BSI Chapter 122 Tang Hao's Change
Chapter 122 Tang Hao's Change
Chapter 122 Tang Hao's Change
Jiang Siming returned to Yuexuan, and Tang Yuehua arranged a room for him close to Tang San.
After all, Tang Yuehua was Tang San's aunt, and logically she was also Jiang Siming's elder. Even if she was dissatisfied with Jiang Siming, it was impossible for her to target him openly. So Jiang Siming paid the amount and didn't say anything.
As night fell, Jiang Siming sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated.
"Knock knock knock" there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Siming opened the door, and it was Tang San, holding an exquisitely crafted mask in his hand.
"Brother Siming, this was made by Aunt Yuehua." Tang San handed the mask to Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming was a little surprised, but his hand unconsciously took the mask.
With a silky touch, the white mask is embroidered with golden patterns, making it look noble and elegant.
Jiang Siming put on the mask, and couldn't help but admire Tang Yuehua's craftsmanship and the accuracy of the materials. This mask is not only extremely transparent, but also very comfortable to wear. The mask blocked the half of Jiang Siming's exposed skull. The exquisite white and gold mask matched with the handsome half of his face looked even more charming.
"Brother Siming, there's also this." Tang San said as he took out a wig.
Jiang Siming touched his head which was half hairless, and reluctantly accepted the wig.
"Brother Siming! Aunt Yuehua said that if I want to stay in Yuexuan, I must learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting from her." Tang San scratched his head and said embarrassedly.
This was obviously Tang Yuehua making things difficult for Jiang Siming. After all, if a spirit master was asked to learn these things, who would spend the effort to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting unless it was a situation like Tang San?
"Okay!" Jiang Siming thought for a while and agreed. He couldn't calm down in the Yin-Yang Eyes before, so this time he had a chance to calm his restlessness.
Jiang Siming put on a mask and a wig and stood in front of the mirror. His entire temperament changed drastically.
"Xiao San! Call me Kakashi from now on!" Jiang Siming looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, and suddenly made a second-rate seal in front of the mirror.
“Understood.” Tang San certainly didn’t understand Jiang Siming’s joke and nodded. What Tang San was thinking about was the name Jiang Siming, which was now well-known in the mainland and was too ostentatious.
"Thank you, Xiaosan, and thank Aunt Yuehua for me." Jiang Siming said with a smile.
Tang San also looked at Jiang Siming with a smile. The relationship between the two had long exceeded the boundaries of friendship.
One year later, two handsome young men were playing the guqin on the stage in Yuexuan. One of them had half of his face covered by a mask.
The noble ladies in the audience, all wearing gorgeous clothes, looked at the two people on the stage with admiration. In the melodious music, the audience seemed to hold their breath, fearing that the beautiful mood would be destroyed.
As the last string was plucked, there was warm applause from the audience.
Jiang Siming and Tang San looked at each other and bowed to the audience.
Jiang Siming and Tang San have become accustomed to the screams and flying kisses from all kinds of beauties in the audience.
This year, Jiang Siming completely relaxed his body and mind for the first time since the battle with the Spirit Hall. Unexpectedly, his soul power training was twice as effective with half the effort, and he has now reached level 56.
As for Tang San, because of Jiang Siming, he did not practice with Tang Hao for too long, and it took him more than a year to get out of the killing system, but his level was almost the same as in the original book. At this moment, he has reached level 57, which is even one level higher than Jiang Siming.
Of course, if we really compare them, the quality of Jiang Siming's soul power is far from what Tang San can match.
After the performance, Jiang Siming and Tang San found Tang Yuehua.
"Aunt, Brother Siming and I have to leave." Tang San looked at Tang Yuehua reluctantly.
"Good boy, if you have any difficulties, be sure to tell your aunt." Tang Yuehua gently stroked Tang San's face. In her heart, Tang San was her own child.
"Aunt, goodbye." Jiang Siming also said with a bow.
Tang Yuehua looked at Jiang Siming, with an indescribable feeling in her eyes. After spending nearly a year with Jiang Siming, Tang Yuehua always avoided Jiang Siming intentionally or unintentionally.
Jiang Siming was the first person to take advantage of her, and this dirty bastard did it unintentionally, which to a certain extent aroused Tang Yuehua's competitive spirit as a woman.
Tang Yuehua couldn't figure out how she felt about Jiang Siming, but whenever she had this thought, the huge age gap made her feel a little daunted.
Jiang Siming naturally ignored Tang Yuehua's thoughts about him, but although Jiang Siming couldn't accept others just because they liked him, it would be unfair to himself, unfair to the other party, and even more unfair to Zhu Zhuqing.
Besides, Jiang Siming believed even more that Tang Yuehua's feelings for him were because of the accident that night, when she mistook the embarrassment of their meeting as love.
After saying goodbye to Tang Yuehua, Jiang Siming and Tang San once again stepped out of this bustling city.
Orioles are singing and dancing, and swallows are greeting each other with laughter. But in the lively Moon Pavilion, there is a beautiful woman who is silent and depressed.
Back in the valley, the dilapidated cabin had been rebuilt, a fence had been built next to the house, and some rice was planted around it. There were all kinds of flowers and plants, all trimmed very neatly, like a hermit's paradise.
Jiang Siming and Tang San saw from afar that Tang Hao, who was originally sloppy, had shaved off his messy beard and changed his clothes that could no longer be repaired.
Tang San saw the change in Tang Hao and ran forward in a hurry. Jiang Siming looked at everything around him. It was totally different from the desolate place when he came last time, and he felt a little surprised.
Seeing Tang Hao with intact hands and feet, he couldn't help but smile. It seemed that what he said last time had some effect.
"Dad!" Tang San looked at the smiling Tang Hao, tears welling up in his eyes unconsciously.
This was the first time he saw his father smile. Just a smile made this calm and tough boy cry.
"Why are you crying, man?" Tang Hao immediately frowned and scolded Tang San, but this scolding was the sternness of a father that Tang San had not seen for a long time.
Jiang Siming did not break the atmosphere between the two people in front of him. Looking at Tang Hao and Tang San, who were kind to their father and filial to their son, Jiang Siming couldn't help but think of his own parents.
The mist slowly obscured Jiang Siming's sight, and it seemed as if two somewhat hunched figures appeared before his eyes again.
In the hut in the evening, Tang Hao carefully brought out a pot of blue silver grass.
"Dad, why do I feel a sense of familiarity?" Tang San looked at his father puzzledly.
Tang San unconsciously released the Blue Silver Emperor, and the pot of Blue Silver Grass seemed to rhythmically entwine around Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor.
"She is." Tang Hao was about to speak.
The blue silver grass that was originally entangled with Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor stretched out towards Jiang Siming with some desire.
The air in the room suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Siming looked at the blue silver grass wrapped around the mini chaos clock in his palm and smiled awkwardly.
Jiang Siming just wanted to try out whether his Chaos Bell had any effect on plant soul beasts.
Feeling Tang Hao's gaze, Jiang Siming always felt like he was flirting with someone else's wife in front of him.
(End of this chapter)