Blue Silver Grass Guide.

Chapter 12 Zhang Lei’s Awakening
"okay--"

It was still the same cold voice, but to everyone's relief, this master soul master named Lu Yi had no intention of pursuing it.

I saw that he continued to take out his big hand from the satchel as if nothing had happened, and he was already holding six black round stones in his palm.

Throwing it casually, the stone fell to the ground, forming a hexagonal pattern. Lu Yi raised his bearded chin and gestured to Zhang Lei, the strongest of the three children:
"Go in~"

Zhang Lei met Lu Yi's eyes, and his eyes split instantly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhang Dahe, Ling Xiaoshan, and... Ling Yi!
Under the encouraging eyes of the three people, Zhang Lei took a deep breath, gathered strength in his heart, stepped firmly into the center of the hexagonal pattern, and stood still.

"Not bad~" Seeing that Zhang Lei had overcome the tension and fear so quickly, Lu Yi spit out two words briefly, and then his eyes became serious, his wide right palm stretched forward, and he gave a soft drink.

I saw a dark light emerging from the palm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a hammer.

The hammer head was spherical in shape, with sharp edges and corners, and the handle was about a meter long. It looked very heavy, and was held firmly by Lu Yi in his hand.

"Bam—!"

The hammer fell downwards and landed on the stone slab on the ground. Two rings of light surrounded Lu Yi's feet, one light yellow and the other bright yellow.

Martial Soul - "Octoline Xuan Heavy Hammer"!
Lu Yi, who was standing with the Wuhun Iron Hammer at his feet, slapped out his palms continuously, and six light gray rays of light flew into the six round stones on the ground, and then, a layer of golden brilliance was released from the six stones. , forming a light golden mask that enveloped Zhang Lei.

Zhang Lei, who was shrouded in golden light on the first day of junior high school, trembled subconsciously with his tense body, but as the golden light spots floated out from the black stone on the ground and sank into his body again, Zhang Lei's small face with tightly closed eyes immediately relaxed. , the whole person gradually calmed down.

At a certain moment, when Zhang Lei's body began to shake again, Lu Yi's eyes widened and he said in a deep voice: "Stretch out your right hand~"

Zhang Lei subconsciously stretched out his right hand, and suddenly, all the light spots rushed out. In an instant, a small hoe about a foot long appeared in his palm.

The brownish-yellow wooden handle is shaped like a kitchen knife, and the shiny black iron blade is shining with metallic luster.

This is a more common agricultural tool in the countryside, but it is a little smaller.

Fortunately, this is a martial spirit, which can be transformed into the most suitable and convenient size according to Zhang Lei's figure.

After Zhang Lei's martial soul manifested, Lu Yi calmed down, and said lightly, "Warrior weapon "hoe", come on, press your hand up to see if there is any soul power—"

Then, with a big backhand, he took the blue crystal ball on the desk behind him, held it in his palm, and handed it to Zhang Lei.

Under Lu Yi's instruction, Zhang Lei retracted the martial spirit "hoe" into his body, and covered the blue crystal ball with his fleshy white and tender hands.

After a moment, looking at the unresponsive crystal ball, Lu Yi gestured to Zhang Lei to retract his palm, put the crystal ball back on the desk behind him, and at the same time announced briefly: "Without soul power, go down."

On the side, Ling Yi watched the whole process, clearly watching Zhang Lei's expression change from uneasy, to calm, to joy, excitement, and finally turned into disappointment and loss.

Among them, what Ling Yi was particularly concerned about was that a few breaths before this soul master named Lu Yi announced that Zhang Lei had no soul power, Zhang Lei's pupils contracted strangely for a moment, very slightly.

But after being judged to have no soul power, all of Zhang Lei's emotions turned into depression, and Zhang Lei himself might not have noticed the fleeting strangeness.

Thoughts turned in his mind, not to delay Ling Yi, Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan, surrounded Zhang Lei who was walking lonely, stretched out his hand to press his head, and patted his shoulder.

If it weren't for the martial soul awakening ceremony that was still going on at this time, and two other school-age children in the same village were undergoing martial soul awakening, Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan might have already opened their mouths to comfort them.

Not surprisingly, the next two children in Shanhai Village, one with the spirit "Mimosa" and the other with the spirit "Short Wooden Stick", both have no soul power and have no qualifications to become soul masters.

"Okay~"

Lu Yi put the blue crystal ball into his waist bag, and while raising his hand to take the six black boulders on the ground into his hand with his soul power, he said in a leisurely manner: "This year is here, and next year's Wuhun Awakening Ceremony One month later, the Beikouhe Town Wuhun Temple will announce it to the public."

"gone."

"Okay~Okay~" The villagers of Shanhai Village headed by Zhang Dahe nodded repeatedly, and responded nervously:
"Master Soul Master, it's so windy and snowy outside, do you want to take a rest before leaving?"

"That's right, my lord, it's not long before lunch. Although the village is poor, there are still wild animals and meat..."

"No need~" Lu Yi fastened his satchel again, and walked towards the gate of the stone house without looking back: "There are still a few villages behind—"

Looking at Lu Yi's back, Ling Yi's eyes flashed, he put his arms around Zhang Lei's shoulders, and whispered comfortingly: "Brother Lei, don't be sad. Although the crystal ball shows that you have no soul power, it doesn't mean that you are absolutely right. Soul power..."

"Maybe, you just have very little soul power, so little that the crystal ball can't detect it—"

"Didn't it say that the minimum soul power is level one?"

"Maybe, Brother Lei, your soul power is level 0.1 or 0.01..."

Ling Yi's voice was so low that apart from himself and Zhang Lei, even Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan who were standing next to the two boys didn't hear it.

At the door, Lu Yi's palm on the doorknob paused slightly, and he pulled it without any trace, and opened the wooden door that was somewhat frozen at the bottom.

"call--!"

A gust of cold current accompanied by howling wind blows into the house, before the subsequent wind and snow continue to pour in, the burly body stepped out and closed the wooden door again, just to block the wind and snow outside.

While continuing to comfort Zhang Lei, Ling Yi's eyes turned to the closed wooden door. His clear eyes were black and white, like a quiet and deep pool.

……

At night, the wind stopped and the snow stopped, only the thick clouds above the sky remained, making the earth in darkness.

Ling Yi lay quietly on the bed, breathing in and out, thousands of "Blue Silver Grass" in the room around him were swaying their leaves in harmony.

In the corner of the wall, in the two bathtubs made of wooden boards, hay, torn cotton wadding and other things were laid. Ah Huang and Miao Miao were lying in them respectively, falling asleep, their abdomens rising and falling together, making dull sounds.

In the pitch-black room where he couldn't see his fingers, Ling Yi opened his eyes and stared straight into the darkness, replaying today's events in his mind.

Frames of images emerge, zoom in, sort out, and pass through before the eyes.

In the end, the figure that did not stop disappeared behind the wooden door that gradually closed, and with the snow falling in the sky, the generous back stopped in front of Ling Yi.

"It's a pity~"

A murmur without sadness or joy resounded in the silent room.

Afterwards, the room fell into silence once again, and a sense of peace gradually spread, gradually filling the entire room.

Outside the house, it is clear that the peaceful meaning has not leaked out at all. Inside and outside the courtyard, the "Blue Silver Grass" covered with white snow, even though it is frozen and withered, is competing to move the remaining leaves and roots to the flat room. The unremarkable house stretches out.

(End of this chapter)