Douluo's pupil God Douluo

After walking for a few more hours, Li Qing pointed to a mountain in front of him again.

"Look!"

Xiao Wu immediately sighed, "No, we have to climb another mountain."

"No, at the foot of the mountain in front is the Holy Soul Village."

Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips and raised her little face slightly, "Humph, I believe you, you bad old man is so bad!"

"Uh……"

This sentence was said by Li Qing first, and then it spread among the Notting Academy. Once, Li Qing even saw the master "angrily" pointing at the dean and saying this. At that time, Li Qing's face was covered with black lines.

"That's right, the Holy Soul Village is ahead." Tang San was very excited as he approached his home.

The same is true in Li Qing's heart. The small villa where he has lived for seven years is already in sight. Chinese people always have a special feeling for "home". During the seven years since he came to Douluo Continent, Holy Soul Village has been his home.

A few hundred meters away from the village entrance, Li Qing saw a thin figure wearing blue-grey clothes, waiting eagerly.

"Grandpa Jack~

We are back~"

Li Qing put his hands around his mouth and shouted loudly.

As if he heard Li Qing's shout, Old Jack stood there and waved towards them.

The four of them quickened their pace, and the distance of a few hundred meters passed in an instant.

Old Jack's waist was slightly stooped, his hands were behind his back, and he said gently.

"Xiaoqing, mistress, how are you doing at the academy?"

"Xiao San and I are both level now!"

The smile on Old Jack's face became even brighter, and his right hand moved up and down his sparse beard.

"Okay, okay. Maybe you will become the second or third soul saint to step out of our holy soul village."

Tang San's home was at the end of the village. He pointed to the dilapidated sign on the roof and said with a smile, "Xiao Wu, Lingren, look, that's my home."

Old Jack looked at the excited Tang San, with a wry smile on his face, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Xiaosan, take a look. This is what your father left behind. I went to look for him just now and found that he was gone."

Tang San quickly took the paper from Old Jack's hand and read it.

Have you left yet?

Li Qing saw what happened when Tang San suddenly changed from full of joy to helpless loss.

"Xiaosan, don't be sad. Your father must have had his motives for leaving. I believe that when the time comes, you will definitely see him again."

Tang San slowly came to his senses, carefully folded the paper and put it in his arms.

"Okay, don't be sad, aren't we still with you?" Xiao Wu took Tang San's hand and comforted him softly.

Tang San smiled bitterly, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Okay, then I'll take the spirit man back first, and then come back to you after we finish cleaning up the house."

"Ok!"

……

Li Qing's house is in the center of the village, renovated from an abandoned small mill.

After a while, they arrived.

"Xiao Qing, grandpa will go back first. If you need anything, just come to me."

"Okay grandpa, please go slower on the road."

Old Jack left after arriving with them, leaving Li Qing and Lingren alone in the hut.

Li Qing looked around the room. It was exactly the same as before he went to school, still so simple.

"Hey, this is my house."

The spirit man looked left, right, and looked around the entire room.

"Well, although it's a bit crude, it's much better than the tomb I've been living in before."

……

The round sun turned into a semicircle, and the sun's light was not as dazzling as usual. It became more and more ethereal and gradually blurred. Under the weak sunlight, the color of the clouds changed from fiery red to orange.

Every household in Shenghun Village has begun to cook, with smoke rising from the kitchen stoves and the sound of dogs barking and roosters crowing from time to time.

Similarly, there was smoke rising from the top of the blacksmith shop. The smell of burning charcoal also filled the air.

The fresh meat is in close contact with the iron plate, and the oozing meat oil is ignited by the hot iron plate, making a "squeaking" sound...

Li Qing is cooking, and the spirit man is lighting a fire for him. Tang San was washing vegetables, and Xiao Wu...

He sat aside, holding his chin in his hands, waiting quietly.

……

"Okay."

Li Qing brought the last dish to the table.

"Thank you for your hard work, our Chef Li."

"Good job."

Li Qing took off his apron and sat on the chair.

"It's a small thing, let's try today's dish."

The spirit man took a bite of potato, put it in his mouth, and then closed his eyes, looking like he was enjoying it. "Mmm~ It smells so good!"

"Not bad!"

“It’s still delicious as always.”

Tang San, Xiao Wu and Ling Ren were not food critics, nor did they use any fancy words to describe the food Li Qing cooked.

It was such an unprofessional comment that made Li Qing even more satisfied.

The purpose of cooking is to feed others, and delicious food is the most basic and important factor.

The setting sun was replaced by the dawn moon, and the bright moon hung high in the sky, spreading its silver brilliance on the earth.

The four of them ate all the food cooked by Li Qing, sat back on the armchairs, and caressed their chubby bellies.

While eating, Tang San was still unhappy, still thinking about Tang Hao's departure.

"Mistress, don't worry, although Uncle Tang Hao is usually taciturn and drinks all day long, he still loves you very much.

There must be something he needs to do before he leaves. When I leave you a message, I must be afraid that I won’t be able to leave you after meeting you. I am so gentle and tender.

And... I once met Uncle Tang Hao at Notting College. "A cunning light flashed in Li Qing's eyes.

In fact, with Li Qing's strength, how could he possibly discover Tang Hao who had deliberately hidden himself? He was just fooling Tang San.

"You have met my father, how come I don't know?" Tang San didn't believe it.

"Back then, when you went to the Shijia blacksmith shop to strike iron, I happened to see your father standing on a corner, watching you silently."

Tang San seemed to have remembered something, "No wonder, I often feel a gaze staring at me, but there is no evil intention."

"It's getting late now. Lingren and I will go back first. See you tomorrow." Li Qing stood up and pulled Lingren up from the chair.

"See you!"

Xiao Wu lay on the chair and weakly raised her hands to say goodbye to them.

……

It was late at night, and a few dark clouds covered the moon, leaving only a few stars twinkling.

After a tiring day of traveling, Li Qing and Lingren had already fallen asleep.

Suddenly, there was a "rustling" sound on the roof, as if someone was walking on it, and their footsteps rubbed against the tiles.

Immediately, Li Qing and Ling Ren opened their eyes.

"Who is it!" Li Qing shouted in a deep voice.

"Crack~"

The tiles fell from the roof, fell to the ground, and shattered.

Li Qing and Lingren looked at each other and immediately jumped out of bed, without even wearing shoes, and rushed out the door.

As far as Li Qing knew, the people living in Holy Soul Village were ordinary people, and no one would squat on the roof of someone else's house in the middle of the night.

"Giggle..."

The eerie laughter echoed in the dark night, looking extremely terrifying.

Following the source of the sound, we saw a black figure hanging upside down on the big tree opposite Li Qing's house, like a huge bat...

The cold moonlight reflected in his eyes, shining with a cold light...