The east is already white, and the morning glow gradually smudges the sky.
The village has already begun to be noisy, with roosters crowing, dogs barking and shouting forming the unique notes of morning in the countryside.
——The villagers have no hobby of staying in bed. If they dare to mess with the fields, they dare to mess with their stomachs.
Pastoral songs mostly exist only in fantasy.
The small mountain village is called Qianjiatun and is located in the mountains of Xingluo Kingdom.
A small village that is no different from other villages. If you have to say what is different from other small villages, it is probably that no one can tell how long this village has existed here.
Maybe it's a long time, maybe it's nearly a thousand years. People in the village can’t remember when their ancestors moved here.
Of course everyone in Qiantun is named Qian, which is a bit impressive. But no one can explain why he was so impressed. Maybe it was because there once was a big shot named Qian.
The big sects on the mainland might be able to explain it clearly, but no one would pay attention to the fact that there is a village with the surname Qian here.
Various people in the soul master world claiming to be the heirs of Wuhun Palace and claiming to be the heirs of the Angel Wuhun almost came up with their hands, but no one took them seriously.
——Just think of it as a birdman.
Qianjiatun, where no soul master has ever appeared, will not attract any special attention.
Just a bunch of civilians.
"Qianjie, you can't rest yet." In the ancestral hall on the east side of the village, a white-haired boy patted his cheek, comforted himself, and stepped into the ancestral hall.
The young man looks young, maybe ten years old at most, and the appearance of a child of this age has not yet opened up. He cannot be said to be amazing, but he can only be said to be quite spiritual.
What is impressive is that the boy's eyes are always squinting, and the corners of his mouth are always raised, as if he is always smiling.
"There's still no change." As the boy claimed, his surname was Qian Mingjie, and he just happened to have the same name as a certain fighting madman in his previous life.
At this moment, his hand was resting on a brown mountain pillar full of cracks, with a bright red mark on it.
——That is blood, blood that belongs to Qianjie himself.
The traces left by accidentally bumping into it when I was a child. Four or five years later, the blood stains are still as bright red as ever, as if they were just stained.
Everything seems like yesterday.
Qianjie looked at the entire ancestral hall.
It is said to be an ancestral hall, but no one has come to Qianjiatun for a long time. Only an old patriarch who is half buried will come to pay homage from time to time.
It has become a place for children to play and wild animals to live.
Weeds, dust, broken tiles, everything that a building in disrepair should have.
Oh, of course, there is also the stone statue in the center of the hall.
It was more like a stone mound than a stone statue. The face could not be clearly seen, and the details had already been blurred. It was just a vague human shape, with six uneven protrusions stretching out from the back.
wing? arms? It's hard to tell or see clearly.
Just from a few broken stones on the ground, you can't tell what the original decoration was behind the stone statue.
There were no tributes or incense burners. No wonder the people of Qianjiatun forgot about it.
"If you, old man, continue to suffer for more than ten years, your unworthy descendant Qianjie will definitely rebuild your golden body." Qianjie bowed to the stone statue.
Then he relaxed.
In a breath, the boy's figure had disappeared into the ancestral hall.
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"I heard that Ajie came back yesterday?" It was another early morning, and the noise was still the same, but the content of the villagers' discussion had changed.
The protagonist of the content also happened to step into the village.
"Ah Jie, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you want to come to my house for breakfast?"
When you step into the village, you are greeted by the warm greetings of the villagers.
"No, second uncle, I promised the patriarch to go to his old man's house for dinner today."
"Then come to my house for dinner or lunch?"
"Ah Jie, you're getting smarter after not being seen for a few years."
"..."
Does your old man have bad eyesight or lack of vocabulary? How did you use the word Shuiling on a boy?
Qianjie tried his best to respond, but it could be seen that there was a trace of fatigue in the smile that often hung on his face.
In the end, Qianjie seemed unable to withstand the enthusiasm of the villagers and turned down the path of memory.
"There is no need for the evil soul master to cause trouble to the villagers." Qianjie sighed, and the withered blue silver grass on the roadside suffered a disaster and was kicked all over the ground.
It has been almost ten years since he came to this world. A senior leader once said: Those who travel through time must have three qualities: high EQ, high IQ, and high luck. Only with these three qualities can one be successful in a world.
Qianjie wasn't sure if he had the three highs, but he was sure that he had at least one high - high blood pressure.
Because this is Douluo, because he is an evil soul master who is hated by others and defeated by flowers.
——The kind officially compiled by the Holy Spirit Church.
Unfortunately, it happened at the wrong time, and he met Dou Er ten thousand years later. There is no Wuhun Palace where time travelers gather, and there is no goddess either. However, there is one of the same bloodline as Sister Angel.
It is also the kind of official certification.
Even if he is an evil soul master, he is also of angel blood, which is really killing the lizard.
"Hey, evil soul masters are just evil soul masters. They are better than ordinary people without any soul power." Troubles come and go quickly. Thinking about the living environment of ordinary people, I shuddered for thousands of tribulations.
Qianjie stood still and turned his gaze to the roof not far away.
"Come out, senior brother, I see you."
A middle-aged man with gray hair was standing there.
"What have you been doing? Why haven't I seen you all day and night?" The middle-aged man stared at Qianjie with serious eyes.
"Don't ask." Qianjie showed the smile that had been on his lips all year round, and the middle-aged man's information automatically appeared in his mind.
Xi De, an eighth-level soul master of the Sun and Moon Royal Soul Mentor Group with a somewhat special status, is the senior brother of Qianjie.
"Okay, I won't ask. But please explain to me, what happened to your martial spirit?" Sid looked at the butterflies circling around.
"The martial spirit awakens for the second time." Qianjie took off the gloves he had been wearing, and there was a bright red pattern on the back of his hand.
It's blood and wounds.
As if it would never heal, bright red blood flowed in the wound.
The breeze blew, and Sid appeared in front of Qianjie in an instant, grabbing his hand and staring at it.
As we all know, there is a special martial spirit on the mainland that can be awakened for the second time - the original martial spirit.
Of course, the blood is also the original martial soul.
But West Germany really didn't expect that Qianjie would usher in a second awakening so soon.
He is just a great soul master.
"What level of awakening?" Since he has already awakened, it is meaningless to think about how to awaken, so West Germany turns his attention to the level of awakening.
As we all know, the second awakening of the original martial soul is divided into black iron, bronze, silver, and gold, but the gold level awakening can only be considered by the soul master after level ninety.
"Silver." A silver blood drop shadow appeared behind Qianjie, and two yellow soul rings shone brightly in the morning sun. At the same time, several silver butterflies flew out from the back of Qianjie's hand.
