Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 2 Tang San, who dislikes poverty and loves wealth

"it should be OK."

Old Jack smiled kindly: "The minimum age for awakening a martial spirit is around six years old, but there is no rule that you cannot awaken after the age of six. It's just that if you delay it for two years, you will fall behind your peers."

Wang Shenmeng smiled sweetly, with a look of longing on his face: "It's okay to be a little behind. As long as I can become a soul master, I will be satisfied."

"poor child!"

Old Jack touched Wang Shenmeng's head and encouraged: "You used to wander around and had no conditions to awaken. This time I will plead with the deacon and let him awaken you. I believe that Xiao Meng will definitely become a great person." Soul Master."

He said this, but he didn't have much confidence in his heart, but he couldn't bear to blow him up, so he could only say a few words of comfort.

"Alas, Xiao Meng's parents are both commoners who cannot practice cultivation. The probability that the children of common people can practice cultivation is really low. I hope God will bless them when the time comes."

After eating, Old Jack first gave Wang Shenmeng some basic knowledge about soul masters.

Although Wang Shenmeng knew more than Jack, he still acted respectfully and accepted it, which made old Jack very satisfied.

Afterwards, Old Jack took a bag of food and went to Tang Hao's house, intending to discuss with Tang Hao about Tang San's awakening of the martial spirit.

Wang Shenmeng was not interested in watching Tang Hao's cold face, so she brought some rice noodles and vegetables back to her home.

Yes, he also has a 'home' in Shenghunsi, a thatched shed that used to be the cattle pen of Wang Dahu's family.

Wang Shenmeng let Wang Dahu's family let the cows out for a period of time at first. Later, when the cow died, Wang Dahu repaired the cowshed so that it could be sheltered from wind and rain, and it became his nest from then on.

The thatched hut is not big, only twenty or thirty square meters, but it is enough for one person to live in.

There is a one-meter-wide bamboo frame bed inside the shed. Although the quilt is shabby, it is still clean. In addition to rice bran pillows, there are several sets of old clothes on the bedside, which are basically those worn by Jack's grandson.

In addition, there is a simple wooden table, a small bench, a warm water bottle, etc.

Of course, there are also stoves, pots and pans and the like.

The original owner occasionally catches some small animals, or digs some wild vegetables to cook and eat, and sometimes the villagers will donate some food, so they can cook for themselves.

Although the thatched hut was dilapidated and crude, it was a rare haven for the former Wang Shenmeng and a rare stable life after the death of his family.

Nowadays, Wang Shenmeng is suddenly a little uncomfortable. He tosses and turns at night and can't fall asleep. He feels uncomfortable being stung by the bamboo bed. In addition, the weather is hot and there are too many mosquitoes, rats, and ants, making people sleep restlessly and uncomfortable. .

Fortunately, I brought back a lot of rice and noodles from Grandpa Jack's house, so I wouldn't be hungry in a short time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to survive.

The more he couldn't sleep, the more his thoughts became wild. There was always a shadow in Wang Shenmeng's heart. He was worried that he would not be able to awaken his innate soul power. If he could not become a soul master, it would be extremely difficult to get ahead in this class-based world. Totally impossible.

It wasn't until dawn that Wang Shenmeng fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, it was almost noon.

After getting up and washing, he made a pot of porridge and ate it, went out for a few laps, and came to Tang San's house unknowingly, only heard the bang bang bang, he looked with his head, and it turned out that Tang San was forging iron.

Looking at the hammer he wielded, even an adult might not be able to swing it, but Tang San could hammer one after another, looking very powerful.

Wang Shenmeng was immediately envious. He knew very well that Tang San was not born with any supernatural power as Tang Hao thought, but only because he had practiced the Xuantian Technique.

Wang Shenmeng coveted Tang San's Xuantian Technique very much. It was something that could really change the fate of ordinary people. Even if you don't have innate soul power, you can still cultivate internal power, and internal power and soul power are actually the same thing. thing.

If he can't become a soul master, or his talent is too poor, then Xuantian Kung is one of the very few things that can change his destiny against the will of heaven, and it's the closest thing to him.

Tang San was able to rely on this Xuanmen internal skill to cultivate pseudo-innate full soul power, and he was still cultivating it until the God King, which shows how extraordinary he was.

Unfortunately, Wang Shenmeng could only drool. He knew that it was impossible for Tang San to pass on the Xuantian Technique to him.

Even Yu Xiaogang, who is stuck at level twenty-nine and is crazy about upgrading, has not been able to receive the teaching, so who am I?

Maybe his eyes were too fiery. Tang San, who had been concentrating on blacksmithing, seemed to sense something. He turned around and saw Wang Shenmeng at the door. He immediately frowned and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

"What are you doing sneaking around at the door? Are you trying to steal your master?"

Although blacksmithing is a cheap profession, it is still a skilled job, and it is not bad in the civilian industry.

Somebody actually wanted to learn their own ability to live and work in a vain way, Tang San was furious, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

Wang Shenmeng's heart skipped a beat when she was stared at by his icy eyes, feeling guilty for no reason.

He did want to steal a master, but what he wanted to steal was the Xuantian Kung Fu, not the unstructured blacksmithing technique. If he had replaced it with the random cloak hammering technique, it would be almost the same.

"No, I just came here, and I'm not sneaking around, it's just that you were too focused and didn't notice me."

Wang Shenmeng smiled, her attitude was very friendly.

It's not that he wanted to hug Tang Shenwang's thigh, he knew that the other party looked down on him.

He just didn't want to provoke Tang San for no reason. This guy was not big-hearted. He was an orphan and helpless. If he offended the other party, he might be killed by him one day.

He didn't intend to provoke the other party until he had some ability to protect himself.

"Hmph, then what are you doing here? We don't have any food left at home, but we don't have any food left for you to eat. You should go begging from other homes."

Tang San thought that Wang Shenmeng was here to beg, and immediately became even more unhappy, the look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

No food left?Didn't Grandpa Jack just send a big sack of food, and you ate it all in one meal?

Wang Shenmeng rolled his eyes. He had been in Holy Soul Village for half a year and he hadn't even had a sip of water from Tang San's family. How desperate was he to come to their house to make a living?

Seeing that Tang San had a bad attitude and disliked himself very much, Wang Shenmeng no longer asked for trouble: "I'm just wandering around, since you don't welcome me, then I'll go play elsewhere."

He turned around and left, shaking his head secretly in his heart.

Tang San also said that other children look down on him because they hate the poor and love the rich, but he himself is like this. Well, he looks down on this little beggar at all, as if he would lose his price if he said a few more words.

Wang Shenmeng went home depressed. He met some children on the way and wanted to invite him to play with them.

But he was not really a child, so he was not in the mood to play house, so he dismissed them one by one on the grounds of physical discomfort.

Three days passed by.

Early this morning, Grandpa Jack picked up Tang San and brought Wang Shenmeng to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village.

Of course, this so-called Spirit Hall is just a bigger wooden house.

This year, there were nine children in Holy Spirit Village undergoing martial soul awakening. Wang Shenmeng and Tang San were the last to arrive under the leadership of Old Jack.

In addition to the village chief Jack and the nine children present, there was also a young man in the Wuhun Hall.

This man looked to be in his twenties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a very handsome appearance.

Wang Shenmeng couldn't help but take a few more glances. This should be the famous Blind Dou Russell Yuntao. He didn't know how many senior time travelers he had taken in, but he didn't expect that one day it would be his turn.

"Hello, respected Master of Battle Spirit, I'm going to trouble you this time." Old Jack respectfully saluted the young man.

The young man's eyebrows showed a hint of pride, and he bowed slightly, not too salty or not, as a courtesy, "I don't have much time, let's start now."

Old Jack said: "Dear War Spirit Master, there is a child in a special situation. He is eight years old. Due to family changes, he missed the awakening ceremony in the past two years. I would like to ask the master to help him awaken this time."