Douluo, please call me the dean

A thin middle-aged man came out of the room. His hair was gray and untidy. He was about forty or fifty years old, and he had a unique decadent feeling of depression.

Seeing Wang Jian outside the door, there was a flash of doubt in the master's eyes. He hesitated and asked, "who are you, please?"

Wang Jian once again introduced himself and said with a smile: "I am the dean of Tianxing soul teacher college, Wang Jian."

"Tianxing soul teacher college?"

The master was obviously at a loss. He looked at Tang San and looked at each other.

"I wonder if you have anything to do with me?"

After searching in his mind for a while and making sure that there was no information about Tianxing soul teacher college and Wang Jian, the master asked in a voice.

"Oh, it's like this..."

Wang Jian looked at the melancholy little dance behind her and pulled her out as a shield.

He began to explain the process of meeting Xiao Wu in the star forest. The master and Tang San listened quietly, but soon their expressions changed, from doubt to understanding, and finally they were all afraid.

"Thank you so much!"

Tang San sincerely bows to Wang Jian, even in a cold sweat. If Xiao Wu has an accident in the big star forest, he really doesn't know what to do.

In the past few years since Tang Hao left, Xiao Wu is the closest person to him besides the master.

Xiao Wu, who is standing behind Wang Jian, looks sad. I guess I have to face Tang San's interrogation later.

"It's nothing. It's just a matter of lifting a finger."

Wang Jian waved with a smile. He didn't see the expression of the little dance behind him.

Now in his eyes, there are only the master and Tang San, the most important characters in the plot. If Tang San is the protagonist in the book, then the master is definitely the second person throughout the whole line. It can be said that if there is no master, there will be no later Tang San.

After all, although Tang San's talent was excellent, his soul was just blue silver grass at the beginning.

Just imagine, if Tang San didn't meet the master at the beginning, what would Tang San's first Soul Ring be?

Ten years of Soul Ring? A soul ring that doesn't fit?

In the eyes of the world, blue silver grass is just a waste of martial spirit. Even if it has congenital full soul power, it is still a waste of martial spirit. No one will pay attention to it except the master, just as no one will pay attention to his ten mimicry theories in the world of soul masters.

There is bole, then there is Qianlima, and Qianlima often, Bole not often.

Without the help of the master, Tang San would never have achieved anything later. Maybe he would still be dazzling, but he would never be as dazzling as the sun.

The nine foot high platform starts with the earth. If the foundation is not firmly laid, where is the nine foot high platform behind?

The best example is Ma Hongjun, who failed to inherit the throne of God of fire because of his inborn deficiency. He had to take the second place and regret for life.

After thanking Tang San, the master looked at Wang Jian again. He was puzzled and wanted to say nothing.

What is master Wang Jian thinking at this time? He arched his hand to the master, bowed slightly and said with a smile: "in fact, sending Xiaowu back this time is only one of them, and another purpose is to visit the master."

"Call on me?"

The master looked at Wang Jian in surprise and was at a loss.

Tang San looked at Wang Jian carefully and frowned slightly. When he first saw Wang Jian just now, the complicated expression on Wang Jian's face still remained in his mind, which made him feel strange. It was a kind of inexplicable... Peeping feeling?

It's like a god standing on the sky, condescending, seeing through everything about him, every move in his eyes.

The master next to him obviously hasn't come out of the surprise that Wang Jian came to visit him.

Poor people live in busy markets, while rich people have distant relatives in deep mountains.

Today's masters are like poor people who have nothing. No one cares about them, and they become a joke.

In the past ten years, there are few new soul masters who have even heard of him.

And now Wang Jian said to visit him, which made him look a little trance, some incredible.

Or next to Tang San's timely response, he quietly touched the master with his elbow, and then showed a shy smile.

"Dean Wang, please come in. I'll make tea for you."

"Oh, yes, sir, please come in."

The master was reminded by Tang San, and finally responded and said.

"Then I'll be more respectful than obedient."

Wang Jian nodded slightly, but he was relieved. If he continued to stand outside chatting, it might be really embarrassing.

in the house.

They sit down. Tang San takes Xiao Wu out of the room and leaves the space for them. Looking at Xiao Wu's pouting mouth, he would like to be interrogated.

Wang Jian takes a sip of the tea that Tang San ran before he gets up. Although it's similar to the tea stem he usually drinks, the son of Wei Mian's tea feels different. It's refreshing to drink.

Filtering the information in his mind again, the master thought that he had a good memory, but he didn't expect the origin of Tianxing soul teacher college. He hesitated for a moment, looked up to Wang Jian and asked, "you claim to be from Tianxing soul teacher college. I don't know where your college is located."

Wang Jian quickly put down his tea cup and said, "my college is in Blackstone city. It's not too far from notting city. It's new this year."

"I see."

The master breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed the temple with his hand joints. Fortunately, it's not that he is too old to have a bad memory.

But

When he looked at Wang Jian, he couldn't help but feel surprised. Is he the dean of soul Teacher College at such a young age? It's a formidable young man.

On the other hand, Wang Jian also noticed the master's gaze, smiling, with a touch of respect for his predecessors.

"I've heard since I was a child that the master is a leader in the theoretical field. I've studied all kinds of theories deeply. I've also studied the top ten mimicry theories. I admire the master very much."

The master's eyes moved to Wang Jian, with a touch of complex color. He felt the general excitement of finding a confidant, but the excitement soon disappeared like a meteor in the blink of an eye.

He was dazed for a moment, then shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "theory? After all, strength matters in this world. "

Wang Jian shook his head and said, "but in my opinion, with the development of the soul division, only theory can better enhance its strength, and the position of theory in the future will be infinitely higher."

"Now the soul world is like a pool of stagnant water. If it goes on like this, there will be problems in the end, and theory is like a clear spring, which can inject new vitality into this pool of stagnant water."

"Living water? That's a new statement. "

There was a flash of light in the master's eyes. He slowly picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

Wang Jian also laughed and continued: "when the strength can not be improved in the existing way, it is the solution to improve one's own strength in other ways. No matter what way it is, only with enough correct and sufficient theoretical support is the prerequisite for application."

"So... Our college attaches great importance to theoretical construction."

"Well?"

The master's eyes moved, and Wang Jian's words turned a little stiff. He couldn't help looking at Wang Jian and found that Wang Jian was also looking at him, and his eyes were meaningful.

"What do you mean, sir?"