[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

This kind of training is easier to persevere with companions than alone. In this last back and forth, Meng Jiang actually ran for less than half before she could no longer hold on, but she didn't want to stop there. There was no reason. She was just taking a gamble. If she fell down midway, she would give up.

Her footsteps had turned into mechanical movements, and she could no longer see the scenery clearly. Fortunately, she was very familiar with this road and could walk it with her eyes closed. But if it happens again, she's afraid she'll fall halfway before she can finish the race.

Licking his dry lips, with the bamboo basket on his back making his shoulders numb, Meng Jiang took out the silver hairpin with his right hand and moved it to his left arm without hesitation. In just an instant, the sharp tip of the silver hairpin cut a blood mark on Bai Ji's forearm, and blood gradually seeped out. If it weren't for her lack of strength now, the wound would never be so shallow.

Although the wound was not as severe as Meng Jiang wanted, the pain still cleared her mind a bit and stimulated her remaining potential.

To be honest, even in his previous life, Meng Jiang had never tried this kind of overdraft training method. But she was ruthless and capable, so she was able to endure this punishment until the end.

She stumbled to the end of the race and fell to the ground the next moment she reached the finish line. When she woke up again, she found that she had been stripped of her clothes and soaked in a wooden barrel filled with brown liquid.

The warm liquid effectively relieved the body's fatigue. Only my legs were slightly sore and my body was a little weak. Meng Jiang glanced at his left arm. Even the wound on his arm had been bandaged with medicine.

Nostrils twitching slightly, Meng Jiang sniffed the ingredients of the medicinal solution carefully, and roughly judged that the medicinal solution had the effect of relaxing muscles, activating blood circulation, and strengthening the body and strengthening the body. However, she could not accurately determine the name of each medicinal ingredient. Not only was it because she didn't know the herbs on Douluo Continent, but it was also because she had no talent for Huang Qi's technique. She had only scratched the surface of the medical skills of Penglai's four schools of medicine, and could only simply bandage and treat injuries, as well as treat minor illnesses and pains such as wind and cold.

Meng Jiang's master Fang Gan was not only the best in martial arts, but also one of the best in other fields such as music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and dance, government news, and Qimen gossip. Senior brother Fang Ziyou also develops in many aspects, and his luck is very good on weekdays.

Penglai Island maintains a free and open atmosphere, and does not impose many restrictions on its disciples. Disciples can practice various schools of thought and martial arts as they like. Meng Jiang, on the other hand, had an excellent understanding of martial arts, and could integrate the hundreds of schools of thought he had learned on the island. Although the others were not outstanding, he was well aware of them and could be regarded as a knowledgeable person. He only fell short in his medical skills.

And her luck... is really not that good, especially when compared with Fang Ziyou, it seems even more pitiful. Therefore, Master prefers her more on weekdays.

Maybe this is the difference between European emperors and non-chiefs.

Meng Jiang raised his head and looked across. Zhu Zhuqing was still awake. Even though she ran back and forth one more time later, her physical fitness was better than Zhu Zhuqing's, so she still woke up earlier.

Looking around, Meng Jiang found a note taped next to the barrel, which read: Don't panic, the women in the village helped take off your clothes. After waking up, go to the cafeteria to eat.

Raising her slender eyebrows, Meng Jiang actually didn't panic. After all, if you think about it carefully, a group of teachers in the college are all old men. It is definitely impossible for a girl to take off her clothes.

Next to the big wooden bucket are two smaller buckets filled with water. The water inside is cold. Meng Jiang stepped into the keg and sank her entire body into the water. Looking from the water, all she could see was her thick black hair covering the entire surface of the water.

Shen carefully washed the liquid on his body under the water and washed his hair. Meng Jiang then wiped off the water on his body and changed into clean clothes. Her hair was not tied up, it only absorbed the water and hung it behind her back. The dark curls like seaweed hung down to her thighs.

In the other bucket of water, Meng Jiang directly threw the starter set into the water, rubbed it a few times and took it out. There was another piece of clean clothes, and there was no need to even dry them.

When I walked out of the dormitory, it was already dark with stars and jade rabbits in the sky.

Arriving at the cafeteria, there were already three people inside, namely Tang San, Xiao Wu and Dai Mubai.

At this time, Tang San and Dai Mubai had already finished their dinner, and Little Rabbit was feasting on it without any ladylike appearance. After saying hello and walking over to sit down, Meng Jiang picked up the chopsticks and prepared to fill his hungry stomach.

Just after picking up two chopsticks, sharp-eyed Tang San saw the bandage on Meng Jiang's left arm hidden under his sleeve, "What's going on?"

"Okay." Meng Jiang withdrew his hand and held the bowl, "I rowed it myself, otherwise I wouldn't be able to finish the last trip."

She didn't care, but Tang San's eyes were full of seriousness. The little rabbit swallowed a mouthful of meat, rushed over and held Meng Jiang's arm like a fragile treasure with tears in his eyes, "Uuuuuuuuuuuu Jiang Jiang, you are so miserable. Yingyingying is so pitiful to offend QAQ!"

Meng Jiang: ...Who did you learn this from? So grandiose.

She didn't realize that she was the only drama queen among all the people who loved to add drama to herself.

However, Little Rabbit's acting skills are exaggerated, and his heartache is really heartbreaking. Meng Jiang smiled, put a piece of meat into the little girl's mouth, and coaxed in a soft voice, "Good boy, the wound is very shallow and there is not much blood. How about I take off the bandage and show it to you?"

"No, no, no!" Little Rabbit quickly grabbed Meng Jiang's hand that was about to move. "The wound must be taken good care of to heal quickly. Jiang Jiang can't do this next time."

"Yeah." Meng Jiang nodded with his eyes bent, "There will definitely be no next time."

After coaxing this one, there is another one next to him that is even more difficult to coax. Lowering her eyes, her mind changed, she smiled coquettishly, her voice was gentle, she held another piece of meat and waved it in front of Tang San's eyes, "Little San brother, call me sister, I'll reward you with some meat~"

"I'm full." Tang San still had a serious face and said in an extremely cold and straight voice.

...It’s really embarrassing in capital letters.

Meng Jiang choked, turned his chopsticks and put the meat into his mouth. Huh, if you don’t want to eat, you won’t eat. I haven’t hugged you when you are full. I am so used to you.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing also came, so Meng Jiang stopped talking and focused on the food in front of him.

The three girls each have their own characteristics when eating. The little rabbit was very hungry and swept the food without hesitation; Zhu Zhuqing's movements were much more graceful than Xiao Wu's, but the food also decreased rapidly; and even though Meng Jiang was very hungry, she ate at the same speed as usual, chewing carefully and slowly. Swallowing, every movement seems to have been measured. It is elegant and more rigorous at the same time. It is obvious that the rules and etiquette when eating were strict in the past.

——After all, Meng Jiang lived by the rules under Han Zhou, the leader of Penglai Fa Sect.

Seeing that Meng Jiang ignored him, Tang San felt slightly panicked. He was frightened by Meng Jiang's cold violence, lack of dialogue, indifference, and reduced physical contact, which made people sad and sad.

But he didn't want to soften his attitude immediately, because Meng Jiang's actions were too much in his opinion. It was okay to use means to achieve the goal, but never in a way that hurt himself.

Pursing his lips tightly and staring at Meng Jiang as he finished his dinner, he picked up the dishes and prepared to wash them.

"Third brother, we can wash the pots and dishes. You can go back." The little rabbit said playfully, "In exchange, the bucket in our house will be handed over to you. Don't forget to get up early tomorrow morning." help."

Tang San couldn't help but smile and nodded in agreement. He glanced at the indifferent Meng Jiang again, turned around and left the cafeteria with Dai Mubai.

After washing the dishes, Oscar and others came one after another. Xiao Wu wanted to stay and wait for Ning Rongrong to return to the dormitory, so Meng Jiang and Zhu Zhuqing left first. Halfway through, when passing a big tree, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and pulled Meng Jiang over.

Zhu Zhuqing was startled and his whole body tensed up when he heard a familiar voice saying, "Zhu Qing, I have something to do with Ajiang. I'm sorry to have to let you go back alone."

It was Tang San, his tone was still gentle, but his attitude was rarely tough.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded: "Okay, third brother." She relaxed, her cold eyes swept over the two of them, and then turned and left. She had felt the atmosphere was a bit strange since the meal, but she didn't know why, but now she knew the reason.

But Meng Jiang was pulled by Tang San and crashed into the young man's chest, with someone grabbing his shoulders. She struggled but didn't, and simply followed Tang San, obediently and quieting down.

Seeing his roommate walking away, Meng Jiang raised his head while leaning on the person's arms, staring at Tang San's smooth jaw, "Tang Xiaosan, what are you doing?"

"A Jiang." Tang San called her, his long and beautiful fingers combing through Meng Jiang's smooth and thick black hair, "I wasn't just now..."

He's stuck.

Originally he wanted to admit his mistake, but when he thought about it carefully, he actually didn't do anything wrong. Moreover, Tang San originally wanted to talk to Meng Jiang nicely and ask her not to hurt him easily, so if he admitted his mistake, his momentum would be low. A little bit.

Meng Jiang was so smart, she was so far ahead of Tang San in terms of human sophistication, so how could she not see what he was thinking. So he smiled "Puff", and his beautiful and delicate face broke the ice.

"You're so stupid." She laughed, her dark eyes melting into a pool of ink under the moonlight, "I'm just teasing you."

"...Huh?" Tang San was stunned.

The girl couldn't help but stretched out her hand, pinched the boy's cheeks and twisted them, like kneading a piece of dough. Not to mention, it felt very good. "It's stupid, like a stupid goose."

She commented.

Tang San finally realized that after doing it for a long time, it was actually Meng Jiang's routine from beginning to end, "Okay, Ajiang, you are teasing me."

He also stretched out his hand and imitated Meng Jiang's movements to pinch the other person's cheeks, but he couldn't bear to use force, so he just scraped twice with his fingers.

Maybe it's because the moonlight is too gentle, maybe it's because the cover of the night makes people feel safer, maybe it's because of the soft smile and tolerant eyebrows of the girl in front of him. The young man lowered his head, lowered his voice, smiled in his eyes, and said with a trace of emotion that he was unconscious of, "Next time, don't scare me like this. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if you really stop paying attention to me, then I will... "

What will happen to him? After Tang San said these words, he suddenly felt confused, but he was certain that if Meng Jiang really stopped paying attention to him, he wouldn't be in trouble.

The girl in front of him didn't say anything or make a promise. She just smiled, stood on her tiptoes, stretched out her arms, hooked her arms around his neck, and then buried her face in the crook of his neck and rubbed her. Her eyebrows that were bent in the backlight showed satisfaction. with a look of satisfaction.