Douluo's Black Tower

Chapter 4 4. Not from the same world

Tang San asked finally after talking about the strange things that happened to Zhou Ting when he awakened his martial spirit.

"Dad, can awakening the martial spirit really cure dementia?"

Tang Hao frowned. After a long time, he still couldn't remember any relevant information.

"I have never heard of such a statement, and there is no such record in my family!"

"However, the world is so big that it is full of wonders. It is possible to awaken the martial soul and cure the disease of stupidity. However, that child only has innate first-level soul power. In the future, he will become a ten-level soul master. You don't have to worry about it. .”

"Oh."

Tang San nodded in relief, successfully convinced, and completely forgot about Zhou Ting's changes.

He felt that his father was right. He and Zhou Ting were destined to be in two different worlds, and there was really no need to waste energy on each other.

The most important thing for him now is to make the hidden weapons from the Tang Sect in his previous life to protect himself.

At the same time, the old village chief, who took a leisurely stroll around the village, also returned home and immediately saw his little grandson sitting in the yard in a daze.

"Ting'er."

Zhou Ting suddenly woke up with a pure smile on his face.

"grandfather."

"it is good!"

Sure enough, he has recovered!

The old village chief was filled with joy. His grandson finally became a normal person. Not only did it relieve the whole family's worries, but he also got a huge surprise. His grandson actually had the qualifications of a soul master. This really made him happy. .

You know, since that Soul Saint, there has never been a soul master in Holy Soul Village. Now, there are two at once, and one of them is his grandson.

It's so proud. His waist straightened up even more unconsciously!

"Ting'er, you said you have known what happened around you these years."

"yes…"

...

An hour later, Zhou Ting collapsed on the bed weakly and said with a wry smile.

"Sure enough, people become mature with age...that's really hard to fool!"

"Fortunately, everything I said is true!"

"As for those things that cannot be said, always respond with "I don't know!"

After dispelling the old man's suspicion, Zhou Ting finally calmed down again in the following days.

Although Holy Soul Village is not wealthy, six-year-old children still don't have to work and can play freely.

Not to mention, Zhou Ting still has the talent of a soul master, so there is no need for him to reach out.

However, Zhou Ting was an adult in his previous life, so naturally he couldn't play with children.

Therefore, in addition to eating and sleeping every day, he closes his eyes and meditates.

Of course, in the eyes of others, he was just in a daze.

For this reason, the family was worried that he would become stupid again. It wasn't until Zhou Ting had a chat with the old man and explained that this was a spiritual master's training method that the family felt relieved.

In this way, two months passed peacefully.

As for Tang San, Zhou Ting knew without even looking that he was learning the random cloak hammering technique from his father!

It's not because Zhou Ting understands the plot of the novel, but...

The sound of "dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang" is heard every day.

Although Zhou Ting was a little curious about the cloak hammering technique, he knew that it was not advisable to steal the master's skills.

After all, no matter how decadent Tang Hao is, he is currently the youngest titled Douluo in the Douluo Continent. Zhou Ting, a first-rate shrimp...can't afford to offend him!

"Today is the day for school!"

A smile appeared on Zhou Ting's lips, he sat up and got dressed unhurriedly.

"Ting'er, get up quickly, we are going to Notting City!"

"coming."

Zhou Ting agreed and then opened the door slowly, his genius brightening slightly.

<divclass="contentadv">The speaker just now was Father Zhou, named Zhou You. He was an ordinary farmer with a martial spirit like a sickle.

Probably...most men are not good at expressing their emotions, he just gave the instructions dryly.

"Ting'er, when you go out, be careful and take care of yourself!"

"I know."

Zhou Ting nodded solemnly and thought: Of course, I don't want to die young again. Go to bed early and get up early, this is my motto from now on!

Unlike the somewhat dull Zhou You, Zhou's mother was much more emotional. She hugged Zhou Ting directly, her eyes moist.

The son she had spent day and night with and cared for for six years was about to leave her. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, crying.

"Ting'er, when you go to school, you must have a good relationship with your classmates, don't fight, and sleep at night..."

Seeing Zhou's mother going on and on, the old village chief Jack suddenly became anxious. The appointed time was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't be late.

However, as a father-in-law, for the sake of family harmony, it was difficult for him to talk to his daughter-in-law.

However, the daughter-in-law can’t say it, but the son can!

He glared, not angry but proud!

Zhou You suddenly felt panicked, especially when he saw the crutch in his old father's hand.

He knew very well that hitting someone with it... would really hurt.

Don't ask him how he knows, just...guess.

With a shiver in his heart, he quickly stepped forward, hugged his wife and comforted her.

"It's okay. Ting'er will come back during the vacation. Besides, it's only been six years..."

As soon as she heard this, Zhou's mother immediately became unwilling and stared at him like a little tiger.

"Okay, Zhou You, how dare you curse my son!"

Father Zhou was confused and retorted instinctively.

"I don't!"

Next, he tried to make his wife believe in him more and continued to explain.

"I absolutely didn't. Ting'er is also my son. How could I..."

Zhou's mother didn't want to hear such an explanation, so she grabbed her husband's ears and yelled angrily.

"Ah, you still dare to quibble. Don't think that I can't understand the meaning of your words. Doesn't it mean that my son can only go to the Junior Soul Master Academy?"

"what!"

Is that what you mean?

Weren't you comforting her just now?

Zhou You was completely dumbfounded, and at the same time he realized that he had indeed said the wrong thing.

At this time, even the old village chief who was about to break up the fight was unwilling. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his "good" son with a "goodwill" look on his face.

Just when Zhou You wanted to ask for help with his eyes, he saw his old father's "kind" eyes and the crutch that was about to move.

Suddenly, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were trembling, and he quickly admitted his mistake.

"Honey... I was wrong, I was really wrong, I just said the wrong thing. Don't worry, our son will definitely be able to enter the intermediate level... no, the advanced soul master academy, and he will definitely be able to enter the Spirit Hall in the future!"

Only then did Zhou's mother feel satisfied, and her hands relaxed slightly.

The old village chief had no idea of ​​pursuing the matter further. As for his son's look for help, he pretended not to see it.

He took his grandson's hand and strode outside without looking back.

"Ting'er, let's go..."

"Ah...Dad, Ting'er!"

The grandfather and grandson had a tacit understanding, pretending not to hear the cries for help behind them, even the smiles at the corners of their mouths were exactly the same.

Really...godly synchronized.