In the morning, when Tang Wulin woke up from meditation, he found himself still on the lawn.
Meditating in this world of blue silver grass is obviously better than feeling at home. I don't know if it's because the soul power has entered the soul master level, or because the martial soul has mutated. It used to be much faster.
Tang Wulin jumped up from the lawn, shaking the dew off his body.
"Linlin, Linlin!" Langyue called anxiously.
"Mom, I'm here." Tang Wulin hurried out of the small garden.
"It's not good, Na'er, Na'er, she..." Lang Yue was out of breath from running.
"What's wrong with Na'er?" Tang Wulin's heart tightened.
Langyue calmed down a little, and said anxiously: "She's gone, Na'er is gone."
"Ah?" Tang Wulin was taken aback, and hurried home with his mother.
Yes, Na'er left, and there was only a note left on her bed.
"Father, mother, brother, I am leaving. Thank you very much for your care over the past few years, but, I remembered who I am, and my family has come to pick me up. I can only go. The days with you, I am very happy, very happy. I am also reluctant to part with you. However, my gradually recovering memory tells me that I have to leave here, and I have so many things to do. Brother, I will always remember that you blocked me The way I was when I was a villain. I will always remember the taste of the delicious food you bought for me. ——Na'er."
Looking at this note, Tang Wulin was stunned.
Since Na'er came to this house, although she has brought a lot of burdens, she has also brought a lot of laughter.
With a younger sister, Tang Wulin didn't know how happy he was. Whenever he watched Na'er eating the snacks he bought with the money he earned from forging, he felt very satisfied. Especially when Na'er smiled sweetly at him.
"How can it be, Na'er, how can you just leave like this? How can you? Even if you find your family, you can't just leave like this! You can't leave."
Tang Wulin turned his head and ran away. Langyue missed him, and he rushed out of the house.
"Na'er—, Na'er—" The crying voice resounded through the small town, and Tang Wulin ran wildly and shouted. Looking for the little girl with silver hair and purple eyes.
Leaning against the wall, big drops of tears rolled down her face, and Na'er tightly hugged the old, rough-looking rag doll in her arms.
It was bought by Tang Wulin with his first month's wages. The doll's eyes were also purple, exactly like hers, and Tang Wulin's hair was dyed silver with a dye he bought himself.
In her mind, everything that belonged to him kept echoing.
Only when she was with him, he was always full of smiles and tried his best to make her happy.
When someone wants to bully her, he will always stand in front of her immediately. No matter how powerful the villain is, there is only stubbornness in his eyes.
"Brother, brother..." Na'er murmured, her tears falling to the ground like pearls with a broken string.
"Miss, we should go."
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After running all over the small town, searching every corner, every place Na'er might go, and even running along the coastline for a long time, Tang Wulin could not find any trace of Na'er.
His voice was hoarse, but Na'er just left without leaving any trace.
Besides that piece of paper, Na'er left behind another thing, a small, silver pendant. The pendant is a silver gemstone, with some edges and corners on the round gemstone, and a silver thread wears it.
Inside the gemstone, there are faintly visible colorful lights flashing, which is worth a lot of money at first glance.
However, in Tang Wulin's heart, no matter how precious a gem is, it cannot compare to his sister.
Going to school in a daze, and going to the forging studio in a daze.
For several days, Tang Wulin seemed to have lost his soul. Every day, he would search for Na'er in the streets and alleys of Aolai City until late at night.
Mang Tian severely scolded him for making mistakes in the forging work due to his mental state. Tang Wulin kept asking himself in his heart why Na'er left and why she didn't even tell him where she went.
It was a full week before his spirits recovered slightly.
Red Mountain College.
"Tang Wulin." Lin Ximeng called out from behind the podium.
"Here." Tang Wulin stood up. After a week, the sadness because of Na'er's departure finally dissipated a little.
Walking to the podium, he took the recommendation letter from Lin Ximeng. This is a recommendation letter specially issued by Hongshan College. With this recommendation letter, he can go to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy to sign up. All students who can become soul masters during their studies in junior colleges can be recommended to enter intermediate colleges for further study. Possessing a soul ring is a hard target, but there is no hard and fast rule as to what a martial soul is.
Receiving this letter also meant that Tang Wulin's junior academy career was over.
Wan Yunchao, who was sitting next to him, winked and said: "I'm about to graduate, let's compete later! You've been looking for your sister like crazy these days, and you haven't had a chance to see what your soul skills are. I Let me tell you, my soul skills are amazing."
Tang Wulin glared at him angrily, "I'm not free, I have to go to work."
Because of a mistake a few days ago, his working hours were increased to three hours by Mang Tian.
Wan Yunchao curled his lips, "Coward, you are just afraid of losing to me."
A glint of anger flashed in Tang Wulin's eyes, "I'm not a coward, okay, then I'll fight with you. After school, Xiaoshu."
Behind Hongshan College, there is a small forest with a large area. This is the place where students usually take nature classes.
After school, the environment here is very quiet, few people will come.
Wan Yunchao was still a fat man. As soon as school was over, he excitedly dragged Tang Wulin to the grove.
"Tang Wulin, let me tell you, you are absolutely impossible to be my opponent now."
Tang Wulin remained silent.
"Okay, let's go here!" Wan Yunchao stopped, put his hands on his hips, and couldn't wait to release his martial soul.
With a flash of light, his dagger had already appeared in his hand. Compared with when there was no spirit ring, the dagger looked wider, and there were more lines on it, faintly glowing.
A white ten-year spirit ring rose from under his feet, Wan Yunchao silently activated the spirit ring, and suddenly, a half-foot-long sword light spewed out of the short knife.