Chapter 50 What About You Touching Porcelain?

Notting city gate.

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

After half a year, both Tang San and Xiao Wu have grown a lot taller, Tang San seems to be stronger, thinks that he should be trained by ironing every day. With a bit of determination on his face.

Beside Tang San, Xiao Wu looked around, as if she was a little curious about where the Holy Spirit Village mentioned by Xiao San would be?

"OK."

Wang Feng nodded and glanced at Xiao Wu. Although he was still wearing the school uniform of Notting College, he had grown taller just like Tang San.

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

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

Xiao Wu pursed her lips and said, "Fortunately, there is Xiao San for you to play with me. Brother Feng is too powerful to beat him, so I don't want to feel uncomfortable."

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

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

There was only Tang San who practiced with her for a long time. Wang Feng is generally rare, because he needs to greatly suppress his strength because he is training against the two.

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

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

Tang San suddenly asked, "This year, you have played against us several times. I feel that your strength has never declined. I wonder if your spirit power has declined..."

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

But this year, Tang San has rarely seen Brother Feng use his martial arts. Even if he occasionally competes with them, he can fight them back and forth purely by virtue of his physical fitness.

"Yes, Xiaosan also told me about his teacher's analysis. Brother Feng, my soul power and Xiaosan have improved a lot~"

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

That guy Xiao Chenyu knew that Wang Feng had a thousand-year-old spirit ring, but the analysis of the master was obviously not something he could analyze.

Xiao Wu smiled and raised her chin: "We haven't fought for several months. Xiaosan should be at level sixteen, but I'm almost at level seventeen!"

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

Hearing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine as long as it doesn't drop, that is to say, the side effects brought by the thousand-year spirit ring may really not be as serious as Grandmaster imagined for Brother Feng.

"Hee hee, then we can surpass Brother Feng, you should still remain at level fifteen."

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

Hearing this, Wang Feng suddenly felt a little dazed.

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

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

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

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

I vaguely remember that this year in the original book, Xiaosan's father left, and Xiaowu also had a formal relationship - brother and sister.

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

Wang Feng looked at the smoke-filled village in the distance, and his eyes suddenly became vague.

Holy Spirit Village.

"Hey, little San, your village seems to look pretty good..."

In the afternoon, the three finally reached the door of the Holy Spirit Village.

One year does not seem to have brought much change to this small village. The water from the small fountain in the central stone pillar at the entrance of the village,

Still clarified.

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

From time to time, a few mischievous children were followed, chattering loudly.

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

Xiao Wu jumped over and walked over, looking and asking.

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

Tang San walked over, explaining with a smile.

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

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

An old and familiar figure came from a distance, it was Old Jack.

After not seeing each other for a year, Wang Feng found that the wrinkles on Grandpa Jack's face increased a bit, and time was making people grow old.

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

Wang Feng walked over and supported Old Jack.

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

Old Jack glared at Wang Feng, "However, just come back."

As he said that, Old Jack suddenly looked at Xiao San, opened his mouth, hesitated a bit and said, "Little San, your father..."

"Grandpa Jack, I'll go back and see my father right now."

Tang San said something excitedly, and then took Xiao Wu and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

Xiao Wu originally wanted to read the story on the stone pillar, but after hearing Tang San's rare excitement, she directly followed.

"...Uncle Hao should be leaving?"

Wang Feng said suddenly.

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

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

Wang Feng didn't answer, just helped Grandpa Jack to the blacksmith shop, watching Tang San in a daze inside.

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

Old Jack said angrily, "After handing the letter to me, he left without caring about Tang San's feelings... I'll go and give the letter to Tang San."

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

Wang Feng thought to himself, Uncle Hao should have come to see Xiaosan, right?

However, with Uncle Hao's temperament, it is unlikely that he will look at the mistress directly in person. It is estimated that he is secretly watching from a corner.

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 saw him occasionally. He came here several times, and he was secretly watching you. Sometimes, when you were working, sometimes when you were 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, he doesn'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 should clean up your home first."

With that said, Wang Feng helped Old Jack out.

Wang Feng walked along the village, most of the people brought some small gifts, after doing these things. Wang Feng came to the long-lost and familiar grove.

Although it has only been more than a year, Wang Feng seems to have the illusion that he is living in a dream.

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

I stroked the familiar big trees and the various trap marks left on them, and stepped on the squeaking branches and weeds under my feet.

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

It's where the dream begins.

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

chirp...

The rough and familiar chirping sound made Wang Feng feel like he was traveling.

On the ground in the distance, there was a small blue bird lying down, twitching and blood still splattered all over.

It is said to be small, but it is actually very large, 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 shocked:

"Damn it, shouldn't you... It's the bird I rescued more than a year ago, right? Why are you so seriously injured? How about touching me?"