Chapter 120 Ling Yuan lying under the bed, Sword Attendant
Tian Dou Empire, southwestern border, Holy Soul Village.
It was just dawn, and the white fish belly appeared in the distance in the east.
On the hill adjacent to Holy Soul Village, there is already a young and thin figure.
That was a three-year-old child.
He is often exposed to the baking of stoves. His skin is slightly dark, his short black hair is neat, and his clothes are shabby but clean.
Even though he is only three years old, he climbs the slope without blushing or panting, and looks contented.
Climbing up the hill, he sat on the ground.
He stared at the eastern sky with his eyes, slowly inhaled through his nose, and then exhaled slowly.
Using his own unique breathing method.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and purple gas spewed out from the gradually brightening sky.
The appearance of purple gas made him highly concentrated.
It didn’t take long. When the purple mist in the east dissipated, the boy slowly closed his eyes.
A stream of white turbid air came out of his mouth like a piece of steam, and then slowly dissipated.
Opening his eyes again, a faint purple light flashed in his eyes.
“It’s time to go back.”
Tang San looked at the sky.
The thin body stood up and ran down the mountain.
It has been three years since I came to this world.
He started practicing Xuantian Kung when he was more than one year old, and he is still laying the foundation now.
On the west side of Holy Soul Village.
At the head of the village, the three simplest adobe houses are Tang San's homes.
On the roof of the adobe house in the middle
There is a wooden sign about one meter in diameter with a simple hammer painted on it.
This is the blacksmith shop that belongs to his family.
As the only blacksmith in the village, his family should not be so poor.
But most of the meager income was spent on buying wine.
As soon as you enter the house.
Tang San could already smell the tangy aroma of rice, which was breakfast he had made himself.
In recent times, even though he is not tall enough to reach the stove, he has no choice but to take over this heavy burden in order to have enough food for himself.
He took the broken bowl, stepped on the stool, and opened the lid of the pot
The aroma of rice came to his nostrils, and the porridge in the pot was already cooked.
Carefully serve two bowls of porridge with enough rice grains to count and place them on the table. He shouts towards the back room:
"Dad, it's time to eat."
A long while.
The curtain in the inner room was lifted, and Tang Hao staggered out.
Lifting his cloudy eyes, he looked at Tang San.
The eyes were dull and dim.
Raised his big hand and rubbed his messy bird's nest head, some crumbs falling towards the table.
Tang San couldn't help but frown
But he didn't say much. He didn't want to be kicked. Tang Hao didn't wash his feet.
He didn’t want to rub his face even more.
From the moment he opened his eyes to now, Tang San didn’t know what fatherly love was.
Tang Hao never cared about him.
The family is so poor that they don’t even have decent tables and chairs, and eating is also a problem.
The main reason is that Tang Hao exchanged all his meager blacksmith income for wine.
But Tang San was not annoyed either.
I don’t want to explore anything, and I don’t want Tang Hao to change anything.
This is good, he can practice every day.
Don’t worry about being discovered by Tang Hao.
Tang Hao swallowed the hot porridge with big mouthfuls, as if he couldn't feel the temperature.
The corner of his eye was staring at Tang San closely
After drinking, he returned to the house.
......
The sun is shining brightly, in Wuhun City.
Surrounded by trees, in the secluded shade training room, a handsome young man is sitting cross-legged.
Wearing white clothes.
A long sword made of fine iron is stuck next to it.
The handsome, childish face was covered with some glistening beads of sweat.
The fallen leaves fell on the shoulders.
Qian Renjue, who had finished practicing his sword, had been sitting cross-legged under the tree practicing for a long time.
The breeze brings comfort
The strange fluctuations in soul power completely block the breeze.
Buzz!
The fallen leaves on my shoulders suddenly flew up.
In Qian Renjue’s body, the soul power pours out, surging.
“Huh~”
Taking a long breath, Qian Renjue opened his eyes and smiled.
"Mom should have promised me now, right?"
"Congratulations to Your Highness the Holy Son for breaking through level 50. This is a record breaking" Qingya's soft voice spoke in Qian Renjue's ears sounded.
"The record of Soul King is now set by my sister, I am still far behind."
Qian Renjue shook his head.
The smile on his face became even bigger when he thought that he could go see Qian Renxue.
Raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from
Dang even was stunned, his fair and handsome face turned slightly red, he put his forehead on his head and lowered his head helplessly.
Complained: "Sister Lingyuan, don't stand so high in a skirt."
"Pfft"
A little laughter came from the tree.
Lingyuan Douluo was wearing a long black dress that fluttered in the wind, leaning against the tree trunk, holding his arms and chest.
With a blush on his face, he lowered his eyes and looked at Qian Renjue.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "I obey, Your Majesty the Holy Son."
The words fell.
Lingyuan Douluo then floated to the ground, pulled out the long sword, and knelt on one knee.
Respectfully said:
"Your Highness, your sword."
"..."
Qian Renjue rolled his eyes.
"Sister Lingyuan, I have said it many times, there is no need to always salute."
"That won't work, it would be bad if Your Majesty knew about it."
Lingyuan Douluo shook his head slightly, and his plump body swayed slightly.
The beautiful brown eyes are soft.
“Although His Royal Highness the Holy Son is very kind to his subordinates, every code must be treated as a code.”
“Even so, It’s too much.”
Qian Renjue curled his lips, quickly stood up and put away the long sword.
“Pfft, I think it’s just right.”
Lingyuan chuckled, stood up slowly, and took off Qian Renjue’s coat hanging on the tree.
"Your Highness, are you going to the Pope's Palace next?"
"Well, it's time to go soul hunting after breaking through level 50. Let's discuss it with my mother first."
Qian Renjue smiled and nodded slightly.
The breeze blew by, the waist-length blond hair was flowing, and the sweat on his handsome face had dried.
The high bridge of his nose and his facial features are very three-dimensional. Even though he is still childish, he still looks tough.
Nearly 1.8 meters tall, slender and well-proportioned.
Lingyuan Douluo couldn't help but look a little stunned, and smoothed the hair on the side of his face.
His Highness’s smile is really pleasing to people.
“Let’s go, Sister Lingyuan. You have to say something nice to me then.”
Qian Renjue walked in front with a smile, looking back at Ling Yuan for help.
Lingyuan Douluo’s dimples flashed with a look of sadness.
Smiled bitterly and said: "Your Highness, please don't embarrass Lingyuan. Helping me conceal the use of martial arts is enough for Your Majesty to sentence me to death."
"Okay."< br>
Qian Renjue smiled guiltily.
"No matter what, I still want to thank Sister Lingyuan for accompanying me in sword practice."
"This is what a subordinate should do."
Lingyuan Douluo laughed. He smiled and followed behind Qian Renjue with his clothes.
Over the past two years.
Rather than saying that Lingyuan is a bodyguard, it is better to say that she is a swordsman, a sister or something like that.
From that day.
Qian Renjue woke up from his lunch break and found Ling Yuan lying on the ground under the bed.
Her protection can only be done openly.
There are naturally more things that can be done.
Sparring, chatting, taking care of, and even blatant surveillance.
Bibi Dong knows Qian Renjue’s daily life very well.
Lingyuan also learned a lot of Bibi Dong’s mothering skills while reporting on her work.
She was already familiar with taking care of her.
Not long after.
Qian Renjue and Lingyuan Douluo came to the quiet Pope's Palace.
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of this chapter)