Determined, Bibi Dong immediately sent a message from her soul to summon ghosts:
"Elder Ghost, come to the Pope's Palace!"
Soon.
The ghostly figure gradually solidified in the black mist. Then he knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully:
"His Majesty the Pope!"
Bibi Dong looked at the ghost kneeling on one knee with cold eyes, and said quietly:
"Elder Ghost, I have something for you to handle."
"His Majesty the Pope, please give me your orders!"
The ghost lowered his head and respectfully asked for instructions.
Bibi Dong calmly ordered:
"Elder Ghost, the Holy Son is going to travel to the Douluo Continent for training. Elder Ghost, please go with us and protect him."
When the ghost heard this, he was stunned for a moment, wondering if His Highness the Son of God would also go to the mainland for training. Is His Majesty the Pope asking him to go and act as the protector of His Highness the Son of God?
He didn't think it mattered, so he immediately accepted the order respectfully:
"Yes! Your Majesty the Pope!"
After receiving his life, the ghost is about to turn into the mist and go to find the Holy Son Ye Qifeng.
But I heard Bibi Dong command again:
"By the way, Elder Ghost, you just need to protect the Holy Son in secret, and try not to let the Holy Son discover your existence."
"If the Holy Son discovers your existence...then just follow the Holy Son's orders. Do whatever he asks you to do."
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
"Also, remember to report the whereabouts and safety of the Holy Son to this Pope at any time."
"Okay, please step back first and go look for the Holy Son. The carriage he is riding in has just left Wuhun City. With your ability, it is not difficult to catch up."
"yes!"
The ghost once again respectfully accepted the order.
Seeing that the Pope has nothing more to say.
Immediately, his body turned into mist, disappeared from the meeting hall, and chased the carriage where Saint Ziye Qifeng was.
…………
West of Wuhun City.
On the official road.
A carriage was swaying and moving forward slowly.
At this time, Ye Qifeng didn't know that Bibi Dong had taken it upon himself to arrange a secret protector for him.
This protector is the elder of the Pope Palace, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, who has reached the peak of the ninety-fourth level and is about to enter the ranks of the ninety-fifth level super Douluo.
However, even if Ye Qifeng knew about it, he wasn't actually surprised.
Because he knew that Bibi Dong liked him very much, and his status in her heart was not low and very important.
When he went out for training this time, Bibi Dong was definitely worried about his safety.
Even if he told Bibi Dong that he didn't need a guardian, Bibi Dong might not listen.
After all, she is a very independent woman, the female pope.
not long time.
Sure enough, Ye Qifeng quickly sensed a strange and cold atmosphere around the carriage.
"This familiar smell...is a ghost!"
With his keen perception, Ye Qifeng immediately recognized the identity of the cold aura.
Although the ghost followed Bibi Dong's instructions, he carefully restrained his aura and followed the carriage secretly.
It's just that the memory of Ye Qifeng's soul from his previous life has returned, and after acquiring the Guiyuan Meditation Technique and the technique of spiritual object control, his current perception ability is no longer the same.
As soon as the ghost arrived, Ye Qifeng sensed it.
Ye Qifeng shook his head and had no intention of exposing the ghost for the time being.
The carriage was driven westward slowly by the old driver.
…………
Southwest of the Tiandou Empire.
Province of Fasno.
Holy Soul Village.
At this time, it was just getting dark.
On a hill adjacent to the Holy Soul Village, a thin figure was sitting cross-legged on it.
This thin figure looked to be only about six years old.
He has dark skin, short black hair, and wears simple coarse linen clothes, which are covered with patches.
His appearance is extremely ordinary, extremely ordinary.
If placed in a crowd, it would hardly be noticed by anyone.
This thin figure was none other than Tang San, the bitch who was secretly extradited to Douluo Continent from the Tang Sect's low martial arts world by the dirty Asura God.
At this moment, Tang San's eyes were wide open and bulging, staring blankly at the white fish belly rising in the distance in the east, with a shining purple light shining in his eyes.
Apparently he was practicing one of the secret skills of the inner sect of the Tang sect that he had stolen from the Tang sect and had been taken by him as his own, the eye-training method Zi Ji Mo Tong.
After a long time.
Tang San finished the Ziji Demon Boy's training, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and murmured to himself contentedly:
"As expected of the Purple Devil Boy. I rely on the purple energy in the morning to come from the east. After practicing for more than five years, my eyesight has been greatly improved. In this world, there must not be many people who can surpass me in eyesight. .”
"Sure enough, stealing the Tang Sect's inner secrets in my previous life was the right choice. I was not wrong!"
"Haha, in this world, I am the only one who knows the secrets of Tang Sect. Who can accuse me? Who can hunt me down?"
"Tang Clan's secret knowledge is mine!"
After a moment of pride, Tang San suddenly sighed dejectedly:
"This world called Douluo Continent seems to be different from the world where Tang Sect is located."
"My Xuantian Technique has been imprisoned at the first level for three full months. No matter how hard I practice, I have never been able to break through the bottleneck."
"If Xuantian Gong cannot break through to the second level, Xuanyu Hand cannot be improved, and his poison making and hidden weapon techniques will also be restricted."
Unable to think of any solution, Tang San shook his head helplessly and stopped thinking about it.
Taking a look at the sky, it was already bright. I thought of my beloved sloppy father Tang Hao, who was about to get up.
He must go back as soon as possible and make breakfast for his father, otherwise his father will starve.
Tang San hurriedly followed ghostly steps, quickly jumped down the hill, found the direction of his simple adobe house, and hurried away.
Ten minutes later.
Tang San was in a hurry, and finally saw a wooden sign from a distance, with an ugly hammer painted on it, which was the symbol of his blacksmith shop.
Suddenly bursts of quarrels reached Tang San's ears.
The quarrel came from the direction of the family's adobe house and the blacksmith shop.
Based on the voice, Tang San could easily identify it. The voice was slightly rich and hoarse, and it should be from a middle-aged man.
Another old voice came from an old man.
Tang San sprinted forward, panting, and unexpectedly discovered that the two people quarreling were actually people he was familiar with -
His father Tang Hao, and the village elder Jack of Holy Soul Village.
Tang Hao was seen with a sloppy beard on his face, wearing a tattered black robe, and his whole body exuded a strong stench of alcohol and sweat.
Old Jack is tall and slender, his clothes are clean and tidy, and his hair is meticulously combed. Although he is over sixty years old, he is in good spirits.
The two stood together. It seemed that Old Jack looked more like a middle-aged man, while Tang Hao looked more like an old man.
At this time, Tang Hao looked impatient and his eyes were full of disdain. He kept pushing Old Jack out and said:
"Go away, go away, don't get in my way here."
Village elder Jack, under Tang Hao's big hand, was pushed back and staggered back, and he said threateningly:
"Tang Hao, don't push me. You rude fellow, if you dare to treat me like this again, I will expel you from the village!"
However, Tang Hao turned a deaf ear and pushed Old Jack out of the blacksmith shop in less than a second.
At this time, Tang Hao suddenly saw Tang San's figure, frowned immediately, and blamed him unceremoniously:
"Xiaosan, what are you doing? Why don't you make breakfast? Do you want to starve me to death?"
When Tang San listened to his father's scolding, he didn't feel sad, but felt relieved.
As the saying goes, hitting is kissing, scolding is loving.
This is my father's love for me! ~~~
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