Douluo's Black Tower

Chapter 5 5. Who can walk when you can ride in a bullock cart?

On the bullock cart at the entrance of the village, Zhou Ting sat obediently among the vegetables, like a shy child, taciturn.

Originally, Old Jack was planning to walk to Notting City.

But there is an ox cart in the village that often goes to Notting City to sell vegetables and grains. Who would walk when you can ride in an ox cart?

After all, he is not Tang San, a rough-skinned little blacksmith. Walking so much is very unfriendly to a six-year-old child.

Therefore, he had already whispered it in Old Jack's ear and facilitated today's trip.

On the ox cart, Old Jack said calmly to the middle-aged man driving the cart.

"Let's go!"

The majesty of the village chief may not be able to control the villagers' mouths behind their backs, but face to face, it is still very useful.

Old Li Tou, who was driving the car, didn't dare to say anything at all. He sat upright and shouted.

"Dele, drive..."

"Ting'er, mistress, you must remember..."

On the oxcart, Old Jack took the trouble to impart his experience, and the two little ones sat quietly.

Tang San didn't know what was going on, but Zhou Ting, it was the left ear and the right ear was out, so he didn't take it to heart at all.

After all, Old Jack himself has stayed in Holy Soul Village for most of his life, and his experience... may not necessarily be useful.

Zhou Ting leaned on the wooden board, looking at the trees behind him without any trace, thinking about it in his heart.

"I remember that when Tang San went to school, Tang Hao followed behind to protect him. After all, he is his little cub. If the Spirit Hall discovers him, the consequences will be disastrous."

"It's a pity that I'm too weak now and can't find the location of the Titled Douluo."

What Zhou Ting didn't know was that the person he was talking about was not following them at all!

Zhou Ting was looking for traces of Tang Hao, but Tang Hao's eyes were also watching him.

In front of the group, a broad figure was standing in the canopy of the trees. He looked at Zhou Ting with curious eyes and murmured to himself.

"It's this kid. Could it be that the awakening of the martial soul... really has the effect of curing stupidity?"

"However, if such a strange thing had ever happened, the sect's records would definitely have recorded it!"

Although he taught his son not to care about what happened to Zhou Ting.

However, Tang Hao still couldn't control his curiosity.

Of course, only a little bit.

The oxcart passed under the tree, and a strange look appeared on Tang Hao's face. It was obvious that his interest was greatly reduced.

"This kid's talent... is too useless."

It has been two months since I awakened my martial soul, and my soul power level is still only level one. What kind of rubbish talent is this!

I think back then, he had reached perfection in two months and could hunt soul beasts and obtain soul rings.

As for Zhou Ting, his cultivation remained motionless!

"Forget it, it's not worth studying. If I can return to the sect in the future, I will just add this case."

Tang Hao shook his head and stopped paying attention. He just sighed and said.

"Oh, sect...family, can our father and son really go back?"

At this moment, even Haotian Douluo, who was standing at the pinnacle of the continent, looked particularly lonely from behind.

"Wow..."

The leaves danced in the wind, and Tang Hao's figure had disappeared.

...

"Is this Notting City?"

Broad streets, stone-paved roads, tall buildings, clean and bright houses...

Everything was very different from the dilapidated Holy Soul Village, and it was completely different from the ancient world in Tang San's previous life.

"Yes, mistress, this is Notting City!"

Old Jack saw the curious look in Tang San's eyes, smiled, and thought to himself: This is the look a child should have, it's all his fault...that unsatisfactory Tang Hao!

<divclass="contentadv">Then, he looked at his little grandson, who was just like Tang San, looking around curiously.

"Okay, you have to study at Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy for many years. You have plenty of time. The most important thing now is to report to the academy."

"Okay, Grandpa (Village Chief)."

The old man and the young man didn't walk very fast, but it was earlier than they had walked all the way... earlier.

Zhou Ting glanced at Tang San and felt narrow-minded in his heart: He didn't know if Tang San would ever meet Yu Xiaogang again. If this pair of masters and apprentices, who share the same affection as father and son, were to be separated, I'm afraid... it wouldn't be good!

After all, it is best to bring these two abnormal people together, at least it will not harm other people.

Well, that’s right!

Yu Xiaogang is known as the master of Wuhun theory, and only Tang San, the wall-hanger, can "control" his theory.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ting's eyes became even weirder: Speaking of which, many of Yu Xiaogang's theories were broken by his own hands, right?

For example, a soul master must hunt soul beasts and absorb soul rings every ten levels, but the limit of years given by Yu Xiaogang was broken time and time again by Tang San.

And the most important point is that Yu Xiaogang guessed the two-handed martial spirit, but he didn't realize that how could the Blue Silver Grass that appeared together with the Clear Sky Hammer be simple?

There were many similar slaps in the face, but even so, Tang San still believed in Yu Xiaogang.

Tsk tsk, he is indeed a qualified... son and disciple, both a teacher and a father!

Just when Zhou Ting was thinking wildly, Old Jack had already led the two of them to the gate of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

How can the walking speed of the elderly and children be compared to that of an ox?

No, when the three of them were standing at the entrance of the college, students were entering the school in twos and threes.

Zhou Ting thought of the plot at the entrance of the college, and his heart moved. After all, Old Jack was his grandfather. Naturally, he would not let his grandfather get hurt, so he took the initiative to ask for help.

"Grandpa, give me the certificate from Wuhun Palace, and I'll go ask about the situation!"

"Do not…"

Since it doesn't make sense, we can only do it directly!

Zhou Ting's little hand reached directly into his grandfather's sleeve and took out two pieces of paper.

"Grandpa, you have old arms and legs, it would be bad if you get injured."

Before he finished speaking, he took the paper and ran away.

A trace of relief flashed in Old Jack's eyes, but he pretended to scold him.

"Oh, you kid looks down on grandpa..."

At the gate of the college, all the students were wearing school uniforms. A young guard stood at the door with a smile on his face, looking very humble.

And those students turned a blind eye to him, as if he didn't exist.

But even in the face of such an indifferent attitude, he did not dare to show even a trace of dissatisfaction.

This is the sorrow of ordinary people.

Zhou Ting suddenly understood.

Although it is a good job to look after the gate of the Soul Master Academy, ordinary people may have abnormal psychology if they have been depressed for too long.

but…

It's none of his business!

Zhou Ting restrained the scattered sympathy in his heart and stepped forward to ask.

"Hello, is this Noting Junior Soul Master Academy?"

Although he looked down on the rustic clothes of the child in front of him, since there were students at the door, the guard's attitude was very good.

At least, he asked without being arrogant and still smiling.

"Yes, you are?"

"Oh, we're freshmen this year, and that's proof."

When Zhou Ting spoke, he was also secretly accumulating strength. If the guard was unreasonable, he could also give him a taste of the first-class shrimp Tower of Justice.

As for "the way to death", forget it!

Calculating it this way, Zhou Ting suddenly realized that he was really a good person and saved the guard's life.

After all, without Yu Xiaogang's mediation, Tang San's Xiujian wouldn't know who he was.