dhibooks Chapter 1 Little Horse
Chapter 1 Little Horse
Chapter 1 Little Pony~
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"Huff~ Huff~"
"Brother Mo, wait for me."
Ma Hongjun stopped and gasped for breath. Sweat glistened on his face in the sunlight, and his clothes were already soaked through.
"How can you, a guy, last so little!"
A voice of disappointment and frustration came from the other side, but it did not urge Ma Hongjun to continue running.
The figure of a young boy gradually magnified in Ma Hongjun's eyes. He had a flushed face, was slightly thin, and looked very handsome.
"Walk slowly with me, and don't sit down suddenly."
The boy, whom Ma Hongjun called Brother Mo, walked ahead, and Ma Hongjun followed, panting.
Looking at the familiar figure ahead, Ma Hongjun recalled the past.
"Brother Mo, can we stop running? I'm so tired."
Ma Hongjun was panting heavily when he sat down on the ground with a thud. Soon after, a soreness came over him, and his eyes also felt a little sore.
"Little Horse—"
Call me Hongjun!
"Little Red—"
Call me Ma Hongjun!
"Hongjun, I once told you that most people's talents are fixed from birth."
A childish voice rang out, but its tone was full of seriousness.
"Just like when you were born, the innate soul power of this body was two and a half levels, then when you awaken, the highest innate soul power you will have is two and a half levels."
"However, some people can change their talents later in life due to various opportunities. For example, as I once told you, the difference between people starts from the amniotic fluid. Some people are very wealthy and hold high positions, and can get all sorts of things to improve their physical attributes."
Ma Hongjun remained silent. He and the other person were both orphans in the village. He had lost his parents in an accident, while the other person came from outside the village. The two depended on each other for survival, living off the money left by their parents.
"We don't have any of those! So don't think about it too much."
"Since our talents are already fixed, why bother running at all?"
"Naturally, I'm maintaining my talent."
The boy asked himself a question and answered it, as if he were trying to give himself an answer.
"I'm not sure what determines so-called talent, but it still depends on the body. Suppose two people have the same talent, one eats a lot of meat and fish every day and is in great health, while the other lives a difficult life and is pale and thin. I think their innate soul power at the time of awakening should be different."
"Little Ma, you don't want to be a genius who becomes an ordinary person because you don't train, do you?"
A voice that sounded like a half-smile came from behind him. Ma Hongjun felt that the words were strange, but it was always good to exercise. What if he really was a genius?
A white cloud drifted by, blocking the bright sunlight, and the figure in front of him gradually became clear, pulling Ma Hongjun out of his memories.
"Brother Mo, we're almost out of money at home."
Ma Hongjun's breathing finally calmed down, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the figure in front of him.
"Don't worry, my martial soul will awaken the day after tomorrow. If I can awaken soul power, I won't lack this little bit of money in the future. If I don't have soul power, we can still survive by cutting back on our food and working harder."
Xie Mo didn't take it seriously. After two years of confirmation, the little kid behind him was indeed the chicken phoenix among the Shrek Seven Devils in the original work. Although he didn't know how he was, the other party still had soul power.
The two years they've spent together have fostered a strong bond between them. Once Flander takes Ma Hongjun to Shrek Academy, they shouldn't abandon him.
Ma Hongjun thought about what the other party said and it seemed to be true. If they became Soul Masters, they would definitely not go hungry. If they did not become Soul Masters, the two of them would support each other. As long as they were not lazy, the village chief would not let them starve to death.
"Go home. Just warm up for a couple of days. There's no need to overexert yourself."
Xie Mo walked towards home, with Ma Hongjun following closely behind.
On his way home, Xie Mo, about to face the second major turning point in his life, began to drift off into reminiscing about the past.
He didn't know whether he was a transmigrator or a reincarnated person, whether he had received memories from another world, or whether his memories had been restored.
In short, he woke up on the grass with the same face and body as when he was a child, and was also equipped with a Douluo language pack.
Unable to survive alone in the wild with this body, Xie Mo went to the nearest village and met Ma Hongjun, who was being bullied by children.
At that time, his parents had just passed away, and his family had only moved to this village a few years ago. Although he had no relatives, the village chief, who was a first-ring Soul Master, had warned the villagers, but he was always bullied by other children, and the village chief could only turn a blind eye.
Xie Mo, of course, did not flinch and immediately disperse the children surrounding Ma Hongjun, then act as the only ray of light in Ma Hongjun's darkness.
He's not stupid; he wouldn't just rush in recklessly without knowing anything about the situation.
Moreover, those kids were just making fun of Ma Hongjun. If he really rushed up, it might escalate into a physical conflict, and in the end, he, a child, would be punished by both sets of parents.
After the children and the birds and beasts dispersed, he went up to ask what was going on and learned that this was Wangqin Village, where a Soul King had once lived. The villagers' martial souls were mostly of the type of poultry, hence the name.
The child in front of me is named Ma Hongjun. His parents died not long ago, and he was recently called a jinx by his former playmates, who said that he had killed his parents.
After a series of confirmations and through some means, Xie Mo began to grow up by living off Ma Hongjun's family's wealth.
However, if he hadn't led Ma Hongjun to fight the village thugs with knives, the family property left by Ma Hongjun's parents might have been gradually taken away by these thugs, and they might not be living as comfortably as they are now.
Regardless, the two of them lived together, relying on each other for survival.
"If I don't become a Soul Master by the day after tomorrow, you can't abandon me."
Xie Mo's voice was muffled, as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.
As the date drew closer, he grew increasingly agitated. Heaven only knew whether he could become a Soul Master, and how Ma Hongjun would treat him in the future. The uncertainty about his future made him anxious and uneasy.
"How could that be? You're my older brother."
Ma Hongjun chuckled sheepishly, saying that he didn't know how he would survive without the other person.
The scene of Xie Mo fighting desperately with the thugs who climbed over the wall in the middle of the night, carrying a knife, is still vivid in my mind. Even though we were together, he was just trembling in the corner with the knife in his hand.
In the end, Xie Mo was kicked a few times and almost couldn't recover. The thug was in so much pain that he called over half the village. The village chief, who was a first-ring Soul Master, didn't say anything. However, from then on, no villagers came to pick up any more money, and the thug never appeared again.
The two returned home in silence.
The torrent of time always rolls on with unstoppable force, and finally the day of the Spirit Hall's free awakening has arrived.
Xie Mo and Ma Hongjun stood in the center, while the other children of the same age were led away by their parents and kept at a distance.
The Spirit Hall's awakened spirit masters raised an eyebrow at the scene before them, but said nothing more, simply telling the children to go inside and prepare to awaken their spirits.
A middle-aged man suddenly descended from the sky, emanating a terrifying aura that caused the surrounding villagers to instinctively kneel down.
The main storyline isn't about Shrek Academy anymore; it'll be over in a few days. We'll split up in chapter sixteen. Don't fawn over Shrek Academy; just take it easy.
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