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Nottingham gate.

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

After more than half a year, both Tang San and Xiao Wu had grown a lot taller. Tang San seemed to have become stronger, probably from the exercise of blacksmithing every day. There was a bit of determination on his face.

Next to Tang San, Xiao Wu looked around, seeming a little curious about where the Holy Soul Village that Xiao San mentioned would be?

"Okay."

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

However, the two of them 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 he will be in the next few years."

Xiao Wu pouted and said, "Fortunately, I still have Xiaosan to play with. Brother Feng is too powerful. I can't beat him. I don't want to make myself uncomfortable."

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

There weren't many people in the junior college. After Xiao Chenyu left, there was basically no one who could compete with Xiao Wu.

Only Tang San could practice with her for a long time. Wang Feng usually has very few, because when sparring with two people, he needs to greatly reduce his own strength.

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, right?"

Tang San suddenly asked, "In the past year, you have fought with us several times. I feel that your strength has not declined. I wonder if your soul power has declined..."

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

But in the past year, Tang San rarely saw Brother Feng using his martial spirit. Even if he occasionally competed with them, it was purely based on physical fitness that he could fight them back and forth.

"Yes, Xiaosan also told me about his teacher's analysis. Brother Feng, Xiaosan and I have greatly improved our soul power~"

Xiao Wu also later found out about the thousand-year soul ring. But among the students, they were the only two who knew it.

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

Xiao Wu giggled and raised her chin: "We haven't fought for several months. Xiao San should be at level 16, and I'm almost at level 17!"

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

Hearing this, Tang San felt relieved.

As long as there is no decline, that is to say, the side effects caused by the thousand-year soul ring may not be as serious to Brother Feng as the master imagined.

"Hehe, then we have surpassed Brother Feng. You should still be at level fifteen."

Xiao Wu waved her fist, "Xiao San and I will definitely defeat you next time."

When Wang Feng heard this, he felt suddenly in a trance.

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

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

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

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

I vaguely remember that in the original book, Xiao San's father left during this year, and Xiao Wu 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 smoky village in the distance, his eyes suddenly a little misty.

Holy Spirit Village.

"Hey, mistress, your village seems pretty good..."

In the afternoon, the three of them finally reached the entrance of Holy Soul Village.

One year seems to have not brought many changes to this small village. The water in the small fountain with a central stone pillar at the entrance of the village is still clear.

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

From time to time there were a few naughty children following, making noises.

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

Xiao Wu jumped over and asked while looking.

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

Tang San walked over and explained with a smile.

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

"Xiaosan, Xiaofeng, why are you back?"

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

After not seeing him for a year, Wang Feng noticed that Grandpa Jack had a few more wrinkles on his face, as time makes people age.

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

Wang Feng walked over and supported Old Jack.

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

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

As he said that, Old Jack suddenly looked at Xiaosan, opened his mouth, hesitated for a while and then said: "Xiaosan, your father..."

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

Tang San said something excited, and as he said that, he took Xiao Wu and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

Xiao Wu originally wanted to see the story on the stone pillar, but hearing Tang San's rare excitement, she just followed it.

"...Uncle Hao should be leaving, right?"

Wang Feng said suddenly.

"Well, he left...how did you know?"

Old Jack nodded and subconsciously replied: "Well, he left...Xiao Feng, how did you know?"

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

"This guy Tang Hao is really irresponsible..."

Old Jack said angrily, "After handing the letter to me, he left directly without caring about Tang San's feelings... I will hand the letter to Tang San."

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

Wang Feng thought to himself, Uncle Hao must have come to see Mistress, right?

However, with Uncle Hao's temperament, it is unlikely that he would look at the mistress directly in person. He would probably watch secretly from a corner.

Thinking about this, Wang Feng walked in, looked at Tang San who looked disappointed, and said:

"Mistress, actually Uncle Hao should have come to Notting City to see you."

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned.

"Really, I saw it occasionally. He came here several times and always looked at you secretly. Sometimes, it was 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 about it, but he may not want to meet you for some reasons."

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

"I understand, thank you, Brother Feng."

Wang Feng waved his hand and said:

"Then I'll go back first. You and Xiao Wu can clean up your own 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 grove that he had not seen for a long time.

Although it had only been more than a year, Wang Feng seemed to have the illusion of being in a dream.

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

Stroking the familiar big trees and the various trap marks left on them, stepping on the branches and weeds that creaked under my feet.

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

It’s really the place where dreams begin.

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

chirp...

The rough and familiar chirping gave Wang Feng the illusion of traveling through time.

On the ground in the distance, there was a little blue bird lying suddenly. It was twitching and there was still blood all over its body.

Although it is said to be small, it is actually very big, at least half the size of Wang Feng.

but…

Wait, why is this scene so familiar to me?

Wang Feng looked at the little blue bird and was shocked:

"Damn it, you couldn't be... the little bird I saved more than a year ago, right? Why the hell do you look like you're seriously injured again? What about me?"