Notting City Gate.

"Brother Feng, Xiao Wu will also go back with me."

After more than half a year, Tang San and Xiao Wu both grew a lot taller, Tang San thought that he wanted to be stronger, and he thought that he should have been trained by striking iron every day. There was a bit of fortitude on his face.

Next to Tang San, Xiao Wu looked around, as if he was a little curious about where the Holy Soul Village in Xiao San's mouth would be?

"Okay."

Wang Feng nodded and glanced at Xiao Wu, although he was still wearing the school uniform of Notting Academy, but like Tang San, he had also grown a little taller.

However, the two of them are still a head shorter than themselves.

"Eh, that guy Xiao Chenyu has already gone to the Intermediate Academy, I don't know how boring it will be in the next few years."

Xiao Wu pouted and said, "Fortunately, there is still a junior for you to play with me." Brother Feng is too powerful, I can't beat him, so I don't want to feel uncomfortable. ”

The three of them followed the road and set off in the direction of the Holy Soul Village, chatting on the road.

There are not many people in the junior college, and after Xiao Chenyu left, basically no one can compete with Xiao Wu.

There was only Tang San, who accompanied her to practice for a long time. Wang Feng is generally very rare, because he needs to greatly suppress his strength when he is playing against the two.

And most of the time, Wang Feng was either soaking in the Soul Beast Forest, or he was studying meditation and cultivation methods.

"Brother Feng, your soul power hasn't dropped, has it?"

Tang San suddenly asked, "In the past year, you have also fought with us a few times, I feel that your strength has indeed not decreased, I don't know if your soul power has decreased..."

Tang San was obviously still worried about Wang Feng's thousand-year-old soul ring, although at that time, Brother Feng had said that it would not have any impact.

But in the past year, Tang San had rarely seen Brother Feng use his martial spirit, even if he occasionally competed with them, he would be able to fight them back and forth purely by relying on his physical fitness.

"Yes, Xiao San also told me about his teacher's analysis. Brother Feng, the soul power of Xiao San and I has improved a lot~"

Xiao Wu also knew about the thousand-year-old soul ring later. But among the students, only the two of them know.

Xiao Chenyu's guy knew that Wang Feng had a thousand-year soul ring, but the master's analysis was obviously not something he could analyze.

Xiao Wu grinned and raised her chin: "We haven't been in a fight in months. The junior should be level sixteen, and I'm almost level seventeen! ”

"My soul power hasn't dropped..."Wang Feng shook his head.

Hearing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's good that there is no decline, that is to say, the side effects brought by the thousand-year-old soul ring may not be as serious as the master imagined for Brother Feng.

"Hehe, then we can surpass Brother Feng, you should still be at level fifteen."

Xiao Wu waved his fist, "Next time, Xiao San and I must defeat you." ”

When Wang Feng heard this, his heart suddenly felt a little trance.

For most of the past six months, he has been immersed in combat cultivation and various researches, and has not paid attention to the improvement of the soul power of the two of them. Although he lamented that because of the compression of his soul power, his cultivation and improvement speed was extremely slow.

But it seems like... Even if it's slow... It's also much faster than the speed of most people's cultivation?

"I'm looking forward to it." Wang Feng said with a smile.

Speaking of this, Wang Feng couldn't help but glance at Tang San.

vaguely remembers that in the original book, Xiao San's father left, and Xiao Wu also had a formal relationship - brother and sister.

"It's time to go back and see Grandpa Jack."

Wang Feng looked at the small village with smoke in the distance, and his eyes suddenly became a little misty.

Holy Soul Village.

"Hey, junior, your village seems to look pretty good..."

In the afternoon, the three of them finally walked to the door of the Holy Soul Village.

One year, it seems that it has not brought much change to this small village, and the water of the small fountain of the central stone pillar at the entrance of the village is still clear.

Occasionally, a few villagers are returning from the door, carrying various kitchen utensils.

From time to time, a few naughty children were followed by chattering and shouting.

"What is the stone pillar in the middle? What about the two mudras on it? ”

Xiao Wu walked over in a hurry, looking and asking.

"It's Brother Feng's masterpiece... A few years ago, our Holy Soul Village was still very poor. It's not like it is now... Clean rocky roads, nice fountain gardens..."

Tang San walked over and explained with a smile.

At this time, several voices suddenly sounded in the distance:

"Little San, Brother Feng, why are you back?"

The old and familiar figure, coming from a distance, was none other than Old Jack.

I haven't seen him for a year, and Wang Feng found that Grandpa Jack's face had a few more wrinkles, and time urged people to get old.

"It's winter vacation, come back early."

Wang Feng walked over and helped Old Jack.

"You kids, really. What a long way to go! ”

Old Jack glared at Wang Feng, "However, it's good to be back." ”

As he spoke, Old Jack suddenly looked at Xiao San, opened his mouth, hesitated for a while and said, "Xiao San, your father..."

"Grandpa Jack, I'm going back to see my father."

Tang San said something a little excitedly, and as he spoke, he took Xiao Wu and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

Xiao Wu still wanted to see the story on the stone pillar, but listening to Tang San's rare excitement, he followed him directly.

“… Uncle Hao should be gone, right? ”

Wang Feng said suddenly.

"Well, it's gone... How do you know? ”

Old Jack nodded, and subconsciously replied, "Well, it's gone... Kaede, how do you know? ”

Wang Feng didn't answer, just helped Grandpa Jack to the blacksmith shop, and was watching Tang San stunned inside.

"Tang Hao, this guy is really irresponsible..."

Old Jack said indignantly, "After handing over the letter to me, he left directly, not caring about Tang San's feelings... I'll go and hand over the letter to Tang San. ”

With that, he walked in and handed the letter to Tang San.

Wang Feng said in his heart, Uncle Hao should have come to see Xiao San, right?

However, with Uncle Hao's temperament, it is unlikely that he will look at Xiao San directly in person, probably in a corner, secretly watching.

Thinking about it, Wang Feng walked in, looked at Tang San with a lost face, and said:

"Little San, in fact, Uncle Hao should have come to Notting City to see you."

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned.

"Really, I also see it occasionally, he comes several times, and he is secretly looking at you. Sometimes it's when you're working, sometimes it's when you're in class..."

Wang Feng said with a smile, "So, you don't have to be sad, Uncle Hao is very concerned, but maybe for some reason, I don't want to see you." ”

Hearing this, Tang San's eyes were slightly sour.

"I see, thank you, Brother Feng."

Wang Feng waved his hand and said:

"Then I'll go back first, you and Xiao Wu will clean up their homes first."

As he spoke, Wang Feng walked out with Old Jack in his arms.

Wang Feng walked along the side of the village, and most of the families brought some small gifts, after doing these things. Wang Feng came to the familiar grove that he had not seen for a long time.

Although it has only been more than a year, Wang Feng seems to have an illusion like a dream in another world.

In this grove, there were too many tears he left behind at that time.

Stroking the familiar trees, as well as the various trap marks left on them, and stepping on the creaking branches and weeds under their feet.

Wang Feng pinched off a piece of blue silver grass, put it in his mouth, chewed it slightly, and sighed:

It's really where dreams begin.

After a while, Wang Feng suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on the front...

Twitter...

The rough and familiar chirping sound gave Wang Feng an illusion of crossing over.

On the ground in the distance, there was a small blue bird, which was convulsing at this time, and there was still blood left on its body.

said that it is small, but it is actually very large, at least half the size of Wang Feng.

But...

Wait, this scene, why am I so familiar??

Wang Feng looked at the little blue bird and was taken aback:

"Damn, are you... It's the little bird I saved more than a year ago, right? Why do you look so badly injured? What about touching me? ”