"We won't go into details about Wuhun anymore. I want to ask you another question now." West Germany gave up persuading. Qianjie's strange attitude towards Wuhun has not changed for a day or two.

Many people have advised me, and I don’t know anyone in the Holy Spirit Sect, but as far as Xi De is known in Mingdu, their common teacher, Xu Tianran, etc., have also advised me.

I haven't seen Qianjie change anything at all. He has his own way of saying things that look like fallacies to the Douluo people.

——Martial spirits, soul skills, soul bones are all manifestations of soul power, and soul power is the foundation.

Therefore, Qianjie would rather temper and compress his soul power, and completely leave the improvement of his soul power level to chance.

If others couldn't persuade him, they wouldn't stop him. It wasn't a big problem for Qianjie to do this. With his innate soul power and the talent of twin martial souls, making him a titled strong man had nothing to do with his attitude, as long as it wasn't completely abandoned.

Failure to practice is just a matter of time, sooner or later.

"Ask." Qianjie raised his eyebrows. The martial arts issue that others thought had little impact, he felt was a big problem.

He has a soul. Although he has grown up from an infant and has all the experiences he should have, who knows whether he will be reborn or reborn.

Rebirth is just a flaw of the martial spirit itself, and the uniqueness of the time traveler. If the body is taken away, the fun will be great.

The martial spirit is something born under the dual influence of the soul and the body. Who knows whether this martial spirit with its own thoughts may be the remnants of the original soul of this body?

Unfortunately, it still can't communicate. The stronger the martial spirit, the greater the hidden danger.

"Junior brother, are you sure that, according to what you said, there is nothing wrong with the village where you grew up?" West Germany looked at the adobe house. Behind the adobe house, there was a group of villagers talking. From time to time, laughter spread to the small village.

On the road.

"What's the problem?" Of course there is a problem in Qianjiatun, but Qianjie can't shout loudly everywhere, and others may not take it seriously.

"Smile." Sid replied in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.

"Tsk, senior brother, you, the Sun and Moon noble, are too lenient. You don't allow others to laugh?"

Sid didn't reply, looking at Qianjie with his gray eyes.

In the end, don't go too far.

"Let's go to the patriarch's house for dinner first, and then we'll go to Xingluo City." Qianjie sidestepped past Xide.

West Germany stopped asking questions and turned his head again to look at the villagers who were still talking.

The laughter of the conversation reached his ears with the morning breeze.

Is there something wrong with the smile? No, no matter how powerful the soul masters and nobles are, they cannot stipulate that civilians are not allowed to smile.

But can civilians, or a group of farmers in a mountain village, laugh?

West Germany doesn't know.

As a Sun Moon man and a soul engineer, he only knew that the common people circulating in various soul guidance factories in Mingdu rarely smiled.

There is always a look of hurry and tiredness on their faces.

People outside Mingdu rarely smile. Facing three soul master empires that have been inherited for thousands of years at the same time, the Sun and Moon Empire is not having an easy time.

"It's good to have the sound of breathing, how can you force laughter?" Xu Tianran, as the prince, said this.

So, is it possible to laugh in the Star Luo territory where the burden is said to be heavier?

'In the empire before it collided with the Douluo Continent, the civilians in the empire probably laughed like this, right?'

Smiling very happily, very beautiful...

It's like a smile that doesn't belong to this era.

After taking one last look at the costumes of the villagers, Sid lowered his head and never thought about the smile again.

…

The chief of Qianjiatun is an old man with white hair and white beard, and he is also the village chief of Qianjiatun.

It is truly a miracle on Douluo Continent that an ordinary person of this age can still cook with ease.

"Are you living a good life outside?" On the dinner table, there were two bowls of gruel, the old man and Qianjie sitting opposite each other. Xi De couldn't get used to the farm food, so he went out to wander.

"Very good, at least breakfast isn't gruel." Chopsticks stirred the gruel, Qianjie held his head with one hand and fell asleep.

"The porridge has wronged you?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "You haven't learned your skills, but your mouth has become tricky!

"If you don't like it, get away. Some people want to drink my old man's bowl of rice soup, but they can't!"

Qianjie stopped talking and drank the gruel.

He couldn't bear the old man's anger.

It has no taste, just like the one I drank when I was a kid.

"Has the soul bone been absorbed completely?" The old man asked suddenly, looking at the young man who was drinking porridge.

"Old man, you don't know what soul bones are, why are you asking?" Qianjie put down the bowl. The purpose of his return was to absorb soul bones, so the ancestral hall he went to, the second awakening of the martial soul was also because of soul bones.

"Old man, I can't ask anymore?!" The old man stared.

"The absorption is complete. What we absorbed this time is the head soul bone. The soul bone skill is commonly known as disguise, but in reality it is called Mengdie." Qianjie immediately acted honestly and well-behaved like a cat.

"It doesn't matter what your name is, as long as you like it." The old man stood up from his chair and nodded with satisfaction.

"Now that you've absorbed it, go ahead and do whatever you want to do. The village can't accommodate a soul master like you.

"By the way, remember to pay incense to your parents' graves before leaving."

After saying that, he walked out the door tremblingly on crutches.

The morning sun shone brightly on his body. He looked up and enjoyed the sunshine, showing a satisfied smile. The wrinkles on his face moved like feathers carrying light, and they also carried years.

The feathers of time passed over the river of time and caressed a vast sea of ​​stars. In the mottled depths of the years, he heard the opportunity for hatred and ideals to bloom.

…

The graves of Qianjie's parents are not far outside the village.

Countryside people don't have much time to talk about Feng Shui, and Douluo people don't talk about it either. Just find a piece of land that looks beautiful.

Because there is only such a beautiful land nearby, most of the deceased with the surname Qian are buried here.

"It's so dense, we're not afraid of evil soul masters digging up corpses." Qianjie found the graves of his parents in this life and complained softly.

As the only soul master in the village, his parents' graves are easy to find.

There are stone monuments and stone surrounds, and the decoration is obviously much higher than the surrounding short tombs.

Before he became a soul master, his tomb was small and must have been renovated.

"The evil soul master probably doesn't have that much time." West Germany also followed and after speaking, he also offered a stick of incense.

Although evil soul masters like to dig graves and dig up corpses, they don't want all corpses, let alone all the graves on the mainland.

Qianjie said nothing, quietly lit incense and burned paper, and then cleared the bluesilver grass that was already half a person's height above the grave.

This thing is really annoying and can be seen everywhere.

"Tell me, what's the point of writing a letter to the master all the way to Mingdu?" Xi De finally spoke after Qianjie finished the work at hand.

It's really far from Mingdu to the vicinity of Xingluo City.

"I have a mission and I need some help."

"Tell me, what's the mission?" The Holy Spirit Church has many missions, and most of them are very difficult.

"Kill an ordinary person."

West Germany turned around and wanted to leave, but an ordinary person asked him to rush to Xingluo City from Mingdu...

"She is in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion."

Sid stopped again, "What's your name?"
Chapter completed!