That night, the night breeze swept away the sultry heat of the day. The students came back in groups, all beaming with joy.

Lan Xin studied her sword manual carefully. Although this is the most widely circulated sword technique in the Tianlong Kingdom, basically everyone who practices martial arts cannot master it.

But Lan Xin remembered that the instructor explained that this Tianyuan Sword Technique was created by a middle-aged powerful person from the Qilin tribe who was in the innate realm. It can not only strengthen the body, but it is also said that the mastery of the practice can be compared to the tough innate late stage.

But this sword move looks extremely simple. Basically, a child can learn it. There are only a few moves here and there. Can it really be so powerful?

Everyone in the world is skeptical about this, but it is indeed true that the great master used this sword technique to defeat a master of the innate realm. Maybe there are other unknown secrets in it?

There are several boys in the Lan Family Academy who know this Tianyuan Sword Technique. Lan Xin has also seen them demonstrate it and has already mastered it. Lan Xin read the sword manual upside down and sideways, hoping to find something.

"What are you looking at?" asked a dark and fat girl in the same dormitory.

"Nothing!" Lan Xin put away her precious sword manual.

"Another fool who believes in the legend of Tianyuan swordsmanship." The fat black girl said with a smile. "That is just a mythical story fabricated by the Qilin tribe to promote their family's swordsmanship and make money."

Lan Xin also smiled and said: "Looking at it more, I feel that although this sword technique is simple, it dances elegantly and can be used both offensively and defensively. It seems to suit me very well."

"Your Lan family just pays attention to these gorgeous appearances." The fat black girl added: "Looking good is of no use, and it has no offensive power. It is the lowest among all the techniques."

Lan Xin didn't argue with her and took out her bamboo flute to play.

"Hey, have you heard? The garden has been haunted recently. Our instructor has been frightened and sick, so we won't have class tomorrow." A loud voice said loudly.

"It's haunted, what's going on? We're a martial arts school, why are we afraid of ghosts?" A foodie who didn't know the truth said confidently.

Lan Xin also became interested and studied dozens of ways to catch ghosts. Lan Xin also enthusiastically contributed one. When everyone heard Lan Xin say that the ghosts were cornered, they thanked the ghosts for scaring the instructor to death.

Everyone burst into laughter. Yes, without this ghost, I would have to go to class again tomorrow. Every day I would have to do horseback riding, boxing, push-ups, and practice the use of various weapons. It was boring.

Lan Xin found that her classmates in the dormitory were pretty good. They asked for leave for her when she fainted, brought her meals, and even cared about her. Maybe after that time, everyone sympathized with Lan Xin and took more care of her.

Lan Xin chatted with them for a while. When she talked about Xu Hui who was so brilliant on the battlefield, Lan Xin suddenly remembered Xu Hui's cold eyes back then.

Lan Xin clenched her fist tightly. She must work hard. One day, she will be able to learn martial arts and achieve success. Then she will have meritorious service and serve the country.

Buy your own house, find your father, and no one will embarrass your father by constantly talking about your origin.

Lan Xin took her bamboo flute and walked out again. Her roommate asked her, "Lan Xin, where are you going?"

"Ghost hunting!"

"Hahaha..." The roommates all laughed heartily after hearing Lan Xin's answer. Lan Xin also smiled slightly after hearing their laughter.

Lan Xin came to the small pond and saw the fish swimming happily at the bottom of the pond. She couldn't help but feel something. The fish only knew the world they were in and enjoyed themselves. When can she grow up and go see the wonderful things outside?

world?

Lan Xin took a look and saw that the little mecha she had hidden was shining blackly under the moonlight. She was not in the mood to wear it to play tonight.

Lan Xin took out the bamboo flute and started playing it. The melodious music was still simple. This was a piece that Wei Ling often played. Lan Xin liked hearing it very much, so he played it often.

Lan Xin didn't know, but a small figure appeared behind her, and she kept listening silently: "Lan Xin, you just want to be happy like this. I am like this now, and I am afraid of scaring you. This blood feud, originally with

You have nothing to do with it."

That night, the moon was shining brightly, and Lan Xin suddenly found that the small stone in her arms was very hot. She quickly took it out, only to see that it suddenly glowed and pierced directly into a corner in the darkness.

The figure left quickly and flew away quickly. When Lan Xin saw the familiar figure, she couldn't help shouting: "Wei Ling!" However, she saw that the figure became dull for a moment and continued to go away.

Lan Xin hurriedly chased after him, but the figure was missing. Lan Xin didn't understand why Wei Ling suddenly came so quickly. Why didn't he come to see her when he came to Xuzhou? He seemed to have changed a lot, and she didn't know what happened.

thing?

The next day, Lan Xin woke up feeling depressed. She made her bed and knew that she didn't have to go to class. She planned to go to Tessina to study this morning.

Lan Xin came to the training camp early in the morning. She first went to the pharmacy where she used to work and met the old pharmacist. She happened to see an injured tiger cub with blood stains on its calf.

The old pharmacist prepared the medicine and sprinkled it on the little tiger's leg, but saw that the tiger was about to jump up immediately. The other apprentices in the pharmacy quickly held it down.

Seeing it grinning in pain, Lan Xin couldn't bear it. At this time, the old pharmacist saw Lan Xin and snorted.

: "If you have such a kind heart, you might as well feed it some flower wine. The Lan family flower wine has always had a hypnotic effect and has miraculous effects on injured people and animals."

Lan Xin only had half a bottle of flower wine left, and Wei Ling didn't know how much effort he put into bringing it to her bedside. But seeing the pitiful look on the little tiger's face, she still took it out and fed it to the little tiger's mouth.

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After a while, the little tiger seemed to be drunk and fell asleep. The old pharmacist signaled the apprentices to let it go, gave it some more medicine, and muttered:

"A yellow-skinned tiger with inferior qualifications thinks he is a noble white tiger from Phoenix Mountain, very delicate."

"Master pharmacist, what is the Phoenix Mountain White Tiger?" Lan Xin, who was standing by, touched the little tiger's butt and thought: "Who said that a tiger's butt can't be touched?"

"The most noble tiger bloodline in our Tianlong Kingdom is the Phoenix Mountain White Tiger. It is psychic and can also understand music. Usually some noble Phoenix tribe members will raise some to use as mounts.

When I was studying medicine with my master, I saw a noble gentleman come to treat his white tiger mount." The old pharmacist also answered in a good mood.

"awesome!"

"The white tiger is just a showpiece. The most powerful one is the Flying Tiger of Yueyang, which is a high-level tiger clan with both offensive and defensive power. We don't have that in Xuzhou, and only Yueyang has it."

"The master pharmacist knows so much." Lan Xin couldn't help but praise him.

"It's a pity that my small temple cannot accommodate a giant Buddha like yours." The old pharmacist was a little angry.

"Don't be angry. Didn't I come back to see you? I will come over and help you when I have the chance." Lan Xin quickly brought a towel, and the old pharmacist took it and wiped her hands.

"Then go get some food for the little tiger. It will wake up and get hungry, and it may cause havoc again."
Chapter completed!