Douluo's Gourd

After going through the exhausting monthly exams, the students of Star Luo Royal Academy finally had a rare holiday.

They couldn't wait to escape from the prison of the academy and return to the bustling Xingluo City full of fireworks. Unfortunately, the warm spring sunshine only shone over the city for less than two weeks. A sudden heavy rain made the newly warming temperature return. came down.

The bell on the shop door jingled, and a wet Marco led Fang Jing into the teahouse.

Taking the towel handed by the waiter, Marco wiped his hair and complained: "It rained too suddenly."

"Yes." Fang Jing couldn't help but nod. Today was definitely an unlucky day.

Originally, they wanted to visit the Xingluo Auction House, but were told by the waiter that they needed to have an asset certificate of 10,000 gold soul coins to enter, or to auction items worth 1,000 gold soul coins, neither of which they had.

As soon as they walked out of the auction house, heavy rain began to fall. After searching in the rain for several minutes, they found the store, and they were already soaked to the skin.

"I said you shouldn't go out today." Fang Jing's calm tone was filled with sadness.

"You can't blame me. The weather was really good when we first went out. Who knew God would be so disrespectful?"

Marco flipped through the menu and was shocked by the price, "The cheapest tea here actually costs two gold soul coins!"

One Gintama coin can buy a large bag of this kind of ordinary tea. Damn profiteers, they are just taking advantage of them. However, it is raining heavily outside, and this trend will not stop for a while.

Although the price of tea is expensive, it is still affordable.

In order to have a place to take shelter from the rain, Marco ordered a pot of tea with bloodshed in his heart.

"Teacher Xiaofeng..." Fang Jing said quietly.

Marco said without raising his head: "Hey, no matter what he did, he didn't come back to the academy to see you. He might be enjoying the one-stop service under the arrangement of Senior Dai, and he would have been taken care of long ago. You, the great disciple, have forgotten it.”

A cold feeling suddenly came from behind me, and goosebumps suddenly crawled all over my body.

With this familiar feeling of pressure, Marco turned around stiffly and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Teacher Xiaofeng, the weather is really nice today."

The most embarrassing thing is to say bad things about others and then be caught red-handed by the person involved.

Wang Xiaofeng raised his hand and gave Marco a slap in the face, and made a clear sound, "You can still talk a lot. It seems that you have adapted well to the college environment."

Marco covered his red forehead and squatted down with sobs.

Then he saw a little carrot head hiding behind Wang Xiaofeng, holding a large book that almost covered half of his body, and carefully stretched his head to observe him.

Marco jumped up in surprise, "Who is this little Douding?"

Before he could explain, Liu Xiaodie quickly walked over with a plate full of food, "Benefactor, the food is here."

Behind her was a waiter with a bitter smile. Maybe Liu Xiaodie's outrageous behavior made him think that his service was not good enough.

"Sit down first and then talk."

After comforting the waiter, Wang Xiaofeng introduced the identities of both parties.

Under two pairs of bright and curious eyes, Fang Jing twirled his fingers nervously and excitedly.

Why did I suddenly become a senior brother? !

Use your smart brain to think about what you should do first when you become a senior brother.

The book seems to mention that you should keep a smile on your face, show a friendly attitude, and prepare gifts...

Compared to Fang Jing who was helpless and stiff as a puppet.

Marco took a vicious bite of the expensive pastry, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

Damn it, I was obviously the one who came first.

You have obviously worked so hard, and your talent has begun to shine with the support of the system, but why can't you trigger the plot of being accepted into the family by the teacher.

At the small dining table, everyone had their own thoughts.

But sweets can make people forget their worries.

After sweeping most of the pastries into his stomach, Marco's IQ returned to his brain. He secretly glanced at the big book Wang Xiaofeng was flipping through. Even though it had exquisite illustrations, the densely packed text like flies would only make people confused.

Fang Jing knew about this book. It was the latest issue of the "Martial Soul Illustrated Book" published by Wuhun Palace.

It includes all the martial arts spirits that have appeared since ancient times. In order to ensure the authority, it will be revised every 5-7 years.

Although it is thick, heavy and has small fonts, it is qualified as a popular science book.

However, the price of up to 1000 gold soul coins is prohibitive. Only some soul master academies and national libraries that are not short of money will collect this book.

Wang Xiaofeng turned the pages of the book and verified it with the old version in his mind.

Sure enough, compared with before, there were 47 more types of martial spirits. Excluding the mutated martial spirits, there were a total of 8 new martial spirits with blood-colored characteristics. Liu Xiaoxing's bloody blue silver grass martial spirit was also among them, and was named by the Spirit Hall. "Bloodline grass" is different from ordinary bluesilver grass.

"Fang Jing, I have a favor to ask you."

Fang Jing straightened his body, like a soldier about to be reviewed, "Okay, teacher!"

"Don't be so nervous, it's not a big deal."

Wang Xiaofeng touched Liu Xiaoxing's shaved head and said, "From today on, I want you to spare an hour every day to teach your junior brother and her sister how to read."

"And more!" The sharp gaze almost penetrated Fang Jing, causing cold sweat to break out from his back.

"I told you, the body is a soul master's most important asset. Look at your flabby muscles. It's been a long time since you exercised!"

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"Uh, I, I..." Fang Jing was so scolded that he didn't dare to breathe.

Wang Xiaofeng clapped his hands and said: "Yes, the distance between the college and my current residence is almost ten kilometers. From now on, you will carry a 10 kilogram weight-bearing sandbag back and forth for running."

Marco shrank his head and prayed in his heart that the big devil would not notice him. Unfortunately, he was afraid of what would happen.

"Running alone at night is a bit lonely and not safe, so let Marco run with you so that you can take care of each other."

"What?" Marco was angry. This petty teacher was obviously retaliating against him, and he immediately raised the banner of resistance, "I don't accept it, I want to protest."

Wang Xiaofeng suppressed it with one hand, "The protest is ineffective."

Marco covered his head and lay down. A generation of heroes fell before they even succeeded.

However, Wang Xiaofeng knew very well the principle of giving a sweet date with a stick, so he pulled out two spiritual threads from his mind and tied them on their wrists.

"What is this?" Fang Jing asked curiously, feeling a cool touch coming from his fingertips.

"The way to use the memory thread is to touch it with your thoughts." Wang Xiaofeng said nonchalantly: "It contains my understanding and perception of the technique of multitasking. If you practice diligently, you may not be able to maintain practice in every move. realm.”

Isn't this the automatic idle cultivation buff that often appears in novels?

Marco immediately patted his chest with righteousness and said: "Teacher Xiaofeng, I will supervise Fang Jing and never let him have a chance to be lazy."

Fang Jing's eyes widened and he looked at his good brother in disbelief. He didn't expect that this small gain would make him rebel.