Xishu Trip – Douluo

Douro mainland fellow) Xishu trip-Douluo" author: lunatic director Yaosang

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Serious version:

Luo Qingchen, a direct disciple of the Inner Sect of Tianyin Pavilion in Xishu, is extremely talented.

When Tang Sect worshiped a friend, he didn't notice that he was framed by a traitor and fell into a sad cliff, but unexpectedly came to the Douluo Continent to be rescued by Tang San who had traveled through it.

How do the two continue their **** in this different world?

Irregular version:

Luo Qingchen (angry): Tang San, treat me as a brother, a good friend! I didn't expect you to have this kind of thought for me!

Tang San (calm down): Yes, do you like it?

Luo Qingchen (continuously frying hair): The point is not there!

Tang San (touching his head and laughing drowning): So, do you like me?

Luo Qingchen (face blushing): ...Hmm.

Tang San (continuously touching his head and petting and laughing): Good.

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I wrote while comparing the details of the original novel, except for the rigorous characters in the early period and serious OOC in the later period;

Xiao Wu has another ending;

I refer to the comics for the setting of Oscar and Ma Hongjun, otherwise the original EMMMMM...

There are also some details of the characters’ words and deeds. I confuse the novels and comics, so don’t care (cover your face)

Then the focus-the original direction! x3

It is likely to involve the soul beast arrangement of Dou 2~4, and that's it.

Content Tag: Qiangqiang Past and Present Other Worlds

Search keywords: Protagonist: Luo Qingchen, Tang San┃Supporting roles: Xiao Wu, Shrek┃Others: Douluo Dalu

One sentence introduction: Fetters from past lives

Idea: I've always wanted to see this kind of Douluo and humanities from past and present lives, but I haven't found it, so I produce my own grain.

☆, preface (catching insects)

"Tang San..." The Huafa young man stood on the edge of the steep cliff, whispering softly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it only turned into a sigh of sadness and was blown away by the freezing mountain wind.

The young man named Luo Qingchen was a direct disciple of the inner gate of Tianyin Pavilion in Xishu. He was abandoned by his biological parents in the outskirts of Tianyin Pavilion because of congenital deficiency and was born with gray hair. Save, this is the time to save my life. Later, because of the extraordinary talent in the music, I was admitted to the inner door by the head of the school and became a direct disciple. Although it is not a year before he has been established, he has become a Tianyin pavilion. The Inner Sect master is responsible for teaching the inner Sect young disciples, and among those old disciples, there are many people who are dissatisfied, but no one can excel in internal strength or rhythm. Therefore, the leader pushed him to the position of senior brother of the inner door.

And the place where he is now is called Gui Jian Sorrow, which is where the outer door and inner door of Tang Sect intersect, and his only close friend besides the master and adoptive father, five days ago, here, to death .

Luo Qingchen wanted to say something, but every time he lost his voice again when he was about to exit, he was not good at communicating with people. It was an accident that he met Tang San. The misunderstanding was resolved only after the two met, but afterwards they talked again. They all felt that they met each other late, and after three or four years of correspondence, they became a confidant who talked about everything.

Luo Qingchen knew that his friend was extremely obsessed with hidden weapons, but he didn't have such a good chance for him, so he had to squander at the outer door.

Ben was still thinking about visiting friends during the next trip to help them solve their happy knots, but when he was quietly studying ancient music scores, he suddenly heard bad news—Tang San immediately let go of his grievances when he saw ghosts and died. The piano sheet came from afar, and handed a greeting note, asking for a visit to Chouya to pay homage to the friend.

As if finally unable to withstand the howling mountain breeze, Luo Qingchen sat on the edge of the cliff with his sleeves wrapped around him, taking the guqin that had been left behind and placing it on his lap.

The music of the piano echoed over the cliff of sorrow, accompanied by the howling mountain breeze, which seemed to be why the people were seeing goodbye, which made this already desolate place even more sad.

When the song ended, Luo Qingchen realized that he was already full of tears, and his heart was even more distraught.

Prior to this, I had never understood why the master said that he ignored the "Soul Funeral" he taught him, and it would be better to wait until I asked about it, but said that it would be better to ignore it.

Now, he understands it clearly. The reason why he has not been able to resonate with the composer of this piano piece, but he would rather ignore it by himself, it is best not to understand it in his life. Because the price of this enlightenment is too great, so big that he is almost insane now!

"Tang San... you... why bother?" It seemed to be inquiring about a deceased friend, and he seemed to be inquiring about himself.

"Brother head."

"What's the matter?" Luo Qingchen wiped away his tears, but never looked back. He remembered that he had once told his fellow juniors that he shouldn't bother him unless he had something to do.

The visitor held a long strip of object tightly wrapped in oilcloth with both hands, walked two meters behind Luo Qingchen, and immediately said respectfully: "Back to brother, only Tang Sect disciples have found me and told me this is yesterday. The Tang Sect disciples found the items when they sorted out Tang San’s relics, and there was a letter on them stating that they would be donated to the brother. I think this must be an important matter for the brother, so I came forward boldly, I don’t know the brother—?"

"...Thank you." Luo Qingchen got up and took what was in his junior's hands and removed the cover. In the end, it was difficult to continue to conceal his sorrow. It was a guqin, and he was carefully observing the ancients hidden in the Tianyin Pavilion. Mingqin also said to Tang San after combining the ancient books, a guqin that should exist in his own fantasy, and he even named this imaginary guqin—everything lives.

The body of the piano is selected from the finest century-old amber wood, and then lacquered with tung oil. The front of the piano has dark and extended wood grains to form a landscape, but at the end of the piano, it is turned into a relief to show the beasts. The strings are quoted from the Tang door. The Qiansi in the "Thousand Silk Play" in the hidden weapon technique is hard but still flexible.

Qiansi is a kind of silk hidden weapon that is rarely used in Tang Sect. The cost is too high and it is not mentioned. It is extremely difficult to manipulate it. Therefore, it usually appears as an auxiliary to other kinds of hidden weapons. "Thousands of Silk Opera" are only a few female disciples pursuing agility.

Qiansi may not be Tang Sect's most powerful hidden weapon, but it is enough to rank in the top five in terms of cost and difficulty!

And Tang Sanyi introduced the outer sect disciple, he must have spent some effort to assemble the materials for making this piano. But even so, he was able to stunning the entire Tang Sect together with the hidden weapon, showing his talent.

Luo Qingchen stroked the guqin in his hand, turned around and looked down from the edge of the cliff, tears dazzling again: "Tang San, how can I repay you for such a deep friendship with me? Why are you so talented? Dead Mingzhi? Tang San, Tang San, you are confused..."

Luo Qingchen was immersed in grief, unable to extricate himself, but ignored that the palms of the fellow junior behind him had secretly gathered internal strength. When he found that something was wrong, he had already slapped him, and behind him was the ghost of Tang Sect who was sad!

Luo Qingchen was stunned, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but this did not prevent him from concentrating his internal strength so that he could return to the place of his footing. Unexpectedly, his junior elder brother slapped him with savage eyes, making him completely lost the opportunity to return to the edge of the cliff.

A strong sense of weightlessness surrounded Luo Qingchen. Junior brother’s hideous face gradually faded away. Luo Qingchen couldn’t help but smile. It would take 19 seconds for me to see the sad cliff and the stone falling on the ground. NS.

Luo Qingchen closed his eyes and hugged the guqin in his hands tightly, hoping that the guqin would survive the world after he fell. The touch of the guqin was gentle, just like Tang San gave Luo Qingchen the feeling.

A smile appeared at the corner of Luo Qingchen's mouth, and he sighed softly: My friend, I am here.

☆, one

pain.

it hurts.

The pain swept across Luo Qingchen's body like a broken muscle.

Judging from the pain, even if he didn't die, he would definitely be a useless person, but Luo Qingchen was pleasantly surprised. Could it be that he didn't die even if he fell from the cliff of sorrow? When he came to worship, there were also Tang Clan children who were looking for Tang San’s bones near the bottom of the cliff. If he had good luck, he would be saved before death. Thinking about this, Luo Qingchen heard someone say by his side: "You Is it okay? Can you still hear me?"

Luo Qingchen was pleasantly surprised, but the severe pain on his body made it difficult for him to speak. In the end, his desire to survive made him barely move his fingers, but that was all.

And the "Tang Sect Child" obviously did not ignore his reaction, and immediately said, "Patience, I will save you immediately!"

After that, Luo Qingchen felt the warm and familiar internal force flow into his body, quickly but gently repairing his injury. This feeling was that Xuantian Gong was right, and it seemed that he was saved.

Thinking of this, Luo Qingchen finally let the pain swept through and drowned his consciousness.

When Luo Qingchen regained consciousness again, it was in a primitive room. The owner of the room seemed to have an unusually fondness for books, so that this room had a bookshelf that took up two walls and was full of various books. As for the tables and chairs, the beds are very crowded.

Luo Qingchen sat up and continued to observe the room.

The spine of the book is printed with a language that he can understand but has never seen before. Is it an ancient book? Because he often delves into ancient books, he can recognize them but can't remember them for a while? And he himself-huh? ? ?

Squeak —

But someone opened the door and entered.

Luo Qingchen looked for the sound and saw a child about five or six years old walking in. Obviously, he often bears the warmth of the sun, his skin is healthy and wheatish, and his short black hair looks neat and he should be dressed. Certain regulated clothing, with a thick, unnamed book in his arms, it is not exquisite between the eyebrows and eyes, but it gives people a feeling of being approachable, and the corners of the mouth also have a smile, giving people a very peaceful feeling.

The young boy also saw Luo Qingchen who was sitting up, and he immediately walked over and smiled and said, "It's great for you to wake up so quickly. Is there any discomfort in your body? My teacher and I are hunting for souls. When you met you near the forest, you were covered in blood. Fortunately, you didn't seem to be hurt badly. Where is your home? Are there any relatives near Notting City?"

Luo Qingchen: "..." Let's not say why the other party is speaking in a language he has never heard but can understand, why didn't he understand what the other party wanted to express? !

Luo Qingchen couldn't help but rubbed his eyebrows: "Sorry, I don't quite understand the current situation when I wake up next time." As he said, he frowned and looked at his hands that had shrunk several times.

Oh, yes, I have become smaller.

Why can he understand everything, but after putting it together, it becomes something he doesn't know?

"Ah, I was abrupt, you can think about it slowly." The young boy sat down beside the bed with a book in his arms: "My name is Tang San, I am a working student at Notting College—"

"Your name is Tang San?!" Luo Qingchen said in shock.

"Uh, yes, what's the matter?" The young boy was taken aback, a little puzzled.

"No, no, nothing. It's just that I have a close friend named Tang San." Luo Qingchen didn't notice that the young boy was already looking weird, and continued: "Where is the Tang Clan kid who saved me? I want to thank him in person."

Luo Qingchen just finished speaking, but when he saw the person opposite, he stood up and clasped his fists with a weird look: "Tang Sect child, are you?"

One of Luo Qingchen’s opponents was guarding himself, and he quickly got up from the bed, clasped his fist in return, and said: "I am Luo Qingchen, the disciple of the head of Tianyin Pavilion, and I did not notice and framed a traitor while worshiping a friend at the Tang Sect. I fell down and saw the sad cliff. Fortunately, I was saved by the disciples of the Tang Sect. I just wanted to thank the life-saving grace in person. I didn't mean it. I hope to forgive me if I am offended."

Luo Qingchen said, but when he saw the opposite person, his expression became more and more weird: "You go to Tang Sect, uh... worship Tang San?"

"Yes, Tang San is a close friend of mine, so when I first heard of your name, I was so rude to me. I hope to forgive me." Luo Qingchen smiled a little apologetically.

"Yeah." Tang San nodded, "However, I am Tang San."

"Yes, then may I—"

Tang San raised his hand to interrupt Luo Qingchen's words: "Don't think about it, it's the Tang Sect child I saved you, and the Tang San you worshipped."

"Eh?" Luo Qingchen was stunned: "Are you... Tang San?"

"Hey—how do I tell you?" Tang San smiled bitterly but shook his head with a hint of surprise: "Anyway, it's been a long time, Qing Chen, and, welcome to Douluo Continent, a completely different one from ours. world."

Luo Qingchen:? ? ? !

The author has something to say: it is correct to save the manuscript

☆, two

Luo Qingchen suspiciously looked at the opposite person, waiting for the other person to give him a convincing explanation.

Under Luo Qingchen's mentally retarded gaze, Tang San told one by one about his own affairs after arriving in Douluo Continent. At the end, the Hidden Blade in the left hand was also displayed to increase the persuasiveness.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a strange thing in this world." Luo Qingchen was also full of emotion after hearing it.

"Qing Chen, I..." Tang San hesitated to speak.

"After your death, Sect Master Tang chased you down as a disciple of the Tang Sect's inner sect, and said that if you are alive, then you are the only heir to his head." Luo Qingchen knew what his friends meant, but he said nothing. Regretfully said: "You are also confused. With the aura of Sect Master Tang, you have the aptitude to build Buddha's Wrath Tang Lian, how could he-well, it's also bad luck."

"Unexpectedly, I could still hear from Tang Sect in this other world." Tang San's eyes were a little moist, but he quickly cheered up: "Then what about you? Who set you up and made you feel sad?"

"It's my brother," Luo Qingchen felt helpless, but with a hint of indignation: "I always knew that after Master arranged me to become a senior brother, many people in the pavilion who were older than me refused to convince me. He was mentally prepared to face them, but he never thought that he would fight to get two peerless pianos to bury me with me and get rid of me! As a disciple of Tianyin Pavilion, how could he be so cruel!"

He was only angry at his fellow students for not pitying Guqin, and didn't care about his being killed.

Tang San smiled, this temperament is indeed only his own friend.

"You are borrowing a corpse to resurrect your soul, but do you still have some memories of the owner of this body?"

"I don't remember much, I only faintly remembered that I went to the forest for something important... But the body is really unconcerned." Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, trying to recall.

"Well," Tang San pondered for a moment, "Presumably the non-human being entrusted to end up like this. Then you can live for him, and then it would be good to find a way to avenge him. It is also a retribution. It's the kindness of resurrecting the corpse."

Luo Qingchen nodded: "That's all." But he was a little at a loss: "But my life experience is always going to be a diplomatic generation—"

"Just leave it to me. I'll take you to see my teacher first." Tang San motioned to Luo Qingchen to feel relieved, and he wanted to take Luo Qingchen to visit the master, but then he remembered that he had not yet explained the world to his friends. Some common sense, then stopped again: "Speaking of which, what is your martial soul?"

"Martial Spirit? What is that?" Luo Qingchen was taken aback by Tang San's question.

"The spirit of martial arts is balabala..." Tang San began to explain to Luo Qingchen his knowledge of spirits and some common sense of Douluo Continent upon hearing this.

"So that's it." Luo Qingchen is not a stupid person, and after understanding it, he began to try to find the subtle sense of mystery in his body.

With the circulation of soul power, a refreshing feeling rushed out of the palm of his hand.

The spirit power rushing out gradually condenses into the appearance of a guqin-it is the life of all things!

Luo Qingchen held up the guqin in his hands, and some cold expressions gradually became gentle: "I still regret not having the opportunity to play him personally. I didn't expect that he came to this world with me."

Tang San smiled: "You have always liked the piano like this."

"Oh, it's a pity that I don't have the talents of yours, only this martial soul." Although he said that, the gentleness in Luo Qingchen's eyes when he stroked the body of the piano was almost condensed into substance.

"However, I didn't expect you to have a spirit ring." Tang San looked at the yellow halo, thoughtfully: "I don't know what your spirit ability is?"

"Anyway, I'll take you to see the teacher first!" Tang San's voice jumped for joy, pulling Luo Qingchen and walking out the door, not forgetting to take his book.

Luo Qingchen also put away the martial spirit in good faith, and let Tang San pull it away.

Just a few steps out, Tang San stopped and tapped on the opposite door: "Teacher, it's me."

"Come in." A somewhat hoarse voice sounded.

Tang San nodded towards Luo Qingchen, and then led him in by pushing the door.

"Why are you back? Huh? Is this the man we rescued on the road? Cough cough"

"Yes, teacher."

Luo Qingchen couldn't help but curiously looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the bed. He looked like forty or fifty years old. He was holding a book in his hands. He had short black hair and three or seven open. He looked mediocre but had extraordinary temperament. His eyes were closed. With a bit of laziness and decadence. His face was a little pale, which should have been caused by the recent loss of too much Qi and blood.

"The student has seen this teacher." Luo Qingchen saluted respectfully.

"Hehe, I'm not a teacher." Yu Xiaogang smiled and shook his head.

Not a teacher?

Luo Qingchen turned his head and looked at Tang San, full of doubts. Didn't he say that this is the academy and he wanted to bring himself to see the teacher? Why is it not?

"This is my teacher, not the teacher of the academy." Tang San was also a little embarrassed, and it seemed that he still didn't say something clearly.

"Ah...then, this senior?" Luo Qingchen was also a little confused.

"Just call me Master, cough cough." Yu Xiaogang's mouth also evoked a helpless smile.

"Uh, good master."

"Is there a family around here?" Yu Xiaogang smiled stiffly at Luo Qingchen, trying his best to show his kindness.

But as far as the result is concerned, well, if you really are a child, you might be scared to cry like this.

The author has something to say: saving the manuscript makes me happy (not)

☆, three

After hearing the master's question, Luo Qingchen subconsciously grabbed Tang San's clothes and stared at him blankly.

"Ah," Tang San cleared his throat uncomfortably, and then respectfully said to the master: "Teacher, his name is Luo Qingchen, his home is not in Notting City, and he has no parents or brothers. This time it is said that he ran out of property. I begged someone to take him into the soul hunting forest to obtain the spirit ring, but in the end he was asked not to be human, this is..."

The master stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses, and said, "Is it homeless? Well, would you like to stay at Notting College? Although I am not a teacher here, I can still apply for a work-study place. Arrived."

"Thank you, Master, I can't be thankful enough. Uh..." Luo Qingchen realized that he was agitated for a while after holding a fist and speaking as he did in his previous life. He looked at Tang San now, expecting him to remedy it.

Tang San saw that the master’s expression was a little weird and a little helpless: "Teacher, Luo Qingchen had released Martial Soul to me before, and asked if I knew what Martial Soul he was, but after I compared the book you gave me, Can't find the corresponding, can you ask the teacher to help check it out?"

"Oh? Let me take a look at releasing the martial soul." The master also came interested.

Luo Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and immediately followed suit.

The quaint but majestic guqin equipment is now in Luo Qingchen's hand, and a bright yellow spirit ring also rises from Luo Qingchen's feet, walking up and down around him.

"Well, it is indeed the first time I have seen such a musical instrument martial soul. The texture looks a bit like a dragon soul wood. It should be caused by the mutation of the martial soul. As for its quality, I don't have a standpoint to judge. Can I feel your first spirit ability?" the master asked with interest.

"Okay, but I feel that it may take some time for my soul ability to activate." Luo Qingchen nodded and immediately sat on the ground cross-legged.

Luo Qingchen let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and moved his fingers.

As the light of the spirit ring flashed softly, the soft piano sound also flowed out.

Tang San found that his spirit power began to become active with the sound of the piano, he kept walking along the path of Xuantian Gong, warming and nourishing the meridians, and besides the spirit power, other parts of his body were also full of power.

Looking at the master again, he found that as the music progressed, the frown that the master had been frowning was relieved, and his pale face was slightly more rosy, and Tang San also secretly wondered in his heart.

At the end of the song, Luo Qingchen opened his eyes but saw the master staring at him fiercely, with suppressed excitement in his tone: "Can you talk about the effects of your spirit ability?"

"Well," Luo Qingchen nodded, "My spirit ability should only have one effect, that is, it can give about 15% of all attributes of the friend to the people who hear the music, and about 5% of the enemy. The attributes are weakened. But you must play more than a quarter of the piano."

"Ahem, no, I clearly felt that the circulation of soul power is speeding up just now. This is the characteristic of a healing type soul master." The master suddenly became excited and turned to Tang San: "Little San, how do you feel?"

"Firstly, the soul power runs faster, and the soul power seems to have the effect of warming and nourishing the meridians when the music is running, and then the body is slowly filled with power. Even now, the end of the music will have an effect, but the effect is only ten minutes. Disperse slowly." Tang San answered truthfully.

"Eh? It might be related to the tune I played... right?" Luo Qingchen said uncertainly.

"That's it, that's how it is, that is to say, your spirit ring has the only effect, but it can achieve different effects depending on the music you play. Even if you are unconscious, this music can reach people almost' Frenzy' effect! And at the same consumption of spirit power, the effect of the spirit ability is basically unlimited! This is almost, this is almost-cough!" The master was very excited, and couldn't help coughing when he spoke of the intensity.

"Teacher, you slow down!" Tang San hurriedly stepped forward to give the master a good air.

"Uh, are you okay?" Luo Qingchen was also a little at a loss, wondering why the master was so excited.

"Luo Qingchen, right?" The master slowed down, and after experiencing the flow of soul power in his body again, he looked at Luo Qingchen seriously.

"Yes, do you have any explanation?" Luo Qingchen got up from the ground with a respectful attitude.

"I think—" The master suddenly stopped speaking. After a long while, his eyes turned to Tang San, his expression changed, and he sighed, "Fine, nothing..."

Why didn’t Tang San understand the teacher’s thoughts, so he hugged the master’s arm and said, "Teacher, don’t you think Luo Qingchen is very talented? Would the teacher accept another closed disciple? I really want a little one too. Brother and sister are studying under your door together!"

Luo Qingchen: "..." The look of my friend is simply piercing.

The author has something to say: If you don’t expect it, I’ll go to my teacher right away.

☆, four

The master couldn't help but touched Tang San's head, took a deep breath and looked at Luo Qingchen again.

From the master’s point of view, Yiluo Qingchen’s talent and behavior must be a key child cultivated by a big family, and he himself must have been in a quarrel with the family. The children of the nobles have always been very arrogant, so how can they worship their own soul power and a hopeless person to learn from them?

I was eager because of love just now, too impulsive.

Thinking of this, the master also calmed his mind, and said, "Luo Qingchen, would you like to worship me as a teacher? I am not good at soul power, and I don't know anything about rhythm. I only researched it myself. Vague theory and understanding of many spirit beasts, I won’t allow you to be silly, like a Titled Douluo by worshiping me as a teacher. I can’t give you much help, I just want to accept you. For my disciples, teach you how to better develop your martial arts and lay a foundation for your future... If I have any selfish intentions—" At this point, he looked at Tang San: "I once told Tang San, He will be the only disciple of my Yu Xiaogang, I will try my best to teach him, and your martial arts is very suitable for assisting in cultivation, I want to help you and myself and my disciples at the same time, so I was moved and hesitated , If it weren’t for the junior three to speak, I think, I have no face and no courage to accept you as a disciple. After all, your talent is so high... That’s all I want to say. After listening to this, you have the will Adore me as a teacher? I promise that you are a closed disciple. But whether you agree or not, I will never accept disciples anymore. This is what I owe to the junior and I also want to warn myself."

Luo Qingchen ignored the friend who was desperately winking, and looked at Yu Xiaogang carefully, thinking about it carefully in his heart: I just came here for the first time, and I need someone to guide him, and his friends have always been accurate when looking at people, so look at this. Man should be credible and knowledgeable, but he had promised Tang San... Oh, if he hadn't had his last words, maybe, no, he would definitely not worship him as a teacher, even if Tang San didn’t mind. but now…

"Teacher is here, please be worshipped by the disciple!" As he said, he knelt to the ground.

"Kneeling to worship is the etiquette to worship your parents and kings, you don't have to worship me like this." Yu Xiaogang was a little surprised at his agreement with Tang San, and said.

Luo Qingchen shook his head: "Being a teacher for one day and a father for life. Since childhood, Qingchen had no parents and was victimized by an adulterous man. Fortunately, he was saved by his teacher, and the teacher wanted to accept me as a disciple and teach me how to deal with the world. The way is worthy of Qingchen's bow."

The master was stunned for a moment, smiled and stood up to accept Luo Qingchen's worship, and immediately after Tang San's imaginary support, he came down to Luo Qingchen's side and helped him up: "Good boy, you are all good kids. Qingchen, you I don’t ask much about his life experience as a teacher, I will do my best to teach you in the future!"

"Little San," a bag suddenly appeared in the master's hand, "you take the money to take your junior brother to buy some things, and also take him to the Wuhun Hall to register, so that the teacher will go to Qingchen to enroll and buy some teaching. Come back."

"Okay, teacher, but your body..." Tang San was a little worried.

"The teacher has been here for so many years without reason, but the reason is not enough to accept the apprentice, ahem." The master smiled, and immediately drew out a few books from the corner of the bookshelf, and handed them to Luo Qingchen: "I have spent most of these years. In the study of the relationship between beast spirits and plant spirits, these records about the use of musical instruments as martial spirits were left in the early years, and I hope it can be of some help to you.

"Thank you teacher!" Luo Qingchen surprisedly accepted the books, these are exactly what he needs now.

"Go, Xiaosan, take your younger brother to settle down, the teacher will also do something."

"Yes, teacher." Tang San responded respectfully.

—

"It's really unexpected, we actually have one day to become the same sect brother." Luo Qingchen followed Tang San, walking on the road, and said with a smile.

Tang San also smiled when he heard the words: "Senior brother will have to work hard in cultivation in the future. Senior brother will teach you well."

"Hey—I'm afraid that the senior brother will not be able to catch up with me by the time my cultivation base~~" Luo Qingchen smiled and shook his head.

Tang San wanted to fight.

Luo Qingchen hurriedly transported Tianyin Pavilion's unique light skill—Ling Yin's Soul Chasing Walk, and hurried forward.

Tang Sanyi was stunned and immediately set foot on the ghost shadow and chased after him.

The two came to Qishe between jokes and jokes.

Pushing the door and entering, there is no one.

The author has something to say: Yes, that’s right, it’s better to save the manuscript~ It is a happy thing to save the manuscript, but the codeword is very painful (crying)

Although I am short, I am happy~~

Besides, it’s not a day or two since I was short, and it’s not been a day or two to release the pigeons.

☆, five

The author has something to say: This chapter is very watery, except for the beginning part and the last sentence, it basically copied the content of the original novel, but I don’t know how to pick it up (cover my face) and read the original novel if I don’t copy it. The readers can skip the middle, and then expect the next chapter to be very watery.

"Eh? Shouldn't the get out of class be dismissed as you said? No one." Luo Qingchen probed the inside of the Seventh House: "Okay, now there is no need to say hello. Let's go to the Spirit Hall for soul master certification and then go. Buy items!"

"That's all. I wanted to introduce you to everyone first." Tang San nodded helplessly, and approved Luo Qingchen's words.

The two turned around and walked out of the dormitory and came to the playground, only to see the students in the teaching building walking into the dormitory area in twos and threes talking about work-study students.

The two looked at each other and concentrated on listening.

"Those working-study students are really overwhelmed and have to challenge the sixth grade boss Xiao. It is estimated that it will be difficult to see the working-study students in class tomorrow."

"I can't say the same. Working students dare to challenge our college's Xiaobawang. It is also a bit of help. It is said that a new first-year girl has come to work-study students. It is very powerful. All work-study students call her Xiaowu sister. This time. It seems that she took the initiative to provoked the matter. This time their bet is also strong enough. If Mr. Xiao wins, all future work-students will be his pets. If Sister Xiaowu wins, then she will be our whole college in the future. Sister Xiao Wu."

"These working-study students are definitely looking for death. Where can a first-year little girl be so good? Boss Xiao is one of the few of our sixth-grade students who has reached the realm of spirit masters. It seems that Boss Xiao will have a group of attendants in the future. That's it."

After listening to the conversation between the two senior colleges, the two looked at each other, and both felt a little bad.

Tang San immediately stepped forward and asked, "Two seniors, where did the boss Xiao and those working-students fight?"

The two senior students were obviously taken aback. The tall student on the left said, "Do you want to get in, too? Brother Xiao has enough manpower. You should look like a second or third grader. Yeah, I advise you not to go. It’s not good to be injured by mistake-eh? Why are you poking me?"

The round-faced student on the right slammed behind Tang San.

The tall man looked down, and suddenly looked clear and enlightened.

Judging from Tang San’s neat dress and the good-looking waistband around his waist, the two students obviously did not guess that he was a work-student, and Luo Qingchen behind him was even more delicate, although he was wearing Ordinary clothes can hardly conceal the dusty temperament, looking like a young master going out for fun.

"Well, I remember that they had an appointment in the woods on the back hill of the college. You are still young and you really need to show your talents."

Tang San twitched his mouth and looked at Luo Qingchen helplessly, why every time he played with this guy, he was just like a runner.

Luo Qingchen shrugged, there is nothing he can do about it? And compared to this: "Don't you lead the way? Are you worried?"

"Let's go." Tang San also nodded helplessly, and quickly ran towards the back of the academy with Luo Qingchen.

The so-called back mountain is just a small mountain bag outside the back door of the academy. After the two of them left the academy, they let go of their body and rushed to the mountain.

It was quiet in the woods, but it did not mean peace, but rather a tense atmosphere.

When the two arrived, they saw all the work-study students standing behind Xiao Wu, and opposite them was a team composed of a total of more than 20 senior students.

The first person was wearing the uniform of the Noordin Junior Soul Master Academy. He was tall and straight. Although he was still childish, he was already a bit adult. It seemed that he was at least half taller than Xiao Wu, and he looked handsome. It's just the contempt and disdain on the face that broke the harmony.

"Little girl, it's too late for you to regret it now. Of course, I don't mind an extra pet rabbit. Your martial arts spirit is a rabbit, right?"

Xiao Wu didn’t lose to the opponent at all in her expression, she was also disdainful, but she looked a little cute with her matte face, she raised her finger and said, “Boss Xiao, you’re scared. ?Become my little brother when I'm afraid."

"Haha." Boss Xiao pretended to laugh, "I'll be afraid? I said, that Wang Sheng, are you working-students in their minds, and you even found such a little girl to challenge me. It's ridiculous. Little girl, don’t ask me who my boss Xiao is. In Notting City, no one dares to stop me even if I walk sideways, let alone in the academy."

Xiao Wu is obviously a little impatient