Chapter 634, so Poor, so Bitter

Thunder exploded in the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

"How far is the village?"

"About three miles."

"Lead the way ahead."

"Yes, Young Master Qing."

"Dongqing, if you cover your mouth again, I'll be really angry."

"Put on your mask. You are Miss Ning, and I am Young Master Qing."

Dong Qing held an oiled paper umbrella in his hand, and his pupils hidden under the mask were calmly staring ahead.

He dispelled the layer of soul power shield outside his body, let the raindrops keep hitting the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, silently feeling the taste of walking in the heavy rain.

Freedom, tranquility, peace.

"Dongziqing, carry me on your back. I'm tired and don't want to walk."

"Miss Ning, come up."

"Hmph, you're exhausted."

"With this weight, I won't be exhausted to death."

After a few seconds.

Ning Rongrong lay on Dong Qing's back, with a pair of thighs clamped around his waist.

Perhaps because of a feeling of peace of mind, she also dissipated the shield of soul power around her.

With less than half of her soul power left, she had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and the tip of her nose was full of his smell, silently enjoying the sense of security brought by her man.

She is very proud and unapproachable, but she is not stupid. If she hadn't been with Dongqing, she would not have wasted her soul power so much, holding up a soul power shield to resist the rain all over the sky.

but

Ning Rongrong soon discovered a very serious problem, that is, Dong Qing's attention was not on himself at all, instead, he reached out to touch the rain outside the oil-paper umbrella from time to time.

"Young Ziqing, I feel that your attention to me is sometimes not as good as this heavy rain. I don't know what you are thinking. What is so good about rain?"

"This rain is born in the sky and dies in the earth. The process in between is life. The reason why I look at the rain, I don't look at the sky, I don't look at the earth, and I don't look at you. It is the reincarnation between life and death of all things in the world."

"Can't understand"

"It's right if you don't understand."

"What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

"What do you mean by boring?"

At this time.

The front of the line.

Ma Youtie, an ordinary mortal, has been leading the way silently. The mud splashed by the rain stained his trouser legs, but he could not stain an ordinary and pure heart at all.

Don't ask Dongqing how he saw it.

With the identity of the evil god king, he can perceive the good and evil in mortals even if the person is not dead and has not returned to the underworld to reincarnate in the six realms of reincarnation.

For example, Niu Xiaomei, the good and evil in her body have long been out of balance. This is simply a woman who has committed a heinous crime.

And it's not just her.

Even for Ye Lingling and Ye Ruyin, the two mothers and daughters who possessed the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Soul, the good and evil in them were more evil than good, and they were not a good woman in essence.

Not far away for now.

Even Ning Rongrong, who is on Dongqing's back at the moment, can barely maintain the balance of good and evil. She is not very good, but she is not too bad either. Good thing woman.

But it doesn't matter.

Dongqing didn't care whether they were good people, but only cared whether they were chaste and loyal to him. Naturally, he alone had to bear the sins and consequences of them.

I don't know how long I walked, but the heavy rain gradually stopped.

Ning Rongrong, who was lying on Dongqing's back, couldn't help but dozed off, she heard the sound of chickens, ducks and dogs barking in front of her.

see.

She slid off Dongqing's back, adjusted her dress, and hugged Dongqing's arm familiarly.

"What village is this?" Ning Rongrong looked left and right, and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"Huazi Village." Dong Qing said lightly.

"What a strange name, why isn't it called Huapetal Village." Ning Rongrong frowned.

Minutes passed.

After entering the village.

Dongqing and Ning Rongrong, who were dressed gorgeously and obviously had an extraordinary temperament, immediately attracted the attention of the villagers in this village.

However, since they are now wearing masks, these villagers can only conclude that Dongqing and Ning Rongrong are soul masters, and they have no way of guessing their identities.

"Ma Youtie, unexpectedly, you actually know Lord Soul Master?"

"No, Young Master Qing and Miss Ning are just passing by and come to our village to take a look."

"You even know the name, and you still say you don't know?"

"It's just a pseudonym. They told me. I don't know the real name and appearance."

"Really?"

"real."

After confirming that Ma Youtie had no deep relationship with Lord Soul Master, these villagers also behaved extremely realistically, and immediately dispersed, and lost interest in Ma Youtie, and returned to their previous indifferent faces.

the other side.

"You two soul masters, I am Li Youtian, the head of Huazi Village, and this is my son Li Hongwei."

A middle-aged man with a slightly cunning appearance, that is, Li Youtian, the head of Huazi Village.

At this time, he led a young man with pockmarked face, his son Li Hongwei, and introduced him to Dongqing.

"roll."

Dongqing stretched out his finger and flicked, the gravity field was activated, and a horizontal gravity was activated, directly knocking the village chief Li Youtian and his son to Li Hongwei.

"Bang!" There was a heavy landing.

The dust was everywhere, and the father and son fell to the ground, bleeding from the corners of their mouths, looking at Dong Qing with fear in their eyes, but they didn't dare to hate Dong Qing, a terrible soul master, but secretly hated Ma You, who was at a loss by the side. iron.

It's not Dongqing who oppresses mortals.

Leaving aside Li Youtian, there is only greed in his eyes.

Dongqing has seen this kind of look a lot. Many people want to curry favor with themselves so as to gain benefits from themselves. This is a natural thing.

But that Li Hongwei's eyes were so dirty that Dong Qing couldn't bear it.

Stupid, filthy, dirty.

"It's disgusting, let me just say, you shouldn't come to these villages, it's just you, if you want to come, you must come." Ning Rongrong kicked Dong Qing a few times angrily.

And at this time.

Dong Qing keenly noticed that a few black particles fell from the space soul guide on Ning Rongrong's wrist, roughly resembling a kind of insect eggs.

These black particles, which resemble insect eggs, trembled slightly when they touched the ground.

Soon, these black particles came alive from the half-dead state, turned into nematodes the size of silver needles, and swept towards Li Youtian and Li Hongwei and his son.

Because these nematodes are too small, only the size of a silver needle, and coupled with their extremely fast speed, ordinary people cannot see them at all, so they are sneaked into the body by the nematodes.

"Where did it come from?" Dong Qing asked softly.

Ning Rongrong pinched the hem of her clothes and whispered in Dongqing's ear, "Hehe, Yanzi gave you a little thing. When he said that we can't execute those mortals who dare to offend us face to face, we use this little thing to get into their heads."

"I knew that this kind of thing was given by her. It stands to reason that their father and son are not guilty of death."

Dong Qing didn't continue talking, he would not blame the people around him for the death of others.

Don't mention the whispers between the two of them.

After seeing the village head and his son who were trying to strike up a conversation with the soul master, they were suddenly sent flying, and the other villagers dared not approach.

then.

They pushed and shoved Ma Youtie, an honest man, trying to find a way to send this terrifying couple away quickly. At the same time, they didn't dare to have the innocent dream of getting closer to the soul master.

A soul master is a soul master, and a mortal is a mortal.

Except for the low-level deacons of the Wuhun Hall who awaken the Wuhun for free for six-year-old children every year, most of the soul masters have an extremely indifferent attitude towards mortals.

"Young Master Qing, Miss Ning, do you still want to visit the village?" Ma Youtie asked cautiously.

Ning Rongrong didn't pay attention to Ma Youtie, but she didn't try to harm him either. She wasn't that vicious, but she was really disgusted by that pockmarked Li Hongwei just now.

That's right, no matter what the reason is, soul masters kill mortals, according to the law jointly promulgated by the Spirit Hall and the two empires, there is no doubt that Ning Rongrong is now an evil soul master.

But the world is so unfair.

Because of Dongqing, Ning Rongrong can trample on the law to a certain extent as long as she wants to.

"Ma Youtie, where's your brother?" Dong Qing said lightly.

"He's here." Ma Youtie faltered, suddenly a little speechless.

See here.

Dongqing's mental power quietly unfolded, and according to Ma Youtie's micro-expression and the direction in which his eyes subconsciously moved, he quickly locked onto Ma Youtong who was among the villagers.

But when he saw this guy cowering, he didn't have any interest in continuing to pay attention.

"It's okay, I'll just ask, it's fine if I'm not here." Dong Qing waved his hand.

subsequent time.

Under the leadership of Ma Youtie, Dongqing took a general look at the village. It was better than the former Holy Soul Village, at least the Wuhun Branch Hall in the center of the village looked okay.

Not surprising though.

The former Holy Soul Village was really too remote, and the location was too close to the Star Dou Forest. If it wasn't for me, it is estimated that Holy Soul Village couldn't build a spacious road at all.

Now because of this road leading directly to Notting City, Holy Soul Village is more than ten times stronger than before, and now the whole village is constantly developing towards the direction of small towns.

half an hour later.

"This is."

Dong Qing looked at the mud room in front of him and fell into deep thought. What he was thinking about was not the mud room, but the main thing he thought about was that it was actually a mud room with only half a roof.

Looking at the mud bricks piled up on the open space next to the house, he knew that the mud brick house was still under construction.

Different from Dongqing.

Ning Rongrong didn't respond much, in her opinion, the villagers in these small places are all equally poor, anyway, she couldn't tell the difference between the old and the new adobe houses.

At this time.

Faced with Dongqing's doubts, Ma Youtie looked a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and said, "I got married not long ago and moved out of my brother Youtong's house. The house has not been built yet, so Mr. Dong Qingjian laughed."

The voice just fell.

A young woman came over from the outside, holding a yellowed vegetable basket in her hand, which contained freshly picked sweet potato seedling leaves.

"Are they?" the young woman asked curiously.

She is not good-looking, not at all, and her body that has been working all year round makes her look not very good, and she always feels that she will not live long.

But Ning Rongrong, as a woman and also as a bystander, with a keen mind, saw full happiness from this woman's face.

So poor, so bitter.

Why does she still feel happy?

Ning Rongrong didn't understand, she really didn't understand at all, she felt that if she lived in such a poor environment, she might not be able to persist for a day.

"Guiying, don't be dazed, go and cook, there are guests at home." Ma Youtie hurriedly greeted this young woman, who was what he called Guiying, and asked her to cook quickly.

Then he hurriedly said to Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong: "Young Master Qing, Miss Ning, she is my wife Cao Guiying, she just came back from farm work, and she didn't have time to wash her face, it's really embarrassing Excuse me."

On Ma Youtie's honest and honest face, at this time, like that Cao Guiying, there was a happy smile that Ning Rongrong, a born noble princess, could not understand.

If it wasn't for the inappropriate situation, she would like to ask, how can you two laugh when you are already so poor, and even the houses are half and half?

"It's okay, Ma Youtie, just sit down and take advantage of your wife's spare time cooking. I represent Wuhundian and she represents Tiandou Empire. I want to ask you some general questions."

Dong Qing casually took out a complete set of tables and chairs from the small world inside Duntiansuo, sat in the main seat by himself, and sat beside him with Ning Rongrong who was dazed at the side.

"When did I represent"

Ning Rongrong stared at Dong Qing with strange eyes, she wanted to ask when she represented the Heaven Dou Empire, and when she wanted to ask Ma Youtie in front of her.

Don't wait for her to ask.

Dong Qing patted the back of Ning Rongrong's hand lightly, shook her head slightly, let her swallow back the questions she was full of, and could only sit beside him as a mascot

"Okay, I will answer seriously." Ma Youtie nodded.

Perhaps it was the inferiority complex in his heart, for fear that he would spoil the tables, chairs and benches that Dongqing took out at random, even if Dongqing ordered him to sit down, he only dared to sit halfway.

"Does the lower-level deacon of the Wuhun branch in the nearby city come to your village every year and awaken the Wuhun for the six-year-old school-age children in the village?" Dong Qing asked.

"Yes." Ma Youtie nodded.

"Has he, indirectly or directly asked you villagers for gold soul coins as a reward?" Dong Qing continued to ask.

"No." Ma Youtie shook his head.

"Hmph, I don't believe it. The deacon at the bottom of the Spirit Hall is so clean, maybe it's just that he dare not say it."

Ning Rongrong whimpered cutely, she couldn't tell at all that just because a mortal's eyes were too ignorant, filthy, and filthy, she crushed to death a mortal whose life was comparable to two ants.

"I believe him." Dong Qing thought for a while and said.

"The ghosts believe that there are no scumbags who take bribes in your Spirit Hall?" Ning Rongrong looked disdainful.

"There must be some, but I can't get ink from these villagers." Dongqing said calmly.

"Really? You who, what iron, tell the truth quickly, did those deacons who give you free awakening of martial souls ask you for any benefits in private?" Ning Rongrong said in a threatening tone.

But even in the face of a threat from a superior soul master, Ma Youtie, who was just an ordinary mortal, finally shook his head firmly.

"No, our villages outside the city are too poor. After working for a year, after paying taxes and leaving enough rations to survive, there are not many children at all. Master soul masters live in the city. He often makes friends with high-ranking officials, but he actually doesn't think much of us three melons and two dates."

"If it wasn't for the fact that His Majesty the Pope of the Spirit Hall had issued an amnesty, ordering all the personnel of the Spirit Hall."

As Ma Youtie was talking, he quickly remembered the pope's pardon engraved deep in his mind.

Martial Soul Palace Pope Bibi Dong's pardon.

No matter how remote and remote the village is, as long as there is a martial soul branch hall in the village, no matter how simple it is, the local deacon must go there to hold the martial soul awakening ceremony in person.

This pardon was written in the hearts of commoner soul masters, and they were willing to give their soul power for it.