Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 51

Yang Ming sat cross-legged, like a seasoned violinist with more than ten years of experience, with ten thin and long fingers playing lightly on the guqin.

The eight fingerings range from unfamiliar to proficient, and then to the movement like flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye and at the same time, a forgettable one. Worry came slowly.

Every sound that pops up is round and full, and the sound of the piano is pleasant to the ear. It echoes in the ward.

Those who have mastered the guqin can make the strings of the right hand break, that is to say, there is no dust under the fingers, the sound of the right hand is clean and neat, and there is no unnecessary movement.

Every phrase and level of each piece of Wangyou Song is popped out by Yang Ming. The whole piece of music has a succession and harmony, and the cadence and rhythm are as smooth as silk. Difficult to extricate themselves.

When the song was over, Yang Ming turned his palm down and pressed it on the strings. Everyone was still intoxicated by the song, and they still didn't come back to their senses.

Yang Ming smiled at the dumbfounded Doctor Xiao, then ignored the other's shock and confusion, and turned to look at Tang San.

"Hmm~"

With a muffled groan from his nostrils, Tang San's high fever subsided, and he slowly regained his senses, raised his eyelids, and opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling.

"I'm... where?"

Tang San covered his drowsy head, propped up his upper body, and saw a row of people standing beside the bed, Grandmaster, Yang Ming, Xiao Wu.

Tang San's memory was still at the moment when Yang Ming left the Spirit Forest with him on his back, and he was completely unaware of what happened after that.

Seeing that Tang San was fine, Grandmaster excitedly held Yang Ming's hand and thanked him:

"Yang Ming, thank you, thank you for saving Xiaosan."

In just a few days of getting along, Grandmaster has long regarded Tang San as his own son.

As Tang San said to him at the beginning, a teacher for one day, a father for life!

"Master, you don't need to thank me." Yang Ming smiled, "I am the third brother's brother, this is what I should do."

Grandmaster took a deep, deep look at Yang Ming, without looking into why Yang Ming had the ability to heal early in the morning, but was only using it until now, he turned around, patted Tang San on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Little San, you have a good brother!"

Tang San:"???"

Seeing that Grandmaster and Tang San wanted to say something, Yang Ming stopped staying here as a light bulb, picked up the guqin and held it in his arms, saying:

"Since the third brother has recovered, I will go back to the dormitory first."

Behind him, Xiao Wu chased after him.

"Yang Ming, wait for me!"

Yang Ming walked out of the ward, looked at Doctor Xiao, and smiled.

He didn't say anything, but the meaning was conveyed.

People don't offend me, I don't offend anyone!

Passing by Dr. Xiao, he left an unfathomable back image alone, making it hard to fathom, as if a mist shrouded Yang Ming, full of mystery.

"you……"

Doctor Xiao raised his right hand and pointed at Yang Ming's back.

He was angry, he was unwilling, he was puzzled.

For a long time, his face changed several times, and finally he withdrew his hand decadently.

Physician Xiao did not understand what was going on just now, and why Yang Ming had such a powerful auxiliary ability.

Even if Physician Xiao pursed his heart and asked himself, he couldn't heal Tang San as easily as Yang Ming with his martial spirit of the auxiliary department.

It's all a mystery!

Physician Xiao left the infirmary directly, and rode the carriage to the Spirit Hall.

Walking through the corridor and stairs, Dr. Xiao pushed open the door of the office, and Bishop Besca was leaning on the chair dozing.

"came back?"

Besca raised her eyelids, crossed her fingers together, and folded her palms on her chin. She looked at Dr. Xiao with a smile, looking confident.

"How's it going, Yang Ming, has he agreed to your terms?"

"This……"

Doctor Xiao hesitated, a little afraid of disturbing Bishop Besca's good mood.

Seeing his virtuous character, Bishop Besca's smile faded, his expression extremely gloomy, and he said solemnly:

"Don't tell me, you haven't done a trivial matter?"

"No, it's not like that." In front of Bishop Besca, Dr. Xiao had no arrogance, could not raise his head humbly, and whispered: "Things went well at the beginning, it's just... just a little bit later. accident."

"Oh?" Bishop Besca raised his brows, "Tell me carefully?"

Therefore, Besca reported the matter as it was from the beginning to the end, without adding any personal sensory evaluation.

The more impressive Physician Xiao said, the more Bishop Besca's brows furrowed.

silence.

There was an unspeakable silence in the office.

In the end, Bishop Besca let out a faint sigh. He understood that this matter was beyond his control, and decided to let go, saying:

"It seems that as my bishop, I can't recruit him. It's time to report it to the higher-ups to trouble Yang Ming about this matter."

The matter was over. After a long period of time, Bishop Besca didn't bother to look for Yang Ming again, and seemed to have given up on pulling Yang Ming into the Spirit Hall.

Yang Ming is also very comfortable. In addition to taking classes every day to learn the common sense of Douluo Continent and the knowledge of martial arts, he is an otaku in the dormitory, and he does not go anywhere, and concentrates on improving his soul power.

Due to the difference in spirit rings, Yang Ming's spirit master stage, every time he improved by one level, was equivalent to the third level of others, and it took three times as much time and energy as others.

If it weren't for the talent of being innately full of soul power, I am afraid that Yang Ming would be far behind others in terms of soul power.

In addition to soul power training, Yang Ming did not drop down to exercise, and insisted on carrying a weight similar to a turtle shell every day. Compared with the previous weight of fifty pounds, it has now increased to one hundred pounds.

In spear and swordsmanship, Yang Ming did not fall behind, and practiced whenever he had time.

The only thing that made Yang Ming unhappy was that every time he practiced swordsmanship, there were always a group of girls around him, and they even gave him the title of swordsman under the month, which made him very uncomfortable.

Time goes on and on.

During this period of time, after Tang San recovered, under the inertia of the plot, he and Grandmaster entered the Soul Hunting Forest again and obtained the spirit ring in the original book, so I won't go into details here.

In Nuoding Junior Spirit Master Academy, a semester is a year. During the whole process, students are not allowed to go home, only relatives can come to visit.

For a year, Old Jack would come to the academy to visit Yang Ming every month, and each time he brought Yang Ming's favorite food and winter clothes.

After a year, Yang Ming finally raised his spirit power to level 15. The further he went, the more difficult he felt.

Looking at the sky outside the window, Yang Ming showed a hint of homesickness in his eyes.

Tomorrow is the day to return to the Holy Spirit Village.

I don't know, how are they doing, Grandpa, Old Jack?

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(End of this chapter)