The legend of the evil spirit of Douluo

Chapter 7 Birthday Present
When Zhang Ji and the others returned to the Qingshan Game Shop, the Qingshan Game Shop was bustling with activity.

After Zhang Ji dismissed the children, he joined them.

"Nianchen, you are really amazing. You are born full of soul power. I heard from my father that a child born with full soul power can only appear in a large sect." Duan Qing came to Bai Nianchen and said.

"You're not bad either, your innate level six soul power is pretty good." Bai Nianchen praised.

"I'm not like you. I have tenth-level soul power. I still need to cultivate my soul power through meditation." Duan Qing said bitterly.

"Don't worry, take your time!"

After Bai Nianchen separated from Duan Qing, he returned to the room that belonged to him and Bai Jie.

Time passed quietly, and it was evening in a blink of an eye.

The men in Qingshan Village had no chance to rest until the Qingshan game shop closed. The business of the Qingshan game shop was so good that there was an endless stream.

The meat in Qingshan Wild Meat Shop is quite famous in Notting City. There is a trace of soul power in these meats, and it has the effect of strengthening the body after eating.

Although the effect is small, it does not affect the pursuit of Notting City residents in the slightest.

The sky was gradually shrouded in night, and in the courtyard of Qingshan Game Shop, a bonfire was lit, and there were many delicacies around the bonfire.

The men in Qingshan Village were cheering and drinking, and the children were eating delicious food in silence. The atmosphere was extremely lively and festive.

"Everyone be quiet, I have a few words to say." Zhang Ji got up and said to everyone.

When everyone heard Zhang Ji's voice, they all fell silent and looked at Zhang Ji.

"Today is a very happy day for our Qingshan Village, because two soul masters were born in our Qingshan Village, they are Bai Nianchen and Duan Qing."

"Thank you for the blessing of our ancestors. After a hundred years, a soul master finally appeared in our Qingshan Village." Zhang Ji said impassionedly.

"Soul Master! Soul Master!" the crowd below cheered.

After Zhang Jixu pressed twice, the sound disappeared.

"In order for the two soul masters in our Qingshan Village to grow up better, I decided to send them to Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy." Zhang Ji said

"However, the tuition fees of the Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City are extremely high, and our village cannot afford it at all."

"Then what can we do? The two children can only get a better education in the Soul Master Academy. Is it possible that they have to hunt for a lifetime like us?"

"It would be great if our Qingshan Village could have places for work-study students like those big villages."



"Everyone, please don't argue. I've already made up my mind. The school fees for the two children will be borne by the village. There are still three months before the start of Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy. Let's try to get together the tuition fees for the two children. What do you think?"

"I have no opinion. The two children are the hope of our Qingshan Village. I support them!"

"If you suffer for us, you can't suffer for the children. I also support it!"

"I support it too!"

For Zhang Ji's idea, the men in Qingshan Village voted unanimously.

Bai Nianchen at the side watched this scene quietly, a warm current flowed through his heart, a kind of emotion that had never appeared in his previous life filled his heart.

Although Qingshan Village is small, it is extremely united and warm!
Late at night, people in the courtyard returned to their rooms one after another.

In Bai Jie's room.

"What is your martial soul?" Bai Jie looked at Bai Nianchen and asked slowly.

"My martial soul is a long spear, called the Spear of Shocking Netherworld!"

The soul power was running, black air flow surrounded Bai Nianchen, and a simple black spear appeared in his hand.

"gun?"

After hearing that Bai Nianchen's martial spirit was a spear, Bai Jie's body trembled slightly, his eyes sparkled.

"I see, take it back!" Bai Jie glanced at it and said to Bai Nianchen.

With the Jingming Spear retracted, Bai Nianchen looked at Bai Jie with burning eyes, "Dad, my martial soul is a spear, so is your martial soul also a spear? I don't think I've ever seen Dad's martial soul."

"Father, can you let me see your martial soul?"

A trace of hesitation flashed across Bai Jie's face, and he said flatly, "My martial soul is also a gun, so it's nothing to look at."

"It's getting so dark. After a busy day, I'm sleepy. Go to sleep." Bai Jie took off his coat, jumped on the bed, and said sleepily.

"Father, I want an iron gun!" Bai Nianchen stood beside the bed and said falteringly.

"Hurr, snort"

Bai Jie's snoring sound came from Bai Nianchen's ear, and Bai Nianchen went to bed depressed.

Two days passed in a hurry, and all the prey brought by Qingshan Village were sold out in these two days.

After the men in Qingshan Village bought some daily necessities, they prepared to pack up and go home.

[-]% of the proceeds from selling prey this time went to Zhang Ji, as Duan Qing's tuition fees after three months, and the remaining [-]% ​​was distributed to the hunters.

On the road outside Notting City, Bai Nianchen and Bai Jie were sitting on the carriage, Bai Nianchen looked a little depressed, because so far, he had not received the iron gun he wanted.

Bai Jie looked at his depressed son beside him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't.

During the break, Duan Qing came to find Bai Nianchen to go out to play, leaving Bai Jie alone in the car.

When the convoy set off and Bai Nianchen returned to the carriage, there was a long object lying in the carriage, which was tightly wrapped by cloth strips.

Seeing that object, Bai Nianchen seemed to have guessed what was inside, and was suddenly overjoyed, with a joyful smile on his face.

"Little Nianchen, your sixth birthday is here, happy birthday, this is a birthday present for you." Bai Jie said with a smile.

"Is it that thing?" Bai Nianchen asked.

"You'll know if you take it apart and have a look!"

"Good weight!"

Bai Nianchen reached out to lift it up, but found that the object was very heavy, weighing at least 100 jin.

With his soul power running, Bai Nianchen managed to take this object.

After tearing off the cloth strip on it, a cold light flashed, and a sharp spear tip as smooth as a mirror appeared in front of Bai Nianchen.

The appearance of the iron gun is exactly the same as his Wuhun Jingming spear, simple and unpretentious, simple and elegant.

Caressing the iron gun with both hands, Bai Nianchen's eyes were full of love.

"How is it? Do you like it?" Looking at Bai Nianchen's expression, Bai Jie was also filled with joy, and asked with a smile.

"Yes, I like it very much, thank you Dad!" Bai Nianchen replied with a smile on his face.

"nice! You love it!"

In fact, what Bai Nianchen didn't know was that Bai Jie heard Bai Nianchen's words that night, and the next day he went to the blacksmith's shop, paid for it himself, and built it according to Bai Nianchen's martial spirit.

The money spent on making this long gun was ten times the income from selling the prey this time. That is to say, Bai Jie didn't earn any money at all after working hard for so many days in Notting City this time.

However, seeing his son's happy face, Bai Jie immediately felt that everything was worth it.

After returning to Qingshan Village, Zhang Ji held a village meeting, informed the whole village of Duan Qing and Bai Nianchen becoming soul masters, and announced his decision.

Regarding Zhang Ji's decision, the whole village did not have any objections, and they all worked hard to prepare for the opening of Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy three months later.

Bai Nianchen, who was the party involved, was standing in the courtyard at this time, with black air surrounding his body, and holding the ghost gun in his hand.

A heavy panting sound came from Bai Nianchen's mouth, dense sweat appeared on his forehead, and the little hand holding the ghost gun trembled slightly.

Finally at a certain moment, Bai Nianchen's face turned pale, he withdrew his ghost gun, and half knelt on the ground.

"With my current soul power, after releasing the martial soul, it can only last for one and a half minutes."

Bai Nianchen sat cross-legged on the ground, running the Lingchen Art to recover the soul power in his body.

"Dad, I want to go hunting!"

When Bai Nianchen was having dinner with Bai Jie, after thinking about it for a while, Bai Nianchen said to Bai Jie.

(End of this chapter)