Time flew by, and on this day, Mr. Jack came to Zhao Xuan's house again.
"Zhao Shi! Zhao Shi! Is Xiaoxuan up?" The old man was full of energy, with a happy look on his eyebrows. He came to Zhao Xuan's house and asked Zhao Shi who was busy in the small courtyard.
Zhao Shi in the courtyard put down his work and said repeatedly: "Get up, I got up a long time ago."
"Xiao Xuan! Get out quickly, the village chief is here." Mu Qin's anxious voice came from inside the house, and then two figures walked out of the house.
The leader was none other than Zhao Xuan. He looked impatient and was wearing brand new clothes. Mu Qin was following behind and helping him tidy up as he walked.
"Mom, it's neat enough." Zhao Xuan couldn't help but said. Ever since he was woken up by Mu Qin early this morning, he has been treated like a marionette puppet and allowed to be dressed up by Mu Qin.
The son has traveled thousands of miles, and his mother is worried. Zhao Xuan will go to Notting City to enroll in school today. Mu Qin has been talking about things that need to be paid attention to all morning.
Not to mention, Zhao Xuan looks quite lovable after dressing up. He has a small and fair face, so tender that you can pinch water out of it, fresh black broken hair, and a pair of shiny black pupils, like a porcelain doll.
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Old Jack's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he said repeatedly: "Not bad, not bad."
At this time, Zhao Shi on the side came over and stuffed a few gold soul coins into Zhao Xuan's hand.
"Son, save your money, your father is not a landowner."
Zhao Xuan was startled, and a warm current flowed through his heart. He raised his head and laughed loudly: "When I make a career, I will let you, dad, become a landowner... and of course, mom."
Zhao Shi's eyes were a little red, and he nodded calmly. A warm smile bloomed on Mu Qin's face: "Son, you must be careful when going out alone."
"Yeah." Zhao Xuan nodded.
"Okay, that's it, it's not about life and death. We'll see each other in a few months." Although he said that, the old man's eyes were a little red, maybe he couldn't bear the feeling of missing each other.
After saying goodbye to his parents, Mr. Jack took Zhao Xuan and ran to Tang San's house. After picking up Tang San, he hurriedly set off towards Notting City.
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It was already noon when we arrived in Notting City, so they didn't waste any time. Mr. Jack took the two of them to inquire with passers-by and then went straight to Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.
Notting College is located in the west of Notting City. Although it is only a junior college, it covers a large area and can be seen at a glance.
From a distance, they had seen a tall arch. The arch was twenty meters wide and ten meters high. It was made of hard rock. There were two iron gates underneath. They were dark and proficient in forging.
Tang San could tell at a glance that it was made of fine iron.
Through the iron gate, you can see the winding paths inside. A road leads directly to the interior. There are tall sycamore trees on both sides. It is still summer, the canopy of the sycamore trees is still green, and the broad sycamore leaves are all pleasing to the eye.
, but once autumn comes, they will all turn into golden red, a fire-like color.
As soon as Old Jack and Tang San walked to the gate, they were immediately stopped by the young man guarding the gate, "What are you doing? Is this a place where country people like you can come?"
Old Jack's clothes were considered smart in Saint Soul Village, but when he arrived in Notting City, he looked completely like a country boy. The concierge looked at him with a bit of disdain.
Old Jack quickly apologized and said with a smile: "This little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. This child is a work-study student sent by our village this year. Do you think, what procedures do we need to go through?"
The concierge frowned and said in a somewhat sinister tone: "Can a golden phoenix still emerge from a grass nest? There are people with soul power in a small village? The college has not had a working-study student for many years. You are not fakes, are you?"
Zhao Xuan couldn't help but get angry when he saw the concierge. He himself was not a very patient person. Seeing that the concierge was deliberately making things difficult, he became even more angry.
Although the concierge was much taller than him, he was not afraid. With his natural strength, he could kill this trapper with one punch.
Seeing Zhao Xuan's movements next to him, Tang San couldn't help being startled. He quickly retracted the prepared sleeve arrows and grabbed Zhao Xuan who had already taken a step forward.
This pull almost caused Tang San to stumble. Tang San was startled and felt even more depressed. Xiaoxuan's strength was really getting stronger and stronger.
As for the porter, he was startled when he saw Zhao Xuan suddenly rushing out. When he saw Zhao Xuan being held back by Tang San, he couldn't help but get angry thinking that he was frightened by a child.
He pointed at Zhao Xuan and cursed angrily: "You bastard, what do you want to do?"
Old Jack didn't come back to his senses for a moment, so he almost started a fight.
Seeing that the concierge was becoming more and more unruly, Tang San and Zhao Xuan both felt strong in their hearts, and even Tang San's strength to hold Zhao Xuan became weaker.
At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly remembered: "Okay, stop."
The concierge was stunned for a moment, and then the anger on his face suddenly turned into flattery. The change was so fast that it was unimaginable. He nodded and bowed to the visitor: "Master, you are back."
Tang San and Zhao Xuan turned around and saw a slightly thin man of medium build who didn't know when he had arrived beside them. He looked to be about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair parted in threes and sevens.
, looks very ordinary, with his hands behind his back, but he has a special temperament, with a bit of laziness and decadence between his eyes opening and closing.
The 'Master' just glanced sideways at the concierge, ignored him, and said to Old Jack: "Old sir, can you show me the certificate from Wuhun Palace?"
"Ah? Oh, okay, okay." Mr. Jack, who had been disconnected for a long time, finally came online again. He took out the Wuhundian certificate in his arms and gave it to "Master", and then wiped his non-existent
Sweat.
Looking back, the scene just now really scared him. It wasn't that he was afraid of conflict with the concierge. After all, he was on his side. The old man was just afraid that Tang San and Zhao Xuan would be harmed. This was the future of the village.
The master received the martial arts certificate from Mr. Jack. When he saw the two certificates clearly, his originally indifferent expression suddenly changed and became extremely serious, which also revealed some confusion.
"Lan Yincao... is innately full of soul power... the mobile phone is also innately full of soul power. What kind of martial soul is this?" The master has devoted his life to the study of martial arts. He is the first person in the theoretical world. He has never seen a martial soul.
It can be said that there are very few, but I have never heard of this "mobile phone".
"The proof is true, old sir. I apologize to you on behalf of the college for what happened just now. Leave this child to me." After reading the two proofs repeatedly, the master said to Mr. Jack.
A figure who was at least a soul master apologized to him. Old Jack's vanity was greatly satisfied. He hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No need to apologize, no need to apologize. We are not good either. Master, then this kid will trouble you."
.Xiaosan, Xiaoxuan, you can follow the master in, but you must be obedient."
Jack warned the two of them a few more words before leaving.
The master glanced at the concierge lightly and said, "This is the first and last time. If you do it again, you don't need to stay." His voice was hoarse and calm, but there was something irrefutable about it.
a feeling of.
The concierge broke out in a cold sweat behind his back and hurriedly stepped aside in response. In fact, he was also frightened. He didn't expect that these two children were actually working-study students coming this year.
Although they are only work-study students, this is not something he can offend. No one knows what their future will be like. If the college finds out, he will definitely be punished.
The master looked down at Tang San and Zhao Xuan, forcing a smile on his face. The muscles on his face seemed a little stiff, and the way he smiled was a bit unflattering.
"Teacher, thank you." The three of them walked into the academy. Unlike Zhao Xuan who was heartless, Tang San said to the master.
"Teacher? I'm not a teacher in the academy." The master looked down at Tang San and said calmly.
"Not a teacher? Didn't you just say you represent the college?"
The master shook his head. He had always been impatient, but he was extra tolerant today. He forced out a trace of that ugly smile again, "Who said that only teachers from the college can represent the college?"
Tang San suddenly said: "I understand, then you must be the principal or leader of the academy."
The master laughed and said: "You are a six-year-old child, so you are very smart. However, you still guessed wrong."
Tang San asked doubtfully: "Then you are?"
The master said: "I am just a resident here eating and drinking. Just like everyone else, call me master. Everyone calls me that. I have even forgotten my own name. The proof of Wuhun Palace
It says your name is Tang San, right? Tang San, you have to understand that the meanings of master and teacher are very different. Don’t call me by the wrong name in the future. Unless..."
After saying this, he listened to his words, but his eyes flashed with burning light, "Unless you really want me to be your teacher."
"Do you want to teach me how to cultivate martial arts?" Tang San asked.
The master stopped and stood facing Tang San, "Then are you willing?"
Tang San also naturally stopped and looked up at the master in front of him. Looking closely and looking from below, he found that the master's mouth was a bit big and his lips were thick. He didn't speak, nor did he say yes.
, and he didn’t say he wouldn’t agree.
The master looked at Tang San's eyes that stared at him blankly, and that stiff smile appeared again, "Okay, you are indeed a smart boy."
Not speaking has two meanings. One is not to refuse in a hurry to avoid offending the master. The other is to use actions to ask the master, why should I worship you as my teacher?
The master, like old Jack, raised his hand and rubbed Tang San's head, "You are so talented and so smart. It seems that I have to be persistent for a while. After all, you are also the third twin in the past hundred years.
Martial spirit."
After hearing the master's words, Tang San was shocked. Looking at the master, his eyes suddenly changed. His left wrist had also been raised quietly, with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.
The master and the old god looked at him with a smile and said: "Aren't you very curious about how I knew you were a twin martial spirit?" As he spoke, he shook the certificate that Old Jack gave him in his hand, "That's it.
Because of this proof. Maybe others can’t see the flaws in it, but if I can’t see it either, then I don’t deserve the title of master.”
"I once investigated 647 people whose martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. Among them, 16 have soul power, and the probability is less than 3%. And even these 16 people have soul power.
There is no one whose soul power can exceed level one, but you are at level ten with full innate soul power. According to one of the ten core competitivenesses of martial arts that I have studied, the size of innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial soul.
Look, Blue Silver Grass obviously cannot satisfy you, so I am sure that you should have another martial spirit, and it is a very powerful martial spirit."
Tang San's eyes gradually calmed down, and he argued: "Everything has exceptions, why can't I be a special case?"
The master nodded seriously and said: "Yes, there are exceptions to everything, but your martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass, so you are obviously not that exception. In the past hundred years, the twins of the Tiandou Empire and the Star Luo Empire have been
Although there are only two martial souls that have appeared, there have been nineteen people who were born with full soul power. I have carefully studied the martial souls of each of them, and they are all powerful beings. The youngest one has now reached a large level.
The level of soul master. Except for the fourteen people who inherited powerful martial souls from their family lineage, there are five exceptions."
The more the two chatted, the more interesting they became. In the end, for some unknown reason, Tang San knelt down and worshiped the master as his disciple.
Zhao Xuan on the side was stunned. Seeing that the two of them hit it off immediately and didn't care about him at all, he couldn't help but feel depressed. Why did he always feel like he was superfluous?
However, Zhao Xuan was inexplicably relieved when he saw Tang San reveal his twin martial spirits. It turned out that he was not the only one with two martial spirits, but Xiao San also had one. This allowed him not to worry that he was an anomaly and would be sectioned for study if someone found out.
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Although in a certain respect, he is indeed an anomaly.
Seeing Tang San and the master chattering incessantly and looking like they were late to meet each other, Zhao Xuan was inexplicably disgusted.
"I also have two martial spirits." He whispered.
Although his voice was very low, the master with very sensitive ears caught it instantly. He quickly turned to look at Zhao Xuan and said in surprise: "You also have two martial arts?!"
Tang San also looked at Zhao Xuan with some surprise. Didn't the master say that these twin martial spirits are rare? Why does Xiao Xuan also have one?
Besides, the master was stunned by this big gift package. If one gift is not enough, why should I give him a second one? He was filled with joy and asked Zhao Xuan with some trembling: "Can you show it to me?
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Zhao Xuan thought for a moment and nodded. Firstly, the master was already Xiaosan's teacher. Secondly, from the discussion just now, Zhao Xuan had already seen that the master was just a fanatical researcher.
In fact, he was similar to the master in his previous life. He had the same enthusiasm when he studied hacking technology, but now, ahem...
Zhao Xuan summoned a mobile phone with one hand and a computer with the other. The master's eyes suddenly changed and he became extra serious.
He looked at the two martial spirits and was very excited: "Sure enough, they are two new martial spirits that have never appeared before!"
He hurriedly took out a notebook from his arms and took notes. Sometimes he looked up and observed, and sometimes he wrote furiously.
After a while, he put down the notes in his hand, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead due to excitement.
After putting down the notes, the master suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked at Zhao Xuan with fiery eyes: "Zhao Xuan, right? Are you willing..."
Zhao Xuan was startled for a moment, and then quickly realized that he seemed to know what the master wanted to say.
"No!" he refused.
The words that the master had not yet spoken were forcefully blocked by Zhao Xuan. His eyes became somewhat resentful and he looked straight at Zhao Xuan.
Zhao Xuan couldn't stand it. If a beautiful woman did this, he would happily accept it, but the master is just an old man.
So he quickly said: "Master, I'm lazy and don't want to learn theory. It's enough for you to have a mistress. He is very diligent. You can train him how you want. If you want to study my martial arts in the future, call me.
That’s all, I’ll be there when you call.”
The master opened his mouth, then closed it again. He was thoughtful, and it was enough to have a disciple of Tang San. From the conversation just now, he could see that Tang San was very smart, quick and eager to learn, and he also liked this disciple.
very satisfied.
So, the master nodded: "Okay."
Beside Tang San, his head was full of black lines. No matter how pure he was, he couldn't help but think crookedly when he thought of the word "training".