Space is something difficult to understand and describe.
Unlike "force", although space, time, and destiny are not as powerful as "force", other aspects are far beyond them.
The unique mystery of space.
The unique immortality of time.
The unique observational nature of destiny.
In terms of degree of difficulty, among the three thousand avenues, only these three are the most difficult.
"So how do I use it?"
Lu Yuan lay on the old little bed, raised his right hand, stared at the strange patterns on the back of his hand and muttered to himself.
The color of the texture is silver, and from the outside, it looks more like a circle.
Of course, the reason why I say "more like a circle".
Mainly because there is a straight silver horizontal line crossing the middle of the circle, destroying the integrity of the circle.
Unlike other children, Lu Yuan is the only one in this small village with innate soul power.
The reason why he is "the only one" is mainly because he is not the only one with innate soul power.
In the village, there was another possessor of innate soul power named Tang San.
He also has a drunkard, his name is Tang Hao.
In this regard, Lu Yuan was very glad that he had not forgotten the general plot after traveling through time.
Of course, if you look at the protagonist alone, Lu Yuan still thinks it would be better to hang out with Xiao Yan.
Compared with Tang San in Parts 2 and 3, Xiao Yan was quite loyal from beginning to end.
The idea is beautiful.
But the final result proves one thing - ideas are ideas, facts are facts.
Not to mention traveling across the world again.
Now he doesn't even know how to use his martial soul...
Lu Yuan could feel that the space at hand had been fluctuating very obviously.
Even the space around him fluctuated.
This proves that his martial spirit is very closely related to space.
But he didn't know how to use or control it.
Tang San's first martial spirit, Blue Silver Grass, will follow a controlled development path, and then finally advance to Blue Silver Emperor to improve the quality of the martial spirit.
Tang San's second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, will follow a development path of strong attack. Since the quality of the martial spirit is extremely high, there is no need to improve the quality of the martial spirit.
In other words, even if Tang San wanted to improve the quality of the Clear Sky Hammer, he could not make any progress.
But he is different.
The space system has no shortcomings.
Both in terms of attack and defense.
Even auxiliary aspects are involved.
The development route was clearly arranged and he didn't need to worry about it at all.
The only thing that was holding him back was that the door in front of him couldn't be pushed open.
If you can't even get started, the future you imagine is just a dream.
Lu Yuan, who was deep in thought, didn't notice the time at all.
It wasn't until his stomach growled that Lu Yuan came back to his senses.
The sun sets in the west.
The sky is getting dark.
It was indeed time for dinner.
Lu Yuan sighed softly, put on his shoes, walked to the kitchen and looked at the rice vat.
Sure enough, there was not a grain of rice in the rice vat.
Her little face couldn't help but fall.
Although his memory is excellent and worthy of pride, memory cannot be eaten...
After drinking more water and soothing his protesting stomach, Lu Yuan returned to bed, covered himself with quilt, and closed his eyes.
"Go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep..."
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
A short, strong and urgent knock on the door woke up Lu Yuan, who was just a little sleepy.
"Who!?"
"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, open the door. I am your Grandpa Jack. I have something to ask your opinion."
Lu Yuan couldn't help but cursed: I still have Joseph...
Of course, this didn't stop him from getting up and opening the door.
After pouring a glass of water and putting it in front of the village elder Jack, Lu Yuan sat on the chair on the other side, listening to the old man Jack talk about the problem.
After a while, Lu Yuan briefly summarized what Old Jack said.
It is nothing more than a question of who will be given the admission quota.
Although I am enrolled as a work-study student, as a child from a small village, it is actually very good to have an enrollment quota.
After all, it is a junior "soul master" academy.
If it were normal, there would be no suspense about who this quota would be given to.
But this year, two geniuses with innate soul power appeared at the same time.
Tang San was clever and lovable.
But although he was born with full soul power, his martial soul was a useless martial soul like Lan Yincao.
The road ahead seems to be destined.
Although Lu Yuan was also born with full soul power, no one knew what the martial soul was.
Even Su Yuntao, the deacon of Wuhun Hall in charge of the awakening, said that he didn't know what the child's Wuhun was.
There are patterns all over the body, just on the back of the hands.
Can ghosts recognize what this martial spirit is?
Could it be that it is an anti-counterfeiting mark given by God?
A genius whose martial spirit is useless, a genius whose martial spirit is uncertain.
There is only one place for admission.
From the moment he woke up to now, for most of the day, Old Jack only felt that his hair was falling out in fistfuls...
"Then what did Tang San say?"
"Don't mention it! The mistress really wants to go, but you also know the bad temper of that drunkard."
"I have to stop the mistress at all costs and not let the mistress go!"
As soon as he mentioned it, Old Jack was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.
Lu Yuan spread his hands and said: "Since Tang San's father stopped Tang San from going, then it's better to give this place to me."
"Anyway, there's a high chance that Tang San won't be able to go."
"If it's wasted, it's wasted."
"Why don't you give me a try? What if I can make a name for myself?"
Old Jack couldn't help but nodded.
This makes sense.
However, although the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, there will always be a bias.
Old Jack inevitably still had the slightest hesitation.
"Furthermore, Grandpa Jack, you think this way: Tang San's martial spirit is already useless, but my martial spirit hasn't figured out what it is yet."
"Even if my martial spirit is also a useless martial spirit, it's only half a catty to eight ounces, which is about the same as Tang San."
"But what if my martial spirit is not a useless martial spirit? If it is a useful martial spirit, wouldn't it have greater potential than Tang San?"
"Think about it, is this true?"
Lu Yuan's words moved Old Jack.
Old Jack slapped the table excitedly: "Okay, I'll give you the admission quota in our village."
"You pack up, I'll see if I can find a time in the next two days to take you into the city."
"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."
Lu Yuan stood at the door and said as he gestured to see Old Jack off, but Old Jack quickly stopped him.
Looking at Old Jack's retreating back, Lu Yuan closed the door, returned to bed and fell asleep peacefully.
But at this moment, there are still many people who can't sleep.
For example, Tang San was lying on the bed, turning over and over anxiously.
Are you really willing?
Tang San asked himself.
Many questions have a clear answer.
But there are also some questions that have multiple answers.
You can't tell which of these answers is right or wrong.
Because there is no right or wrong in the question itself; therefore, there is no right or wrong in the answer.
Listening to the slight noise coming from the side room, a complicated look flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.
Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and the mouse's son can dig holes.
With the Blue Silver Grass in one hand and the Clear Sky Hammer in the other, Tang San was born with a lot of soul power. Not being a soul master would be a waste of talent.
But after becoming a soul master, it is almost impossible to live a quiet, stable, and ordinary life.
To follow his path and live in his shadow...
Still don't know anything, live a stable and happy life...
"Ah Yin, what should I do..."
As he said this, Tang Hao had already made up his mind.
As a father, neither emotion nor reason should stand in the way of his children's pursuit of their dreams.
He is not a qualified husband, and he has never been a qualified father.
Chapter completed!