Chapter 120 Ling Yuan lying under the bed, Sword Servant

Tiandou Empire, southwestern border, Holy Soul Village.

It was just daybreak when a pale sky appeared in the distant east.

On the small hill adjacent to the Holy Soul Village, there appeared a young, thin figure.

That was a three-year-old child.

Often exposed to the baking heat, his skin was slightly dark, his short black hair was very neat, and his clothes were worn but clean.

Even though he was only three years old, he climbed the slope without blushing or panting, and looked very contented.

After climbing up the hill, he sat on the ground.

He stared at the eastern sky, breathing in slowly through his nose and then exhaling slowly.
Practicing his own unique breathing method.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and purple air gushed out from the gradually brightening sky.
The appearance of purple air made him highly concentrated.

It wasn't long before the purple air in the east dissipated and the boy slowly closed his eyes.

A stream of white turbid air came out of his mouth like a thread, and then slowly dissipated.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a faint purple glimmer in his eyes.

"It's time to go back."

Tang San looked at the sky.

The thin body jumped up and ran down the mountain.

It has been three years since I came into this world.

He started practicing Xuantian Gong when he was a little over one year old, and he is still laying the foundation.

West side of Holy Soul Village.
At the entrance of the village, the three most rudimentary adobe houses are Tang San’s home.

On the roof of the adobe house
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 wine.

As soon as you enter the house.

Tang San could already smell the fragrant aroma of rice, which was the breakfast he made himself.

Recently, even though he was not tall enough to reach the stove, he had to take on this responsibility in order to have enough food to eat.

Pick up the broken bowl, step on the stool, and open the pot lid
The aroma of rice wafted through the air, and the porridge in the pot had already been cooked thoroughly.

Carefully, he filled two bowls of porridge, so thick that you could count the grains of rice, and placed them on the table. He then called out to the inner room:

"Dad, it's time to eat."

half an hour.

The door curtain of the inner room was lifted, and Tang Hao staggered out.

He raised his cloudy eyes and looked at Tang San twice.
His eyes were dull and dim.

He raised his big hands and rubbed his messy hair, and some crumbs fell onto the table.

Tang San couldn't help but frowned.
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.
From the time he opened his eyes until now, Tang San didn't know what fatherly love was.

Tang Hao never cared about him.

The family was so poor that they didn't even have a decent table and chairs, and eating was a problem.
The main reason was that Tang Hao spent all his meager income as a blacksmith on drinking.

But Tang San was not annoyed.

There was no desire to explore anything, and there was no desire for 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 in big mouthfuls, seemingly unable to feel the temperature.

The corner of his eyes was fixed on Tang San
After drinking, go back to the house.

……

The sun is shining brightly in Wuhun City.
In a secluded training area surrounded by trees, a handsome young man was sitting cross-legged.

Dressed in white.

Next to it was a long sword made of fine iron.

The handsome, childish face was covered with a few crystal beads of sweat.

The fallen leaves drift and land on my shoulders.

After practicing sword, Qian Renjue has been sitting cross-legged under a tree for a long time.

The breeze brings comfort
The strange fluctuations of soul power completely blocked the breeze.

hum!
The fallen leaves on my shoulders suddenly flew up.

The soul power poured out from Qian Renjue's body in a surging manner.

"Whoo~"

After letting out a long breath, Qian Renjue opened his eyes and smiled.

"Isn't it time for mom to agree to this?"

"Congratulations to His Royal Highness the Saint Son for breaking through level 50. This is a record-breaking achievement." A clear and gentle voice sounded beside Qian Renjue's ears.

"The record for Soul King is now set by my elder sister. I am still far behind."

Qian Renjue shook his head.

Thinking that he could go see Qian Renxue, the smile on his face grew even wider.

Look up towards where the sound came from.
He was stunned for a moment, his fair and handsome face turned slightly red, and he lowered his head helplessly with his hands on his forehead.

Complained: "Sister Lingyuan, don't stand so high when you are wearing a skirt."

"puff"

There were some sweet giggles coming from the trees.

Lingyuan Douluo was wearing a black long skirt that fluttered in the wind. She leaned against a tree trunk, hugging her arms to support her chest.

With a blush on her face, she lowered her eyes and looked at Qian Renjue.

With a smile on his face, he said, "I obey your command, Your Highness."

The words fell.

Lingyuan Douluo landed gracefully on the ground, drew out the sword, and knelt on one knee.

Respectfully:
"Your Highness, your sword."

"..."

Qian Renjue rolled his eyes.

"Sister Lingyuan, I've told you many times that you don't have to keep bowing."

"That won't do. It would be bad if His Majesty knew."

Lingyuan Douluo shook his head gently, and his plump body swayed slightly.

Brown eyes are soft.
"Although His Royal Highness the Saint is very kind to me, one thing is another."

"Even so, it's too much."

Qian Renjue curled his lips, quickly stood up and put away the sword.

"Pfft, I think it's just right."

Ling Yuan chuckled, slowly stood up, and took off the coat that Qian Renjue had hung on the tree.

"Your Highness, are we going to the Pope's Palace next?"

"Well, now that I've broken through level 50, it's time to go soul hunting. I'll discuss this with mom first."

Qian Renjue smiled and nodded slightly.

A breeze blew by, and her waist-length golden hair fluttered, and the sweat on her handsome face had dried.

He has a high nose bridge and three-dimensional facial features. Even though he looks childish, he still looks strong.

Nearly 1.8 meters tall, slender and well-proportioned.

Ling Yuan Douluo couldn't help but stare in a daze, and smoothed the hair on the side of his face.

Your Highness's smile is really very appealing.
"Let's go, Sister Lingyuan. You have to help me put in a good word when the time comes."

Qian Renjue walked in front with a smile, turned around and asked Ling Yuan for help.

A look of difficulty flashed across Lingyuan Douluo's beautiful face.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for Ling Yuan. Helping you conceal the fact that I used my martial spirit is enough for His Majesty to sentence me to death."

"Oh, okay."

Qian Renjue laughed dryly with guilt.

"No matter what, I still want to thank Sister Lingyuan for accompanying me in sword practice."

"This is what subordinates should do."

Lingyuan Douluo smiled, holding Qian Renjue's clothes and following behind him.

Over the past two years.

Rather than saying that Ling Yuan is a bodyguard, it would be more accurate to say that she is a sword servant, 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 carried out openly.

There are naturally more things that can be done.

Training, chatting, caring, and even blatant surveillance.

Bibi Dong knows everything about Qian Renjue's daily life.

Ling Yuan also learned a lot of skills from Bibi Dong as a mother while reporting on her work.
I'm already familiar with taking care of it.

Not long after.

Qian Renjue and Ling Yuan Douluo came to the quiet Pope's Palace.

　I wish you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)