The matter of the White Tiger Dagger can be put aside for the time being. It must be fished out, and it is impossible for Tang San to fish it out by himself anyway;
You can put aside the matter of being the descendant of the angel. Anyway, Qianjie is just a great soul master now.
Now a fact that Tang San had to face was placed in front of him - the person he had been planning for ten years was abducted; his ten thousand year plan was not executed smoothly at the beginning.
Moreover, the gender of the target Dai Yuhao is wrong...
wrong……
What nonsense!
That was not a descendant of an angel who suddenly appeared, not some cat or dog, but a child of fate, a proud one who had been in the sight of the Poseidon since he was born. He had planned it for ten years, and even Dai Mubai's descendants were not allowed to get involved. The trophy that can only belong to him, Tang San, is finally under his control!
How could I get it wrong?
He is the Poseidon who has cultivated the Purple Demon Eye to the Vast Realm and advanced to the Purple Divine Light. He is not blind!
"Plane awareness!"
Today is the day of disaster for the floor in the center of the God Realm, and the anger in Tang San's heart rose again.
Ten thousand years, ten thousand years!
He was tricked for the first time!
There is only one answer. Someone has tampered with the Son of Destiny, causing errors in the God Realm's observation of the Son of Destiny.
And the only one who can take action against the Son of Destiny is the plane consciousness that produced the Son of Destiny!
"Can't you be replaced obediently! Plane consciousness has ruined my long-term plan. You already have a way to die!"
He could only be angry now, and he couldn't go back and give birth to a new boy. He even couldn't get too involved in the affairs on Douluo Planet because the God of Destruction was watching.
The scene redirected to a courtyard, where two children, a boy and a girl, were chatting.
"Wait, God of Destruction!" A hint of wisdom flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he was planning on it.
…
Miss Huo Yulin was a little uneasy.
This uneasiness stems from the thousand calamities that took her away from the Duke's Palace two months ago, allowed her to call her brother, and allowed her to meet her mother in a dream.
Qianjie said that he wanted her to do something, but in the past two months he had just taken her to eat, drink and walk around.
She admitted that he was a nice guy and enjoyed eating and drinking.
But how do you say the words that are often on Qianjie's lips? Those who have no effect will be thrown away like rags!
Coincidentally, in the dream, my mother also believed this sentence deeply.
But now she can't do anything except grilling fish!
Is it because she eats too much that she is considered unmoldable?
"Brother, is there anything you need my help with?" She walked to the stone table in the small courtyard and asked tentatively.
She now desperately needs to prove that she knows more than just rice and chicken stuffed with sweet flowers.
"Ah?" Qianjie stopped the carving knife in his hand and looked confused.
He looked around. Well, the scenery was very nice. His aesthetic standards had not declined because he was associated with the evil soul master group.
Finally, his eyes rested on Huo Yulin. Two months were enough for this Guabi to get over his sadness, and his blue hair had grown longer, making him more in line with the image of a girl.
But I need her help...
Huo Yulin, who didn't get the first plug-in, felt uncomfortable even if he warmed the bed.
"Go, go, go and play whatever you want. The money bag is hanging in my bedroom."
He waved his hand, like an old father who couldn't be bothered.
"Really... no?" Huo Yulin asked unwillingly.
"Are you hungry again? Wait for lunch." Qianjie glanced sideways at Huo Yulin, "Also, although it is a blessing to be able to eat, the way you eat it can easily lead to a fat girl."
"Oh~" Huo Yulin left disappointed.
"Brother, is there really nothing I can do to help you?"
After a while it came back again.
"No."
…
"Brother, do you need my help?"
Qianjie put down the blue metal and carving knife in his hand.
"Sister, I call you sister. You have time to meditate and practice. Why are you always dazzling in front of me?"
Huo Yulin: "..."
She was speechless and choked. It seemed that she really didn't need to do anything.
"Okay, whatever you want to know or learn, I'll teach you."
Qianjie looked at Huo Yulin's confused eyes and sighed.
Qualified capitalists will let stupid people do their own thing, and the placement of PUA is very successful.
"I, I don't know..." Huo Yulin fell into confusion again.
revenge? To be honest, she didn't have the motivation right now. Qianjie didn't hide anything from her about everything in the Duke's Palace and told the truth.
So there was no need for the Duchess, the object of her greatest hatred, not to mention that she was already dead.
Dai Hao? I heard that his entire lower body was beaten to a pulp, and he was also stripped of his title of Duke. He could only spend one day in Xingluo City acting as incompetent and furious as a lunatic. It would be better to be alive than dead.
Practice to become a strong man? Her original goal in practicing hard was revenge.
Live well? She is doing well now.
She now only has one unknown goal, the one originally mentioned by Qianjie.
"Soul skills, do you want to know?" The morning sun shone into the yard, giving Qianjie a golden halo. Several silver butterflies flew out from the silver marks on the back of his hand, and then turned into a halo. Made a kitten as big as the palm of your hand.
"Soul skills, I learned them all in the Duke's Palace. Brother, you also talked about the classification of soul skills." Huo Yulin showed no interest. It was not like he had acquired the soul skills by himself.
"Then what do you think soul skills are?" Qianjie stretched out a finger and pointed it in front of Huo Yulin's eyes, "In other words, for a soul master, what are soul skills?"
"A soul master with soul power obtains soul rings by hunting soul beasts, and combines them with martial souls to form special skills." Huo Yulin recalled the knowledge taught by Huo Yun'er and answered with some uncertainty.
"For a soul master, soul skills should be..." Huo Yulin was stuck. She suddenly realized that she, who had been working hard to become a soul master, could not answer this question.
Is it a special fighting method? But apart from soul skills, soul masters don't seem to have any special fighting methods. She has never seen soul masters fight a few times. Her image of soul masters comes entirely from Huo Yun'er's narration and the legends she read in novels...
The soul master turned out to be so far away from her life.
"For a soul master, soul skills are the means to control the martial soul. It is the basis of strength and what distinguishes oneself from ordinary people."
Qianjie retracted his finger. This was a problem that most soul masters would not face or were unwilling to face. It was a problem that only a time traveler could realize.
"Brother, you are wrong. Shouldn't the difference between soul masters and ordinary people be martial souls and soul power?" Huo Yulin immediately realized the inappropriateness in Qianjie's words and retorted.
"Sister." Qianjie shook his finger, "First of all, martial arts is something that everyone has. Just like hands and eyes, it is a part of the organ that is born with it. It is not what you think, some people have it, and some people have it. Something that doesn't exist.
"The vast majority of people don't have a martial spirit. It's not the martial spirit itself, it's a reason that you can't understand yet.
"Secondly, I didn't say that soul power is not true, and soul power is only important to talented soul masters. For low-level soul masters, the expressiveness is actually not that good.
"Your brother, I am now a ten-year-old twenty-five-level great soul master. What do you think my winning rate is if I fight an ordinary person head-on without using soul skills?"
