"Wait a minute." Tang Ziran called Tang Wulin to stop.
"What's the matter, Dad?"
Tang Ziran patted the chair beside him, "Come on, sit down, Dad has something to discuss with you."
"Oh." Tang Wulin came to sit next to his father and looked at his face with some doubts.
Tang Ziran said: "Son, if you choose to become a soul master, Dad supports you. But Dad said that you have to face many difficulties, not only in your studies, but also in our family."
"Every time a soul master cultivates to an integer level of ten, he needs a soul ring to complete a breakthrough. In the past, a long time ago, soul rings could be obtained by hunting soul beasts. But after tens of thousands of years of research, it has been found that soul rings are more powerful than soul rings. With advantages, spirits above high levels can also grow, and can be artificially manufactured to a certain extent. Souls are equivalent to the spiritual existence of spirit beasts. Souls of different levels can bestow one or more spirit rings on soul masters, and For us ordinary people, there is only one way to obtain souls, and that is to buy them from the Spirit Pagoda."
"Father has no skills, and his salary is meager. It's okay to support our family. Now that there are more Na'er, as you can see, you two little guys have a lot of food. So, when your soul power has reached the tenth level, Dad It’s hard to save you the money to buy a low-level random soul.”
"There are two ways to obtain souls from the Spirit Pagoda. One is for students with particularly excellent martial arts and fast cultivation speed. They can get the first soul for free. But obviously, your Blue Silver Grass does not have this free spirit. Opportunity. Therefore, there is only the second way to buy.”
Listening to his father's words, Tang Wulin couldn't help being a little dazed for a moment. He really had never thought about this question, yes! A soul master must have a soul ring, which can be brought directly by a soul beast, or obtained by fusing a soul. Now soul beasts are extremely rare, and it is too difficult to obtain them. Then only buy souls.
A six-year-old child still has a weak concept of money. But the real problem has been placed in front of him.
"Dad, what should I do then?"
Tang Ziran smiled wryly and said, "That's all Dad's ability is. Dad has worked hard these past few years, trying to help you make up some money. But you also need to work hard on your own. Do you still remember your Uncle Mangtian?"
"Remember! Didn't he come to our house before?" Tang Wulin's mind came up with the image of a tall middle-aged man with a somewhat fierce appearance.
Tang Ziran said: "Your Uncle Mangtian is an excellent blacksmith. Dad told him about our family's situation, and he said he could give you a chance to be an apprentice. Two hours a day, the first three months are for studying, After three months, if you can forge something simple, you can make a little money."
Tang Wulin's eyes lit up, "I am willing, Dad, when can I start?"
Tang Ziran looked at him with deep eyes, and said, "Forging is a very hard job, can you really do it?"
Tang Wulin nodded and said, "I can! I'll save money to buy souls myself."
Tang Ziran smiled, "Okay, then you can try it, if you can't take it anymore, let's not go."
"Okay. Dad, I'm going to meditate then."
Tang Wulin went back to his room, but a drop of liquid fell on Tang Ziran's shoulder. Tang Ziran turned his head to look, and behind him was his teary-eyed wife.
"Wu Lin is still so young, why do you want to do this? If we live frugally, we should be able to save him money for the soul." Langyue choked up, but she never disobeyed her husband, but this Second-rate…
Tang Ziran sighed softly, "It is too difficult for the Lanyincao Wuhun to become a soul master. Forging is a craft. Although Linlin is young, this child has a strong personality. Forging is not only able to forge metal, but also a The process of training him. If he can really persevere, he will not only have a means of earning a living when he grows up, but also can exercise his character, which will be of great benefit to him. You know our Under the circumstances, I am afraid that one day, we... Of course, it would be even better if Linlin can get Mangtian's approval. His professional level is even higher than mine. "
Early the next morning, after bidding farewell to his mother and Na'er, Tang Wulin happily went to school.
A night of meditation made him feel more and more intimate with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, so much so that he even had a special intimacy with the Blue Silver Grass.
The soul master class is not learning the knowledge of soul masters every day, but one day of soul master knowledge and one day of cultural lessons. Today is the turn of cultural class.
Tang Wulin is very smart, listens carefully and earnestly, and was praised by the teacher in the culture class.
"Mom, why did you come to pick me up? Where's Na'er?" Tang Wulin saw Langyue as soon as he left the school gate after school.
Langyue's eyes showed a hint of distress, and she quickly walked over to pick up her son.
"Mom, put me down quickly. I'm already an older child. How embarrassing it is for my classmates to see me!"
Langyue smiled, "You are my son no matter how old you are. Mom sent you to Uncle Mangtian. Do you really want to learn forging?"
Tang Wulin nodded and said, "That's right! Dad said that a man must be self-reliant, and I want to earn my own money to buy a soul."
Langyue put down her son, squatted in front of him and said, "Son, if you can't hold on, don't force it. If you can't, mom will find a job and help you save money to buy souls."
"No, I want to save money myself." Tang Wulin said firmly.
Langyue resisted her tears, and kissed her son's face again and again, "Okay, then let's go."
Aolai City is not big, and there is no need to take any means of transportation. Langyue walked Tang Wulin for more than 20 minutes, and came to a small front room.
The exterior of the front room looks a bit dilapidated, and the signboard above says Mangtian Studio.
By the time I reached the door, a metallic smell had already hit my face.
Langyue rang the doorbell, and after a short time, the door opened, and a middle-aged man walked out from inside.
The middle-aged man was tall, dark-skinned, and his beard looked a little fierce.
"Siblings are here." His voice was deep and forceful, and Tang Wulin felt a little humming in his ears.
"Uncle Mangtian." He politely saluted this uncle whom he had met several times.
"Yeah." Mangtian nodded expressionlessly, and then said to Langyue, "Let's go back, brother and sister, and pick him up in two hours."
"Brother Mangtian, I'll trouble you." Langyue was a little reluctant to look at her son, and wanted to say something, but she still gritted her teeth and held back.