บท 58: Father’s Message (2)
"Fox spirit? What's that?"
Xiao Wu full of curiosity asked.
Tang San smiling said:
"It's a kind of spirit beast turned into a demon, specializing in seducing men."
Xiao Wu was stunned a moment, her gaze at Tang San suddenly became somewhat strange, between eye blinks, her mood abruptly became agitated,
"You drop dead, daring to call me a fox spirit, I'll definitely fight you."
While speaking, she already baring fangs and brandishing claws leapt up from her bed, charging at Tang San.
The other working students regarding this scene no longer wondered at the sight. The noise of fighting between Xiao Wu Jie and Tang San to their point of view, long ago became accustomed to; if some day those two were not fighting several times, on the contrary perhaps they instead would feel uneasy.
Early the next day, as Tang San set out with that very bouncing and vivacious young girl at his side, wearing Nuoding academy's uniform, leaving Nuoding city, and heading towards Holy Spirit village.
This past year, to Tang San's point of view, had been extremely rich, and also extremely satisfying. Breaking through Mysterious Heaven skill's first tier bottleneck, under assiduous cultivation, Mysterious Heaven skill had made rapid progress. On the basis of his own calculations, by now he should already be reaching the upper middle second tier's strength, on the basis of spirit power calculations, he should have about sixteenth rank approaching seventeenth rank.
In the academy, people able to compare spirit power with him, only had a Xiao Wu: even though he never saw her cultivate, when the two compared spirit power the difference was never far. Sometimes Tang San had the upper hand, sometimes he was reversely surpassed by Xiao Wu. Although both were children, to the two who refused to give in, exchanging points like this was hard to avoid.
Just when starting, Xiao Chen-Yu and Wang Sheng, these higher grade students occasionally joined in, but along with Tang San and Xiao Wu spirit powers' lightning fast rise, there were no people who again came to disturb them. One could ask: who would hope to become like a sandbag's existence?
Therefore, although Xiao Wu was nominally the boss of Nuoding's students, in practice, when Xiao Chen-Yu's group addressed Tang San, he was also called little San Ge.
When Tang San exchanged pointers with Xiao Wu, he always losing more than he won. Xiao Wu's fighting techniques emerged in an endless stream, especially her Soft Skill gave people a kind of New Year cake like feeling, if in circumstances where both sides did not draw support from spirit ring powers, Tang San was practically certain to lose. Even if using spirit rings, relying on blue silver grass binding and paralysing effects, the most he could accomplish when battling Xiao Wu was a draw.
As for Tang San's secretly practiced hidden weapons these were certainly not used when exchanging pointers, first was because the hidden weapons' killing power was too great, too easy to injure a person, and second, he was still hoping to temper his own close combat strength through exchanging pointers with Xiao Wu. Perhaps it was because of the two mutually acting as sparring partners giving rise to an accelerating effect, but in respect to fighting, they advanced side by side. The academy's teachers were all already disinclined to be in charge of them, and in Nuoding, although Tang San and Xiao Wu were still only first years, they already became the academy's famous geniuses.
"Is it still far ah?"
Xiao Wu looked east, then gazed west, offhandedly asking.
"We'll arrive soon. See that hilltop over there? Our Holy Spirit village is at the foot of the hill."
About to arrive home, Tang San couldn't help his mood being somewhat excited, if not for the Nuoding academy regulations he would have returned to stay at home at night, without the teacher making the rounds every day, maybe Tang San long ago would have returned home to look in on his father. 'Not meeting for a year, dad, are you still well?'
Perhaps it was because of being an orphan in his last life, this life, Tang San all the more especially treasured that family love.
Touching Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, there he had brought the iron hammer for his father, brand new clothes, and even some bottles of pretty good wine.
The little mountain village where he lived for six years was already in view, not knowing why, in Tang San's heart a kind of indescribable feeling gradually appeared. If insisting on using words to describe it, then he would say, the feeling of having family was truly good. Even if that family only was him and his father.
Very quickly, the two already walked into Holy Spirit village. Tang San's home was at the edge of the village, raising his hand to indicate the roof with that dilapidated sign, Tang San smiled at Xiao Wu and said:
"Look, that's my home."
Home before his eyes, Tang San's mood subconsciously became excited, underfoot his steps increasing pace, three steps and two more and he reached the door of his home.
The front door exactly alike as when he left certainly didn't matter, this was Tang Hao's habit all along. After all, this smithy did not have anything that could be stolen.
"Dad, I'm back."
Tang San excitedly shouted.
Xiao Wu from never having Tang San this excited, stood at his back looking at him somewhat curiously. In her impression, Tang San was a very gentle friend, usually not saying much, but always with a busy feeling, always having some matter to attend. Only in their exchanging of pointers could his serious side be seen. And even if seriously losing to her, one still never saw his angry or even agitated appearance.
While calling, Tang San walked inside with quick steps.
Everything seemingly had not changed, the smithy was still in turmoil, even more so compared to before he left, a hideous mess of things left all over, a broken tattered and worn out feeling, bringing Tang San even more familiarity.
"Oh, little San, you're back."
A mild voice rose. From inside a person walked out.
Seeing him, Tang San couldn't help but be stunned,
"Grandpa Jack, you also, ah, then my dad?"
Walking out from inside was exactly Holy Spirit village elder old Jack, on his face a somewhat wry smile, he handed over a paper in his hand to Tang San, saying:
"You have a look, this is your father's message. Earlier I came to find him, originally thinking to have him and me go meet you, not thinking you would already have returned."
A nervous feeling appeared in Tang San's heart, hurriedly taking the paper old Jack held out and lowering his head to read.
On the paper were only a few simple lines, handwriting somewhat sloppy, but concealing a bold and unconstrained spirit.
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