He was in Douluo, and was abandoned by Bibi Dong at the beginning!

"Am I qualified to be a soul master now?"

Qian Shengyun asked with a smile.

"When...Of course, please come to the Wuhundian Academy to report after you finish your studies at the Junior Academy!"

"From now on, all your tuition fees will be reimbursed by Wuhundian."

"At the same time, Wuhundian will give you a soul master allowance of 100 gold soul coins every month. After you reach the age of twelve, you can come to Wuhundian Academy to report!"

Su Yuntao was so excited that he stuttered, thinking to himself:

'This child's martial soul is by no means ordinary, and he must tell the Pope the news as soon as possible when he returns home! '

"Thank you, Master Deacon."

"After six years, I will report to Wuhundian Academy."

Qian Shengyun forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart, and said flatly.

He was not happy because he was able to go to Wuhundian Academy, but because he had awakened two god-level spirits.

As for promising Su Yuntao to go to Wuhundian Academy in six years, it was just a verbal promise.

Qian Shengyun didn't plan to go to Wuhundian Academy, as that might reveal his true identity prematurely.

If you reject Su Yuntao now, not only will the 100 gold soul coins per month be wasted, but you will also bring yourself a fatal disaster.

"Okay, then do it!"

"correct."

"What's your name?"

Su Yuntao asked doubtfully.

"Thousands... Mengheng!"

"Master Deacon, I have nothing to do, I will go first!"

After Qian Shengyun finished speaking, he turned around and left quickly.

"This child exudes a faint air of luxury, and he doesn't have the slightest bit of stage fright in front of my martial soul."

"His life experience is probably not simple!"

Looking at Qian Shengyun's gradually disappearing back, Su Yuntao sighed secretly.

........

Zhenhun Village.

In a cabin.

The sun shone into the room faintly through the gaps in the planks.

"Ying'er, I'm back!"

Qian Shengyun pushed open the wooden door, and put a pot of shochu in his hand and half a catty of pork head wrapped in yellow paper on the table.

"Brother, you are finally back!"

The little girl who was in a daze on the bed threw herself into Qian Shengyun's arms.

She is slender and petite, looks cute, speaks softly, and exudes a sweet fragrance from her body.

"Xiaoying, hasn't our father come back yet?"

"I bought him a jug of good shochu and his favorite pork head."

Qian Shengyun touched He Yinger's little head, his eyes were full of doting.

"Daddy never came back."

"Brother, where did you get the money to buy shochu and pork head meat? It costs dozens of copper soul coins, right?"

He Yinger was puzzled.

"I went to Saint Soul Village to awaken my spirit today. Your brother is a spirit master now, and he has a monthly allowance of one hundred gold spirit coins."

"Our dad has worked hard for most of his life, and it's time to enjoy the happiness!"

"When he comes back, we will move to Notting City!"

"This pork head meat is delicious, Xiaoying, you should eat it first!"

After Qian Shengyun finished speaking, he opened the yellow paper package, and the whole room instantly filled with the smell of pork head meat sauce.

"My God!"

"Soul master is such a lucrative profession?"

"One gold soul coin is equal to ten silver soul coins. I heard from my father that our annual expenses are only twenty silver soul coins."

"Brother, you now have a monthly allowance of one hundred gold soul coins. The Wuhun Palace is too generous."

He Yinger blinked her big eyes and exclaimed while eating the pork head.

Looking at his lovely younger sister, Qian Shengyun smiled slightly and said nothing.

These flashy money are just a drop in the ocean to him, not worth mentioning.

Because nothing is more important than your family and friends!

I don't know how many hours passed, and the sky gradually turned dark.

After eating and drinking, He Yinger lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

On the other hand, Qian Shengyun is restless now.

Logically speaking, He Baoxun should have returned in the afternoon.

But now there is no letter at all!

A bad premonition vaguely rose in his heart.

......

oh oh oh

In the early morning, the crowing of the big rooster was like an alarm clock, waking up the two brothers and sister Qian Shengyun from their deep sleep.

"Brother, why hasn't Dad come back yet?"

He Yinger got up, rubbed her big sleepy eyes, and said doubtfully.

Boom boom boom!

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"Who is it!" Qian Shengyun's left fist was wrapped in red soul power, and then he leaned against the wooden door.

He Yinger was so frightened that she curled up under the quilt.

"I'm the village head, Xiao Heng, your father... something happened to him!"

The hoarse voice of the old man came from outside the door, his words were full of grief and helplessness.

"What!" Qian Shengyun frowned, and quickly opened the door.

"Old Village Chief Zhang, what happened to my father?" He Yinger ran down from the bed and asked eagerly.

"Hey!"

"Come with me first!"

The village chief sighed, leaning on a walking stick and walked northward first.

Qian Shengyun vaguely guessed the ending, he took He Yinger's little hand, and walked slowly behind the village chief.

Because not far to the north is the cemetery of Zhenhun Village...

as predicted.

The village chief stopped at the cemetery.

In front of him was a corpse covered in a white cloth.

"Father!" Although the body was wrapped in white cloth, Qian Shengyun knew it was He Baoxun at a glance when he saw the figure!

Suddenly his hands trembled violently, and he lifted the white cloth little by little.

Just as he expected, the corpse under the white cloth was exactly He Baoxun!

He Baoxun's face was pale, his eyeballs protruded, and there was a scratch about [-] centimeters deep on his chest.

From the looks of it, he should have been terribly frightened before he died!

"father!"

"Who the hell did this... so viciously!"

He Yinger knelt beside the corpse, holding hands that had already been cold, and crying loudly.

Qian Shengyun had been crying for a long time, and turned his head to the side, unable to bear to watch.

The grace of nurturing is greater than everything.

If He Baoxun hadn't adopted Qian Shengyun six years ago, he would have already become a ghost in hell!

"I heard that after hunting at noon yesterday, Bao Xun dragged wild boar in a carriage and rushed towards Notting City happily."

"Unexpectedly, not far from Notting City, I met three great soul masters who robbed me and asked him to keep the wild boar."

"Bao Xun is good in everything, except that his head is a bit sloppy and a muscle."

"He refused to hand over the pork, so he had a dispute with these three great soul masters."

"An ordinary person, how can he be the opponent of three great soul masters..."

"After the three great soul masters brutally killed Bao Xun, they took away the boar meat and left without haste."

"Bao Xun is a good old man in our soul-suppressing village, but he didn't expect to end up in the wild."

The village head shook his head self-consciously, quite sad and indignant.

"My father died near Notting City."

"Is it impossible for the patrolling Tiandou soldiers not to see it?"

"Why didn't they arrest those three soul masters!"

Qian Shengyun's eyes were red, he was puzzled.

"This..." The village chief hesitated to speak, not daring to tell the truth.

"Village chief, don't worry, I won't be impulsive."

Seeing the concern in the old man's eyes, Qian Shengyun hurriedly preached.

"I heard from the residents at the scene that the Tiandou soldiers in front of the gate of Notting City watched your father be beaten to death by those three great soul masters."

"It is said that the three great soul masters have some backgrounds, and they have a very good relationship with the head of the Tiandou army in Notting City in private."

"The most important thing is that they seem to come from Wuhundian..."

"Bao Xun is a sudden disaster, it cannot be avoided!"

"Xiao Heng, you brothers and sisters should not delve into this matter any further."

The village chief sighed, feeling a huge sense of powerlessness in his heart.

There are tens of thousands of soul masters in the Wuhun Temple, and its branch halls are located in every city in the mainland. It is by no means something ordinary people like them can compete with...