Chapter 192 Tang Xiao’s anger
Wuhun City, in front of the dilapidated thatched house.
Tang Hao's figure looked particularly decadent, as if he had been deeply eroded by time and endless regret. His eyes were empty and distant, as if he had penetrated the swaying wine cans in front of him and saw the past that he didn't want to look back on.
Dressed in rags, with an unkempt beard, and smelling of alcohol and the stench of not bathing for many years, the former Haotian Douluo now looked like a traveler forgotten by the world. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew by, rolling up a few dead leaves and making a rustling sound, adding to the desolation.
All around, there are overgrown weeds, broken walls, and dilapidated scenes; in the distance, there are bustling streets, which are in sharp contrast to this dilapidated place.
The bustling streets of Wuhun City are bustling with people and brightly lit, like another world. There are many shops on both sides of the street, with a wide variety of products, ranging from rare medicinal materials to exquisite soul tools, all demonstrating the prosperity and power of this city of soul masters.
Occasionally, groups of soul masters wearing gorgeous armor patrol by. Their steps are firm and powerful, and their eyes reveal the desire and confidence for power. Being able to serve as the guards of Wuhun Palace is something that the soul masters in Wuhun City today long for and envy. things.
However, amidst the bustle and bustle, Tang Hao's figure seemed particularly lonely and out of place. His existence is like a crack deliberately left by time here, reminding people of Haotian Douluo's past glory and present loneliness.
A breeze blew by, bringing the aroma of wine and food from the restaurant in the distance, and gently brushed Tang Hao's weathered face. He moved the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just smiled bitterly.
Shaking the empty wine can in his hand, a complex emotion flashed through his hazy eyes, including nostalgia for the past and confusion about the future.
He slowly stood up and reached out to knock down the falling green leaves above his head, but after all, one of the leaves seemed to have taken root, hiding in his bird's nest-like hair and unable to get out. That touch of green took root on the top of his head.
He staggered a few steps, as if he wanted to walk towards the dimly lit street, but stopped at the last moment. He changed his direction and walked towards a relatively remote alley.
He knew very well that it was impossible for a street restaurant that was magnificent and had many customers to "support" him. On the contrary, it is the kind of remote alleys, hidden in some unknown corners, where you may be able to find a little solace.
Passing through the narrow alley, we came to a dilapidated tavern. There is no hustle and bustle on the streets of Wuhun City here, only a few dim lanterns swaying in the wind, casting mottled light and shadow.
In the tavern, there were several soul masters sitting at a few old tables who, like him, seemed to have been worn away by life. Tang Hao pushed the door open and walked in. The smell of low-quality alcohol and tobacco hit his face, but he felt extremely friendly.
Several downtrodden soul masters present stopped their original conversations and cast disdainful and disgusting eyes on Tang Hao. They even began to sneer in low voices, "It's him again, asking for drinks again, that inferior quality I’m not afraid of getting sick from drinking too much wine.”
"What do you know? A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the original Titled Douluo is in trouble, he is still a great soul master. How can he die after eating some junk wine? Do you think he has been living well all these years? "
A thin spirit master with yellow hair on his head stood up, walked up to Tang Hao, and patted Tang Hao's chest with the back of his hand, "Hey, Haotian, are you going to pay for this fight? You always take advantage of me." It’s not a big deal to take advantage of the free wine in the tavern, right?”
Tang Hao looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly and said calmly: "Where did the wild dog come from? It's barking here."
Huang Mao was startled, then became furious. He grabbed Tang Hao's collar with both hands and lifted him up. "Don't forget, you are only level 21 now. Without your martial spirit, you will always be level 21." Soul power; everyone here can manipulate you, and they think you are the arrogant Titled Douluo!
You'd better be wiser and have a more correct attitude, otherwise, Wuhun City won't allow anyone to kill anyone! That’s right, but I didn’t say you can’t hit people secretly.”
"Haha, a bunch of low-level garbage soul masters are just looking for a sense of superiority here." The ridicule on Tang Hao's face was not concealed at all.
It's true that Wuhun City is the holy land of soul masters, but there are always a few soul masters with depraved ideas, low soul power, but high self-esteem. They have lost their reputation outside and live in hiding in such a place.
"Hmph, do you think you are still the awesome Haotian Douluo? You are just a joke now!" Huang Mao Soul Master shook Tang Hao away, dropped these words viciously, and turned back to his own On the seats, other soul masters around him also burst out with ridiculing laughter.
"Hey, Huang Mao, no, why can't you still bother him?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, shopkeeper, give the legendary Haotian Douluo a plate of fennel beans and let me pay for it."
Tang Hao ignored their ridicule. His eyes passed through these people, as if he was seeing through the dust of the years. He slowly walked to the corner of the tavern, where there was an old table with a pot of wine and several empty glasses. He sat down on his own, picked up the wine bottle, poured a full glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
The turbid liquid, mixed with unknown foreign matter, burned his throat.
"Ahem——"
For Tang Hao at this time, as long as he can drink, he doesn't need a bicycle.
He grabbed a handful of fennel beans given by others and swallowed them in his mouth. This was his dinner tonight. It has to be said that even if you don't work in Wuhun City, you can still survive. Of course, you can only survive.
The owner of this tavern is an old man in his 60s who is at the Soul Lord level. He glanced at Tang Hao and said unconsciously: "I heard that the Wuhun Palace has revoked the punishment of the Haotian Sect. Now the Haotian Sect has Now that I can enter the world again, I don’t know what kind of waves will happen in the soul master world.”
Hearing this, Tang Hao, who was almost tipsy, suddenly became excited, raised his ears and listened carefully. "Old man, you are overthinking it. It is true that the Haotian Sect was very strong back then, but it was not that he was kicked out by the Wuhun Palace and ran into the mountains and forests in despair. Even if he comes back, what will he do? Well, Wuhun Palace's current reputation far surpasses that of those sect royal families.
I don’t know how many soul masters have been benefited by Lin Feng Shengzi’s innate soul skills. Let’s talk about me. My innate soul power is only level 2, and the quality of my martial soul is not good enough. If I can’t break through as a soul master at the age of 20, how can I break through with a 40-year-old soul master? There is no hope for the master. If you can reach the Soul Master at the age of 80, you will have to burn high incense.
But the five paths of Holy Son Lin Feng allowed me to break through the soul master before the age of 20, and my martial soul was transformed once. In addition, the path has some physical strengthening effects, and I am now confident that I will be 30 years old before my potential disappears. Breakthrough great soul master. "
Everyone agreed, "It is true. Before the age of 20, it is recognized as a period of rapid growth in the soul master world. Those of us with very low innate soul power have failed on the road of transformation without obtaining soul rings to transform our martial souls. Now, at least, There is a way. The path brought by the Holy Son cannot be measured in terms of its usefulness to us."
The boss nodded slightly, "What I'm saying is that this is also the reason why the lower-level soul masters are more and more respected by the Wuhun Palace. The original name of the Shangsan Sect has not been mentioned in the past few years. When recruiting students, the Wuhun Palace in various places The academies are more popular than those traditional sects. Wuhun Palace not only controls a large amount of training resources, but also holds the key methods to improve the potential of soul masters.
As long as you join, you are guaranteed to be the first to enjoy new and good things in the future. I really hope His Royal Highness the Son’s soul vein theory can be perfected soon. By then, I really don’t know how powerful the soul master will be. "
"Yeah yeah."
Tang Hao listened to these discussions silently, with a complicated smile on his lips. He had mixed feelings in his heart, he was shocked by the current power of Wuhun Palace, and also worried about the future of Haotian Sect. He knew very well that it would not be easy for the Haotian Sect to regain its strength, especially with such a powerful background of Wuhun Palace.
"Huh, Spirit Hall, Holy Son Lin Feng..." Tang Hao whispered to himself, a sharp light that was hard to detect flashed in his eyes, "No matter what, the glory of Haotian Sect cannot be tarnished. I, Tang Hao, even if I have fallen to this , and will never bring shame to Haotian’s name.”
He raised his head and drank the wine again, "Boss, keep accounts."
The tavern owner was stunned for a moment, then he showed a playful smile and shook his head, "Why keep the account? You have never paid. I never charge for the drinks in this corner. You can drink as long as you want."
Tang Hao wandered away.
Looking at Tang Hao's leaving figure, the soul masters in the tavern sneered.
"What Haotian Douluo, he's just a beggar who comes to the tavern to eat and drink, oh no, he's just a eunuch, hahahaha."
Hearing these words, Tang Hao's steps suddenly stopped, and he clenched his hands tightly. Having his lower body crippled was the most unbearable thing for him. He looked back and noted down the person who made the mocking words. It was that Huang Mao, as expected, even Huang Mao should die!
A look of determination flashed in his eyes, and Tang Hao secretly swore in his heart that the humiliation he suffered today will be repaid a hundred times in the future.
As the night got darker, Tang Hao's figure gradually disappeared into the night of Wuhun City, returning to the leaky thatched house.
He casually picked up a pile of thatch, put it on his body, and fell asleep carelessly.
Secretly, Tang Xiao, who saw all this, had a sad and angry look in his eyes. He clenched his fists, and his nails almost dug into his palms. As the current head of the Haotian Sect, seeing his brother who was once as proud as the blazing sun now in such a state of decline, his heart felt as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.
Not long ago, after Wuhun Palace announced to the world that Haotian Sect could enter the world, he had already planned to come to Wuhun City in person.
The contact between the Haotian Sect and the outside world has never been severed. The innate soul-playing technique transmitted from Tang Yuehua, from the initial disdain, to shock, to joy and worry, the internal mentality of the Haotian Sect has undergone earth-shaking changes. .
Seeing that the outside soul masters have enjoyed the benefits of the path a few years in advance, and the experiments on soul veins have begun in the past few years, every force that was originally ranked has a quota, except for the four major families.
The Haotian Sect is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. After experiencing the blessing of the path, it would be a fool to doubt the authenticity of the effectiveness of the soul vein.
He specially chose a time near night to enter the city, and after greeting Wuhun Palace, he stayed in the city for one night, and then went to the Pope Palace and Douluo Palace the next day in order to get back the original promise Qian Daoliu had made. Inherit soul bones.
At the same time, on the night of the first day, I visited my brother Tang Hao.
He had thought that Tang Hao was having a bad life, but he didn't expect that he had degenerated to this level and was reduced to begging for a living. He still had level 21 soul power and could always live a better life by doing some work, but he didn't do that. .
Wuhun Palace still did not revoke Tang Hao's treatment, so he could only be trapped in Wuhun City.
How could you become like this when you were so high-spirited at first? Do you still deserve the name Haotian? Why would Ah Yin choose you? Meeting him may not be a good thing. Tang Xiao closed his eyes, adjusted his mood, and returned to his residence, preparing to go to Wuhun Palace for the first time tomorrow. contact.
He came here for several purposes, to find out the authenticity of the soul vein, Wuhun Palace's attitude towards the Haotian Sect, to get back the inherited soul bone, to visit his good brother, and to think about whether the Haotian Sect can really enter the world again.
(End of chapter)