The Legend of the Dragon King

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“Wait a minute.” Tang Zilan called Tang Mailin.

“What's wrong, Dad? ”

Tang Zilan patted himself on the chair, "Come on, sit down, Dad has something to discuss with you. ”

“Oh.” Tang Mailin sat down with his father, looking at his face with some confusion.

"Son, you have chosen to become a soulmaster," Tang Ziran said. “Your father supports you. But Dad said that there are a lot of difficulties that you have to face, not just in terms of learning, but also in our family. ”

“For every integer level the Sorcerer reaches 10, he needs a soul loop to make a breakthrough. A long time ago, the circle of souls was gained through the hunting of soul beasts. But after tens of thousands of years of research, the soul has an advantage over the soul ring, the soul above the upper order can also be growable, and can be manufactured manually to a certain extent. The soul is equivalent to the spiritual existence of the soul beast, and different levels of soul can give the soul master one or more rings, while we ordinary people, have only one way to acquire the soul, which is to buy it from the Spiritual Tower. ”

“Daddy's got nothing to do with it, his salary is meagre. Feeding our family is okay, now there's more, as you can see, you two little guys have a lot of food. So, when your soul reaches level 10, it's hard for Dad to save money for buying a lowest random soul. ”

“There are two ways to acquire souls from the Spiritual Tower, one being that the martial souls are exceptionally good and train fast learners who can get their first soul for free. But obviously, your bluesilver grass doesn't have this free opportunity. So there's only the second way to buy. ”

Don Danglin listened to his father, he couldn't help but get a little dizzy for a while. He really never thought about it, yeah! For a soul master to have a soul ring, the soul ring can be brought directly by the soul beast, or it can be obtained by integrating the soul. Soul beasts are now extremely rare and too difficult to obtain. Then only buy the soul.

A six-year-old has a faint idea of money. But the real issue was already before him.

“Dad, what do I do? ”

Tang Zilan smiled bitterly: “That's all Dad has got. Over the years, Dad has worked hard to get you some help. But it also takes your own efforts. Do you remember Uncle Tin Tian? ”

“Remember! Didn't he come to our house before?” Tang Dynasty Lin's mind emerged with a somewhat fierce and tall middle-aged image.

"'Your Uncle Tian Tian is a brilliant forger,' said Tang Ziran. Dad told him about our family, and he said he could give you a chance to be an apprentice. Two hours a day, the first three months are learning, and three months later, if you can forge something simple, you can make a little money. ”

Tang Dailin's eyes lit up, “I'd love to, Dad. When can I start going? ”

Tang Ziran looked at him deeply and said, "Forging is a tough thing. Are you sure you can do this? ”

Tang Mailin nodded. "I can do it! I save my own money for souls. ”

Tang Zhi chuckled, “Okay, then try it. If you can't stand it, we won't go. ”

Dad, I'll go meditate. ”

Tang Mailin went back to his room and a drop of liquid fell on Tang Zilan's shoulder. Tang Zizhen turned his head and behind him was his wife, who had blurred tears.

“Dandelion is so small, why are you doing this? We saved him some money and should be able to save his soul.” She was full of swallowing, but she would never disobey her husband, but this time...

Tang Zhi sighed softly, "Blue silver grass martial arts soul trying to become a soul master is too difficult, forging is a craft. Lin Lin is young, but his character is strong. Forging is not only able to forge metal, it is also a process of grinding him. If he really can persevere, not only can he have a means of earning a living when he grows up, but he can also exercise his personality to the detriment of Bailey, and you know our situation, I fear that one day, we..., of course, if Lin Lin can get the approval of Heaven, it would be better. He's got a higher professional grade than I was. ”

The next morning, I said goodbye to Mom and Nat, and Tang Dynasty Lin Xing went to school with joy.

One night of meditation made him feel more and more intimate with the Blue Silver Grass soul, so much so that he had a special affection for Blue Silver Grass.

The Sorcerer Class does not learn the Sorcerer's knowledge every day, but one day the Sorcerer's knowledge, one day the Culture Class. Today it's culture class.

Tang Danglin is very smart, listening and serious, and the culture class was also praised by the teacher.

“Mom, why did you pick me up? Where's Nat?” As soon as he left the school, Tang Danglin saw Luang.

A little heartache appeared in his eyes, and he quickly walked over to pick up his son.

“Mom, put me down, I'm already a big boy, how embarrassing it is for my classmates to see! ”

Luang “Pu” smiled, “How old are you also my son. Mom sent you to Uncle Tin Tian. Do you really want to learn forging? ”

Tang Mailin nodded. "Yeah! Dad said that men need to be self-reliant, and I need to earn my own money to buy souls. ”

Lang laid down his son and squatted in front of him: “Son, if you can't hold on, don't force yourself. If you can't, Mom will also find a job to help you save money for your soul. ”

“No, I want to save my own money.” Tang Mailin said firmly.

Luang Zheng endured not letting his tears stay, kissed and kissed his son in the face, "Okay, let's go. ”

Arrogant city is not big, and you don't need to take any transportation, Langlai walked with Tang Mailin for more than twenty minutes to a small front door room.

The exterior of the facade looks a little worn out, with the sign on it that says Five Letters of Heaven Studio.

Just walked up to the door and the smell of metal had swept in.

Lang rang the doorbell for a short time, the door opened and a middle-aged man walked out of it.

The middle-aged man was tall, dark-skinned, and his beard looked a little harsh.

“Here comes my brother and sister.” His voice was low and ambitious. In his ears, Tang Danglin felt a little buzzing.

“Uncle Tin Tian.” He courteously saluted this uncle who had seen him several times.

“Mm-hmm.” Nodded with no expression, then wandered, "Sister, go home and pick him up in two hours. ”

“Brother Tin Tian, please.” Luang Xuan was a little reluctant to see his son, what he wanted to say, but finally he bit his teeth.