[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Clenching her teeth, Meng Jiang glared at Tang San unwillingly, but the toxin of Bluesilver Grass quickly made her lose the strength to gather her soul power, and she couldn't even support the spiritual umbrella in her hand and disappeared.

"Untie me." Meng Jiang said viciously, but in Tang San's eyes, he looked like a cat with explosive fur. Originally, Meng Jiang's appearance was kind of delicate and non-offensive, but now his angry look only made him feel very cute, and he felt soft in his heart.

He sat up and untied the restraints and toxins of the blue silver grass from Meng Jiang's body, and then pulled her up. Meng Jiang took the opportunity to twist Tang San's slender and beautiful hand as "revenge", but in terms of strength, he was just a little cat. Tang San couldn't hold it back and rubbed Meng Jiang's hair with a smile.

The two then retreated outside the venue and quietly watched the next two games.

Writing analysis is a habit that Meng Jiang developed. Taking out a pen and paper, she wrote down her mistakes one by one, and also wrote down what the outcome might have been if she had done it differently. While reflecting, she also did not forget to watch the second match between Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, and also conducted battle analysis.

The master also taught Meng Jiang, so he knew Meng Jiang very well. Seeing her actions, the master couldn't help but nod secretly in his heart. Although he made a mistake in the competition just now, he was able to realize his mistakes and make amends and improvements. This is worthy of recognition.

In this aspect, the master had to admit that Meng Jiang did better than his student Tang San. As far as fighting is concerned, Meng Jiang is even sharper, as if... he has experienced hundreds of battles.

But in fact, Meng Jiang did not have this habit in her previous life. But when she came to Douluo Continent, there was no martial arts here, but there was martial spirit. The power system was completely different from that in the Tang Dynasty, so she developed the habit of writing down and analyzing things.

Tang San stood next to Meng Jiang and watched her holding a small notebook and writing quickly. From time to time, he would put forward some of his own ideas. The two of them occasionally had differences. When Meng Jiang saw that there was no result in the argument, he put forward their ideas. Write it all down and talk about it later.

Meng Jiang has rich experience in fighting enemies, but at the same time, due to her deep memory of martial arts in her previous life, her understanding of martial arts has become somewhat solidified. As Tang San studied the Tang Sect's hidden weapons on his own, he was more flexible and changeable in his thinking, and would occasionally come up with some wonderful ideas, so Meng Jiang was also very happy to discuss these things with Tang San.

The words she used in her records could only be understood by Tang San - everyone had seen Meng Jiang's records at the Soto Great Spirit Fighting Arena last time, but they didn't understand the contents of the book clearly. This made Tang San feel a kind of secret joy in his heart that he didn't know he knew.

After three games, Meng Jiang put away his record book and stood in a row with everyone. The master stood in front, looked around at everyone, and asked, "Tell me how you feel. Follow the order of the competition just now."

Tang San said: "During the competition, I was affected by my fixed thinking from the past, which led to my misjudgment of the direction of A Jiang's attack."

Meng Jiang glanced at Tang San and lowered his head, "Master, I deduce that Tang San's third soul skill may have the characteristics of the Man-Faced Demon Spider, such as spider webs and toxins, so I did not choose to float at the beginning of the competition. It’s to stay on the ground and give up your advantage.”

"Cleverness leads to mistakes." The master nodded and looked at the two of them with stern eyes, "Fortunately, you all know your mistakes. Tang San, the big taboo on the battlefield is to have a rigid thinking mode, which will make you Falling into passivity. And when faced with Meng Jiang, who gave up her own advantages, you can make her die with you, which shows that you still have practice."

"And Meng Jiang, your mistake is the most serious. Your judgment is correct, which is good, but on the battlefield, voluntarily giving up one's combat advantage is voluntarily sending one's life into the hands of the enemy! This is It's an act of giving away people's heads. At the same time, in the end, you easily judged the final outcome before the final result was determined, which was also your mistake. Although you did not choose to take off in the end to avoid Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, you caught There is a chance, but this chance is only for you and Tang San to draw."

Her white teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and her soft lips were bitten so white that they almost bled. Meng Jiang blushed at the master's words, but every word the master said was absolutely correct, leaving her unable to refute.

Why does this fatal error occur? Is her current life too comfortable, causing her to be too loose? Is she too conceited? If master Fang Gan knew about her performance, he would be very disappointed, and Fang Ziyou would definitely laugh at her.

After learning from the experience, Meng Jiang made up her mind that she would never make the same mistake again.

Quietly, Tang San grabbed Meng Jiang's left hand and squeezed it gently for comfort. His fingertips tapped the girl's soft palm twice. The force was like a fluttering butterfly, but it gradually made Meng Jiang feel more relaxed. .

The master opposite saw the little actions of the two children that he thought others didn't know about. He opened his mouth and was about to scold him, but suddenly thought that he was like this when he was young. He felt bitter in his heart, but he couldn't help but soften, and pretended not to see it. Let it go.

After reprimanding the students who made mistakes, the master looked ugly, "Is this the so-called monster genius? I am very disappointed in your performance today. Now you must accept the punishment you deserve. From now on, the burden will be lifted from the academy to Soto Run ten round trips to the city without using soul power. When you finish running, you will eat. Meng Jiang, your mistake is the most serious. Run eleven round trips. The timer starts. Let’s go! Remember that you are a group. If one person does not After running, then everyone will have nothing to eat.”

"Yes." Taking his hand out of Tang San's palm, Meng Jiang responded in a low voice and ran out of the door first, followed by Tang San, followed by Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun. Although the little rabbit made no mistake, she saw that her two most important people were running, so she tilted her head and ran out too.

——You can’t watch Jiang Jiang and Third Brother being punished. The little rabbit thought so.

There are eight bamboo baskets at the entrance of the college, with stones of different weights placed inside, and everyone's name is posted on the outside of the bamboo baskets. The master's punishment for them has long been prepared.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also ran over. Everyone looked at each other and carried their bamboo baskets on their backs.

Among them, the stones in the bamboo baskets of Tang San, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were the heaviest, but Meng Jiang's load was the same as theirs - "thanks to" her abnormal physique and special training method , whoever makes her not take the initiative to practice her soul power will automatically operate, so her load must naturally exceed the limit to achieve the effect. Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun had the second highest burden, while Ning Rongrong and Oscar had the lightest burden.

But except for Tang San, not even Xiao Wu knew about the specialness of Meng Jiang's cultivation method. When he saw the weight of Meng Jiang's stone, the dissatisfaction in the little rabbit's eyes almost overflowed, and even Dai Mubai and others frowned. He frowned.

Sighing softly, Meng Jiang understood the reason for everyone's performance. She finally got over her mistake and her heart was filled with soft emotions. She smiled and explained the particularity of her cultivation method to everyone in detail.

"Don't worry, the master knows this. This is also the reason why my load exceeds the limit. After running later, if any of you can't hold on, I can help him cool down. My soul power attribute is relatively... ...Hmm, it's cool." The girl's voice was gentle, her brows relaxed, "But it's just a cooling down, and it won't save your energy. This is just a side effect of my soul power attributes, and it doesn't count as 'using soul power'."

Because of this, Meng Jiang didn't sweat much even in summer and his whole body was cool. Little Rabbit, who often sleeps with Meng Jiang in his arms, understands this very well.

As for why she wanted to hold an umbrella, it was because she didn't want to get tanned - even though she couldn't actually get tanned. Standing in the bright sun without shelter, she always felt that she would be three shades darker - this was purely psychological.

After running for a while, Ning Rongrong and Oscar, who were auxiliary soul masters, gradually couldn't keep up. Tang San stopped and called out to Meng Jiang and Dai Mubai. He was the master's disciple and understood the master's true purpose of punishing them better. Therefore, everyone changed their traveling speed and followed Ning Rongrong and Oscar's speed to move forward at a constant speed, which could save more energy.

But running with a heavy load is indeed very different from running normally. After one lap, everyone looked tired, and Ning Rongrong and Oscar were sweating profusely. Although Meng Jiang was not sweating and her body was dry, and her soul power was still running, the actual weight of fifteen kilograms beyond the limit was still pressing on her shoulders like a mountain, and as she ran, this weight would only It made her feel heavier and heavier.

After a round trip, everyone rehydrated at the entrance of the college. In the wooden barrel placed on the table is warm salt water carefully prepared by the master, which can not only quench their thirst, but also restore some of their physical strength. Meng Jiang swallowed the salt water at a steady pace, instead of finishing it all in one breath like others. At the same time, she adjusted her somewhat disordered breathing while drinking water, trying her best to improve her condition to the best possible level.

After going back and forth again and again, after five laps, Ning Rongrong and Oscar's speed had obviously slowed down, and even the scenery in front of them was a little blurry. Everyone was sweating profusely, and their clothes were soaked with sweat, making them sticky and clinging to their bodies, making it even more uncomfortable. Even Meng Jiang, who was practicing Ling Hai Jue, was sweating, and his sweat-wet hair stuck to his face and neck, making him very uncomfortable. The only advantage is that Meng Jiang's clothes are made of crocodile silk and do not absorb sweat, so they look better.

The eight people had no choice but to stop. Tang San and Dai Mubai took the stones from Oscar and Ning Rongrong's bamboo baskets respectively, while Meng Jiang put his hands lightly on their shoulders, without exerting any weight, just using the Linghai Technique. The coolness generated briefly cooled down the two of them.

On the eighth round trip, Ma Hongjun could no longer hold on. When he was about to fall, Meng Jiang quickly caught him with his eyes and grabbed his hand to bring him a hint of coolness.

Due to the rapid consumption of physical strength, the coolness of Linghai Jue had no great effect on Meng Jiang himself, but for Ma Hongjun, the sudden coolness made his consciousness clearer.

His mouth was dry, and every time he swallowed he felt like he was swallowing a razor blade, with a smell of blood that could not be ignored. His lungs were burning like fire, as if the holy fire was burning in his body again.

"Fat man, give me your weight." After breathing for five minutes, Dai Mubai stretched out his hand to Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun was a little surprised: "Boss Dai, are you okay?"

Dai Mubai puffed up his chest: "Fat man, remember, a man can't say no. Bring it."

Meng Jiang rolled his eyes and sneered in a hoarse voice. Before Dai Mubai put Ma Hongjun's stone into his own basket, he took away Ning Rongrong's load from the opponent's basket.

"Meng Jiang, you——"

"I can." Meng Jiang interrupted Dai Mubai and helped him cool down, "I'm in better shape than you."

Indeed, up to now, although Meng Jiang's load has exceeded the limit, her condition is still the best except for Xiao Wu.

After a pause, she added, "I don't want what you think, I want what I think. I don't think you can do it."

"Pfft!" Ning Rongrong and Oscar, who couldn't hold it back and had already recovered a little without bearing any weight, laughed. Tang San and the others couldn't help but laugh, and even Zhu Zhuqing's cold face revealed a hint of smile.

Dai Mubai: ...Men really can't say no.

Now Meng Jiang and Tang San are both carrying twenty kilograms, Dai Mubai is carrying twenty-five kilograms, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing have not changed, they are still ten kilograms, and Ning Rongrong, Oscar and Ma Hongjun have no weight-bearing for the time being.

On the ninth round trip, Tang San carried Oscar's load onto Dai Mubai's basket. Dai Mubai's load became thirty kilograms, while he himself carried Zhu Zhuqing's load. The total number of stones was twenty-five kilograms. .

During this round trip, eight people supported each other and got through it. Although they were running at this time, their speed was not much faster than walking.

On the tenth round trip, at Oscar's strong request, he retrieved his own weight.

After walking one kilometer, Oscar fainted and handed his stone to Meng Jiang. Tang San gave his own weight to Dai Mubai, who carried Oscar on his back. At this time, Zhu Zhuqing took back his stone, and Xiao Wu's stone landed on Ma Hongjun.

After walking three kilometers, Ning Rongrong fainted and Xiao Wu carried Ning Rongrong on her back.

Returning two kilometers, Zhu Zhuqing fainted, Ma Hongjun took back his stone from Dai Mubai, Meng Jiang handed Ning Rongrong and Oscar's stones to Tang San, and then she carried Tang San's stone on Dai Mubai's body , while Dai Mubai carried Zhu Zhuqing and her stones on his back.

When the distance to the finish line was less than 500 meters, Meng Jiang's bamboo basket contained 30 kilograms of weight for himself and Tang San. In the basket in front of Tang San were Ning Rongrong and Oscar's stones, and Oscar was carried behind him. Dai Mubai was carrying In addition to his own weight, there was Zhu Zhuqing's weight in the front basket, and he was also carrying Zhu Zhuqing; Xiao Wu was carrying Ning Rongrong; and Ma Hongjun was carrying his and Xiao Wu's 20 kilogram weight.

In the last 500 meters, Ning Rongrong and Oscar woke up from coma and struggled to retrieve their stones, trying to finish the remaining 500 meters. After Tang San put down Oscar, several people made some exchanges. Zhu Zhuqing was not awake at this time, and her physical exhaustion was the worst.

The seven people supported each other and moved slowly towards the finish line. Every step was determined by sweat. The vision is blurry, but the belief in persevering to the end is still persistent.

When they reached the finish line, Meng Jiang was carrying fifteen kilograms, Tang San was carrying twenty-five kilograms, Dai Mubai was carrying Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun was carrying twenty kilograms, Xiao Wu was carrying fifteen kilograms, and Oscar and Ning Rongrong were carrying five kilograms. .

After a few "pops", six people fell to the ground one after another. Ma Hongjun, Oscar and Ning Rongrong fainted almost at the same time. Dai Mubai fell next to Zhu Zhuqing and had no strength to get up. Immediately afterwards, Xiao Wu also fainted.

Meng Jiang's trembling arms supported the table with the bucket to stand still. He picked up the water glass and drank a cup of warm salt water. He tried to adjust his breathing and regained his strength every minute.

——She has one last trip left.

"A Jiang... wait." Tang San put down the heavy bamboo basket behind him and stood up staggeringly, "I will accompany you for the last lap." With that, he was about to pick up the weight on Meng Jiang's back.

"Forget it." Meng Jiang reluctantly raised the corners of her lips. Her face, which had no color at all, was now even more pale, and even her usually bright red lips were faded and cracked.

Stretching out his hand and pushing Tang San's shoulder gently, Meng Jiang sighed softly, "You, you'd better sleep."

The next moment, Tang San, who was so exhausted that he couldn't even resist Meng Jiang's gentle push, fell to the ground and fell into coma.

Meng Jiang nodded towards the master, gritted her teeth and swallowed the sweet smell in her throat, and stepped forward to run her last round. Her own punishment must be completed by herself.

Seeing Meng Jiang slowly running away, the master felt relieved but also a little worried.

"This child Meng Jiang is indeed very perseverant." Flanders and several other teachers quietly appeared beside the master, with a look of great appreciation in his eyes.

The master frowned slightly: "No, it's more than just perseverance. Although Meng Jiang is not my disciple, she can still be called half of my student. She persisted until this point. From what I know about her, perseverance is just one of the reasons. A small part of the reason, but more importantly, is that she is ruthless enough to others and even more ruthless to herself. In this regard, she is very different from Xiao San. At the same time, this child also has an inexplicable desire to win and lose. Who, but I'm sure, it's definitely not towards the mistress. Meng Jiang... seems to be fighting for a breath."

Therefore, if this energy disappears, Meng Jiang will probably collapse directly. Such a mental state is too dangerous, unless she can find another reliable mental support before this moment arrives.

Otherwise...the consequences would be disastrous.

With the master's keenness, he could detect the disobedience in Meng Jiang even if it was a clue, but he had no clue where this disobedience came from.

Moreover, Meng Jiang is not a god. Even if she disguises herself very well, since she has not yet deceived herself, there must be a flaw in her disguise.

Flanders actually didn't know much about Meng Jiang. He even didn't know as much about Meng Jiang as Zhao Wuji. Therefore, he did not hear the hidden worries in the master's heart. As for the point of "harsh enough", Zhao Wuji suddenly thought of Meng Jiang's performance in the Star Dou Forest. That bite to Tang San was indeed harsh enough, even the opponent's body after being transformed by the third soul ring could be bitten. Blood.

However, thinking about the relationship between Meng Jiang and Tang San since childhood, and the fact that Tang San's father, the famous Haotian Douluo Tang Hao, cared about their words, Zhao Wuji thought for a moment and felt that this was just a The two children showed intimacy, so they did not tell about this little episode that happened on the way. And he also thought of the mysterious young man with strange eyes he saw next to the titled Douluo that night.

If Zhao Wuji had been more careful, he would have discovered that although Muchito's facial features are deeper, his and Meng Jiang's eyebrows are three-thirds similar. And if Meng Jiang also had different eyes, then their appearance would be 50% similar.

Then, the answer to the question of who Meng Jiang's inexplicable desire to win is directed against... is ready to be revealed.