"Xiao Gang, I'm sorry to trouble you about this matter."
In front of the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City, Yu Xiaogang, Fred and Zhao Wuji were 'protected' by a group of Wuhun Palace's palace knights. Fred, who had a profiteer temperament on his face, was a little flustered at this moment.
Guilt.
The three of them came to Wuhun City for a small gathering after the Light Festival. Before they had even had a few drinks, they were visited by the Temple Guard Knights from Wuhun City, but it was because Zhao Wuji's affairs were exposed.
Five years ago, after the death of the previous generation of Pope Qian Xunji, the Wuhun Palace experienced a period of management chaos, which resulted in a lack of control over many soul masters. Coupled with the promotion of caring people, many ruthless gangsters emerged.
Zhao Wuji also caused some troubles in his anger back then. Three years ago, he had a direct conflict with the deacons sent by the Wuhun Temple. After escaping from the encirclement and pursuit by the sixteen Wuhun Temple bishops, he became famous and won an unexpected award.
The nickname of King Dong Ming.
Zhao Wuji's behavior must have been registered in Wuhun Palace. If he was discovered in Wuhun City, the outcome would definitely not be good. But the strange thing is that the strong men from Wuhun Palace did not take action after surrounding them.
, but said that the Pope wanted to see Yu Xiaogang, who was the lowest among them.
Fred knew some of Yu Xiaogang's past, so he naturally felt sorry for today's incident.
"Boss Fu, please wait for me with Brother Zhao for a while."
Yu Xiaogang turned his head and said to Fred and Yu Xiaogang, and then entered the Pope's Palace under the leadership of the Temple Guard Knights. The splendid Pope's Palace did not let him look away until he came to the meeting hall.
Inside the side hall, he moved his gaze to the center of the side hall.
Pope Bibi Dong was currently handling tedious matters at the desk. He raised his head after hearing the footsteps, and their eyes just collided in the air, without any sparks bursting out.
There was something more in Yu Xiaogang's indifferent eyes, some apologies, some memories, and more of a sense of sadness. Bibi Dong's eyes also had complex changes, and finally became calm.
"You're here. I haven't seen you for a long time. You didn't see me even when you came to Wuhun City. If it weren't for the incident involving Zhao Wuji, you probably wouldn't be willing to come at all."
Bibi Dong's soft and melodious voice can easily make people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes became hard and he said in a deep voice: "I...I don't know how to meet you. We have changed a lot over the years. You are the Pope of Wuhun Palace, and I am just the Pope of Blue Lightning Overlord Sect.
Abandoned disciple."
Bibi Dong stared at Yu Xiaogang, "Blue Lightning Overlord Sect? Are you reminding me of something!"
"Your Majesty the Pope, I don't mean anything else, but I feel that some of the practices of Wuhun Palace in recent years are really..."
Yu Xiaogang originally thought that he had given up long ago, but when he saw Bibi Dong again, he couldn't help but feel agitated in his heart. Thinking of the recent situation of his family, there were some things in his heart that he couldn't say out loud.
"Are you teaching me how to do things, trying to persuade me to give up suppressing the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect? Yu Xiaogang, I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still so naive."
Before Yu Xiaogang could say a few words, Bibi Dong interrupted him. She closed her beautiful eyes slightly, took a deep breath and looked at Yu Xiaogang again. She suddenly smiled, "After all these years, I have seen
It seems that I am too persistent.
You are no longer the Yu Xiaogang you used to be, but you are still so childish. And I am no longer the Bibi Dong you were. Well, there is nothing to talk about between you and me in the future. You go, Zhao Wuji's
Wuhun Palace will not pursue the matter any further."
"Okay...goodbye."
Yu Xiaogang hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to get up and leave, because he didn't know what he should say. It was already over between them, so it would be better to make it clear.
Yu Xiaogang's figure disappeared deep into the arch. Bibi Dong kept looking at him. When his back completely disappeared, Bibi Dong smiled, with tears in her smile, and tears dripped down her chin and fell to the ground.
She suddenly felt that she was ridiculous. After so many years, why did she still give herself hope?
Everything has passed, and she is no longer the same person she once was. After all, she has to say goodbye to the past. She has become a demigod. After all, this person will only be a memory in her long life. She really deserves to say goodbye to the past.
Let it go.
…
Douluo Continent, Fasnuo Province in the southwest of Tiandou Empire, south of Notting City, Holy Soul Village.
This is a small village with only more than 300 households. It got its name because a soul master of the soul saint level came out a hundred years ago. This is also the eternal pride of the holy soul village.
Most of the areas outside Saint Soul Village are agricultural lands. Large areas of farmland produce food and vegetables. Except for some villagers' own use, most of them are supplied to Notting City. Farming is also the main means of income for the villagers.
When a faint fish-belly white color rose in the distance in the east, on a hill that was only more than a hundred meters high adjacent to the Holy Soul Village, a thin figure of about five or six years old sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.
He sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, staring intently at the rising sun in the east, seizing the opportunity to use his skills. When he opened his eyes again, a faint purple light shone in his eyes.
"Hey! It's a pity that my cultivation has been stagnant for a while, and I don't know when I can break the bottleneck."
The boy believer stood up and sighed secretly, made a helpless expression that should never appear at his age, shook his head, patted his butt and jumped down the mountain.
If anyone saw him at this time, they would be very surprised. Every step the little boy took, he would be nearly a foot away. The uneven ground in the mountains had no effect on him at all, and he easily got out of the way.
It can move much faster than an adult.
This boy's name is Tang San, the son of Tang Hao, the blacksmith in the village. Children of the same age in the village often make fun of his name, but Tang San is very satisfied. Because he has a secret hidden in his heart, and this name suits him very well.
Mind.
The boy Tang San came all the way to the only blacksmith shop in the village, which was his home. His father smelled of alcohol and passed out drunk in the bedroom.
He came to the stove, stepped on the wooden stool skillfully, and opened the lid of the large iron pot. The aroma of rice came to his nostrils, and the porridge in the pot was already cooked. Every day before going up the mountain, Tang San would put the rice in the pot.
Get the firewood ready, and when he comes back, the porridge will be ready.
"It's a pity that the white rice porridge provided by the village church to the children every month can only be consumed on the spot, otherwise it can also replenish the father's health. Daily drinking is very harmful to the body..."
Tang San sighed and finished the porridge. Smelling the aroma of the porridge, he couldn't help but think of the white rice porridge in the church. "I don't know what kind of power this Spirit Hall is. It actually takes that kind of precious spiritual rice."
Come and nurse your children back to health.
Old Jack Dashu's whole person has changed since he went to Wuhun City. Churches, soul masters, and Wuhun Halls have also been built in the village. Unfortunately, I haven't awakened my soul yet, and I still know too little about this world.
Already."
"Tang Hao, Tang Hao..."
Tang San was about to call his father out to drink porridge when suddenly there were shouts from outside the door. He recognized the voice as Jack, the elder of the Holy Soul Village, and hurriedly came to the door to greet him.
An old man who looked to be in his fifties came to the door of the blacksmith shop. He was slender but energetic, his clothes were clean and tidy, and his hair was meticulously combed. He was none other than Jack, the village elder of Holy Soul Village and the church leader of Holy Soul Village.
Presiding Fr.
"Mistress, come to Grandpa Jack."
Old Jack waved to Tang San, carrying a rice ball in his hand. Tang San's eyes lit up when he looked at the rice ball in his hand.
He knew that the old village chief Jack was a good man, and everyone in the village respected him. In the early years, when Tang San's family was in the most difficult times, he often sent food over.
Originally, his father Tang Hao also respected this old man, although his attitude was a little colder, but since the village chief went on a pilgrimage to the legendary Wuhun City last year, after returning
He seemed to be much younger, and then he began to build churches in the village to preach the God of Angels of Light.
Tang San still remembers that the day when the church in the village was built, everyone was extremely happy, except for his father Tang Hao, who rarely drank too much that day, but worked hard all night, and the next day
From the beginning, my attitude towards old Village Chief Jack changed.
"What's up!"
A cold voice came from the bedroom of the blacksmith shop, and a tall figure walked out with somewhat staggering steps.
He is Tang San's father, Tang Hao, a man who looks to be in his fifties, about the same age as the young old Jack. His figure is very tall and burly, but his dress is not flattering.
A torn robe was worn on Tang Hao. There was not even a patch on it, revealing the bronze skin underneath. His relatively regular facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow. He looked sleepy and his hair was as messy as a bird.
It looks like a nest, and the beard on his face has not been trimmed for countless days.
His eyes were dull and dim, and even though the night had passed, the smell of alcohol on his body made people frown.
Old Jack glanced at Tang Hao with dissatisfaction and said in a deep voice: "Tang Hao, Xiaosan is almost six years old. The deacon of the Wuhun branch in Notting City just sent the news that he will come to the village to hold an awakening ceremony in two days. Xiaosan will be here this year.
You should also participate.”
"The Wuhun Palace awakens the Wuhun for others, and just buys people's hearts."
Tang Hao's tone was indifferent, and he even had a bit of hostility when talking about Wuhun Palace.
Old Jack looked extremely angry, "Tang Hao, pay attention to your words, how can you slander Wuhun Palace, which is the representative of the God of Angels in the world. Do you know how wrong this kind of behavior is, even if you don't think about yourself?
Think about it, you should also think about the mistress.
I have watched this child, Xiaosan, grow up, how obedient and sensible he is, but it is because of your unfulfilling father that his life is so bad.
Since Xiao San calls me grandpa, I have to be responsible for him. This time he awakens his martial soul. Even if Xiao San fails to awaken his innate soul power, I will find a way to make him a soul master. If it doesn't work, he will become a priest like my old man.
, served by God-given soul power..."
"Bangdang..."
Before Old Jack finished speaking, Tang Hao, who was drinking porridge, suddenly put down the chipped bowl, and the edge of the bowl hit the stove with a muffled sound.
Tang Hao held the bowl tightly in his hands and said in a deep voice: "My son can't become some bullshit priest and run to serve that God of Angels. Don't worry, he must have soul power."
Old Jack was very dissatisfied with Tang Hao's attitude, but Tang Hao talking like this in front of him made him feel even more pressured, so he could only say coldly: "You... forget it, why am I arguing with you."
Tang Hao didn't say much. He glanced at Old Jack, then at Tang San, and said calmly: "Forget it, let him participate in the awakening ceremony. When that day comes, I will ask him to gather at the church."
Old Jack said: "I'll pick up my mistress in three days. Hey! You should be more careful."
Tang Hao nodded, ignored the village chief, walked to the stove, made a bowl of porridge, and wolfed it down without caring about Tang San.
"Mistress, you should eat this, don't waste it on some drunkard."
Old Jack glared at Tang Hao dissatisfied, then handed the rice ball in his hand to Tang San's mouth, and watched with his own eyes as the child finished eating before leaving.
"Martial spirit awakening? Will this be an opportunity for me to break through my bottleneck?"
After Old Jack left, Tang San began to deal with the mess that Tang Hao had made on the stove. While dealing with things, he couldn't help but think about the awakening of the martial spirit. He could feel that his father seemed to be related to the martial spirit.
There are some disputes in the palace.
…
In the early morning of the third day, Tang San and Old Jack came to the church in the center of the village.
This was originally the Wuhun Hall in the village. Of course, it was just a small wooden house at the beginning. It wasn’t until the village elder Jack came back from a pilgrimage and then mobilized the villagers to repair it that it became what it is today, which is pretty good.
building.
This was not the first time Tang San came to the church in the village. When he entered the church, the first thing he saw was a large pot with thick porridge boiling, and a group of people who had not awakened their martial spirits.
The children were all drooling there.
"Baiyang rice porridge, according to what I asked the village chief several times, this thing is hard to find in the outside world. However, the Wuhun Palace uses it to give monthly meals to people who have not awakened their martial souls, and they have no skills.
Refining energy is really a waste."
Tang San thought to himself, but his pace was not slow. He came to the pot and waited for Old Village Chief Jack to share the porridge. However, this time, Old Village Chief Jack did not share the porridge immediately, but kept waiting.
Not long after, a young man in his twenties came to the church. He was dressed in white clothes with a black cloak on his back. In the center of his chest, there was a fist-sized word "hun". This was the standard for people directly under the Wuhun Palace.
dress up.
"Deacon Su Yuntao."
"Old Father Jack."
After Old Jack and Deacon Su Yuntao greeted each other, Old Jack began to share the porridge, "Deacon Su Yuntao, this porridge has just been hot out of the pot. You probably haven't had breakfast yet, please have a bowl of cushion."
Belly, there are eight children who need martial arts awakening today."
"Thank you, Father..."
Su Yuntao was hesitant, but finally accepted it. As an insider of Wuhun Palace, he knew how precious this Baiyang rice was. Except for part of it, which was directly allocated to various parts of the mainland to cultivate children who had not awakened Wuhun, the rest was
The price of one or two bets is sky-high.
Tang San carefully observed Su Yuntao and thought to himself, "Is this the deacon of Wuhun Palace? It seems that his steps are weak and his strength is average. His porridge is wasted, and he also robbed me of my weight."
After a bowl of hot porridge, Su Yuntao began to awaken the martial spirits for the eight children, including Tang San. The martial spirits in the Holy Soul Village were diverse and strange, and Tang San's eyes were opened this time.
"Father Jack, this time three people with soul power have appeared in your Holy Soul Village, which is a good thing. However, the boy with the Scythe Martial Spirit and the girl with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul have less than one level of innate soul power.
"
Before Su Yuntao left, he warned: "There is another Blue Silver Grass martial soul with innate soul power, so we can train it well..."
"So, this is soul power, soul master..."
When Su Yuntao and Old Jack said goodbye, Tang San seemed a little dazed. Maybe it was the first time he encountered such a difficult problem, or maybe it was something else. In short, he was going to embark on a different journey.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._