I know, so what?
Looking at Lao Jie Ke's heavy expression, Chen Feng blinked, a little unclear as to why Lao Jie Ke was so serious.
As a transmigrator, he had long known that he and Lao Jie Ke were not related by blood and were probably picked up.
But what does it matter?
In Chen Feng's opinion, the grace of raising is more important than the grace of birth.
Giving birth without raising can be repaid by cutting off a finger; raising without giving birth is difficult to repay in a hundred lifetimes. Of course, this does not include children obtained through abduction.
Lao Jie Ke raised Chen Feng for six years, giving him a home in this world. He had long regarded this old man as a relative and didn't quite understand why Lao Jie Ke wanted to reveal this matter at this time.
"I have always regarded you as my own grandson, but there is one thing I cannot hide from you, and that is that when I picked you up, I actually found something on you."
Lao Jie Ke took out a cloth bag from his arms. After slowly opening it, Chen Feng saw a sword-shaped jade pendant inside, with a small "Chen" character engraved on it.
"This should be something your family left for you. I have never been able to decide when to give it to you. Now that you are about to become a Soul Master, I will return it to you."
Chen Feng stared blankly at the jade pendant, feeling a little unsure of what to say.
No, what kind of ancient novel setting is this? The jade pendant and orphan routine have long been overused, okay?
Wouldn't there be a perverted man watching everything he's experiencing right now and then writing it into a novel to sell for money?
No way, no way?
"What's wrong, Xiao Feng?" Lao Jie Ke asked, puzzled, seeing Chen Feng in a daze.
"...It's nothing." Chen Feng took the jade pendant, then looked at Lao Jie Ke and said seriously:
"In any case, you will always be my grandpa, and that won't change."
"Good, good..." Lao Jie Ke wiped his eyes and turned his back.
The next morning.
On a small hill adjacent to Saint Soul Village, Chen Feng, dressed in black, held the Taiji Bagua Sword and practiced swordsmanship at a relatively slow pace.
Not far from him, a child dressed in gray linen clothes, with an ordinary appearance, sat on a large rock, staring intently at the sliver of fish-belly white that had just appeared in the east.
The two children were doing their own things, one moving and one still, creating a special sense of harmony.
After a while, when the sliver of fish-belly white in the east was covered by the rising sun, the gray-clothed boy closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
And Chen Feng's swordplay not far away gradually came to an end, ending today's practice.
This kind of practice has been persisted every day since he could walk, and the location was chosen as the small hill used by Tang San in the original book.
Before, Chen Feng used a wooden stick for sword practice. It was a straight wooden stick that he had found with great difficulty, with a suitable thickness and length.
He loved that wooden stick very much, regarding it as his own "peerless sword" and used it for several years.
Even now that he has a Martial Soul, he hasn't thrown away this wooden stick and plans to keep it as a treasure forever.
As for the content of Chen Feng's practice, it is the Taiji Swordplay he learned online in his previous life.
In fact, Chen Feng now regrets practicing Taiji Swordplay a bit. He feels that maybe it is because he has been practicing sword that he awakened a Sword Martial Soul.
Of course, this kind of thinking is unreasonable, because we all know that Martial Souls are inherited by blood.
The idea that practicing sword can awaken a Sword Martial Soul is purely nonsense and has no logic at all.
After Chen Feng finished his sword practice today, he put away his Martial Soul and greeted the gray-clothed boy:
"Morning, Xiao San, you are really diligent, coming here every day without fail."
"Morning, Xiao Feng, aren't you the same? I have never seen you absent," the gray-clothed boy stood up, patted the dust off his body, "And you always arrive before me every day, and you were the first to find this place."
"Hey, I arrive earlier because the time I need for sword practice is longer than you, and dawn is the time when yin and yang are distinguished, so practicing sword at this time is the most effective."
Chen Feng came to Tang San and sat down, "Speaking of which, you told Grandpa yesterday that you wanted to talk to me, what did you want to talk about?"
"Of course, it's about Martial Soul," Tang San looked at Chen Feng with a serious expression, "Your expression was not quite right after you awakened your Martial Soul yesterday. What happened? Is there something wrong with your Martial Soul?"
"Indeed... there is a little problem, but don't worry, I can solve it," Chen Feng squeezed out a smile and said.
Tang San stared at Chen Feng's face. After a while, he sighed and said, "You used to say that we are good friends, but your current performance doesn't seem like you treat me as a friend."
Chen Feng looked at the ground, hesitated for a while, and said in a somewhat low voice:
"Okay, the problem is actually a bit big, but I have already thought of a solution."
"Can you tell me about it? Of course, if it involves the secrets of your Martial Soul, then forget it," Tang San said.
"It's not really a secret," Chen Feng shook his head, and then roughly explained the problem of his Martial Soul.
"The situation is like this, I decided to carry out research on Martial Souls and try to promote the evolution of Martial Souls, so that high-quality blood can be obtained, and use this method to repair my own Martial Soul."
"I see," Tang San pondered and nodded, then asked, "Is there anything I can do? My Blue Silver Grass is a plant-based Martial Soul, does it meet the requirements?"
"It does meet the requirements, but are you willing to cooperate with my research? Theoretically speaking, I am confident that I can evolve your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, but this is related to your future, are you willing to do it according to my ideas?" Chen Feng asked.
He looked at Tang San's immature face, observing every expression on that face, and the look in those bright eyes.
Chen Feng knew that Tang San's reaction at this moment would show how much effort he had put in over the past few years, and it would also be related to his attitude towards Tang San in the future, and even more related to the future of his Martial Soul.
And the next moment, Tang San opened his mouth without hesitation:
"Isn't this a matter of course? We are good friends, and now there is a problem with your Martial Soul, and I can help you, how could I refuse?
"Moreover, if my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul can evolve, it will also be of great benefit to me. It is impossible for me to refuse for any reason, but you have to explain your plan to me."
Hearing Tang San's answer, Chen Feng smiled happily:
"Of course, I will use my plan to convince you."
"Then if you can't convince me, don't blame me for not listening to you," Tang San said with a smile.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"Oh? Very confident, then why don't you first analyze my Martial Soul and let me see your level?"