Soul masters are soul masters, and mortals are mortals.

Except for the low-level deacons of Wuhun Palace who awaken Wuhun for six-year-old children for free every year, most soul masters have an extremely cold and ruthless attitude towards mortals.

"Young Master Qing, Miss Ning, do you still want to visit the village?" Ma Youtie asked in a cautious tone.

Ning Rongrong ignored Ma Youtie, but she didn't try to harm him either. She was not that vicious, but she was really disgusted by the pockmarked Li Hongwei just now.

That's right, no matter what the reason is for a soul master to kill mortals, according to the laws jointly promulgated by Wuhun Palace and the two empires, there is no doubt that Ning Rongrong is now an evil soul master.

But the world is so unfair.

Because of Dong Qing, Ning Rongrong can trample the law to a certain extent as long as she wants to.

"Ma Youtie, where is your brother?" Dong Qing said lightly.

"He is..." Ma Youtie faltered, suddenly speechless.

See this.

Dongqing's mental power quietly unfolded, and based on Ma Youtie's micro-expression and the direction of his eyes subconsciously turning away, he quickly locked onto Ma Youtong among the villagers.

But seeing how timid this guy was, he had no interest in continuing to pay attention.

"It's okay, I'll just ask, forget it if you're not here." Dong Qing waved his hand.

subsequent time.

Under the leadership of Ma Youtie, Dong Qing took a general look at the village. It was a little better than the former Holy Soul Village. At least the Wuhun Branch Hall in the center of the village looked okay.

But it's not surprising.

The former Holy Soul Village was too remote, and its location was too close to the Star Forest. If it weren't for myself, I guess Holy Soul Village wouldn't have been able to build a spacious road.

Nowadays, because of this direct road to Notting City, Holy Soul Village is more than ten times stronger than before. Now the entire village is constantly developing in the direction of a small town.

Half an hour later.

"This is....."

Dongqing looked at the mud house in front of him and fell into deep thought. What he was thinking about was not the mud house. What he was thinking about mainly was that this was actually a mud house with only half a roof.

He looked at the mud bricks piled in the open space next to the house and knew that the mud house was still under construction.

Different from Dongqing.

Ning Rongrong didn't react much. In her opinion, the villagers in these small places were all equally poor. Anyway, she couldn't tell the difference between the old and new adobe houses.

At this time.

Facing Dong Qing's doubts, Ma Youtie looked a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and said, "I got married not long ago and moved out of my brother Youtong's house. The house hasn't been built yet, so Dong...

...Young Master Qing Jian laughed."

The words just fell.

A young woman walked over from outside, carrying a yellowed vegetable basket in her hand, containing freshly picked sweet potato leaves.

"Are they..." the young woman asked curiously.

She was not good-looking, not good-looking at all, and her body, which had been working all year round, made her look not very good, and she always felt like she would not live long.

But as a woman and a bystander, Ning Rongrong, with her keen mind, saw full happiness on this woman's face.

So poor, so miserable.

Why does she still feel happy?

Ning Rongrong didn't understand, she really didn't understand at all. She felt that if she lived in such a poor environment, she might not be able to survive for a day.

"Guiying, don't be stunned, hurry up and cook, we have guests at home." Ma Youtie quickly called to the young woman, who he called Guiying, and asked her to hurry up and cook.

Then he hurriedly said to Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong: "Young Master Qing, Miss Ning, she is my wife Cao Guiying. I just came back from doing farm work and didn't even have time to wash my face. It's really embarrassing."

Sorry."

Ma Youtie's honest and honest face, like that of Cao Guiying, was filled with a happy smile that Ning Rongrong, a born noble princess, could not understand.

If it weren't for the inappropriate situation, she would have asked, how on earth could you and your wife laugh when you are already so poor and even own the house half and half?

"It's okay, Ma Youtie, please sit down. While your wife is free to cook, I, on behalf of Wuhun Palace, and she, on behalf of Tiandou Empire, would like to ask you a few general questions."

Dong Qing casually took out a complete set of tables and chairs from the small world inside Duntiansuo, and sat on the main seat, pulling the confused Ning Rongrong to sit beside him.

"When did I represent..."

Ning Rongrong stared at Dong Qing with strange eyes. She wanted to ask, when did she represent the Tiandou Empire, and when did she have questions to ask the Ma Youtie in front of her.

But don't wait for her to ask.

Dong Qing patted the back of Ning Rongrong's hand gently and shook his head slightly, allowing her to swallow back all her questions and could only sit next to him as a mascot.

"Okay, I will answer seriously." Ma Youtie nodded.

Perhaps because of his inferiority complex, he was afraid that he would soil the tables, chairs and benches that Dong Qing took out casually. Even if Dong Qing ordered him to sit down, he only dared to sit down halfway.

"Do the low-level deacons from the Wuhun branch in nearby cities come to your village every year and awaken the Wuhun for the six-year-old children in the village?" Dong Qing asked.

"Yes." Ma Youtie nodded.

"Did he, indirectly or directly, ask for gold soul coins from you villagers?" Dong Qing continued to ask.

"No." Ma Youtie shook his head.

"Hmph, I don't believe it. The low-level deacon of Wuhun Palace is so incorruptible. Maybe he just doesn't dare to say it."

Ning Rongrong hummed cutely, not realizing that she had just crushed a mortal to death because his eyes were too ignorant, filthy, and dirty, and his life was as long as two ants.

"I believe him." Dong Qing thought for a while and said.

"Only a ghost can believe that there are no corrupt scum in your Wuhun Palace?" Ning Rongrong looked disdainful.

"There must be some, but it can't be done to these villagers." Dong Qing's tone was very calm.

"Really? Who are you? Tell the truth. Are those deacons who gave you free awakening martial arts secretly collecting any benefits from you?" Ning Rongrong said with an implicit threat.

But even when faced with the threat from a superior soul master, Ma Youtie, who was just an ordinary mortal, still shook his head firmly in the end.

"No, our villages outside the city are too poor. After working for a year, paying taxes, and leaving enough food to survive, we don't have much money at all. Master Soul Masters all live in the city.

He often associates with dignitaries, but he actually looks down on us trivial people."

"If His Majesty the Pope of Wuhun Palace had not issued a pardon order, ordering all the personnel of the Wuhun Branch..."

As Ma Youtie spoke, he quickly remembered the papal pardon engraved in the depths of his mind.

Wuhun Palace Pope Bibi Dong’s pardon order.

No matter how remote the village is, as long as there is a martial soul branch hall in the village, no matter how crude it is, the local deacon must go there in person to hold the martial soul awakening ceremony.
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