Chapter 50: Are you touching me?

　　 The gate of Notting City.

　　 "Brother Feng, Xiao Wu also go back with me."

　　 After more than half a year, both Tang San and Xiao Wu have grown a lot taller, and Tang San seems to want to grow stronger, thinking that he should have been working out by ironing every day. There was a bit of determination on his face.

　　 Beside Tang San, Xiao Wu looked around, seemingly curious about where the Holy Soul Village in Xiao San’s mouth would be?

　　 "Okay."

　　 Wang Feng nodded and glanced at Xiao Wu. Although he was still wearing Notting College uniform, he was a little taller like Tang San.

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

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

　　 Xiao Wu pursed her lips and said, "Fortunately, there are Xiaosan you play with me. Feng Ge is too powerful, can't beat him, I don't want to be uncomfortable."

　　 The three of them followed the road and set off in the direction of Holy Soul Village, chatting on the road.

　　 There are not many people in the junior college. After Xiao Chenyu left, almost no one can fight Xiao Wu.

　　 There is only Tang San, who will practice with her for a long time. Wang Feng is generally very rare, because he needs to greatly reduce his strength because of playing against the two.

　　 And most of the time, Wang Feng was either soaking in the soul beast forest or studying the way of meditation practice.

　　 "Brother Feng, your spirit power hasn't declined, right?"

　　 Tang San suddenly asked, "You have also fought with us several times this year. I feel that your strength has indeed not declined, and I don’t know if your spirit power has declined..."

　　 Tang San obviously still worried about Wang Feng's thousand-year spirit ring, although at that time, Feng Ge said that it would not have any impact.

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

　　 "Yes, Xiao San also told me about his teacher's analysis. Feng Ge, my spirit power and Xiao San have improved a lot~"

　　 Xiao Wu also learned about the Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. But among the students, only the two of them knew.

　　 Xiao Chenyu guy knows that Wang Feng has a thousand-year spirit ring, but that analysis of the master is obviously not something he can analyze.

　　 Xiao Wu chuckled, and raised his chin: "We haven't had a fight for months. Xiao San should be level sixteen, and I'm almost level seventeen!"

　　 "My spirit power has not declined..." Wang Feng shook his head.

　　 Hearing this, Tang San heaved a sigh of relief.

　　 It’s good if it doesn’t decrease. In other words, the side effects brought by the thousand-year spirit ring may not be as serious as the master imagined for Brother Feng.

　　 "Hehe, then we can surpass Brother Feng, you should still be at level 15."

　　 Xiao Wu waved her fist, "Next time I and Xiao San must defeat you."

　　 When Wang Feng heard the words, he suddenly felt a little trance.

　　 For more than half a year, I have been immersed in combat training and various researches, and I have not paid attention to the improvement of the spirit power of the two. Although lamenting that because of the compression of his soul power, his cultivation speed is extremely slow.

　　 But it seems like... Even if it slows down 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.

　　 At this point, Wang Feng couldn't help but glance at Tang San.

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

　　 "It's time to go back and see Grandpa Jack."

　　 Wang Feng looked at the smoky little village in the distance, his eyes suddenly a little ethereal.

　　 Holy Soul Village.

　　 "Hey, Xiaosan, your village seems to look pretty good..."

　　 In the afternoon, the three of them finally reached the door of Holy Soul Village.

　　 One year, it seems that this small village has not brought too much change. The water in the small fountain with the central stone pillar at the entrance of the village is still clear.

　　Occasionally, a few villagers are coming home from the door carrying various kitchen utensils.

　　 sometimes followed a few mischievous children, chattering and noisy.

　　 "What is the stone pillar in the middle? Are there two handprints on it?"

　　 Xiao Wu bounced over, watching and asking.

　　 "It's Feng Ge's masterpiece... A few years ago, our Holy Soul 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 time, several voices suddenly sounded in the distance:

　　 "Mistress, Xiaofeng, why are you back?"

　　 The old and familiar figure, coming from a distance, is the old Jack.

　　I haven't seen him for a year, Wang Feng found that the wrinkles on Grandpa Jack's face were a little bit longer, and time was aging.

　　 "It's winter vacation, come back early."

　　Wang Feng walked over and helped old Jack.

　　 "You boy, that's true. It's such a long way!"

　　Old Jack glared at Wang Feng, "However, it will be fine if you come back."

　　 As he said, Old Jack suddenly looked at Xiaosan, opened his mouth, hesitating a little and said: "Little San, your father..."

　　 "Grandpa Jack, I will go back to see my father."

　　 Tang San said something excitedly, and then took Xiao Wu towards the blacksmith's shop.

　　 Xiao Wu originally wanted to read the story on the stone pillar, but 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, and subconsciously replied: "Well, it's gone... Xiao Feng, how did you know?"

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

　　 "Tang Hao is really irresponsible..."

　　 Old Jack said angrily, "After handing the letter to me, he left directly, regardless of Tang San's feelings... I will hand the letter to Tang San."

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

　　 Wang Feng said in his heart, Uncle Hao should have visited Xiao San, right?

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

　　 Thinking, 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 Notting City to see you."

　　 Hearing this, Tang San was taken aback.

　　 "Really, I also saw it occasionally. He came several times and he watched you secretly. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com Sometimes, it is when you are working, sometimes when you are in class..."

　　 Wang Feng said with a smile, "So, you don't have to be sad, Uncle Hao is very concerned, but maybe for some reason, I don't want to see you."

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

　　 "I see, thank you Feng Brother."

　　 Wang Feng waved his hand and said:

　　 "Then I'll go home first, you and Xiao Wu will clean up your home first."

　　 Talking, Wang Feng helped Old Jack to go out.

　　Wang Feng walked along the village. 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.

　　 stroked the familiar big trees and the trap marks left on them, and stepped on the creaking branches and weeds under their feet.

　　Wang Feng cut off a blue silver grass, held it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and sighed:

　　 is really where the dream begins.

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

　　叽叽...

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

　　 On the ground in the distance, there was a little blue bird lying impressively. At this moment, it was convulsing, with blood still all over.

　　 said it was small, but in reality it was big, at least half of Wang Feng's size.

　　 But...

　　 Wait, why am I so familiar with this scene?