me.

Do not read.

Tang Hao. "

Looking at the paper in his hand, Tang San was stunned, and the joy in his heart suddenly turned into helpless loss.

Dad is gone. Dad, why are you leaving?

Old Jack looked at Tang San's absent-minded look and smiled bitterly: "This guy Tang Hao left without any warning. The day before yesterday, I came to ask him to make farm tools. Now that he is gone, we will have to find another blacksmith in the future. . This guy is so irresponsible."

Tang San slowly came back to his senses, "Grandpa Jack, you mean, dad just left these two days."

Old Jack nodded. "She probably left in the past two days. Xiaosan, don't be sad, it's not worth it for a father like that. Just leave with grandpa and go to my house."

When Tang Chao comes over, ask Tang San: "What's wrong with Xiao San!"

And Tang San only said: "Dad is gone."

Tang Chao fell silent.

Tang San shook his head silently, carefully folded the paper in his hand and put it into his arms.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack. The house is so messy, so I won't ask you to stay. I still have to clean it up."

Old Jack was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that little Tang San would actually issue an eviction order. He sighed and said: "Okay. But if you need anything, just come to me." He shook his head helplessly and turned to face outside. Go.

Old Jack left, and only Tang Chao, Tang San and Xiao Wu were left in the blacksmith shop. In the Tang Dynasty, Tang San didn't say a word, and just started to clean up the messy room and everything in the room.

Surprisingly, Xiao Wu, who was usually lively and active, remained silent at this time. She walked to Tang Chao and quietly helped him put away each item and scooped water from the water tank outside to help him. Wiping the dust in the room.

……

Notting Elementary Soul Master Academy.

The master was reading a book in his room. The mistress went home, and his heart was empty. After getting along for a year, although he didn't say anything, his feelings for this disciple continued to deepen in his heart.

Until Tang San left this morning, he was still hesitant to go to his house and have a look. In the end, the master rejected his idea. There are many reasons, even he himself can't explain clearly.

Bang, bang, bang, at this moment, the knock on the door suddenly sounded.

The master frowned, usually no one would come to him except Tang San.

"Please come in." The master put down the book in his hand and said calmly.

The door opened, and a tall figure walked in from the outside. He was wearing a simple gray robe, with messy black hair hanging loosely on his shoulders. His old face was full of vicissitudes of life, and his pair of cloudy eyes seemed to have reached the end of his life, which was completely incompatible with his appearance, which was only about fifty years old.

"Hello, Master." The visitor's voice was low and somewhat hoarse.

I don't know why, when this person first entered the door, the master's whole body became nervous subconsciously, and even his soul power spread throughout his body unconsciously.

"You are?" He stood up slowly, with a bit of doubt in the master's eyes.

The man in gray said calmly: "Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for twenty years. It's no wonder you don't recognize me when I look like this. My name is Tang Hao."

"Tang Hao," the master's normally unwavering expression suddenly changed. His pupils focused almost instantly, staring at the person in front of him. His hands were grasped on the table, and his fingers had turned blue-white. "You , you are Hao..."

Tang Hao waved his hand to stop the master from continuing, and said coldly: "There is no need to mention the past titles. Back then, we met a few times. Others may think you are just a lunatic, but I know, You are a persistent person."

The master's mood gradually calmed down, and his stiff face was slightly disturbed. "It seems that I guessed it right. You are indeed Xiaosan's father. He has gone home, why are you here?"

Tang Hao nodded and said calmly: "It is precisely because he came home that I am here. I know that you accepted him as your disciple. As a father, I should have come to see you a long time ago. I am leaving. , the only one I care about is him, so I hope to entrust the mistress to you."

"Where are you going? He is your son." The master stared at Tang Hao with a sharp look.

Tang Hao still looked cold, "He is also your apprentice. I have to go. There are many things that must be done. If he follows me, he will not be happy. I have no other requirements, his It is up to him to choose his own life. It has been ten years since I left this world. Now that he has grown up, there are some things that I must do. "

The master took a deep breath, "I don't know what happened to you, but I can see that the mistress is very attached to you. Don't you think it would be too cruel for him to leave like this?"

Tang Hao said lightly: "He has decided to take an extraordinary path, and being with me is cruel to him. Okay, I have finished what I want to say. No matter when, please remember that he It's my son."

After saying this, Tang Hao raised his hand and waved, and a jet-black token fell on the table in front of the master with a clang. The token was exactly the same as the one the master showed when he brought Tang San into the Soul Hunting Forest. However, there are exactly six patterns on this token...

Bang, the door closed, and Tang Hao's tall figure had disappeared. Looking at the door, the master stood there for a long time without making any movement.

After a long time, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes fell on the token, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect that my idol would become like this."

……

The sun was setting in the west, and in front of the blacksmith shop, two petite figures were sitting side by side. They were wearing the same clothes, and they were sitting quietly.

The afterglow of the sun fell on them with a faint red color, as if a circle of golden red was imprinted on their bodies.

The girl on the left turned her head, looked at the boy, put her hands on her chin, and wanted to say something, but she held back in the end.