Outside Notting City, Gintama Village

Yinhun Village is not a big village, with only a few hundred families.

And today, the sun rises in the morning and the weather is particularly clear.

A man carrying a bag slowly walked into Gintoum Village.

This person looks in his twenties, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and looks very handsome. He is wearing a white outfit, with a black cloak behind him, and at the center of his chest, there is a fist-sized soul character, which looks quite handsome.

In addition, the man also had a badge carved with a long sword on his left chest.

There are three long swords on the badge, and the number of three represents the third-class title of the soul master, the great soul master, and the long sword represents this deacon from the Spirit Hall.

Not long after, the man came to a square in Gintound Village.

Here, there is a wooden house with a triangular roof.

The sword-shaped sign is printed in front of the door of the house, which means that this is a simple church in the Wuhun Hall.

At this time, there was a row of children in front of the house waiting for the man to arrive.

In addition, there was an old man standing in front of the house.

This is a strange old man, with a green turtle shell on his back, hunched over and a crutch. He was obviously old and had thick silver-white hair with a waist.

The man carrying a bag saw the old man from afar, so he waved his hand and shouted, "Oh, it's been a long time since I saw you, the former deacon of the Wuhun Palace, it seems that you have lived another year."

As soon as this was said, the blue veins on the old man turtle shell's forehead suddenly collapsed.

I saw that the old man in the turtle shell pinched his dry fist and said with a grim smile:

"Haha, young people are really rude nowadays. Young man, be glad, if I were a few decades younger, I would have beaten out all your shit now, and then throw you into your shit, and finally hit you with your shit!"

At this time, the man carrying a bag was approaching.

Hearing the words of the old man Turtle Shell, he nodded with an agreement and said, "If it were the old cusp, it would be true. After all, your martial soul is..."

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Young people talk less nonsense, work quickly, bastard!!"

Before the man could finish his words, the old man in the turtle shell interrupted the other party's words roughly, and the blue veins on his forehead became more and more rough.

This old man was already furious...

Even the children behind the old man saw a cloud of resentment burning on the old man.

Seeing this, the man carrying a bag had a happy smile on his face and led the children into the small chapel with the symbol of the Martial Spirit Hall.

Then, the man took out a few black stones from the bag and said:

"Children, my name is Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Wuhun Palace, and he is also a great soul master. Today I will be responsible for awakening your martial souls. Okay, let's stand here, and anyone who I call you will come."

At this time, the old cusp also walked in and quietly watched Su Yuntao awaken the martial souls to the children.

Soon, Su Yuntao's voice came...

"Rake, waste martial soul, no soul power."

"Broom, a waste of martial soul, no soul power."

"Scythe, abolished martial soul, no soul power."

"Spaper, waste martial soul, no soul power."

“…”

As Su Yuntao sounded one after another, one child left disappointedly.

Finally, a young man with silver hair walked over and awakened his martial soul.

As the awakening of the martial soul began, light appeared in the boy's raised palm, and after a moment he gathered into the shape of a grass.

"It's still blue silver grass. It seems that there is still no child in Yinhun Village who can become a soul master this year..."

Seeing this, Su Yuntao sighed slightly and said.

Then, he glanced at the old man with a hunched back and stood in the corner, and a look of pity flashed through his eyes.

When the old cusp was young, he was also a deacon in the Wuhun Hall.

But later he was injured and retreated to the rear.

Finally, he even left the Wuhun Hall and returned to his hometown to be the village chief.

The old cusp's biggest wish is to have another soul master in the village.

Unfortunately, not everyone has the qualifications to become a soul master. The probability of an ordinary person becoming a soul master is too low. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is incomparable.

Although Su Yuntao likes to quarrel with the old umbilical head, he just likes to quarrel. What bad intentions can Su Yuntao have?

Finally, Su Yuntao handed the crystal ball to the silver-haired boy.

A routine test of soul power, although there is almost no possibility of soul power.

Buzz!!

However, the next second, the crystal ball lit up!

But it's a little dark...

It was bright, but it wasn't completely bright, just a little light was emitted, and it looked like a fireflies in broad daylight.

However, even so, the old cusp, who was originally standing not far away and was like an old zombie, suddenly lit up his eyes and stretched out his trembling and dry hand as dry as a tree root. He wanted to give a few backhands on the spot, but unfortunately his body did not allow it.

"Hey! It's really strange that he has soul power. The child from the previous Holy Soul Village is also a blue silver grass martial soul, but it's innate full soul power, and this child seems to have only half-level soul power..."

Su Yuntao was also surprised and touched his chin and murmured in his heart.

"Child, what's your name? I'll give you a certificate."

Then, Su Yuntao came to his senses and took out a piece of paper from his bag.

At this moment, the silver-haired boy spoke and said, "My name is Gong Teng!"

"Previously Gong?"

Su Yuntao was slightly stunned, then looked up at the old cusp.

The old cusp had already calmed down his excitement and said slowly: "He is an orphan I picked up, so I followed my surname and first opened a certificate that I could enter the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy. When the Soul Power Level in the Later Palace came up, I happened to take my previous class and join the Spirit Hall."

The Wuhun Hall is not an academy that specializes in cultivating new people.

However, there is no need to whimsical thoughts for those with innate half-level soul power.

"Haha, there are some successors this time. Old cusp, even if he dies one day, he can lie in the grave with a smile. Congratulations, congratulations..."

Su Yuntao said with a smile on his face.

"Baby!"

However, this time, the old cusp rarely refused to fight back.

Because Su Yuntao is really right.

There are successors in Ginhun Village. He can die with a smile even if he dies, and lie in the grave happily.

Not long after, Su Yuntao left.

Gong Teng followed the old Gongtou back home.

As soon as he got home, Lao Gongtu rummaged through the boxes and found an iron box.

Open the iron box, there was a roll of parchment paper inside. The old gongtou handed the parchment paper to Gong Teng and said, "Gou Sheng'er, this is the intermediate meditation method that I gave to me when I was young."

As an orphan picked up by someone, Gong Teng naturally has a nickname. The old gongtou gave him the name, which is said to be a cheap name and is easy to support and will not die prematurely.

Gou Sheng'er is Gong Teng's nickname...

"Intermediate meditation, so are there any advanced meditation?"

Gong Teng raised his hand to take the parchment and asked curiously.

"Yes, but I don't have them here. I want to go to the Spirit Hall to make meritorious service in exchange for advanced meditation."

After saying that, Old Gongtou took Gong Teng into a quiet room at home and began to teach Gong Teng to practice meditation. It was not until Gong Teng successfully entered the meditation state that Old Gongtou left the quiet room.

Soon, night fell and a day passed...

All day long, Gong Teng did nothing except meditate and practiced soul power.

It was not until night when he returned to his attic hut and closed the doors and windows that he sat down and raised his hands.

Buzz!

Buzz!

The next second, a blue light appeared on Gong Teng's hands.

Immediately afterwards, a tender blue silver grass appeared in his hands and palms.

"I never expected that I was a twin martial soul..."

Gong Teng observed the blue silver grass in his hands in surprise.

No matter how you look at it, these are the two most ordinary blue silver grasses.
To be continued...