The ultimate transmission fear beast stands on the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 402 Tang San's Dream
"Mom, I'm back."

The sun gradually disappeared in the western horizon. After working hard in the blacksmith shop for a day, Tang San finally completed today's task as planned and returned home.

There were a lot of iron filings on his arms, a cheerful smile on his lips, and his cheeks were red from the fire, which made him look strangely cute.

The key point is that it is too feminine. If it were Gu You's cheeks were red, the opponent would probably turn around and run away immediately.

I was so angry that my face turned red. If I didn't run, would I just stay here and wait to die?

Hiding deep in the golden-patterned blue silver grass in the yard, a place Tang San specially chose so that he could get stable 360-degree sunlight in all directions during the day, the former Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin stretched out a grass leaf distressedly and gently stroked Tang San's hot cheek.

"My child, my child..."

Tang San is only thirteen years old, still a minor, but he spends the whole day in the stuffy blacksmith shop. No one knows how he developed this habit.

Tang San said that after he awakened his martial spirit at the age of six, he was taught by Tang Hao to use the Chaos Cloak Hammer Method to forge iron.

His body hasn't fully developed yet, and he's being taught to forge iron at such a young age. What on earth does Tang Hao want to do?

Do you want Tang San to be less than 1.7 meters tall for his entire life?
Yin couldn't understand, or she was unwilling to try to understand.

Tang Hao is the lover she chose, and soul beasts do not have the changeable view of love like humans.

After thinking deeply, if she found out that her husband was a complete idiot, not only Tang Hao, but she would also be embarrassed.

I have to live with the husband I chose myself, even if it means crying.

"I'm fine, Mom."

The closeness from the depths of his blood prompted Tang San to close his eyes and quietly enjoy this moment of warmth.

It is true that there is only one good mother in the world, and a child without a mother is like a weed.

I, Tang San, will no longer be a grass from today on.

What, I am the Blue Silver Emperor?

That's fine.

Through the kitchen window facing the yard, Old Jack, who was cooking, saw Tang San, who had returned home for dinner, standing in the yard. He opened the window and shouted, "Xiao San, go take a shower quickly. It's time to eat."

"Good~"

Satisfied with Tang San's response, Old Jack went back to cooking, while Tang San gently pushed aside the flimsy soil, picked up Yin from the bushes and put her into an empty basin on the side.

"Mom, let's go eat."

At the rectangular dining table with six seats, Tang San and Old Jack washed off the stains on their bodies, sat facing each other, and prepared to start a wonderful dinner time.

Today's dinner is Tang San's favorite steamed chicken and scrambled eggs with leeks. It is delicious and fragrant, and with a little homemade chili sauce, it is much more fragrant than the food in the cafeteria of Tiandou Royal Academy.

The only drawback is that the others are not here. If Gu You, Xiao Wu, and Lan Ta Meng are still there, this meal would be ten times more delicious.

"Hey, eat slowly, don't choke."

Even though he knew that Tang San was a spirit master and it was impossible for him to get into trouble because of choking, Old Jack, who also treated him as his own grandson, still habitually warned him, fearing that Tang San would get into trouble.

"Okay, Grandpa."

Tang San did not refute and obediently slowed down his eating speed.

Seeing this, Old Jack smiled, picked up his chopsticks and slowly started eating.

This time when Tang San suddenly came back, he complained that Tang San skipped classes and didn't study well, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

The evidence is that for nearly a month, Tang San's favorite dishes were cooked for dinner every day.

If it was Gu You who came back, he would have picked up his crutch and hit him on the butt.

There is no way, stereotypes are killing people. The three-year-old Gu You had the guts to hide in the Spirit Hall after it closed, so the thirteen-year-old Gu You would be out of his mind if he skipped classes.

Old Jack was afraid that Gu You didn't learn well in Tiandou Royal Academy, and was following some scoundrels all day and picking up bad habits.

(Dugu Bo: Me?)
As for Tang San, he felt much more at ease. He was either forging iron or practicing every day, so there was no room for him to learn bad things.

Unlike Gu You, he didn't know who infected him with this bad habit. He had nothing to do, so he just picked up his fishing rod and walked to the river.

He always comes back with an empty bucket.

Two people are having a happy meal, two people and one grass, the atmosphere at the table seems particularly harmonious
That's right, when it was time to eat, Tang San also put Ah Yin on the table, poured some prepared nutrient solution on her, and treated her as having eaten too.

There was no way. Ah Yin in the blue silver grass form couldn't eat anything, and Tang San couldn't waste food by burying the cooked rice in the soil, so he could only let her feel the atmosphere of eating with her family.

Old Jack is no longer surprised by this.

It is very abnormal to talk to Blue Silver Grass, no matter how strange the Blue Silver Grass is.

But the person who was talking was not Gu You, who had a long criminal record, but Tang San, who had always been very serious.

So Old Jack could only bury his doubts in his heart and pretend that he saw nothing.

If there is any problem, it is right to think about it from the perspective of soul masters. The world of soul masters is broad and profound, and he, an ordinary old man from the Holy Soul Village, should not meddle in it.

After dinner, Tang San washed the dishes and returned to his room carrying Yin's flower pot.

The room was not very big, but it had everything you need. The first thing that caught my eye was the oversized windows that were rare in Holy Soul Village and the large desk underneath.

On the desk, papers and pens are neatly placed, but because they are used frequently, the overall look is a bit old.

To the left of the desk was a medium-sized wardrobe, which Tang San had rarely used because he had been studying outside for many years, so it looked relatively new. To the right was a huge bookcase that reached the ceiling, which was filled with books Tang San had purchased from all over the place.

There are various books, ranging from professional books recording the properties of plants and minerals to miscellaneous books such as maps, soul masters' travel notes, and anecdotes.

A clean and tidy bed was placed in the corner, with the quilt neatly folded. This habit was originally left over from the Tang Sect period, and was later strengthened by Tang Hao, who never did housework. Now it has become a habit similar to logging in every day.

There was a low cabinet next to the bed, on which was placed a luminous soul guide device that Gu You called a "bedside lamp."

An unfinished plant book was placed under the lamp with a bookmark. Tang San planned to go to bed early today and finish reading it.

Closing the door, Tang San drew aside the curtains and placed Ah Yin on the windowsill. He then took out the metal plate, which was one-third the size of a palm, that he had carved yesterday from the secret compartment in the desk, took out the blueprint from the soul guide, and started his work every night.

Carve the soul guide array.

Even though Gu You is not around now, he cannot come up with some bizarre yet effective ideas by himself.

But Tang San can still complete the most basic permutation and combination upgrades.

The ice-attributed soul-guided hidden weapon "Frost Descent" series, the fire-attributed soul-guided hidden weapon "Summer Solstice" series, the wind-attributed soul-guided hidden weapon "White Dew" and the thunder-attributed soul-guided hidden weapon "Awakening of Insects" are all masterpieces designed and assembled by Tang San.

Compared with the Tang Sect's inner sect's top hidden weapon, "Guanyin's Tears", today's soul-guided hidden weapons still have many shortcomings.

But Tang San believed that as long as he persisted in his painstaking research, with a little help from Gu You, one day he would be able to make non-technical hidden weapons such as mechanical weapons reach or even surpass the lethality of Guanyin's Tears.

Whenever he thought of the soul-guided hidden weapon version of the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus being born in his hands, with a power far greater than that of the Guanyin Tears, Tang San's heart would become extremely excited, and he would want to fly directly to fifty years later to see the finished product. Presumably, the blooming flame must be very gorgeous.

.........

My name is Tang San, I am thirteen years old, and I live in the Holy Soul Village in the south of Notting City. I am unmarried and have no girlfriend. I study at Tiandou Royal College, and I spend about twelve hours a day on experimental study and exercise.

I don't smoke or drink. If I don't have any important experiments, I will go to bed before midnight to ensure that I open my eyes before the sun rises.

Before going to bed, I will drink a glass of warm water, and then read my favorite book with the help of the bedside lamp. I will never carry fatigue into the next day. Xiaoyou always says that I am too normal.

I am not interested in many things, and the only things I pursue are my family and the pinnacle of hidden weapons. As long as they and they are still by my side, my heart has nothing else to ask for.

The happiness of peace and tranquility is my proud outlook on life.

But now, I encountered something strange that I had never seen before.

"Xiao San, come here, let grandpa take a look."

Old Jack waved to "Tang San" and asked him to come to him quickly.

'Grandpa Jack.'

Looking at the much younger old Jack and the six-year-old "Tang San" who saluted him respectfully, Tang San felt waves of discomfort all over his body.

Weird, weird, very strange, very weird.

I had just finished reading a book and turned off the light to go to bed. But as soon as I touched the pillow and opened my eyes, I found myself in the Holy Soul Village when I was six years old.

"Illusion? Mental attack? Or the most bizarre and unpredictable time-related ability?"

Tang San didn't know, and there was no way to test it, because he didn't even have a physical body, just an illusory ghost, bound to "Tang San" by invisible rules.

I watched everything happen, but I couldn't change anything.

Seeing Old Jack turned away in anger at Tang Hao, and Tang Hao even dared to glare at him at the age of six, Tang San wished he could use his favorite "Blue Silver Overlord Spear" on Tang Hao again.

I gave you face, right? If old Jack hadn't helped you in the past few years, with your attitude of working for three days and repairing the hammer for two days, you wouldn't even be able to eat hot shit.

Also, when I was young, I thought, weren’t you from the Tang Sect? Why didn’t you go into the mountains and get some poisonous weeds and mushrooms and throw them into the porridge?

If the poison doesn't kill the Titled Douluo, at least it will give him diarrhea.

At this moment, Tang San and Dugu Bo inadvertently reached a high degree of spiritual unity. Ask Gu You to customize a soul spell, and use the martial soul fusion skill to beat Tang Hao to call daddy in a minute.

'Alas~'

Floating in the air, Tang San held his forehead helplessly.

I was too young back then, and my bottom line was not low enough. If it were now, I would have thought of a way to deal with Tang Hao long ago.

Although he was very angry, there was still good news that made Tang San happy. If Old Jack was right, in three days, the deacon of the Spirit Hall would come to the village to organize the Spirit Awakening Ceremony.

To be honest, Tang San felt that this world was very strange. It seemed that he had never met Gu You, and no matter where he was or what he was doing, he was always alone.

"Could it be that Xiaoyou in this world didn't find me?"

Tang San didn't know, but he was looking forward to the day of the spirit awakening ceremony.

Even if for various reasons, Gu You did not meet him on that day, he still believed that as long as that person was still Gu You, he would definitely lend him a helping hand after they met.

'After all, we are destined to be brothers.'

'Draw circles~Draw circles~'

Huddled up with his knees hugged, Tang San floated in the air with a lost look on his face, stretching out his fingers to draw circles that no one could see.

Old Jack lost his grandson and his destined brother, and Tang San could only watch "Tang San" practice blacksmithing under the guidance of Tang Hao like a purebred fool, not knowing even a little information about spirit masters.

"Please, go to the Spirit Hall and read some books instead of forging iron anymore~"

Tang San's silent cry did not reach the ears of "Tang San". He just hammered it out and forged the first Tang Sect hidden weapon after arriving in the new world, with a proud smile on his face.

"You are so proud!"

Just when Tang San collapsed, the time in the outside world suddenly began to speed up. Soon, "Tang San" and Old Jack set out on the road to Nottingham City to study.

"Time-related abilities!"

The sudden change made Tang San concentrate quickly. He didn't care about what was happening to "Tang San" now, and tried to find the flaws of the enemy hiding in the dark.

"You want to shake my spirit by making Xiaoyou disappear?"

Tang San calmed down, narrowed his eyes slightly, and kept an eye on the changes around him.

"You are wrong. I will kill you as quickly as possible and return to the reality where Gu You is."

It felt like he had been waiting for nearly half an hour, and the surroundings were calm, without even the simplest of attempts. Tang San could only relax his alert and pay attention to "Tang San" again.

"Huh? Does the security guard have such a bad temper?"

"Don't take out the hidden arrows, ahhhhhhhhhh~~~"

On the one hand, Tang San was puzzled that the security guard whom he became familiar with while completing the work-study task actually had a bad temper in the academy.

On the other hand, Tang San began to feel that this childhood self might have a mental illness.

Instead of using the hidden arrow on Tang Hao who was disrespectful to Old Jack, he prepared to throw it at the security guard who was also disrespectful to Old Jack.

Boy, are you being too hypocritical?

Double standards are normal. Xiaoyou once said that the closeness of a relationship will inevitably affect the objective and rational judgment standard. But with Tang Hao's character, it is more worthy of a hidden arrow if you don't look at it objectively.

‘It’s over. ’

Tang San was filled with an incomparable sense of absurdity when he saw a half-familiar stranger slowly appearing from a distance.

Without Gu You's theoretical guidance based on reality, and knowing nothing about soul masters and martial souls, Yu Xiaogang's ridiculous theory was still very convincing.

Just like a thesis, as long as there is enough English in it, anyone who can't understand it will say that the article is well written.

"I don't think I should become his disciple. I don't want to do that."

Tang San's painting style changed from realistic three-dimensional to flat oil painting. The famous work "The Scream" by Norwegian painter Edvard Munch was perfectly reproduced one-to-one in Douluo Continent.

Seeing "Tang San" kneeling on the ground and kowtowed three times to Yu Xiaogang respectfully, an expression of despair appeared on Tang San's face.

'Haha, destroy it, quickly, I'm tired.'

(End of this chapter)