novelhk Chapter 3: Tang 3: Do you dare to make a bet with me?
Chapter 3: Tang 3: Do you dare to make a bet with me?
"Brilliant!"
This means he can review the plot anytime!
You can find out exactly what will happen at what point in time, which character will appear where, and where the treasure is hidden!
What are time travelers most afraid of?
I'm afraid my memory will fade, and I'm afraid I won't be able to recall the details of the plot.
Now it's great, it comes with an offline database.
You can access key story walkthroughs every night before you go to sleep.
Mo Yi then flipped through other novels, movies, and TV series.
He discovered that everything he had seen in his previous life was here.
If you haven't seen it, then that's it.
That makes sense.
After all, this was his dream, and all the materials came from his memories.
"So, essentially, this dream is a manifestation of my memories?"
"So, does that mean my things are there too?"
Mo Yi suddenly felt a little nervous and anxious.
He closed the browser and opened the C drive.
An encrypted folder was found.
This file is not labeled with a name.
But Mo Yi knew what was inside.
That was three years in his previous life.
Carefully selected and categorized, organized by nationality, subject matter, and bitrate—these are the learning materials.
That's a full 10 GB!
"..."
Before opening it, Mo Yi glanced guiltily at the doorway.
There was no one there; this was his dream, not even a single NPC.
Therefore, there is no need to be cautious about anything.
"I did this simply to test my abilities!"
Mo Yi found himself an excuse and then eagerly opened it.
Europe and America, big foreign women!
The video loaded for two seconds, and then the screen popped up.
Oh……
It was a dream.
That's fine.
"Heh, it's just a dream, that's normal."
But since it's a dream...
Is it possible to take it a step further?
Mo Yi stared at the foreign woman on the screen, a thought flashing through his mind—
next second.
The woman who was shouting "Oh my god" on the screen actually walked out!
"..."
Mo Yi opened his mouth.
I don't know what to say.
……
An hour later.
Mo Yi lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, a sense of emptiness rising in her heart.
The foreign women had already been dismissed by him, their bodies shattering into light spots like pixels and disappearing.
"What am I doing?"
Mo Yi covered his eyes with the back of his hand.
Outside, Tang Hao was sharpening his knife, ready to pounce.
He has not yet avenged the murder of his father.
There's a ton of work to do right now.
As a result, he wasted his first night in the dream on reviewing his study materials!
"Mo Yi, Mo Yi, how can you do this after all the time you've spent traveling through time?"
but……
It wasn't entirely a waste of time.
He verified at least a few things—
First, the driver does indeed allow him to enter lucid dreaming.
Second, the dream world truly exists and possesses the structure of a subconscious ocean.
Third, he has almost unlimited control over his own dreams.
"Forget it, what's done is done, let's go to sleep."
"It really took a lot of energy to learn this."
Mo Yi yawned and then fell into a deep sleep.
early morning.
The thin mist over Holy Soul Village had not yet dissipated.
Old Jack, with his hands tucked in his pockets, walked through the dew to the blacksmith's shop.
He planned to find Tang San and explain the enrollment situation for next year.
Just as I arrived at the door, a series of clanging sounds of blacksmithing rang out.
"Hey, has the sun risen in the west? That drunkard Tang Hao is up so early?"
Old Jack peeked out.
The one wielding the hammer in front of the stove was not Tang Hao, but a thin, small figure.
"Hey mistress, what are you doing here forging iron? Where's your dad?"
Old Jack frowned.
Tang San put down the hammer, wiped his sweat, and smiled, "Grandpa Jack, Dad's still sleeping. Is there something you need him for?"
Although forging iron was tiring, Tang San felt very happy.
After awakening his twin martial souls yesterday, his father acted out of character, not only showing concern for him but also teaching him the techniques for generating power when forging iron.
Six years after his rebirth, this was the first time he had ever felt a father's love.
This made him feel that he had finally gained his father's approval.
Old Jack looked at Tang San's thin arms and was furious: "That bastard! He doesn't do any work himself, making such a young child suffer like this. You have innate soul power, isn't doing this kind of rough work a waste of your future?"
Tang San shook his head and said, "Grandpa Jack, you don't understand. Dad did all this for my own good."
Old Jack said, "Sigh, you're unlucky to have such a father. If it were any other family, they wouldn't treat their child like this."
"Grandpa Jack!"
Tang San raised his voice, sounding somewhat displeased, and said, "If you came here just to say things that could damage our father-son relationship, then please leave. You are not welcome in our home."
"You child... I said a few words to you, and you're getting upset?"
Old Jack shook his head. "How good Grandpa has been to you all this time? Have you already forgotten?"
Tang San pursed his lips and remained silent.
He admitted that he had been fortunate to receive assistance from the Jack family over the past few years, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to afford even porridge.
But that cannot justify his insults towards his father!
Once a father, always a father.
According to Tang San's rules, insulting his father is tantamount to opposing him.
Seeing Tang San's stubborn appearance, Old Jack felt extremely disheartened.
This kid looks well-behaved most of the time, but he's an ungrateful brat at heart.
I've been spoiling him for nothing.
"never mind."
Old Jack waved his hand, his concern fading, and said, "I've come to inform you of something. Yesterday, two people in our village awakened to full innate soul power. One is you, and the other is Mo Yi. But the village only has one work-study student spot. So the village has decided that Mo Yi will use the spot this year. You can wait until next year, or bring some grain, and I'll go to the neighboring village to see if I can borrow a spot for you."
Mo Yi?
Tang San was taken aback.
An image of an orphan, half a head taller than him, without parents, came to mind.
Is he also born with full soul power?
Could it be that innate full soul power is worthless?
How could two people with full soul power emerge from such a small mountain village?
At this time, Tang San had no knowledge of Soul Masters.
However, his Xuan Tian Gong is stuck at a bottleneck and he needs a soul ring to break through.
So now he's being told that his spot has been taken?
Does he have to wait another year or get food before he can go to school?
"Why should he go first?"
"I also possess innate full soul power, why should he be chosen instead of me?"
Tang San never even considered exchanging grain for a spot. After all, his family was dirt poor. All the money was given to his father for drinking, and he couldn't even get enough porridge. Where would he get the extra grain to borrow a spot?
Old Jack frowned and said, "Let's not even talk about the fact that Mo Yi's martial soul quality is better than your Blue Silver Grass. Besides, he's a native of Holy Soul Village, while your family are outsiders. Both morally and logically, the spot should go to him."
"Who said his martial soul quality is better than mine? I—"
Just as Tang San was about to say that he had twin martial souls, his father's warning flashed through his mind: Use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand.
So he swallowed the words back and instead said, "Grandpa Jack, although we're outsiders, we've lived here for several years. There are more than a dozen other families in the village who moved here later. Are they considered outsiders too? As the village chief, how can you have such narrow-minded prejudice? You're undermining the unity of Holy Soul Village!"
Old Jack was somewhat bewildered by this huge accusation.
How could a peasant who barely knew any characters possibly argue with a disciple of the Tang Clan who had lived two lives?
"What...what do you know, you little brat!"
Old Jack, his face flushed, said, "I'm the village chief, and I have my reasons for making these arrangements!"
Seeing that Old Jack was at a loss for words, Tang San pressed his advantage, saying, "Grandpa Jack, you know you're in the wrong. Since there's only one spot, the fairest way is for me and Mo Yi to fight. Whoever wins gets the spot, and whoever loses has to wait until next year."