From the power of space to the heavens 2

Chapter 1 1. Space
Space is something that is difficult to understand and describe.

Unlike "force", although space, time, and destiny are not as powerful as "force", other aspects are far beyond.

The unique mystery of space.

The peculiar indestructibility of time.

Observation unique to fate.

In terms of difficulty, among the three thousand ways, only these three are the most difficult.

"So how do I use it?"

Lu Yuan lay on the dilapidated little bed, raised his right hand, stared at the strange pattern on the back of his hand and muttered to himself.

The color of the pattern is silver, and from the outside, it looks more like a circle.

Of course, the reason for saying "more like a circle".

The main reason is that there is a straight silver horizontal line passing through the middle of the circle, destroying the integrity of the circle.

Unlike other children, Lu Yuan is the only one in this small village who is born full of soul power.

The reason why he is the "only two" is mainly because he is not the only one who is born with full soul power.

In the village, another possessor with innate full soul power is Tang San.

He also has a drunken mother named Tang Hao.

In this regard, Lu Yuan is very thankful that he has not forgotten the general plot after time travel.

Of course, if you only look at the protagonist, Lu Yuan still thinks it's better to hang out with Xiao Yan.

Compared with Tang San in the second and third parts, Xiao Yan is very loyal from the beginning to the end.

Ideas are beautiful.

But it turned out to be one thing -- ideas are ideas and facts are facts.

Not to mention crossing the world again.

Now he didn't even figure out how to use his martial soul.
Lu Yuan could feel the obvious fluctuations in the space at hand.

Even the space around him fluctuated.

This proves that his martial soul is closely related to space.

But he didn't know how to use and manipulate it.

Tang San's first martial spirit, Blue Silver Grass, followed the development route to control, and then finally advanced to the Blue Silver Emperor, improving the quality of the martial spirit.

Tang San's second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, will follow a strong attack route. 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, there was nothing he could do.

But he is different.

The space system has no shortcomings.

Whether it is attack or defense.

Even the auxiliary aspect is involved.

The development route was clearly arranged, so he didn't have to worry about it at all.

The only thing that baffles him is that the door in front of him cannot be pushed open.

If you can't even get started, the imagined future is just a dream after all.

Lu Yuan, who was lost 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 was setting.

It's getting dark.

Indeed it was time for dinner.

Lu Yuan sighed softly, put on his shoes, went to the kitchen and looked at the rice vat.

Sure enough, there was not a grain of rice in the rice jar.

The little face couldn't help but collapse.

Although his memory is excellent and something to be proud of, memory is not a meal.
After drinking some water and comforting his protesting stomach, Lu Yuan went back to the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes.

"Sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep."

Bang Bang Bang!
Bang Bang Bang!
The short, forceful and hasty knock on the door awakened Lu Yuan, who was just a little sleepy.

"Who!?"

"Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan, open the door, I am your Grandpa Jack, I have something to ask you about."

Lu Yuan couldn't help but slander and said: I'm still Joseph.
Of course, this didn't stop him from getting up to open the door.

After pouring a glass of water and putting it in front of the village chief, Old Jack, Lu Yuan sat on the chair on the other side, listening to Old Jack's rambling questions.

After a while, Lu Yuan briefly summed up what Old Jack had said.

It is nothing more than a question of who is given the admission quota.

Although I enrolled as a work-study student, as a child who came out of a small village, it is actually quite good to have a place for admission.

After all, it is a junior "soul master" college.

If it is normal, there is no suspense about who this spot will be given to.

But this year, two geniuses born with full soul power unexpectedly emerged at the same time.

Tang San is clever and lovable.

But although he is born with full soul power, his martial soul is a waste martial soul like Blue Silver Grass.

The way forward seems to have been doomed.

Although Lu Yuan was born full of soul power, no one knew what a martial soul was.

Even Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Wuhun Palace who was in charge of the awakening, said that he didn't know what the child's Wuhun was.

All over the body, there is an extra pattern on the back of the hand.

Can ghosts recognize what this Wuhun is?

Could it be the anti-counterfeiting mark given by God?
A genius with no martial soul, a genius with uncertain martial soul.

There is only one admission place.

After waking up to the present, after most of the day, Old Jack only felt that his hair was falling out in a large amount.
"Then what did Tang San say?"

"Don't mention it! Xiaosan really wants to go, but you also know that drunkard's bad temper."

"I have to stop Xiaosan to the death, not to let Xiaosan go!"

As soon as he said it, Old Jack blew his beard and stared angrily.

Lu Yuan spread his hands and said: "Since Tang San's father is preventing Tang San from going, then it's better for me to get this quota."

"Anyway, there's a high probability that Tang San won't be able to go."

"Waste is waste."

"Why don't you try it for me, 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 fleshy, there is always a bias.

Old Jack inevitably still hesitated a little.

"Furthermore, Grandpa Jack, you think this way: Tang San's martial spirit is already useless, but I haven't figured out what my martial spirit is yet."

"Even if my martial soul is also a waste martial soul, it's half a catty to eight taels, and it's about the same as Tang San."

"But what if my martial spirit is not a waste one? If it is a useful one, wouldn't it have more potential than Tang San?"

"Think about it, isn't that the truth?"

Lu Yuan's words moved Old Jack.

Old Jack slapped the table excitedly: "Okay, I'll give you the admission quota in our village."

"Clean up, I'll take a look at some time in the next two days and take you into the city."

"Then trouble you."

Lu Yuan stood at the door and talked, making gestures to see Old Jack off, but Old Jack stopped him quickly.

Seeing the back of old Jack going away, Lu Yuan closed the door, went back to bed and fell asleep peacefully.

But at this moment, there are still many people who cannot sleep.

For example, Tang San who was lying on the bed, tossing and turning anxiously.

Are you really willing?
Tang San asked himself.

Many questions have a definite answer.

But there are also some questions that have more than one answer.

You cannot say which of these answers is right and which is wrong.

Because there is no right or wrong in the question itself; therefore, there is naturally no right or wrong in the answer.

Hearing the slight noise coming from the side room, a complex look flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

The dragon begets the dragon, the phoenix begets the phoenix, and the son of a mouse can make holes.

With blue silver grass in one hand and Clear Sky Hammer in the other, Tang San, who was born full of soul power, would be a waste of talent if he wasn't a soul master.

But after becoming a soul master, it is almost impossible to live a quiet, stable, and ordinary life.

To walk his way and live in his shadow.
I still don't know anything, and live a peaceful and happy life
"Ayin, what should I do?"

As he said that, Tang Hao had actually made up his mind.

As a father, neither emotion nor reason should block the way for children to pursue their dreams.

He wasn't a good husband, and he never was a good father.

But this time, he wants to try to be a qualified father.

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(End of this chapter)