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At the gate of Nuoding City.

“Brother Feng, Xiao Wu also go back with me.”

After more than half a year, Tang San and Xiao Wu both grew much taller. Tang San seems to be stronger and stronger. I think it should be done by ironing 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 Saint Spirit Village that Little San said would be?

“Okay.”

Wang Feng nodded, took a look at Xiao Wu. Although he was still wearing the school uniform of Notting Academy, he was a little taller like Tang San.

However, the two of them are still a head shorter than themselves.

“Hey, Xiao Chenyu has gone to the Intermediate Academy. I don’t know how boring it will be in the next few years.”

Xiao Wu pursed his lips and said, “Fortunately, there is Little San you play with me. Brother Feng is too good to beat him, so I don’t want to be uncomfortable.”

The 3 people followed the road and moved towards Saint Spirit Village, while chatting on the road.

There are not many people in the junior Academy. After Xiao Chenyu left, no one can compete with Xiao Wu.

Only Tang San will practice with her for a long time. Wang Feng is generally rare, because he needs to greatly reduce his strength when he is playing against two people.

And most of the time, Wang Feng is either soaking in the Spirit Beast forest or studying meditation cultivation methods.

“Brother Feng, your spirit power hasn’t gone down, right?”

Tang San suddenly asked, “In the past year, you have also fought with us several times. I feel that your strength has indeed not declined. I don’t know if the spirit power has declined…”

Tang San is obviously still worried about the spirit ring of Wang Feng in 1000, although Brother Feng said at that time, it will not have any impact.

But this year, Tang San has rarely seen Brother Feng use Martial spirit. Even if he occasionally competes with them, it is purely on physical fitness that he can fight them back and forth.

“Yes, Little San also told me about his Teacher’s analysis. Brother Feng, Little San spirit power and I have improved a lot~”

Xiao Wu also understood the spirit ring in 1000. But among the students, only two of them knew about it.

The guy Xiao Chenyu knows that Wang Feng has a 1000-year-old spirit ring, but the Grandmaster’s analysis is obviously not his analysis.

Xiao Wu hehe smiled and raised his chin: “We haven’t had a fight for several months. Little San should be level ten, and I am almost level ten!”

“My spirit power hasn’t dropped…” Wang Feng shook his head.

Hearing this, Tang San felt relaxed in his heart.

It’s fine if it doesn’t drop. In other words, the side effects of the 1000-year spirit ring may not be as serious as Grandmaster imagined for Brother Feng.

“Hehe, then we can surpass Brother Feng, you should still stay at level 15.”

Xiao Wu shook his fist, “Next time I and Little San must defeat you.”

Wang Feng hearing this suddenly felt a little trance.

For more than half a year, I have been immersed in battle cultivation and various researches, and I have not paid attention to the improvement of the spirit power of two people. Although I lamented myself because of the compression of spirit power, the speed of cultivation was extremely slow.

But it seems like… Even if it is slow like this… It is much faster than most people’s cultivation speed?

“I look forward to it very much.” Wang Feng said with a smile.

Having said that, Wang Feng couldn’t help but glance at Tang San.

I vaguely remember that this year in the original book, Little San’s father left, and he also had a formal relationship with Xiao Wu—siblings.

“It’s also time to go back and see Jack Great Grandpa.”

Wang Feng looked at the smoky small village in the distance, and his eyes suddenly became misty.

Saint Spirit Village.

“Hey, Little San, your village seems to look pretty good…”

In the afternoon, the three finally reached the door of Saint Spirit Village.

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

Occasionally, a few villagers are coming home from the door carrying all kinds of kitchen utensils.

Sometimes I followed a few naughty kids, chirp chirp twitter twitter yelled.

“What is the stone pillar in the middle? Are there 2 handprints on it?”

Xiao Wu bounced over, watching and asking.

“It’s a masterpiece of Brother Feng… A few years ago, our Saint Spirit Village was still very barren. It’s not like it is now… There are clean rocky roads, beautiful fountain gardens…”

Tang San walked over and explained with a smile.

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

“Little San, Little Feng, why are you back?”

The old and familiar silhouette, coming from a distance, is Old Jack.

I haven’t seen each other for a year. Wang Feng found that the wrinkles on Jack grandfather’s face are a little bit longer.

“It’s winter vacation, come back early.”

Wang Feng walked over and supported Old Jack.

“You child, really. Such a long way!”

Old Jack glared at Wang Feng, “However, it’s good to be back.”

With that said, Old Jack suddenly looked towards Little San, opened his mouth, hesitating a little and said: “Little San, you father…”

“Jack grandfather, I will go back to see my father.”

Tang San said something excitedly, and then took Xiao Wu, moved towards that blacksmith’s shop.

Xiao Wu wanted to read the story on the stone pillar, but after listening to Tang San’s rare excitement, he walked over.

“…Should Uncle Hao go, right?”

Wang Feng said suddenly.

“Well, it’s gone… how do you know?”

Old Jack nodded, subconsciously replied: “Well, it’s gone… Little Feng, how did you know?”

Wang Feng didn’t answer, but he helped Jack grandfather to walk to the blacksmith’s shop, staring at Tang San in a daze.

“Tang Hao, this guy is really irresponsible…”

Old Jack angrily said, “After handing the letter to me, he left directly, regardless of Tang San’s feelings… I will give the letter to Tang San.”

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

Wang Feng thought, Uncle Hao should have visited Little San, right?

However, with Uncle Hao’s temperament, it is impossible to see Little San directly in person, probably in a corner, secretly watching.

Thinking about it, Wang Feng walked in, looked at Tang San with a look of loss, and said:

“Little San, in fact, Uncle Hao should have been to Nuoding City to see you.”

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned.

“Really, I also saw it occasionally. He came several times and he watched 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, but for some reason, I don’t want to see you.”

Hearing this, Tang San’s eyes were slightly sour.

“I understood, thank you Brother Feng.”

Wang Feng waved his hand:

“Then I will go back first, you and Xiao Wu will clean up your home first.”

With that said, Wang Feng helped Old Jack and walked out.

Wang Feng walked along the village, and most people brought some small gifts. After doing these things. Wang Feng came to the small woods he hadn’t known for a long time.

Although it has only been more than a year, Wang Feng seems to have an illusion like a dream.

In this small forest, there are too many tears he left behind.

Stroking one after another familiar big tree, as well as the various trap marks left on it, and stepping on the creaking branches and weeds under his feet.

Wang Feng pinched off a piece of Blue Silver Grass, held it in his mouth, chewed twice, and sighed:

Really where the dream started.

After a while, Wang Feng suddenly stopped, his eyes fell to the front…

Chi Chi…

The rough and familiar tweets gave Wang Feng the illusion of crossing.

On the ground in the distance, there was a Little Green bird lying impressively, and it was twitching, with blood still all over it.

It’s small, but it’s big, at least half the size of Wang Feng.

but…

Wait, why am I so familiar with this scene?

Wang Feng looked at the Little Green bird, startled:

“Fuck it, don’t you… it was the bird I rescued more than a year ago? Why are you so badly injured again? How about touching me?”