Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 5 Admission Quota

Old Jack seemed to be still thinking about Su Yuntao's words, and subconsciously replied: "I don't know what a soul ring is. If you want to get a soul ring, it seems that you want to hunt a soul beast. That is a very dangerous thing. Only Soul masters will do it."

As he spoke, he suddenly realized: "Will one of the two children born with full soul power be you?"

Tang San nodded pretending to be reserved: "Grandpa, you are right."

Old Jack hurriedly said, "What about the other one?"

Wang Shenmeng said: "Grandpa, the other one is me."

Knowing that Wang Shenmeng and Tang San were born with full spirit power, Old Jack was very happy.

He looked at the two of them and said: "I didn't expect your talents to be so outstanding, but unfortunately, Xiaomeng's life was very difficult, and he didn't awaken his martial soul until today, so he missed two years in vain.

But little San, you have such a father that you don't have a good martial soul to pass on to you.Otherwise, maybe you can really become the second soul saint in our village.You tell grandpa, would you like to go to a special school to learn the cultivation methods of soul masters.Only there is the most accurate knowledge about Wuhun. "

Wang Shenmeng listened silently, knowing that Old Jack was talking about Notting College.

Speaking of which, the original owner was born in Notting City, and his originally happy family was ruined by a beastly noble in the imperial capital.

There is only one place for work-study students at Notting College, who can enroll for free.

Compared to himself, an outsider, Tang San, who had grown up in the village, undoubtedly attracted more attention from Old Jack.

After all, growing up in the Holy Soul Village, the emotional ties and sense of belonging are deeper. After achieving something in the future, the possibility of repayment is greater.

Wang Shenmeng was not dissatisfied. Old Jack and Holy Soul Village had already given him great kindness, and he was not qualified to want more.

However, Old Jack misjudged this time and expected Tang Shenwang to repay the village after he grew up. This was purely wishful thinking. In the later period, the other party would not care about civilians. It was not certain whether they still remembered the Holy Soul Village. There was no need to talk about repayment. ?

It is said that Old Jack was really kind to Tang San. Every time life was difficult and they couldn't survive, Old Jack would help them. Otherwise, the dignified future God King might have starved to death long ago.

Tang San had already developed a strong interest in martial arts at this time, especially when this martial spirit was related to his own Xuantian Skill.

Secretly glancing at Wang Shenmeng, Tang San asked: "Grandpa, does Wang Shenmeng also want to go to school?"

"This one……"

Old Jack hesitated for a moment, glanced at Wang Shenmeng apologetically, and said helplessly: "The number of work-study students is limited. In many places, two or three villages share one quota. Our Holy Soul Village has produced Soul Saints, so we have There is only one quota. You two can only go to one. If you are not willing to go, then I will let Xiaomeng go."

Tang San was originally worried about Tang Hao's opinion, but when he heard that there was only one place, and that if he didn't go, the place would be transferred to Wang Shenmeng, he suddenly felt unwilling and said quickly: "Grandpa Jack, I am willing to go to school."

Then, he asked again: "I don't know if my father is willing to do it. Please ask Grandpa Jack to help persuade him."

Wang Shenmeng was stunned when he heard this. This script was wrong. He remembered that Tang San didn't agree on the spot in the original work. Why is this different?

He glanced at Tang San thoughtfully, and suddenly had a guess in his heart, and then thought of the previous time in the Wuhun Hall, after his awakening of the Wuhun, his perception power increased greatly, and he noticed that Tang San had malicious eyes, and he felt in his heart. Immediately vigilant.

"This Tang San actually harbors malice towards me, damn, how did I offend him?"

Wang Shenmeng was puzzled. He thought he was friendly enough to Tang San, but he still offended him inexplicably. He was speechless.

He suddenly raised his vigilance secretly, this guy is not big-minded, he holds grudges very much, and he must take revenge, but he still has a bunch of messy methods, if he wants to murder himself, he is really hard to guard against.

But Jack didn't pay so much attention. Hearing this, he suddenly came to his senses, yes, no matter how sensible a child is, he is still a child after all, and Tang Hao's opinion should be consulted anyway.

There was a certain light in his eyes. Although he really didn't want to see that sloppy ghost, he didn't care about that much in order to have another soul master in the village.

"Let's go, Xiaosan, grandpa will take you home, and talk to Tang Hao by the way."

"Thank you grandpa!"

Tang San glanced at Wang Shenmeng again calmly, feeling secretly proud in his heart.

So what if the martial arts spirit is better than mine? Grandpa Jack values ​​me the most. You, a stinky beggar with unknown origins, are you worthy of competing with me?

Wang Shenmeng also noticed Tang San's little movements, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

As expected, one should not have any illusions about the Bingqingyujie Tang Shenwang's heart, and his heart suddenly gave up any thought of hugging his thigh.

Old Jack sent back the other children first and asked their parents to take them away, and then took Tang San to the blacksmith shop.

After Wang Shenmeng returned home, he still couldn't help the excitement in his heart. He was born with full soul power, which was the ultimate talent that Douluo Dalu could achieve.

Of course, except for God-given soul power.

Although his martial spirit was considered a low-level martial spirit, Wang Shenmeng didn't think so. No matter how he looked at the butterfly, it looked like the one he transformed into in the dream that caused him to time travel.

How can it be so simple to travel through the void of the universe, even if it becomes a martial spirit?

"Besides... with the awakening of my martial soul, I also gained an innate ability."

Wang Shenmeng murmured: "Dream? Enlightenment in a dream?"

He was full of expectations, but it was daytime and almost no one was sleeping. He just hoped it would get dark soon so he could try out how powerful his ability to enter other people's dreams was.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Notting College, but I need to get the soul ring next, and it will be a bit difficult without anyone to help. I don't have the meditation method either."

Wang Shenmeng was a little troubled. Although he was familiar with the plot of Douluo, he was only roughly familiar with it. He knew nothing about various knowledge and training details, such as meditation methods.

"Should we find another academy to join? Or simply join the Spirit Hall?"

He believes that with his innate talent full of soul power, even if the martial soul is almost there, the Spirit Hall should not reject it.

As long as the higher-ups are not as blind as Xie Yuntao, they will definitely understand that those who are born with full soul power will definitely have a good martial soul, and they may even alarm the big shots.

But although Wuhun Palace is most suitable for civilians, unfortunately, Pope Bibi Dong, who is going crazy, is a time bomb. The closer he gets, the easier it is to be shattered into pieces when it explodes.

Unless he has the ability to change Bibi Dong and make her come out of the madness and obsessive self-destruction, for the sake of life and health, try to stay away from mental patients!

Especially the kind of madman who has terrifying power and is full of desire for destruction, which makes people really helpless.

Wang Shenmeng didn't think he had the ability to save Bibi Dong. The ship was destined to sink, so he had always had doubts about whether to join the Spirit Hall.

After all, no one wants to be tied to a loser.

"Forget it, let's take a step first and take a look at it. Wuhundian will be the last retreat."

Just as he was thinking wildly, Old Jack's voice came from outside the door: "Xiaomeng, are you there?"