novellhall Chapter 127 Tang Xiao Visits
Chapter 127 Tang Xiao Visits
Chapter 127 Tang Xiao Visits
Jiang Siming woke up again and opened his eyes. The person who came into his sight was none other than Tang Yuehua.
Her bright eyes looked at the half-faced beauty in front of her, and as Jiang Siming's eyelashes moved slightly, she turned her head away in panic.
"Oh!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Jiang Siming propped up half of his body. He had previously forced the two swords to merge into one, which had drained away his own soul power. Although he had recovered some of his soul power, he still looked a little weak.
"Is Xiao San okay?" Jiang Siming asked.
"Xiao San is fine. Big brother and the elders are discussing matters with Xiao San in the sect hall." Tang Yuehua answered in a lower and lower voice, fiddling with her fingers non-stop, like a shy little woman.
"There's no possibility between us!" Jiang Siming pointed out directly. The longer this matter is delayed, the less likely it will have a good result.
Tang Yuehua turned her head and looked at Jiang Siming in surprise, her lips trembling slightly, and she was speechless for a moment.
"I have a girlfriend. I can feel how you feel about me, but it's not love. It's just because of that accident!" Jiang Siming said calmly.
The sudden silence made the atmosphere in the room somewhat depressing.
"Don't be so conceited. I'm old enough to be your mother, so how could I like you?" Tang Yuehua suddenly stood up and said stubbornly.
Then he pushed the door open and left without looking back. In fact, Tang Yuehua herself was not sure how she felt about Jiang Siming.
It was just that her strong woman style made her very curious about this man who suddenly broke into her life.
"Being too good is a sin!" Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly.
Jiang Siming did not rush to find Tang San. The feeling of exhaustion filling his body made Jiang Siming feel very uncomfortable, so he sat down cross-legged to recover his soul power.
As his soul power circulated around his body, Jiang Siming was suddenly surprised to feel that his meridians seemed to have been widened, and the originally thick and sticky soul power was flowing more smoothly.
"My current physical condition still has room for improvement!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but be shocked when he opened his eyes.
Jiang Siming calmed down and closed his eyes again, and his spiritual power circulated again.
During the battle with the Seventh Elder, Jiang Siming suddenly had the idea of combining the two swords into one, and he unexpectedly succeeded. This also gave Jiang Siming a new revelation. Since the combination of the two swords can produce such great power, then the power produced by the fusion of all four immortal swords is probably unimaginable.
However, Jiang Siming was just thinking about it. With Jiang Siming's current soul power, he could only barely support the combination of the two swords, and it could only be used when risking his life.
The sky gradually darkened, and the sunset finally left the blue sky, waiting for the next encounter.
In the room, Jiang Siming took a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. The feeling of his soul power being filled made Jiang Siming feel refreshed all over.
At this moment, Tang San pushed the door open with a look of joy on his face.
"Solved?" Jiang Siming said.
"It's halfway done." Tang San said, his eyes revealing determination and confidence.
"There should be more than half a year left before the five-year agreement. What are your plans for the future?" Jiang Siming said calmly.
The appearance of Jiang Siming accelerated the development of the plot, and the trip to Haotian Sect was advanced by half a year.
"I want to go and bring Xiao Wu back." Tang San looked at Jiang Siming with a flickering look in his eyes. This was exactly what he was thinking in his heart, but he still had not completely let go of the barrier between brother and sister.
Jiang Siming naturally saw what Tang San was thinking, and he spread his hands and said.
"Xiao San, why didn't I notice you were so slow before? If we really talk about seniority, Xiao Wu's life span is enough to be your ancestor. Do you have to care about that title?"
Facing his own feelings, Tang San seemed a little dull, but he also felt that what Jiang Siming said was absolutely right, and couldn't help scratching his head.
Seeing the smile on Tang San's face that he himself didn't even notice, Jiang Siming couldn't help but murmured in a low voice, "I hope the tragedy won't happen again!"
"Brother Siming, since you are alright, I will leave first." Tang San came here to visit Jiang Siming. But it was obvious that Jiang Siming was alright, so he stayed to cause trouble?
"Go ahead." Jiang Siming did not try to keep him.
At midnight, everything was silent.
Jiang Siming neither fell asleep nor entered the white space, but continued to sit cross-legged in meditation.
"Is he here?" Jiang Siming suddenly opened his eyes and said as expected. Jiang Siming had been waiting for someone to appear.
The tightly closed door was slowly pushed open, and a tall figure stepped in.
Jiang Siming looked at the man in front of him and stood up slowly. Since the other party came to visit him so late at night, he had to give him some face.
"I wonder what can I do for you, Sect Master Tang?" Jiang Siming said with a smile.
The person who came was Tang Xiao. Looking at Jiang Siming who was calm and composed, Tang Xiao gave him a look of admiration without any hesitation.
"What is the relationship between you and Yuehua?" Tang Xiao's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Even though the pressure was not released, Jiang Siming, you felt a sense of oppression.
"Master Tang, based on seniority, I call her Aunt Yuehua, that's all." Jiang Siming said calmly.
"Really?" Tang Xiao obviously didn't believe it, and the overwhelming pressure immediately wrapped Jiang Siming tightly.
"Really!" Jiang Siming also replied, and the Tongtian Sword Intent instantly tore through Xiaotian Douluo's pressure.
Tang Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Siming in front of him as if he was thinking about something.
If a genius like Jiang Siming cannot be used for one's own benefit, it may cause disaster to the Haotian Sect.
If Jiang Siming and Tang Yuehua really become partners, it will be a great help for the Haotian Sect to gain a Titled Douluo-level combat force for free. Moreover, Jiang Siming has unlimited potential and may be able to assist Tang San and lead the Haotian Sect to new glory.
But now, due to the relationship between Tang San and Jiang Siming, Tang Xiao cannot completely trust Jiang Siming, and can't help but have the idea of getting rid of Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming never thought that this trip to the Haotian Sect would be smooth sailing.
After going through so many things, Jiang Siming also understood that there is no absolutely good person in this world. In the face of interests, everything is possible.
If Jiang Siming joined any powerful force at this time, Tang Xiao might not have the idea of dealing with Jiang Siming because of his concerns. But Jiang Siming was powerful, but did not belong to any force, which gave Tang Xiao the opportunity to hesitate.
"Master Tang, the reason I'm still here is all because of Xiao San." Jiang Siming said calmly.
Tang Xiao naturally understood what Jiang Siming meant. He wanted to leave and he couldn't stop him. Jiang Siming did have this confidence. If Tang Xiao took action against Jiang Siming, Tang San would definitely stop him. Not only would he not be able to keep Jiang Siming, but the already relaxed relationship between Tang San and Haotian Sect would also worsen.
"You are very good!" Tang Xiao looked at Jiang Siming with appreciation. Without saying anything else, he turned around and left.
Tang Xiao has already figured out Jiang Siming's attitude from his words. As long as Tang San is around, the chance of Jiang Siming and the Haotian Clan becoming enemies is almost non-existent.
Tang Xiao walked out of the door, followed by a beautiful figure.
"Yuehua, he is not suitable for you."
The beautiful figure behind him did not say anything, but just followed silently.
(End of this chapter)