[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

"Why don't you help me up!" Meng Jiang's eyes turned red from the pain, "Hey, my waist is almost broken!"

Tang San's fingertips brushed the corners of her eyes, he carefully helped her up, and used his hands to help her rub the place where she hit.

"I almost fell to paralysis..." She muttered dissatisfiedly, and with the lingering pain on her too-pale face, it looked like she was in really bad condition.

Oscar quickly took out the sausage to help Meng Jiang recover.

After Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing received the god-given soul rings, everyone briefly exchanged information about the second test and then dispersed to rest.

Tang San directly carried Meng Jiang to a quiet place on Poseidon Mountain. The girl nestled in the young man's arms, her two jade arms wrapped around the other's neck. She seemed a little distressed at this time.

Sitting down under a tree, Tang San asked someone to sit directly on his lap. He reached out to lift up Meng Jiangyuebai's shirt and looked at her lower back, and found that there was indeed a bruise there.

"Does it hurt?" He put his hand on the warm skin and smiled again, but there was no smile in his eyes, only distress and self-blame, "Look at what I said, it must be painful."

"Actually, the pain is better than the discomfort I feel when my whole body is dirty." Meng Jiang didn't take it to heart. She was more concerned about another point, "I want to take a bath, but I can't go to the Ring Sea."

"Although we can't go into the sea, we should still be able to get water. Otherwise, after the ring sea is blocked, there will be no external supplies. Where can we find usable water?" Tang San pushed Meng Jiang's messy hair behind his ears, "I'll go I’m going to fetch you water, but don’t ask anyone else to help you this time, not even the girls, okay? I don’t like it.”

"Okay, then I'll do it myself." Meng Jiang curled his lips secretly, he was such a stingy man. It's very troublesome to take a bath alone, okay? It's hard to take care of her hair alone.

Tang San raised his eyebrows.

do it yourself?

That must not be possible.

Of course he comes.

Anyway, he is very skilled at his business and is a journeyman.

So under Tang San's care, which he called help but was actually taken care of, Meng Jiang washed away the blood-stained sweat and put on clean and soft cloth.

During this period of time, due to his cultivation, he was under great pressure all the time. Meng Jiang did not want to waste the Penglai suit made of shark gauze, so he changed everything into ordinary clothes and pants.

Finally feeling refreshed, Meng Jiang didn't want to continue practicing during the three-day rest period, so he let his soul power recover automatically. Although the speed was a bit slow, the maximum effect could be achieved by being relaxed during the practice. Under the constant pressure for a year, everyone is exhausted physically and mentally.

Tang San gently held the back of Meng Jiang's neck and let her rest on his lap. He took out the cloak from before and half covered it with half, and said softly, "Let's sleep for a while."

The golden light that completed the assessment not only restored Tang San's injuries, but also restored his soul power to its best condition. The broken Eight Spider soul bones were also repaired. Naturally, his condition was better than that of vomiting blood and trying to assist him under heavy pressure. Meng Jiang is several times better.

The girl grabbed one of his hands and nodded with a smile. The long eyelashes behind her closed eyes were like the black feathers of jackdaws on the eaves, seeming to be condensed with a bit of cold frost.

It was already winter when they came to Poseidon Island. A whole year had passed, and it was naturally winter now, but Poseidon Island was like spring all year round, so it was warm at this time, otherwise Tang San would not have let Meng Jiang sleep directly on the grass.

It's just that because of the blockade of the ring sea, even the weather within Poseidon Mountain has become gloomy and depressing, with no sunshine and only dense dark clouds.

Meng Jiang was sleeping deeply, Tang San held her right hand in his palm with one hand, and used extremely gentle force with the other hand to follow the slender, cool hair, turning the steel into softness around his fingers.

The small hand in the palm is not as soft and boneless as women are accustomed to. Instead, due to Penglai's practice of palm skills, it has flexibility, slender finger bones, and the knuckles are not as obvious as men's, making the fingers like green onions and jade, slender and white. But it doesn't look weak, on the contrary, it looks more sharp and angular than the soft and beautiful face of the palm owner.

At the same time, Tang San could also feel an obviously uneven wound in the palm opposite him. This was a cut caused by the Vast Sea Cosmic Barrier. His Ajaan loved beauty so much, so this wound must have made her very sad. Although she complained once when she was recovering from her injury, and seemed not to take it to heart anymore, how could Tang San not see the unhappiness in her heart.

The ability of the Vast Sea Universe Shield to absorb energy from the sea water, the reason why it was sealed in the second test, and the Ninth Test of Poseidon, there seems to be a pair of hands behind the scenes, and it seems that these hands have guided him to a bright road. .

Although Tang San did not directly answer Meng Jiang's previous words and said that his thoughts were not important, he was not without thinking. I had some guesses at first, but after Meng Jiang asked him bluntly, I became more certain.

At the same time, he had doubts in his heart, why was Meng Jiang so sure? Even he, who had taken the Nine Poseidon Examinations, found his guess unbelievable.

The only time Meng Jiang had close contact with something related to gods and had the opportunity to learn some information (that he knew) was when she took the top eight exams. And Meng Jiang is so sure that he must have something to rely on. This certificate cannot be Poseidon Douluo Bo Saixi, because even though Bo Saixi has abilities close to those of a god, she is still not a god and cannot influence the Seahorse Holy Pillar to submit for assessment. Then, Tang San boldly guessed that maybe Poseidon told Meng Jiang some information when he was taking the top eight exams.

Poseidon: No, you are looking down on this person of yours. She is going to kill a god when she comes to do business with me!

But Meng Jiang didn't tell her directly that she had her own reasons, and Tang San wouldn't take the initiative to ask and make things difficult for her, he just kept the matter in his heart.

But now that he had an idea in his mind, could he think that the injury on Ajaan's palm was caused by Poseidon? There was also the injuries she suffered during this Poseidon's Light test. Each of these incidents had made Tang San extremely dissatisfied.

If his guess was true, then Poseidon would naturally be very kind to him, but the injuries inflicted on Meng Jiang could not be easily erased just because of this.

The account had to be settled, and Poseidon's Light was not mentioned because it was a test, but the wound on his palm made him almost lose the most precious treasure in his heart that day. After all, if the damage was irreversible, then there must be sufficient compensation.

Poseidon had no idea that just after passing the first test, his chosen heir was already plotting against him to make up for the stinky girl who had deceived him.

As expected, it's not that a family refuses to enter a family, one or two of the heirs of the gods have begun to plot against their own gods, but one wants his life, and the other just wants "some" compensation.

Perhaps after Poseidon found out, he would feel lucky and gloating about having a fellow Rakshasa to compare him with, but more likely, he would probably even have his nose crooked with anger.

However, you will not survive if you do your own evil.

Meng Jiang, who was meeting Zhou Gong, didn't know that her relatives had already begun to think about "revenge" for her. Otherwise, she would probably wake up from her dream laughing and make a big show of it... ah no, she was secretly laughing at Poseidon in her heart. Ichiban. After all, before all the assessments were completed, she had to be wary of the petty Poseidon grabbing her pigtails and trying to put on small shoes for her.

Three days passed, and everyone returned to the intense practice. According to their idea, after Oscar also reaches level 70, they can try to cross the ring sea.

After tempering his body and will, Oscar accepted the god-given soul ring and successfully obtained the seventh soul ring. However, he never said what his seventh soul skill was, which aroused everyone's curiosity.

Without food supplies, Meng Jiang chewed the sausage made by Oscar with a disheveled look on his face. He almost vomited it out before he could swallow it. Next to him, Tang San frowned and struggled to swallow. Let me ask, who can eat sausage every now and then for three months in a row and still not get tired of it? I guess there is only Oscar for making sausages.

"This is simply torture, Tang San, help..." Meng Jiang tremblingly put his hand on Tang San's arm, "Shall we eat cold bluesilver grass tonight?"

"Cold salad... bluesilver grass?" Tang San shook his hand, and the sausage in his hand almost fell to the ground, "Can this thing be eaten?"

"Eat the fresh ones as wild vegetables. You won't die from them anyway." Meng Jiang said after swallowing the last bite of sausage, "I don't want to eat any more sausages."

There weren't many trees with wild fruits on Poseidon Mountain, and they had almost eaten all the fruits during this period.

"Plus one. I want to eat grass, not intestines!" The little rabbit immediately raised his hand, "Rabbit is a vegetarian!"

"Ahem, um, let me remind you in advance that you can't bite my Blue Silver Emperor, and it's also poisonous." Tang San felt that everyone's green eyes were glued to him, "It's really possible to eat dead people. of."

"Jiang Jiang is not talking about your martial spirit, Third Brother." Zhu Zhuqing made a timely rescue.

"That's it, who wants to eat your martial soul? Don't be too sentimental, okay?" Meng Jiang rolled his eyes, "Contribute your blue silver domain and spawn some blue silver grass as food. How will you know if you can't eat it if you don't try it? ? Even if I have to eat sausages later, I can’t accept just eating sausages, otherwise I would rather eat tree bark!”

So after Meng Jiang's strong request, a new dish was finally added to their menu. Although the taste is really average, it has finally been improved.

Dai Mubai frowned and chewed a piece of bluesilver grass: "Xiao Ao, it's been half a month since you got your seventh soul skill, why don't you show us its power."

Oscar's expression changed when he heard this, and he looked up at the sky, "The weather is nice today."

Meng Jiang glanced at him: "If your eyes don't work well, donate them to others. There are many blind people who want a pair of eyes that can see things, even if the eyes have bad eyesight."

"It's cloudy now, please stop interrupting." Ma Hongjun came over and sat down next to him, "What do you have to hide from the brothers? We won't laugh at you. Or, you, the seventh soul skill martial soul avatar Will you turn yourself into a big sausage?"

Oscar was slumped and lost all love: "Oh my God! Oh my earth! Dear Lord Poseidon! Why do you want to play with me like this? Just let me die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in response to Oscar's words, a thunder exploded in the sky, scaring Oscar to jump up and not daring to complain any more.

Meng Jiang secretly curled his lips and thought, he is indeed a narrow-minded Poseidon.

Even Tang San couldn't help but asked curiously: "Xiao Ao, is your seventh soul skill really related to turning into a sausage?"

"That's not true, but it's not much better than that." Oscar said with a look of sadness and anger, "First of all, you must not laugh when I use the seventh soul skill, otherwise I will fall out."

The other eight people nodded and put away the smiles on their faces. Ning Rongrong held Xiao Wu's arm to find some psychological comfort for herself, obviously she had no confidence in Oscar's seventh soul skill.

Oscar stood with his feet spread out, his body squatted slightly, he made two movements of closing his fists and straightening his waist, and then he raised the middle finger of his right hand and shouted, "Stand firm, firm, golden fly!"

In the silence, everyone's faces twitched and they suppressed laughter. As Ma Hongjun couldn't help but make a "poof" sound, everyone burst into laughter as if it was contagious.

Meng Jiangxiao fell into Tang San's arms, shouting "ouch" and asking someone to help rub Xiao's painful belly.

It took Tang San a while to hold back his laughter, but with a smile on his face, he turned his head and asked Dai Mubai next to him, "Boss, what exactly is this 'gold fly'?"

Before Dai Mubai could answer, Meng Jiang couldn't wait to say, "What else can it be that can make a person invincible with a golden gun? Of course it's an aphrodisiac!"

Dai Mubai smiled and clapped: "I almost forgot that our Meng Jiang was very good at driving back then, but I didn't expect you to even know this."

The smile on Tang San's face froze, then became even brighter.

"Don't you know that too?" Meng Jiang felt a chill down his spine and secretly scolded Dai Mubai for hurting others and not benefiting himself.

She flattered Tang San and acted coquettishly: "Oh, don't think too much about it, I was just young and frivolous back then, and I didn't do anything... I just watched the stars and the moon with the beautiful ladies in the brothel, and talked about life ideals from poetry and songs. That’s all…”

Dai Mubai had already been pulled aside by Zhu Zhuqing's ears. At this time, Tang San smiled warmly, and stroked Meng Jiang's cheek softly and lovingly, "Yes, I know. Anyway, I am not a true love, and I am often abandoned by A Jiang. A Jiang never looks at the stars or the moon with me, and talks about poems and songs. to the ideal of life.”

Meng Jiang: ...finished! Egg! Got it!