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

After more than half a year, both Tang San and Xiao Wu have grown a lot taller. Tang San seems to be stronger, and thinks he should have been working hard every day.There was a bit of determination on his face.

Beside Tang San, Xiao Wu looked around, seeming 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 Notting College uniform, he was a little taller like Tang San.

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

"Hey, 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 pursed her lips and said, "Fortunately, there are Xiaosan you play with me. Feng Ge is too powerful, can't beat him, I don't want to be uncomfortable."

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

There were not many people in the junior college. After Xiao Chenyu left, no one could fight Xiao Wu.

Only Tang San, Chang Chang accompanies her to practice.Wang Feng is generally very rare, because he needs to greatly reduce his strength because of playing against the two.

And most of the time, Wang Feng was either soaking in the soul beast forest or studying the way of meditation practice.

"Brother Feng, your spirit power hasn't fallen, right?"

Tang San suddenly asked, "You have also fought with us several times in the past year. I feel that your strength has indeed not decreased, and I don't know if your spirit power has decreased..."

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

But this year, Tang San rarely saw Feng Ge using martial arts, even if he occasionally competed with them, it was purely on physical fitness that he could fight them back and forth.

"Yes, Xiao San also told me about his teacher's analysis. Feng Ge, my spirit power and Xiao San have improved a lot~"

Xiao Wu also learned about the Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.But among the students, only the two of them knew.

The fellow Xiao Chenyu knew that Wang Feng had a thousand-year spirit ring, but the analysis of the master obviously could not be obtained by him.

Xiao Wu chuckled, and raised her chin: "We haven't had a fight for months. Xiao San should be level 16 now, and I'm almost level 17!"

"My spirit power has not declined..." Wang Feng shook his head.

Hearing this, Tang San heaved a sigh of relief.

It's fine if it doesn't fall. In other words, the side effects brought by the thousand-year spirit 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 15."

Xiao Wu shook her fist, "Next time Xiao San and I will defeat you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng suddenly felt a little trance.

For more than half a year, he had been immersed in combat training and various researches, and had not paid attention to the improvement of the spirit power of the two.Although lamenting that because of the compression of his soul power, his cultivation speed is extremely slow.

But it seems like... even if it slows down like this... it's much faster than most people's cultivation speed?

"I look forward to it very much." Wang Feng said with a smile.

Having said that, Wang Feng couldn't help but glanced at Tang San.

I vaguely remember that this year in the original book, Xiao San's father left, and Xiao Wu also had a formal relationship-siblings.

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

Wang Feng looked at the smoky small village in the distance, his eyes suddenly a little ethereal.

Holy Soul Village.

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

In the afternoon, the three of them finally reached the door of Shenghun Village.

One year seems to have not brought much change to this small village. The water in the small fountain on the central stone pillar at the entrance of the village is still clear.

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

From time to time, there were some mischievous children chattering and chattering.

"What is the stone pillar in the middle? Are there two handprints on it?"

Xiao Wu bounced over, watching and asking.

"It's Feng Ge's masterpiece... A few years ago, our Holy Soul Village was still very barren. It's not like it is now... There are clean rocky roads, beautiful fountain gardens..."

Tang San walked over and explained with a smile.

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

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The old and familiar figure, coming from a distance, was Old Jack.

Having not seen him for a year, Wang Feng found that the wrinkles on Grandpa Jack's face were a little bit longer, and time was aging.

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

Wang Feng walked over and helped old Jack.

"You boy, really. It's such a long way!"

Old Jack glared at Wang Feng, "However, it will be fine if you come back."

With that said, old Jack suddenly looked at Xiaosan, opened his mouth, hesitatingly said: "Little San, your father..."

"Grandpa Jack, I will go back to see my father."

Tang San said a little excitedly, and then took Xiao Wu towards the blacksmith shop.

Xiao Wuben wanted to read the story on the stone pillar, but listening to Tang San's rare excitement, he just walked over.

"...Should Uncle Hao go now?"

Wang Feng said suddenly.

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

Old Jack nodded, and subconsciously replied: "Well, it's gone... Xiao Feng, how did you know?"

Wang Feng didn't answer, but he helped Grandpa Jack walk to the forge, staring at Tang San in a daze.

"Tang Hao is really irresponsible..."

Old Jack said angrily, "After handing the letter to me, he left directly, regardless of Tang San's feelings... I will hand 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 visited Xiaosan, right?

However, with Uncle Hao's temperament, it is impossible to see Xiao San directly in person, probably in a corner, secretly watching.

Thinking, Wang Feng walked in, looked at Tang San with a look of loss, and said:

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

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned.

"Really, I also saw it occasionally. He came several times and he watched you secretly. Sometimes, it was when you were working, sometimes when you were in class..."

Wang Feng smiled and said, "So, you don't have to be sad, Uncle Hao is very concerned, but for some reason, I don't want to see you."

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

"I see, thank you Feng Brother."

Wang Feng waved his hand:

"Then I'll go back first. You and Xiao Wu will clean up your home first."

With that said, Wang Feng helped Old Jack to go out.

Wang Feng walked along the village. Most people brought some small gifts. After doing these things well.Wang Feng came to the small woods he hadn't known for a long time.

Although only more than a year ago, Wang Feng seemed to have an illusion like a dream.

In this small forest, there are too many tears he left behind.

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

Wang Feng pinched off a blue silver grass, held it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and sighed:

This is where the dream begins.

After a while, Wang Feng stopped suddenly, his eyes fell in front of...

Chi Chi...

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

On the ground in the distance, a little blue bird was lying impressively, and it was twitching, with blood still all over it.

It's small, but it's big, at least half the size of Wang Feng.

but…

Wait, why am I so familiar with this scene?

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

"Fuck it, don't you... it was the little bird I saved more than a year ago? Why are you so badly injured again? How about touching me?"