The Final Family Reunion Happy Ending (As If)
Tang Liu wore a dark expression and said with extreme depression, "Did you see clearly? Even if you didn't see clearly, I'm not going to show you again. Go look at my brother's!"
Was his body really this frail?
If he had known, he would have practiced martial techniques together with Tang San!
Tang Hao stopped the laughter in his heart, decided not to argue with this little brat, and looked at his eldest son, who gave him much less peace of mind. "Xiao San, where is your Martial Soul?"
"Dad, I also have two Martial Souls," Tang San said.
"Oh?" Tang Hao was truly a bit surprised this time.
Two Innate Full Soul Powers, two Twin Martial Souls!
And both were his own sons!
After finishing, Tang San prepared to release his Martial Soul, but at this moment, Tang Liu first refused Tang San's support to avoid hindering him.
Yet the moment Tang San's hand left him, his legs went soft again, and he was about to fall forward.
Fortunately, Tang San reacted quickly this time and supported him in time.
It seemed Tang Hao's pressure was not so easy to receive either, and the fall just now was indeed not light.
"Dad, you support Xiao Liu first," Tang San glanced at Tang Hao.
"No! I, Tang Liu, would rather fall a hundred times, smash my face up, and die outside than have him support me!" Tang Liu resisted with a resolute expression.
Tang Hao's face darkened again.
Tang San: "..."
Tang Hao pulled Tang Liu over in one motion, restricting him in his arms to prevent him from falling again.
"Let go, I said I don't want your support—I'd rather have a wall support me than you!" I don't want to fall for this true-to-life trope!
Tang Hao's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't help using some force to press him down so he wouldn't move around.
"Don't move!" he shouted out.
Feeling a bit of pain, Tang Liu instantly became obedient.
Then, pressed tightly against Tang Hao's chest, he felt the warmth of Tang Hao's body and the faint scent of wine that drifted into his nose from time to time.
Was this... a father's embrace?
A feeling never experienced in his past life quietly crept into his heart at this moment.
It seemed... quite nice too...
Tang Liu quieted down, and the reluctant expression on his face faded away.
"Xiao San, release your Martial Soul," Tang Hao said.
Tang San uttered an affirmative hum, and then raised both hands.
Blue Silver Grass grew from his right hand. It was solid and lacked the golden veins on Tang Liu's grass leaves.
Tang Hao looked at that tiny clump of Blue Silver Grass and lost himself in thought once more.
Afterwards, the Clear Sky Hammer condensed on Tang San's left hand as well.
Tang San, who had exercised since childhood, was sturdier than Tang Liu. Even so, the left hand with which Tang San gripped the Clear Sky Hammer was still slowly sinking.
"Alright, Xiao San, put it away." Tang Hao took a deep breath, finally suppressing his stirred emotions.
Tang San nodded, withdrawing the Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer.
At the same time, he couldn't help feeling surprised, because in just this brief moment, the Mysterious Heaven Skill inner energy within his body had already been mostly consumed.
Tang Hao looked at Tang San with complex emotions, and after quite a while, slowly spoke. "Remember, in your future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand. Forever."
Tang San nodded in incomprehension.
Tang Hao quietly looked at him, and in the end, unable to hold back, pulled him over and tightly clasped him in his arms.
And so...
Tang Liu was almost squeezed to death.
"Mgh-oh-oh, f-fack mgh awww!" (Damn it, let me go!)
Over the next few days, Tang Hao seemed to have finally figured something out and agreed to let Tang San and Tang Liu go to the Soul Master Academy to study.
At the same time, Tang Hao also began to teach Tang San the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.
During this period, Tang Liu tried it once out of curiosity, and as a result, he wrestled with the forging hammer that Tang Hao usually used for smithing for a full half hour.
Because he couldn't lift it...
Tang Liu was so angry his face stayed dark for a whole day.
Of course, he still didn't think about exercising his body.
Just like that, three months of time quietly slipped away amidst the days when Tang Hao instructed Tang San in practicing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer every day, and Tang Liu dozed off on the side.
On this day, Tang San completed the crafting of two sets of Sleeve Arrows and originally intended to give one set to Tang Liu, but Tang Liu rejected it with a look of disgust under the excuse of "leave it for my future sister-in-law."
After finishing their daily cultivation, Tang San dragged Tang Liu home. Only, upon arriving home today, they unexpectedly did not find Tang Hao's figure.
Before long, however, Tang Hao returned and brought up the matter of going to Nuoding City to study. Only then did Tang San and Tang Liu understand that he had gone to find Old Jack the village chief.
"Hurry up and pack up; we leave at first light tomorrow. The smithing method I taught you can let you casually find a blacksmith shop in the city to work as an apprentice. The tuition and meal fees for you and Xiao Liu should be enough," Tang Hao said.
Afterwards, Tang Hao admonished Tang San and Tang Liu not to attach a soul ring to the Clear Sky Hammer, and also not to let anyone see or know of the Clear Sky Hammer's existence.
Though somewhat puzzled, Tang San noted it down very seriously, while Tang Liu for some reason felt somewhat gloomy and was in a daze all day. Though usually he was either sleeping or spacing out anyway.
At night, in the two brothers' small room.
"Third Brother, we're leaving tomorrow," Tang Liu looked at the ceiling in the dark and said.
"That's right, leaving tomorrow. Do you feel excited?" Tang San asked aloud.
"Excited? A little bit, but... I'm a bit reluctant to leave Dad..." Tang Liu said softly.
Tang San couldn't help smiling. "Rest assured, we can come back every holiday."
"I understand all the reasoning, it's just..." Tang Liu's voice suddenly grew quiet. "What if we come back, but Dad is gone?"
"Huh? Xiao Liu, what did you say?" Tang San didn't hear clearly.
"Nothing, I'm going to sleep," Tang Liu turned over and said.
Tang San felt it was a bit strange, but having no further suspicions, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
And so, dawn broke.
Early in the morning, Tang Liu unusually did not go with Tang San to the little hill, but stayed home alone.
He stayed by the stove all by himself, very carefully controlling the heat as he boiled rice porridge.
Before long, he rose again and walked toward the other side of the stove, where a wild chicken was currently stewing—the wild chicken that he and Tang San had set traps for nearly half a year to finally catch.
"It's a pity there are no seasonings left at home..." Tang Liu lifted the lid to check the color and muttered.
"Ding! The host can go pick some perilla and wild Sichuan pepper, and additionally can reference Guizhou cuisine, utilizing sourness to replace saltiness." Inside his mind, that Assistant System suddenly spoke up.
"Huh? This is actually a good method. I remember there are wild Sichuan pepper and perilla not far outside. As for sourness, I can use pickled vegetables!"
Thinking thus, Tang Liu couldn't help silly-smiling twice, then immediately ran outside the house, quickly picking back the wild Sichuan pepper and perilla. Then he went to the pickle jar to fetch some pickled chili peppers and scooped a bowl of pickle brine.
Come to think of it, this pickle jar was something Tang Liu had made himself, because when reading webnovels in his past life, he felt Tang San and Tang Hao ate far too blandly. Even if they couldn't afford meat, a delicacy like pickled vegetables that went best with thin porridge shouldn't be missing, right?
Additionally, utilizing traps to catch small animals was also something Tang Liu had proposed, though for now, the effect didn't seem very good.
(The chapter name is about to return to normal)
Alright, the author feels that letting all readers roughly understand the first five chapters of Tang Liu is enough, so I've posted them. Afterwards, the author is about to fall into a state of lost contact, updating once a day until the college entrance examination. I hope that when I return after the college entrance examination, I will be able to see that I too have a huge wave of book friends. (Actually I won't admit that it's because those quirky chapter names only exist for these five chapters that I only posted five)
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