We all have golden fingers (Douluo + Onmyoji)

High-level shikigami cannot be summoned repeatedly.

Ding Bei didn't say it explicitly, but Tang San also considered it carefully.

"Beibei, they are following us. Can you summon them back in time if needed?"

Tang San led the two little girls down the mountain, and in the distance they could see the wooden houses at the head of the village at the foot of the mountain.

Ding Bei successfully verified a system vulnerability. The dispatched shikigami can indeed connect with other people, and there is no time limit.I am feeling happy right now.

Hearing Tang San ask this, she had a question mark on her face: "Why not?"

It is impossible for Shikigami to escape his control, let alone the owner of Shikigami.

"That's good."

Tang San felt Ding Bei's obviously brighter mood, and smiled reassuringly: "My home is in front of me."

I have been away from home for a year, and I don’t know how my father is doing now.

Tang San looked at his home that was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help but feel a little homesick.

The sour feeling in my heart and the endless thoughts turned into a sigh: It’s great to have a family!

Only with the existence of home can people have no worries.

Getting closer and closer, the dilapidated wooden house came into view clearly, and the door could be seen open. Tang San simply started running in three steps and two steps at a time.

Striding into the door: "Dad! I'm back!"

Ding Bei and Xiao Wu were both a little surprised. After all, in the past year, although the relationship between the three of them had gotten better and better, Tang San really spoke very little and had a very calm personality. He rarely showed his emotions like this.

Xiao Wu understood, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed: "It's great, I haven't been home for a long time..."

Ding Bei comforted: "I no longer have a home, and you still have family to care about. It can't be worse than mine."

Xiao Wu thought of Ding Bei's "miserable" life experience and felt a little embarrassed: "Let's not talk about this anymore, Xiao San ran too fast, let's go find him!"

The wooden house was dilapidated and not too dusty. Ding Bei Xiaowu walked into the house and saw an old man standing with Tang San.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack. The house is in such a mess and I have two classmates coming as guests, so I won't keep you here."

Tang San's mood was obviously low. The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I understand, Xiao San, if you need anything, come to me."

Tang San neatly folded the papers in his hands and carefully stuffed them into his chest pocket.

"Dad is gone."

Tang San picked up the scattered baskets on the ground and set up the leaning casting tools in the corner: "There is only one letter left."

Ding Bei and Xiao Wu looked at each other and silently joined the team cleaning the room.

"He must have more important things to do."

Xiao Wu suddenly said: "No one wants to leave their children."

Tang San's mood was depressed, but not to the point of being autistic. Hearing Xiao Wu suddenly say such serious and emotional words, he was somewhat relieved.

"I know."

Tang San put down the rag in his hand: "I know dad must love me very much. It's just a bit regretful that we didn't have time to see each other again."

…………

The master is organizing his bookshelf.

Others looked down upon these books, but only Tang San regarded them as treasures.

Tang San's departure made the already taciturn master feel empty. After all, after a year of getting along with him, he not only regarded Tang San as his salvation, but also regarded him as his own son.

There were also Xiao Wu and Ding Bei, two lively girls. Not only did Tang San regard them as good friends, he also regarded them as close juniors.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

The master's trance was interrupted and he frowned strangely:

"Please come in."

The wooden door opened in response, and a tall figure walked in slowly. His gray clothes lifted up as he walked, bringing some life to this almost dead man.

The master stood up almost instantly, his martial spirit activated instantly, and he made a defensive posture: "Who are you?"

Without him, this strange man who seemed to be extremely down and out, exuded the ultimate coercion that was even more powerful than Tiao Xiao.

The master quickly analyzed the minute clues, trying to figure out the identity and purpose of the man in front of him.

The black hair that had not been taken care of for a long time had grown messily past the shoulders. It could be seen that the firm and firm outline of the face was also covered with wrinkles, and the eyes were even more cloudy and lifeless.

The man didn't seem to care about the master's caution.

"Grandmaster."

The man's voice was hoarse, and his vocal cords were like dead wood that hadn't been soaked in water for a long time, as if he hadn't spoken for many years.

"If you think about it carefully, we haven't seen each other for 20 years. I look like this now. No wonder you can't recognize me..."

The master was suspicious: "You are..."

"I'm Tang Hao."

The man's calm tone didn't even sound like he was introducing himself, but it shocked the master into a trance.

"You...are Tang Hao? Are you really Tang Hao?"

The master quickly walked around the desk, but suddenly stood one meter away from the man. He hesitated to speak: "How could you..."

The master, who had always been reserved, could not suppress his inner surprise at this moment.

Tang Hao waved his hand lightly: "Don't mention the past anymore."

There was an unhidden fatigue between his words and actions: "I felt relieved when I knew that Xiao San's teacher was you."

The master calmed down the mixed feelings in his heart: "After I learned about Xiao San's other martial spirit, I had some guesses, but I never dared to confirm..." His father is really you.

"We met a few times back then, and I think I know you a little bit."

Tang Hao didn't want to talk more and said to himself: "Although your talents are limited, you are a tough-minded person. Your theoretical achievements are unparalleled."

The master is a person with arrogance in his bones, but at this moment he was slightly excited because of his recognition: "It's the mistress who is gifted, but I haven't done enough... The mistress has gone home, why are you here?"

"It's when he comes home that I come."

Tang Hao twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to smile: "I'm leaving. As the father of a junior, I should have come to meet my son's teacher."

"You want to leave? Where to go?"

The master seemed to have heard something incredible, and the paper in his hand had been pinched to the point of deformation: "The mistress is still young, you want to leave him alone?"

Tang Hao sighed, he didn't need to waste more words.

"It's just because he is still young that I want to leave."

The master also gave a stiff smile:

"That's your son."

Tang Hao closed his eyes:

"It's also your apprentice."

"Xiao San is still young. As his teacher, you will not let me down..."

The master looked at the person in front of him, and he didn't know how to express his surging emotions.

Is it his excitement for trusting himself, his anger for questioning his escaping from reality, his resentment towards his mistress for failing to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, or his pity for his current downfall and sinking.

In any case, he was not qualified to question.

God has given the man in front of him too many hardships, and his talent and pride are not enough to offset them.

"Listen, boy from the Yu family," Tang Hao took out a token and his momentum suddenly became fierce:

"I have been away from the soul master world for too long. Xiao San will grow up in the future, and his achievements will far exceed mine. He has chosen a path that is destined to be extraordinary. In the future, he will need more.

Now, I want to get back everything that belongs to me, for her and Xiaosan. "

"Remember, Tang San is my Tang Hao's son, my only son."

That's enough to give him some privileges.

For example, the token that Tang Hao casually threw on the table was engraved with six patterns.

Before the master could see clearly and look up again, there was no sign of Tang Hao in the room.

The master's hand holding the token turned blue:

"Tang Hao...sigh..."