Blue Silver Grass Strategy

Fortunately, Ling Yi and the others didn’t have to wait for long.

After a while, a burly figure came over, accompanied by the wind and snow, walking step by step on the thick snow that was not above the ankles. His speed was not fast, but very steady.

Seeing this figure, everyone became more energized, and the light in their eyes became brighter.

As they got closer, the heavy snow's impact on their vision weakened, and everyone could see the person's face clearly.

This is a tall and strong man. With a beard, he gives people a sense of ruggedness in the wind and snow. Even if the wind and snow are strong, they cannot shake his towering body.

He was wearing a white suit that was supported by his muscular body, and a black felt cape half-wrapped his body to protect him from the cold wind. In the middle of his chest was a fist-sized "Soul" character, representing his identity as a direct subordinate of the [Soul Hall].

The badge with three sharp swords engraved on his left chest told everyone that he was a great soul master-level strong attack-type combat soul master!

A pair of tiger eyes scanned the area, and a voice like thunder sounded: "Alright, don't waste time, everyone enter the hall and start right away--!"

Hearing these words that were louder than the whistling wind, the villagers of Shanhai Village had no objections. They all followed silently behind the sturdy man who was leading the way and marching in big strides, and filed into the stone house - the Wuhun Hall of Shanhai Village!

Ling Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he inadvertently took in the sturdy man's expression out of the corner of his eye. Holding Ling Xiaoshan's hand, he followed step by step.

When they entered the hall, the cold wind and snow from outside were blocked. Everyone felt relieved and their stiff bodies seemed to warm up.

"My name is Lu Yi~"

The sturdy man looked indifferent, and his voice was as cold and hard as the ice and snow outside the house: "Twenty-nine-level Great Soul Master."

"You four line up~"

His eyes swept over the four children including Ling Yi and Zhang Lei. As Lu Yi spoke, his hand as big as a palm leaf fan took out a blue crystal ball the size of a child's head from the bag at his waist and placed it casually on the only desk in the stone house.

"Uh... Soul... Soul Master..."

Just as Lu Yi reached into the bag again, Ling Xiaoshan subconsciously hugged Ling Yi to his arms, carefully looking at Lu Yi's face, and said hesitantly:

"This little brat of mine is only three and a half years old, not even six years old, he...he..."

Ling Xiaoshan was a little panicked at this time. If he had known earlier, he would not have brought Ling Yi in. What if he offended the soul master in front of him? Not only would both father and son be in danger, the entire Shanhai Village would be in big trouble!

Originally, Ling Xiaoshan was going to take Ling Yi outside the house and wait with Zhang Dahe and other villagers, while Zhang Lei and the other three children of appropriate age followed the soul master into the house to continue the martial soul awakening ceremony.

who knows……

The soul master actually let them in together!

Chapter 12 Zhang Lei Awakens

"okay--"

It was still the same cold and hard voice, but what made everyone relieved was that this soul master named Lu Yi had no intention of pursuing the matter.

He just continued to take out his big hands from the bag as if nothing had happened, and his palms were already holding six black round stones.

With a casual throw, the stone fell on the ground, forming a hexagonal pattern. Lu Yi raised his bearded chin and gestured to Zhang Lei, the most muscular of the three children:

"Go in~"

Zhang Lei met Lu Yi's gaze, but instantly broke away. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhang Dahe, Ling Xiaoshan, and... Ling Yi!

Under the encouraging gazes of the three people, Zhang Lei took a deep breath, gathered strength in his heart, stepped into the center of the hexagonal pattern with a firm gaze, and stood still.

"Not bad~" Seeing Zhang Lei overcome his nervousness and fear so quickly, Lu Yi uttered two words briefly, then his eyes became serious, and he stretched out his broad right palm forward with the palm facing up, and shouted softly.

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

The hammer head is spherical in shape, with clear edges and corners. The handle is about meters long and looks very heavy. Lu Yi holds it steadily in his hand.

"Bam—!"

The head of the hammer pointed downward and landed on the stone slab on the ground. Two circles of light surrounded Lu Yi's feet, one light yellow and the other bright yellow.

Martial Soul——"Eight-sided Mysterious Hammer"!

Lu Yi, who was holding the Wuhun Iron Hammer at his feet, clapped his palms continuously. Six light gray rays of light shot out and sank into the six round stones on the ground. Then, a layer of golden light was released from the six stones, forming a light golden light shield that enveloped Zhang Lei.

Zhang Lei, who was enveloped by golden light on the first day of the new year, trembled subconsciously with his nervous body. However, as golden light spots floated out from the black stones on the ground and sank into his body, Zhang Lei's little face with his eyes closed immediately relaxed and his whole body gradually calmed down.

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

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

The brown wooden handle is shaped like a kitchen knife, and the iron hoe blade is black and shiny with a metallic luster.

This is a common farm tool in rural areas, but it is a little small.

Fortunately, this is a martial soul, which can transform into the most suitable and convenient size according to Zhang Lei's body shape.

As Zhang Lei's martial spirit was completed, Lu Yi looked calm and said lightly: "Weapon spirit "Hoe", come, put your hand up and see if there is any soul power--"

As he spoke, he reached out his big hand, took the blue crystal ball from the table behind him, held it in his palm, and handed it to Zhang Lei.

Under Lu Yi's guidance, Zhang Lei retracted his martial spirit "Hoe" into his body and covered the blue crystal ball with his chubby white hands.

After a moment, looking at the unresponsive crystal ball, Lu Yi signaled Zhang Lei to retract his hand and put the crystal ball back on the table behind him, while briefly announcing: "No soul power, go down."

On the side, Ling Yi watched the whole process and clearly saw Zhang Lei's expression, which changed from nervousness, to calmness, to joy and excitement, and finally to disappointment and loss.

What particularly concerned Ling Yi was that a few breaths before the soul master named Lu Yi announced that Zhang Lei had no soul power, Zhang Lei's pupils shrank slightly and strangely for a moment.

But after being diagnosed with having no soul power, all of Zhang Lei's emotions turned to depression. The fleeting abnormality was probably not even noticed by Zhang Lei himself.

Thoughts raced through his mind, and without delay, Ling Yi, Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan surrounded Zhang Lei, who was walking dejectedly. Some put their hands on his head, some patted his shoulders.

If the martial soul awakening ceremony was not still going on at this time, and two other children of the same age in the same village were also undergoing martial soul awakening, Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan would have already spoken to comfort them.

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

"Okay~"

Lu Yi put the blue crystal ball into the bag on his waist, raised his hand and used his soul power to take the six black pebbles on the ground into his hand, and said slowly: "This is the end of this year. The time of the spirit awakening ceremony next year will be announced by the Beikouhe Town Spirit Hall in one month."

"gone."

"Okay, okay, okay." The villagers of Shanhai Village, led by Zhang Dahe, nodded repeatedly and responded nervously:

"Master Soul Master, it's snowing so hard outside, do you want to take a rest before you go?"

"Yes, sir. It's not long before lunch. Although the village is poor, we still have wild animals and meat..."

“No need~” Lu Yi tied his bag again and walked towards the door 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, and he put his arm around Zhang Lei's shoulders, whispering in a soothing voice: "Brother Lei, don't be sad. Although the crystal ball shows that you have no soul power, it doesn't mean that you absolutely have no soul power..."

"Perhaps, your soul power is just too little, so little that the crystal ball cannot detect it——"

"Didn't they say that the lowest soul power is level one?"

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

Ling Yi's voice was very soft, so soft that no one except himself and Zhang Lei, not even Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan who were standing next to the two children could hear it.

At the door, Lu Yi's hand on the door handle paused slightly, then he pulled it inconspicuously and opened the wooden door which was frozen at the bottom.

"call--!"

A gust of cold current accompanied by a howling wind blew into the house. Before the subsequent wind and snow continued to pour in, the burly figure stepped out and closed the wooden door again, just enough to keep the wind and snow out.

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

……

At night, the wind died down and the snow stopped, but the thick clouds above the sky remained, plunging the earth into darkness.

Ling Yi lay quietly on the bed. With every breath he took, the thousands of "Blue Silver Grass" plants in the room around him swayed their leaves in response.

In the corner, there were two bathtubs made of wooden boards, filled with hay, torn cotton wool and other things. Ah Huang and Miao Miao were lying in them respectively, fast asleep, their stomachs rising and falling, making dull sounds.

In the pitch-black room where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, Ling Yi opened his eyes and stared into the darkness, reviewing what had happened today in his mind.

Frame after frame appears, enlarges, sorts out, and passes by before my eyes.

Finally, the broad figure that disappeared behind the gradually closing wooden door without stopping, accompanied by the flying snow, stopped in front of Ling Yi.

"What a pity~"

A murmur without any sadness or joy sounded in the silent room.

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

Outside the house, there was clearly no sign of peace and tranquility. Inside and outside the yard, the "Blue Silver Grass" covered in snow, even though they were frozen and withered, were vying to extend their remaining leaves and roots towards the ordinary house.

Chapter 13: Farming

“Rumble——!!!”

A heart-stirring muffled sound came from the distant sky, causing Miaomiao, who was lying on Ling Yi's lap, to subconsciously arch his back.

Ling Yi turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from, and happened to see another strong streak of light dancing in the sky.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he waited for nearly ten breaths. After hearing another roar in his ears, Ling Yi shouted to the twenty or so people who were tilling the soil with hoes in the fields not far away:

“Grandpa! Grandpa! Dad! Uncle! Brother Lei!…It’s going to rain! Let’s go home first—!!”

Hearing this shout, everyone did not stop what they were doing, but instead waved their farm tools, hoes, and martial spirit "hoes" at the land in front of them.

After waving goodbye to the uncles and aunts in the village with smiles on their faces, Ling Yi followed Ling Changqing and others and quickened their pace, heading towards Ling Xiaoshan's home.

Today is my turn to have dinner at the Ling family.

"Boom--!"

“Clattery——!”

They were lucky. Just as the six masters from three generations of the Ling and Zhang families entered the house, the thunder that was originally in the sky exploded above their heads.

Along with it, there is also the pouring spring rain.

As soon as he entered the door, Ling Yi ignored Zhang Xin and Ling Shan who were playing in the corner of the main room, nor did he go to the kitchen door with his father Ling Xiaoshan and others to wash the dirt off his hands and face. Instead, he ran straight back to his own little room.

Looking at Ling Yi's back, Ling Xiaoshan, Zhang Lei and others didn't ask him to wash up first. After all, Ling Yi didn't go down to work in the field, but just sat on the ridge between the "blue silver grass" and took a leisurely rest. It's not like they all have sweat and dirt on their bodies.

However, Zhang Xin and Ling Shan, who were in the corner, put down the clay and wooden toys, got up, and followed Ling Yi into his room.

When Zhang Lei finished washing up and pushed open the door of Ling Yi's room, he saw his younger brother Zhang Xin and Ling Shan sitting obediently on a horizontal bench, watching Ling Yi working in an orderly manner at the small square table quietly.

When Zhang Lei came, it happened that Ling Yi's work was about to end.

He took out the last off-white, flat "pebble" from the water in the ceramic bowl and stuffed it into a dark brown mud ball next to it and wrapped it up. Ling Yi used the remaining clean water in the ceramic bowl to rub the mud between his fingers and began to tidy up the small square table in front of him.

"Ayi~"

Zhang Lei came closer and took a look at the row of a dozen fist-sized mud balls, knowing that there was a "small stone" inside each of them.

This scene has been happening repeatedly for more than ten days, with at least a dozen and as many as thirty or forty a day.

"I don't know how long this rain outside will stop~" Zhang Lei turned his head and glanced at the closed window. He listened to the sound of rain outside the window and on the roof, and said, "I'm afraid it will take a while before you can plant these things in the old forest--"

"It's okay~"

With the help of Zhang Lei, Zhang Xin and Ling Shan, Ling Yi took the mud balls in front of him to the window of the room one by one and placed them in several pots planted with "Blue Silver Grass".

He picked up the earthenware bowl filled with muddy water and walked to the door, saying as he walked, "You saw this time last year too. It doesn't matter if these seeds are left for another two days. It won't rain for two days straight."

"It's going to be hard to work in the fields now that it's raining so hard—"

As they talked, the four of them came to the main room. Zhang Lei took the two little ones to the corner and started playing with small toys, while Ling Yi went out to the kitchen to wash his hands and clean the ceramic bowls.

Soon, three square tables, two large and one small, were placed in the spacious main hall. At one table sat the two old men, Ling Xiaoshan, and Zhang Dahe; at another table sat four women, including grandma, grandmother, mother, and aunt. As for Ling Yi and Zhang Lei, they naturally sat at the children's table with Zhang Xin and Ling Shan.

Except for the men who were working in the fields, the dishes on the three tables were almost the same, with stir-fried vegetables in green, white, and other colors, as well as eggs and fish soup, which were indispensable for every meal in the two families.

After lunch, the weather was good and the heavy rain outside had subsided, and it looked like it would stop in the afternoon.

Sure enough, about an hour in the afternoon, the clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and the sky was clear.

The adults went to the fields to check for accumulated water, while Ling Yi, accompanied by Zhang Lei, took Ah Huang and Miao Miao and set out on the dirt road to the old forest in the north of the village.

It is now April of the 2595th year in the Douluo calendar. Half a year has passed since Zhang Lei's martial spirit awakened last year.

At this time, there are four children in the Ling and Zhang families. Zhang Lei will be seven years old in three or four months, Ling Yi has just celebrated his fourth birthday two months ago, and Zhang Xin and Ling Shan are one and a half years old and one year old respectively.

As the two little guys are getting older, both families have recently officially prepared to add new members to their families. Anyway, with the current conditions, they can afford it!