Douluo who started from a small grass

"My lord, may I follow you? I will do anything for you."

The girl was very humble. She had just woken up from a horrible nightmare and wanted to find someone to rely on.

Unfortunately, Qian Jiuye had no intention of accepting her.

He just said calmly:

“I don’t need slaves, I don’t need followers.

If you really think so, then work hard to survive and become stronger.

Only in this way can you possibly see me again. "

The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm turned back into golden lines, shining behind him. Qianjiuye raised his hand and patted the girl on the shoulder, then returned to his carriage.

The confused girl stood there blankly, looking at Qian Jiuye's back in a daze.

In her heart, a seed appeared inexplicably, and the information she got from it told her that she seemed to be able to practice.

The moment she awakened her martial soul at the age of six, the big shot in the Wuhun Hall who awakened her martial soul for them told her that she didn't have any talent for cultivation.

And her martial spirit is just a wild flower that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

His innate soul power was zero, and he didn’t even have the chance to embark on the path of cultivation.

But just today, after being patted on the shoulder by that young man, a seed appeared in her heart inexplicably. The seed took root in her heart and slowly sprouted. Through that seed, she could finally feel the soul power. .

And being able to feel soul power means that she can practice. Even if her talent is a little low, as long as she has soul power and can practice, it means that the future is infinitely broad.

The girl was very excited. She stumbled and ran forward with the carriage. However, her feet were unsteady and she fell directly to the ground. She could only helplessly watch the carriage go away.

Not long after, a group of soldiers wearing Wuhundian standard armor came to the village.

They plan to help the villagers in this village relocate, as this place is no longer suitable for them to live.

"Sir, do you know the name of the young man who helped us just now? How should we repay him?"

The girl returned to the village a little disappointed, and heard the village chief asking the soldier in armor.

The soldier was a little impatient, but for some reason he still answered the village chief's question.

"You must remember that His Highness just now is the current Holy Son of our Wuhun Palace.

It is the innate supreme being.

His Royal Highness the Holy Son is a super genius with an innate soul power of level 30.

In the future, he will also be the greatest pope in our Wuhun Palace.

As for his name, that's not what you should know. "

The soldier spoke very proudly, as if he was talking about himself.

But what he said made the whole village stunned.

"The person who saved us is actually His Royal Highness the Son."

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son is so young and so powerful."

"You are truly worthy of His Royal Highness the Holy Son."

The villagers were talking and excited, and the excitement diluted some of the sadness.

But the reality has not changed at all. They are still homeless, displaced and need to move.

After knowing who the person who saved her was, the girl secretly made up her mind. No matter what, she must see the Holy Son again and repay his life-saving grace.

Thinking of this, the girl blushed and was a little excited.

Because she could feel that the seed in her heart was beating with her rapid heartbeat.

It was as if he felt her mood.

Qian Jiuye didn't care about the seed he planted casually and had no other plans.

He just saw a life unwilling to be ordinary, and casually gave her a glimmer of hope.

There is a saying that goes well: giving hope to others also gives hope to oneself. Maybe one day she will help him.

Even if the seed doesn't blossom, it doesn't matter. It's just done casually and does not require any reward.

That seed is actually Qianjiuye's own Tao.

In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths at the end of the Immortal Ancient Age in the previous life, everyone's path of cultivation was different.

Everyone has their own path, their own method, and Qianjiuye's path is the seed.

His own birth is a seed, and sprouting out of the ground is what he has experienced.

So he turned all of this into his own law, his own way.

And the basis of everything is that nutrients are absorbed in the earth, accumulated hard, and ready to break out of the soil and grow branches and buds at any time.

It's that simple.

That's why it is said that everything in Qian Jiuye is instinct, but he spent a long time summarizing instinct and creating his own way and method.

But obviously, such a simple thing is still not enough, so he has been thinking about it and added a new way, a shortcut, that is faith.

Another half day passed before Qian Jiuye finally arrived at the marked location of the killing capital.

But this is not a killing city, but a small town that looks a little gloomy.

The atmosphere of the town was a little strange. Everyone seemed to be working with their heads down. In their eyes hidden in the shadows, Qianjiuye could see the faint blood and madness.

According to what was recorded in the book he had read, Qian Jiuye came to a tavern.

The tavern was not busy and was only half full.

The moment Qian Jiuye pushed the door open and entered, the entire tavern instantly became quiet.

Because Qian Jiuye's temperament, outfit and age are very different from here.

It seems to be out of place.

The atmosphere is extremely depressing, but it seems that everyone here has become accustomed to it, but some people will break this atmosphere after all.

Qian Jiuye had just walked into the house when a big man in black robe came over fiercely and said very arrogantly: "Kid, do you know where this place is? Just come in casually and go home to nurse." Go ahead."

With that said, he was about to lift Qian Jiuye up and throw him out.

"Because I know, that's why I'm here."

He stretched out his hand to block it gently, and then pressed down. The big man in black robe was directly pushed to the ground by him.

After letting go of his hand and patting the shoulder of the big man who fell on the ground, Qian Jiuye walked directly to the bar that was taller than him.

The scene looked a bit funny, but no one dared to speak out now.

The big man in the cloak returned to his seat without saying a word, and moved his wrist to sit there again.

In fact, he was not looking for trouble. He just saw that the child was too young and wanted him to leave this place of right and wrong quickly. Unfortunately, he was a little wrong.

That boy was more terrifying than he imagined, but that was the case. How could a child who could come here be so simple?