Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall

Hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, and while feeling strange in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a hint of warmth:

"What are you talking about? It's like I want to die. Who wants to die if I can live? I'm not a fool."

“What are you doing standing there? Help me lie down quickly. Do you want me to sit on the bed and hunch over to talk to you? Hiss—”

Tang Hao's body was still too weak, and his injuries were so severe that he felt extremely painful even while sitting.

If I keep sitting down like this, I'm afraid I'll faint from the pain.

 “Oh, I’m sorry, father, I forgot.”

Tang San hurriedly stepped forward and helped Tang Hao lie down as instructed.

Tang Hao didn't feel comfortable for a moment until he lay flat on the bed, his body completely relaxed and no longer exerting any force.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San. Although his eyes were still a little strange, they had become much gentler:

“Xiaosan, more than seven years have passed. Do you hate me for leaving you alone for so many years?”

Tang San pursed his lips and shook his head:

 “No, I don’t hate it.”

Tang Hao was a little surprised:

"Why?"

Tang San showed a smile on his face:

"Because I have no right to blame you. I am your son, and you gave me life. Without you, where would I be, Tang San?"

“Father, I don’t hate you, on the contrary, I am very grateful to you. It is you who allowed me to have a father, feel the feeling of father’s love, and feel the warmth of family affection.”

 Well, he actually regarded my harsh treatment of him as fatherly love? Tang Hao took a deep look at Tang San and wanted to say something, but was speechless for a moment.

 Only heard Tang San continue:

“I feel very happy to see my father again. You may not know how excited I was when I saw you suddenly appear in the sunset forest.”

“I didn’t even expect that my father is actually a powerful titled Douluo.”

As he spoke, the light in Tang San's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the expression on his face became more and more excited.

Seeing that Tang San was about to continue speaking, Tang Hao coughed and interrupted him:

 “Ahem—Okay, you just know this, there’s no need to say it.”

Tang San immediately closed his mouth, recovering from being immersed in Tang Hao's powerful strength. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked:

"By the way, father, where have you been these years? Why don't you come back to see me? It seems that you have never gone back since you left Holy Soul Village. Every year when I return to the village, I can't see you. ."

Facing Tang San’s scorching gaze, Tang Hao’s eyes flickered slightly, but he didn’t look at him. He just said lightly in a weak voice:

 “I just went to settle some personal matters.”

Tang San asked:

 “Are you done with your personal affairs?”

Tang Hao subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but quickly stopped himself and forced a smile on his sloppy old face:

 “That’s natural.”

Tang San, who had lived to be more than thirty years old in his previous life, had such vicious eyesight that he could tell at a glance that Tang Hao's words were insincere, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Father, what is the private matter you are talking about? Can you tell me about it? Maybe I can help."

Tang Hao raised his eyes and looked at Tang San, knowing that the latter had noticed that he had not told the truth, but after thinking about it, he still did not choose to tell Tang San the truth, but said in a slightly sad tone:

“Xiaosan, there are many things that you don’t need to know right now. Because you don’t have the strength to know yet.”

"If you want to know, then practice hard and make yourself stronger. When one day, you are strong enough, I will tell you everything. Ahem—"

At the end of the sentence, Tang Hao began to cough violently. The shaking of his body affected the hidden wounds in his body, and two large mouthfuls of dark red blood suddenly spurted out.

Tang San wanted to continue asking, but when he saw Tang Hao coughing and vomiting blood, he quickly stopped his thoughts and stepped forward to input the internal power of Xuantian Gong to suppress the injury.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour passed that Tang Hao's breath finally relaxed.

 Subsequently, Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son, chatted about many things.

Tang San told Tang Hao everything that happened to him in the past few years. Of course, he didn't mention a word about the Tang Sect's secret skills such as Xuantian Kung Fu and hidden weapon techniques that he had mastered.

However, what Tang San didn't know was that Tang Hao had been secretly following him all this time, and he already had a clear idea of ​​his abilities.

Of course Tang Hao knew that Tang San was hiding something, but he didn't say much.

When Tang San asked about his situation in recent years, Tang Hao casually fabricated some simple experiences to cope with it.

However, he told Tang San in detail about his appearance in the Sunset Forest with Sword Douluo.

 Father and son were chatting happily in the room.

Finally, Tang Hao finally remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, and hurriedly asked Tang San:

“By the way, mistress, where is the blue silver grass I entrusted to you to protect?”

 “Oh, here.”

Tang San reacted quickly, ran to the window sill attached to the room, and brought back a stone flowerpot with a half-withered Blue Silver Grass planted on it.

 “Quick, give it to me.”

Tang Hao didn't care about his injuries, endured the severe pain, struggled to get up from the bed, and almost snatched the stone flowerpot from Tang San's hand.

Looking at his father's gentle face and eyes full of love, reaching out to gently touch the bluesilver grass in the stone flowerpot, Tang San frowned slightly, but still expressed the doubts in his heart:

“Father, I don’t quite understand why you carry a Bluesilver Grass with you? Is there anything special about it?”

“However, as far as I know, Blue Silver Grass is a plant that can be seen everywhere in Douluo Continent, and there is not much difference between each plant.”

“The same is true for the bluesilver grass you gave me. Apart from being a little malnourished, there doesn’t seem to be anything special about it.”

However, before Tang San could finish speaking, Tang Hao suddenly interrupted him rudely:

 “Shut up! You bastard, kneel down!”

"Kneel down, kneel down?" Tang San was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard wrong, and subconsciously asked, "Father, why?"

“Kneel down when I ask you to do so, there’s so much nonsense.”

Tang Hao gasped and said with a sullen face.

Tang San opened his mouth, but when he saw his father's flushed face, he immediately realized that he seemed to be really angry.

"Okay, okay, I kneel, I kneel, father, don't be angry, be careful of your injuries."

Because he was worried that Tang Hao's anger would attack his heart and cause the internal injuries to recur again, Tang San didn't dare to think about the gold under the man's knees. He immediately bent his knees and knelt down in front of Tang Hao with a plop.

Seeing Tang San being so obedient and kneeling down neatly, Tang Hao's anger subsided slightly, but his face was still very serious:

“Xiao San, do you still remember what I told you on the day you awakened your martial spirit?”

Tang San knelt on the ground, lowered his head and thought about it carefully. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Tang Hao:

“You said, let me use the hammer in my left hand to protect the blue silver grass in my right hand.”

Tang Hao nodded with satisfaction:

 “Very good, it seems you haven’t forgotten.”

Tang San straightened his expression:

 “Of course, I have always kept my father’s teachings in mind.”

The anger on Tang Hao's face finally dissipated:

“Protect and use the Blue Silver Grass Spirit in your hand well. After all, it comes from your mother, do you understand?”

Tang San’s expression condensed:

 “Yes, father.”

 From the master, he already knew that his Blue Silver Grass martial spirit was inherited from his mother's bloodline.

 Because the master's book "The Ten Core Competencies of Wuhun" contains records about the origin of Wuhun.

According to the master's research, martial arts are inherited from the bloodline of both parents. In other words, children inherit the martial arts from one parent through blood relationship, and in most cases, the parent with the stronger martial soul will be given priority. .

Of course, under special circumstances, it is possible for someone to inherit the martial souls of both parents at the same time and become twin martial soul masters.

Like himself, he inherited the martial souls of both parents at the same time and became the owner of twin martial souls. The hammer martial soul came from his father, so naturally the blue silver grass came from his mother.

 Quickly recalling the martial soul bloodline theory taught by the master in his mind, Tang San looked at Tang Hao and asked with a bit of confusion in his tone:

“But, Father, I don’t understand. Does this have anything to do with the blue silver grass in the flowerpot in your hand?”

Tang Hao did not answer him immediately, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes. After a long time, he replied lightly:

 “Because it has something to do with your mother.”

 “Is it related to mother?”

Tang San's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his gaze at Tang Hao became more intense and eager, hoping to get more news about his mother from Tang Hao.

 Whether it was in his previous life or this life, he had never felt maternal love. How could he not be excited when he suddenly heard the news about his mother?

If possible, he really wants to taste the taste of mother's love like he feels his father's love.

 Unfortunately, Tang Hao did not do what he wanted. He just mentioned his mother and stopped talking.

"nothing."

Facing Tang San's hopeful gaze, Tang Hao pursed his lips slightly, not wanting to talk more about Tang San's mother, so he instead said:

"In short, you have to remember one thing. Whether it is ordinary or extraordinary, as long as it is Bluesilver Grass, you must take good care of it and take it seriously. This is very important to you. You will know it later."

This is related to whether you can inherit the mantle of the Blue Silver Emperor in the future and gain the authority to control the Blue Silver clan.

Tang Hao added in his heart, but he did not say this in front of Tang San.

 “Yes, Father, I understand.”

Although he didn't know what the deep meaning was, but hearing that his father was right, Tang San simply agreed.

“Xiao San, Ning, the head of Qibao Glazed Sect, is here and wants to see how uncle is injured.”

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and a beautiful figure dressed in pink jumped in.

 It is Xiao Wu.

“Uh--, uncle, mistress, what are you doing?”

Xiao Wu suddenly stopped, first glanced at Tang Hao lying on the bed, and then at Tang San kneeling on the ground, her pink and rosy mouth wide open in surprise, dumbfounded.

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Seeing Xiao Wu suddenly opening the door and coming in, Tang San was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and quickly stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his knees, pretending to be nonchalant, but the embarrassment on his face had already given him away. .

 Fortunately, Xiao Wu's attention was not on him at this time, but on Tang Hao on the bed.

 “Eh? Uncle, you’re awake.”

 Seeing that Tang Hao had woken up, the surprise on Xiao Wu's face instantly turned into surprise.

 “Oh, it’s Xiao Wu.”

Tang Hao nodded towards Xiao Wu, "Did you just say that Ning Fengzhi from the Qibao Glazed Sect is here?"

“Under the crown of Haotian, please don’t be offended if I come uninvited.”

Just as Xiao Wu was about to nod, three figures following closely behind him had already stepped into the room.

 There was a man with a jade-like face, a straight nose and a square mouth. He was Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect, and these words came from his mouth.

Behind Ning Fengzhi were a tall old man with a gaunt face, and a beautiful young girl wearing a blue-green dress with long flaxen hair. They were Bone Douluo Gurong and Ning Rongrong.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo walking into the room, Tang Hao frowned slightly, while Tang San's expression quickly darkened.

It can be seen that Tang Hao, Tang San and his son did not seem to welcome the arrival of Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, and they even disliked Ning Rongrong who came with them.

Sunset Forest and his party agreed to cooperate for a win-win situation, but Sword Douluo took Ning Rongrong to escape first, leaving Tang Hao alone to face Golden Crocodile Douluo, and finally ended up like this.

 It is strange that Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son, have no resentment in their hearts.

“Sect Master Ning, how come you have time to visit me, a half-wasted person? Please forgive me for not getting up to welcome you.”

Tang Hao looked at Ning Fengzhi with a smile, but his words were full of ridicule. Bone Douluo behind Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but frown.

As expected, the last action made them dissatisfied with the Qibao Glazed Sect. However, this is not important. As long as Tang Hao's injury can be cured, it will naturally restore goodwill and build trust in their hearts.

Ning Fengzhi naturally felt the resentment and gloominess on the faces of Tang Hao and Tang San, but he pretended not to see it. He always had a gentle smile on his lips and said in a gentle voice:

“I heard that Haotian Mianxia was seriously injured, so I wanted to come and see if I could help. It just so happened that my Qibao Glazed Pagoda has a healing soul skill, which might be able to heal Mianxia’s injuries.”

Tang Hao didn't seem to want to appreciate it, and said in a stiff tone:

"I know my own injuries, so I won't bother Sect Leader Ning to worry about it."

“The healing soul skills of the healing soul master only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and my injury cannot be cured by the healing soul skills alone.”

“Besides, I remember that the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda’s strength is not healing, right? How can it heal my injuries?”

Hearing that Tang Hao's rejection contained some mockery of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, Ning Fengzhi, no matter how good-tempered he was, couldn't help but frown.

 But for the sake of his inner plan, he still managed to suppress his rising anger and smiled again and said:

"Your Majesty Haotian, why don't you let me take a look at your injuries first? Maybe they can be cured? I am the 'number one auxiliary soul master in the mainland' and the 'authority in the auxiliary world', and I am not a wasted name." (This chapter) over)