[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

After eating, Tang San took out a set of hidden weapons that he had equipped for each of the other seven Shrek people during this period. Not to mention, the moment Meng Jiang got the Flying Divine Claw, before Tang San could introduce it, , he aimed at the open space on the side and tried to operate it himself.

With her training in mechanisms and what she had learned about the Tang Sect's hidden weapon machines from Tang San before, it was completely possible to explore the functions of the Flying Divine Claw on her own.

However, for her, the most important "flying" function of this flying divine claw is useless in front of her Qinggong, but its function of grabbing things is quite good.

Playing with the Feitian Divine Claw, Dai Mubai couldn't help but said, "Xiaosan, I really don't know what the structure of your brain is, but you can even think of such a thing."

These words made Meng Jiang, who had been resisting the urge to dismantle the Flying Divine Claw, couldn't help but raise his head. His smiling cat eyes looked directly at Tang San's wry smile. When he saw the other person's look, he raised his eyebrows narrowly and said, The export version is, "Just bear with it."

Tang San: ...I deserve it.

He had just mastered the method of making Tang Sect's hidden weapons, but it was still impossible for him to invent them. Regarding the mechanism, Tang San's talent was obviously not as high as Meng Jiang's, who could easily modify the mechanism's piggy structure.

After distributing the hidden weapons, everyone prepared to go back to their respective rooms to practice individually.

Tang San called out to Meng Jiang who was about to leave: "A Jiang, we haven't seen you for a long time. Come and talk to me. I'll take you back later."

"Ah? Oh, okay." Meng Jiang originally thought about taking off the Flying Divine Claw when he went back, but he was startled when his name was called out. He felt so guilty that his heart trembled, thinking that something had been seen. She also didn't expect that if she really took things apart and couldn't put them back together, she would still have to ask Tang San for help.

"Oh, I want to talk to Jiang Jiang. No problem, no problem. Jiang Jiang will be left to you, Third Brother." CP fan Xiao Wu smiled happily when he heard this, and hurriedly agreed to help Meng Jiang.

Ning Rongrong winked fiercely at Zhu Zhuqing who was standing next to Meng Jiang. His eyes almost cramped. Finally, Zhu Zhuqing understood what the two CP fans wanted to do. He stretched out his hand and pushed Meng Jiang behind. The man pushed towards the direction where Tang San was.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who were standing beside Tang San, immediately took a big step to the side and moved away.

Meng Jiang was still feeling guilty, and he was surrounded by his companions, so he was completely unprepared for this. He staggered a few steps forward and almost bumped into Tang San.

After managing to stabilize his body, Meng Jiang was a little embarrassed and said, "Ah, Zhuqing! Why are you making trouble with those two stinky girls?"

Tang San wanted to catch Meng Jiang, but he wanted to raise his hand but gave up when Meng Jiang stood firm, feeling a trace of loss in his heart.

Seeing that Meng Jiang was angry, the others dispersed one after another, leaving space for the two of them.

Seeing that everyone was running away, Meng Jiang put away the trace of anger on his face and said, "Oh, if we don't scare them, these children will all turn upside down."

The corners of Tang San's mouth curved upward: "Ajiang, I thought you were really angry."

"How could it be?" Meng Jiang glanced at him, "I'm not that angry yet."

"Tell me, why are you calling me?" She put away the Flying Divine Claw, then stepped forward and approached Tang San and stared into his eyes, "I guess you must have something good. Those children can't see it, but it doesn't mean I can see it too. Don’t come out. In seven, seven and forty-nine days, I don’t believe you only made these, they are not worth spending so much time on you.”

The young man put his arm around the girl's thin shoulders and led her to the side. As he walked, he said, "I did make something else. Now I just need poison, and that hidden weapon becomes it."

"Oh." Meng Jiang nodded and did not ask again. She didn't know much about poison.

but--

"Tang San, as a member of the Tang Sect, can you be immune to all poisons?"

"Why do you ask?"

"The Tang Sect in our area has been trained to be resistant to poisons since childhood. Basically, it doesn't matter if poisons are used as snacks."

Tang San laughed: "If it was this kind of invulnerability to all poisons, I could do it in my previous life. You also said that this requires training from an early age, but there is no such condition in Douluo Continent." As he spoke, he sighed, "It's a pity."

"Yeah..." Meng Jiang also sighed, "But in Douluo Continent, there shouldn't be as many people using poison as there are in the world. The only people we see now are people with snake or spider-like martial spirits or soul rings. .This is also the characteristic given by martial spirits and soul rings."

"To be honest, maybe I'm biased, but I always feel that the so-called invulnerability to a hundred poisons and the ability to possess poisons obtained by relying on martial arts is really easy. If I say it more harshly, it would be like getting something for nothing."

At this time, the two of them had already reached a remote and quiet hill. Tang San lifted Meng Jiang's shoulders and made her face him. He rubbed her thick hair and ran his fingers through the round pearls decorated with them. "Ajaan, what you said is really biased."

"Perhaps it is relatively easy to obtain it from a martial spirit, but its power is also the result of the hard work of the spirit masters. The blood and sweat they have paid for it will not be less."

"Ugh -" Meng Jiang covered his face and squatted down, "I don't know, I can't help but think like this. Maybe it's because my training is too smooth? You know, my so-called soul skills are actually martial arts skills from my previous life. , the specialness and magic of Wuhun are not reflected in me at all."

She suddenly grabbed Tang San's trousers and raised her head: "Did it hurt when you absorbed the spirit ring of the Man-Faced Demon Spider?"

"To be honest, it hurts a lot." Tang San took Meng Jiang's hand and sat directly on the ground beside her.

"Look, that's right." The girl lowered her head, "But I absorbed the spirit ring at a higher level but didn't feel anything at all. This makes me feel unreal."

She thought for a while and finally said it, "Tang San, you can be regarded as reincarnated, but I am wearing it, but the time of my body has been set back. To blend in here is just a reluctance. After all, I am not The people here.”

Meng Jiang's tone was more serious than ever: "Tang San, I want to go back to Penglai."

The boy's hand holding the girl suddenly tightened, just like his heart that was suddenly clenched, "Then...can Ajaan go back?"

"No." The girl shook her head. She felt her hand was a little painful from being held, but she didn't pull it away. "I was thrown here and was dragged by Muchi. Oh yes, you don't know him. It was the day I smashed the jar. The stall owner was also the person I went to see that night at the Rose Hotel. Over there, I was already dead. I died on the battlefield, which was a tragic death."

This is the first time Meng Jiang mentioned his past. Tang San felt very happy, but also very distressed, and also had a slight secret joy at knowing that Meng Jiang couldn't go back.

"But if it weren't for Muchito, I wouldn't be able to see Ajaan." The young man said firmly, "At this point, I am grateful to him."

"No." Meng Jiang gritted his silver teeth and said bitterly, "If you see a Westerner in red clothes and white robes, blue and gold eyes, and a strange accent, don't beep, hit him directly, and shine the light on his face. beat!"

Tang San: Ah this...

These words made people speechless, but the hatred in the words could not be faked. Tang San thought about what kind of person Muchito was that made Meng Jiang hate him so much. And this hatred is too clean. It doesn't seem like there is a blood feud between the two, but it seems like this person's existence is the source of the hatred.

So far, the only thing he has learned is that this person used his ability to make Meng Jiang live in another world——

Rebirth.

And Tang San could only think of one type of person with such abilities.

God.

"Ajaan," he said, taking out a pair of silver-backed pearl earrings from the moonlit night of Twenty-Four Bridge, and replaced the panda earrings that Meng Jiang had worn for five years, "Let me tell you about my previous life. .”

"The sound of the stone falling into the deep stream nineteen times is one level higher than hell. The cliff called 'Ghost Seeing Sorrow' is my end point and my starting point..."

Tang San talked a lot, telling bits and pieces about the boring twenty-nine years of his previous life. It may be a little scattered, but it is told in a straightforward manner. Unlike Meng Jiang's subjective emotions, Tang San seems to be a bystander and the narrator in the story, as calm as a glass of water.

But this can be called opening your heart.

In the past, they were just two people with similar circumstances. The branches of the two trees growing side by side were bound by some kind of power, and then gradually grew into a common tree.

They are no longer simply "the same kind".

And Tang San finally got to know Muchito, and knew that there was such a person. His mark in Meng Jiang's heart was so profound that it could not be erased, so much so that it tied up all the love and hate in the other person.

This was a strong emotion that he had never seen from Meng Jiang before.

Bitter juice squeezed out from the clenched heart, and Tang San finally understood what his position was for Meng Jiang.

It's not just relatives and companions. After peeling off this excessively young skin, what he values ​​​​is the soul under the skin.

Because he was a second generation, Tang San often regarded other people as his juniors. Although they were companions, he always regarded himself as the elder in his heart. Meng Jiang also calls them "children", and they are the real "peers".

Of course, it is normal to have such feelings. What's more, their relationship was based on a state of ambiguity. Tang San's words, "If you don't find someone you like after many years, Ajaan, then I will be your love interest" were not just casual words. That’s all.

But he couldn't figure out what Meng Jiang was thinking.

He was always unclear about a girl's thoughts, and Meng Jiang was not an ordinary girl. If you really look into it, Meng Jiang's character can be said to be the weirdest among all the people he has met in his two lifetimes. He couldn't even guess Xiao Wu's thoughts sometimes, so how could he completely understand Meng Jiang.

Tang San was proud that he was the person who understood Meng Jiang best, but this understanding was relative. If he were really asked to tell what Meng Jiang was thinking, he would probably have to break his head to come up with it. a little.

And the muchito in Meng Jiang's mouth... was someone who could arouse Meng Jiang's strong emotional fluctuations, which made Tang San feel a sense of crisis in his heart.

Suppressing his unstable mood, Tang San turned to look at Meng Jiang, who was listening to him seriously. The girl's beautiful cat eyes were raised at the end. She squinted slightly at this time, and she felt lazy. She sat on the ground with her face tilted sideways, not caring whether it would stain her dress. Her little face was half facing the light. The skin was illuminated even whiter, but the two black pupils did not reflect the light, but seemed to absorb all the light.

He held Meng Jiang's hand tightly, looked at the other's face that had not lost its childishness, and thought that he would wait until A Jiang was old enough to tell A Jiang what he was thinking.

He wanted... to tie Ajaan's hair himself.