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Su Yuntao was a little confused. After doing martial arts testing for so many years, this was the first time he encountered such a situation.

It might be said that he does not have a martial soul, but this kid has soul power, and the soul power is not low, at least it should be above the innate full soul power, otherwise the test crystal ball would not explode.

The martial spirit in this child is probably a martial spirit that he has never seen before, or a martial spirit that cannot be detected by his current methods.

Su Yuntao's eyes lingered on Chen Jun, "Boy, does your father have a martial spirit?"

Before Chen Jun opened his mouth, the kid next to him said: "His father runs a tavern, and Wuhun is a wine barrel."

"Your father is a wine barrel, and your mother, is your mother very beautiful?" Su Yuntao asked hurriedly.

Chen Jun: "..."

What the hell, do you suspect that his adoptive father was cheated by someone?

"She has no martial arts soul, but she is just the most beautiful woman in the Holy Soul Village."

Hearing the child next to him say this, Su Yuntao had a look of understanding, "There are two situations. First, you don't have a martial spirit in your body. Second, there may be some kind of mutated martial spirit in you, but I have a martial spirit here.

The branch hall cannot be tested, so if you want to test it, you can go to a big city, such as the imperial capital."

"Tang San was born with full soul power. Your soul power is at least equal to his. It's just a pity that the uncertainty of your martial soul is too high. If you want to become a soul master, there is little hope. You must pile up resources to see results.

"

Su Yuntao originally wanted to recommend this boy who was neither humble nor arrogant to his superiors.

Unfortunately, the risk brought by the martial spirit is too high. If it is further determined that the mutated martial spirit is a useless martial spirit such as a hoe, it will not only waste a lot of resources, but also destroy a child's mind. The most important thing is that he himself will have to eat

Hang down.

There were already many naughty children nearby showing expressions of gloating. Only Tang San's eyes fell on Chen Jun and he was a little surprised. It was really rare for a child to have such a calm demeanor.

"Master Su, what is the innate full soul power?" Tang San asked curiously.

"Full innate soul power refers to the highest soul power that a soul master can achieve innately when his martial soul awakens." Su Yuntao explained seriously: "The amount of innate soul power determines the starting level of a soul master's training.

The higher your soul power is innately, the faster you can cultivate it the day after tomorrow."

"Furthermore, a soul master with full innate soul power will have a huge advantage over ordinary people in his subsequent practice. After all, when I awakened my martial soul, I only had two levels of innate soul power."

Su Yuntao's eyes fell on Chen Jun and Tang San. Two of them were born with full soul power, but unfortunately one soul was too risky and the other Blue Silver Grass was useless.

Tang San was about to ask again, but Su Yuntao had already walked out of the door without any regrets.

The door opened, and Old Jack met Su Yuntao with a nervous look on his face, "Master, how are you? Is it possible for the children in our village to become soul masters this year?"

Su Yuntao looked at Chen Jun and Tang San, and said: "There are two of them, but the hope of becoming a soul master is slim. You can give me the indicators of Luoding City this year."

Holy Soul Village is the village where the Soul Saint was born.

There is a quota for working-study students in Ruoding City every year. For many people who have never even taken a step out of the village, this can be said to be an opportunity to change their destiny.

Village Elder Jack's gaze rested on Chen Jun and Tang San, as if he was making a decision.

Chen Jun knew that the old village chief had always had a jealous character and had many opinions about the richest man in the Holy Soul Village, Old Chen of the tavern, not to mention that he also loved Tang San very much.

It is self-evident to whom this quota of work-study students in the village will be given.

Chen Jun naturally had no idea about the quota for work-study students. He had too many options, but he was still a little uncomfortable with Old Jack's behavior.

"Sorry, Xiao Chen."

Tang San felt very sorry, especially since he, as a time traveler, had actually snatched a child's spot. Perhaps without his arrival, this child from Holy Soul Village might have had a different fate.

This was Tang San's inner thought, but he didn't know that the person in front of him was another time traveler.

Or a time traveler who has seen his fate in life.

Tang San was standing on the second floor, and Chen Jun could at least be standing on the fifth floor.

Chen Jun shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter. My family has money, so it's no problem to study."

Lao Chen, the owner of the tavern, is indeed a wealthy man. He imports various raw materials from Ruoding City every month. It is no problem for him to go to Ruoding City to study. For him, books are often a way to get in touch with the secrets of the origin of the world.

The most effective way is that knowledge can be turned into power. Chen Jun has always believed in this.

"Aren't you worried about your martial spirit?"

Tang San walked side by side with him. He had never seen such a calm child.

"There is nothing to worry about. I believe my martial spirit must be very powerful." Chen Jun smiled, "Tang San, do you want to become a spirit master? What is your dream?"

"Dream, it's still too early for me to talk about dreams at my age."

"Morning? I think you must be hiding something from that Su Yuntao. Your martial spirit is by no means as simple as Blue Silver Grass. It must be something very powerful."

Tang San was shocked. He had indeed concealed it. There was a hammer in his left hand. Although he didn't know what its function was now, out of the caution of a time traveler, he didn't show it rashly. How could the child next to him notice him?

strange?

Could it be——

"Sichuan Tangmen?" Tang San secretly asked.

Chen Jun almost laughed, Tang San was testing whether he was a disciple of the Tang Sect and fell off the cliff with him to cross over.

He didn't know about Tang San's Tang sect, but he knew about the second-rate poison sect in Swordsman, so he wanted to test it out, right?

"What is the Tang Gate? Is it made of sugar? Can it be eaten?" Chen Jun said seriously: "Cars, rockets, aircraft carriers?"

Door made of sugar.

Tang San:"??"

"What are cars, rockets, and aircraft carriers?" Tang San asked curiously.

It seemed that Tang San was indeed an ancient native. Chen Jun shook his head and said, "I heard people say that cars, rockets, and aircraft carriers are the secret weapons of Wuhun Palace."

As the son of the tavern, Chen Jun might indeed have come into contact with information about traveling around, but Tang San didn't think much about it.

The chance that the disciples of the Tang Sect in Sichuan would travel to this other world together was too small, and he had seen this Chen Jun since he was a child.

If he was really a disciple of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, he would have been exposed long ago, and Tang San didn't find any information about the Tang Sect's internal strength in him.

And even if the disciples of the Tang Clan in Sichuan traveled to this other world.

As the most outstanding genius of the Tang Sect, Tang San was confident and not afraid of anyone.

But this Chen Jun did have an unknown secret, and Tang San was not interested in finding out. After all, there was no secret bigger than that he was a time traveler.

"Will you also go to Luoding City?" Tang San asked curiously.

"Yes, it is most likely that we will go to Ruoding City to study together." Chen Jun asked, "Xiao San, what do you think it will be like for you to become a big shot in the future?"

"Big shot? I don't know about this. I'll find out later." Tang San said goodbye and left, "Xiao Chen, I'm leaving first."

Chen Jun watched the six-year-old Tang San leave and sighed in his heart.

Tang San's limitation lies in his vision, and it's not just Tang San, but all the Shrek Seven Devils.

In Chen Jun's view, "Douluo Dalu" can be said to be a complete tragedy to a certain extent.

It tells the story of Tang San, who came from another world, traveled across time with hidden weapon technology, and tried to overthrow Douluo Continent, the feudal theological rule dominated by Wuhun Palace, but ultimately failed.

Tang San wanted to defeat God, but in the end he could only become a God.

Oscar in Shrek's Seven Monsters wants to break the barrier between nobles and common people, but in the end he can only become a noble.

The brave man who slayed the dragon eventually turned into the evil dragon and assimilated into a part of the decay.

Douluo's ending appears to be a happy ending for everyone, but in fact it reveals people's powerlessness in the face of reality and satirizes the oppression and enslavement of human nature in Western feudal society.

The task given to Chen Jun by the system is to make Qingyun Sect the strongest sect in Douluo.

But he felt that overthrowing this decadent Western aristocratic society was a more historically responsible challenge and spreading red throughout the world.

Of course, in this case, he will inevitably embark on the path of taking on the entire world by himself, and become the black hand that controls the world in the eyes of the world.

.....

During this period of time, Chen Jun and Tang San had more frequent contacts.

Of course, they still hide the secrets of their respective time travels from each other, and they are superficial friends.

In fact, it wasn't impossible for Chen Jun to say it, but he felt that he would wait until Tang San became a big boss.

It will definitely be fun to reveal his biggest secret and watch his expression change from confused, questioning, to shocked.

Tang San is too young now, so it's not interesting.

These days, Tang San has been learning blacksmithing and hammering skills with his father Tang Hao.

Originally, Tang's father was unwilling to let his son become a soul master because he was worried about the power of the Wuhun Palace. After all, their whole family had a blood feud with the Wuhun Palace. But when Tang San revealed that the Clear Sky Hammer had twin martial souls, Tang San

Hao still couldn't bear to waste such a powerful talent and Tang San's longing gaze.

Chen Jun has been pondering his martial arts spirit on the top of the mountain.

One thing that is certain is that he does not have a martial spirit, but it can also be said that he does.

To be more precise, the form of his martial spirit is ever-changing and not subject to any restrictions. It is like a blank piece of paper, with nothing on it, but everything can be drawn upon it.

Chen Jun was noncommittal on this point. Whether he had a martial spirit or not had little influence on him.

As for his soul power, Chen Jun can be sure that it should be at level 30 of the innate full soul power. If it were not for the age limit and restricted by the rules of the world, it could actually be higher.

Su Yuntao said that the maximum innate full soul power is level 10, and it is impossible to exceed innate level 10. I don't know if his situation is an anomaly.

In fact, if Chen Jun hadn't forgotten the plot of Douluo Dalu a long time ago, he would have known that Qian Renxue, the daughter of Pope Bibi Dong of the Wuhun Palace and the former Pope Qian Xunji, has an innate soul power of level 20 and six wings of Wuhun.

Angel.

Chen Jun spends most of his daily work testing his own magic and the feasibility of his magical powers in this world.

This is just like when he entered the Zhuxian world from the Swordsman world. Different world rules require different martial arts methods, and magical powers that fit the operation of this world will be more efficient.

On the top of the mountain, there was a sudden crash.

I saw a green leaf piercing the trunk of a big tree. The child standing ten meters away was the handsome and lovely Chen Jun.

He flicked his wrist again, and the leaf held between the index and middle fingers of his right hand spun out, flew straight out like cutting through the air, and hit the big tree ten meters away.

In just one month, Chen Jun has grown from a leaf 5 meters away to 10 meters away.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a huge and rapid progress, but in Chen Jun's eyes, it is sparse and ordinary, a bit like the effect of working behind closed doors. Without contact with the martial arts and soul skill knowledge of this world, many of his conjectures and experiments are just castles in the air.

But a month passed in the blink of an eye, and it was time to go to Ruoding City Junior College.

.....

At the entrance of Holy Soul Village, the village elder, Jack, was waiting with a carriage.

The carriage was hired by the adoptive parents of the tavern owner. They were not stingy with Chen Jun, their adopted son. Naturally, they were in favor of Chen Jun entering Notting City Junior College to study.

Chen Jun is not a hard-hearted and indifferent person. Although he cannot give the two real emotional comfort, during this time he still gave the couple some brewing methods, but not too much. After all, if there is too much, it will cause trouble.

.

After waiting for a while, Tang San arrived alone, without his father around to say goodbye.

But Chen Jun's spirit could feel that there was a strong aura hidden in the darkness. It was obvious that Tang Hao was observing the farewell, and he couldn't worry about his precious son.

After the adoptive parents in the tavern explained many matters, the carriage started to move.

Chen Jun and Tang San were sitting in a carriage. Perhaps because of their age and entering the same academy, Tang San gradually recovered from his loss and started talking.

"Grandpa Jack, where is Notting City Academy?" Tang San asked Old Jack, who was driving the carriage.

"I don't know, but where you will learn a lot of knowledge, make a lot of friends, and the country will give you a monthly subsidy." Old Jack thought for a while, "There are still many preferential conditions for work-study students, and tuition is exempted.

You only need to pay for food and accommodation fees. You can exchange for food by doing some simple jobs in the college, such as cleaning classrooms."

"Generally speaking, the study at the college for work-study students is almost free. If we have to pay to study, it is not something we poor people can afford."

Tang San said: "Dad said that after I get to the academy, I can find a job in a blacksmith shop."

"You work in the blacksmith shop, are you kidding me? I think Tang Hao is really crazy." Old Jack said angrily, "How old are you? You are not as tall as a casting hammer."

Tang San asked: "Xiao Chen, what kind of job can you do?"

Chen Jun stretched out and said, "My family still has some foundation. It is impossible to work part-time. It is impossible to work part-time in this life."

Tang San:"....."

Old Jack: "...."

After a period of silence, Tang San asked about other topics. The carriage drove like this for a long time and finally arrived at Notting City.

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy is located in the west of Notting City. Old Jack asked passers-by several times and finally brought the two of them here.

Notting City is very majestic, with a tall arch. The arch is twenty meters wide and ten meters high. It is made of solid rock. There are two iron gates below, which are dark and made of fine quality.

Made of fine iron.

Naturally, Old Jack and Tang San were severely scorned by the concierge because of their countryman-like clothes, and were blocked from entering.

This is a writing style that was popular in Douluo Continent in the era. It is usually a routine where the concierge despises the protagonist's temperament and clothes, blocks him from the door, and then gets slapped hard in the face by the protagonist.

If any author today dares to write like this, it is not a Renaissance, so he must be prepared to be sprayed to death by readers.