[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

They finally arrived at the gate of Notting College.

The huge black arch made of fine iron looks majestic and majestic. You can't help but be amazed. Even a small city like Notting City can attract a steady stream of resources just by relying on the name of a soul master.

Meng Jiang and Tang San were wearing plain clothes. They were not like the old clothes that were full of patches. Meng Jiang spent a month tailoring them. The style was simple and elegant, and fine patterns were embroidered on the collar and mouth of the clothes. . But no matter what, this outfit looks too "simple" compared to the pedestrians walking in the city.

When the concierge of Notting College saw the two children, although they were clean and tidy, they could not be called good, he could not help but look down upon them with disdain. He waved his hands and said impatiently: "Go, go, children know what is here." Are you going to break into this place? Leave quickly and don’t block the road here!"

Tang San frowned, took out the certificate issued by Wuhun Palace and handed it to the porter: "We are this year's work-study students."

But the concierge only glanced at it briefly, then threw the two certificates to the ground casually, and said in a strange tone: "Can a golden phoenix fly out of a grass nest? Can people in a small village still have soul power? Don't tell me this certificate of yours is fake. Come on! If you dare to give false proof of Wuhun Palace, you may be thrown into jail! Why don’t you get out of here quickly?”

Tang San had no expression on his face. Seeing that the porter was already trying to push him away, he raised his left hand slightly, and the sleeve arrow hidden in his sleeve was on safety. As long as the porter took another step forward, his sleeve arrow would shoot through the opponent's body. Throat.

At this moment, a small "crunching" sound of chewing suddenly came from the side. Meng Jiang picked up the Wuhundian certificate on the ground, dusted it and stuffed it into his bag. He swallowed the hard candy in his mouth and raised a pair of gentle eyebrows.

She pinched her throat, which was as soft and soft as if it had been dipped in sweet candy, and when she opened her mouth, she spit out the fragrance: "Sure enough, even if a dog looks down upon a human being, it won't be able to spit out ivory from its mouth."

"You!" the concierge said angrily, "Who are you calling a dog?!"

"Of course I'm scolding the one who is barking in front of me right now." Meng Jiang's tone remained calm, and even his obedient expression did not change.

Next to him, Tang San couldn't help but look away and laugh: "Pfft."

"Little girl, you are looking for death!" The concierge was furious and took one step in the direction of Meng Jiang, wanting to take action.

Tang San's eyes turned cold, and he stepped in front of Meng Jiang. He raised his hand and pushed to block the concierge's outstretched hand. Then he took a step forward and pressed his other arm horizontally against the concierge's lower abdomen. He clapped his hand again, and the concierge staggered back several steps.

Meng Jiang and Tang San looked at each other, and their feet moved. They touched the concierge's knees that were bent to stabilize his body and jumped out. At the same time, he grabbed the concierge's shoulders with both hands and used the force of his whole body to flip over to the other side. He landed on the ground behind him, and during the process of turning over, he also used some force to push the opponent down. Then Meng Jiang raised his foot and kicked the concierge's knee hard, saying: "Kneel down!"

With a "bang", the porter's knees hit the ground firmly, and he knelt down facing Tang San.

The sound really hurt, and it felt like my knees were about to break.

Tang San raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The concierge grimaced in pain and tried to get up but couldn't. Meng Jiang and Tang San watched him leisurely, while guarding against any sudden attacks he might make.

"Okay, stop." A hoarse voice sounded, and Meng Jiang raised his eyes to see a man of medium build and somewhat thin walking over. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, with an ordinary appearance, but there was a sense of laziness and decadence. temperament.

The concierge finally got up, but his expression was still twisted in pain. When he saw the visitor, he turned around and turned into flattery. Just because the pain was still there, his whole face looked stiff and ugly.

"Master, you are back." He shook his legs and nodded.

The man called the master gave the concierge a cold look: "This is the last time. If you do it again, you don't have to stay."

"Yes, yes..." The concierge broke into a cold sweat.

Meng Jiang saw that the concierge, who had previously looked down upon him, was so respectful to this man, so he stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you a teacher at the college?"

"I'm not." The master shook his head and said gently, "You can call me 'Master'."

"Can you show me the certificate from Wuhun Palace?"

"Okay." Meng Jiang nodded and took out two certificates from the package.

The master read it carefully and said to the two of them: "This proves to be true. You can follow me in."

On the way, he explained that the title "teacher" cannot be called casually, unless... you really want him to be your teacher.

Then his eyes brightened slightly and he looked at Tang San: "Is your martial spirit really Blue Silver Grass? If so, you will be the third twin martial spirit in a hundred years. Tang San, are you willing to accept me as your master?" "

Tang San was astonished, shocked that the other party could actually see the secret of his martial spirit, and admired the other party's research on the martial spirit. He had the idea of ​​becoming his disciple, but he looked at Meng Jiang standing aside with some hesitation.

Meng Jiang met Tang San's eyes, a faint smile appeared in his pair of dark pupils that were slightly larger than ordinary people, and he shook his head: "Tang San, I already have a master."

Fang Gan, the master of Penglai Sect, is her master.

So Tang San made up his mind, knelt down and kowtowed to the master three times.

On the way to register at the Academic Affairs Office, Tang San and Meng Jiang whispered, "I didn't expect, I didn't expect, I didn't expect you to be like this Meng Jiang."

"What's wrong with me?" Meng Jiang asked him confused.

"I never knew that you would be so... sharp when you curse. You can't tell from your appearance." Tang San thought for a moment and changed to a euphemistic adjective.

Meng Jiang still looked calm and gentle, and whispered: "Don't judge people by their appearance. When I was traveling in the world, I heard a lot of everything. Now I just scold someone."

She can also tell dirty jokes.

"Besides..." Meng Jiang glanced sideways at Tang San, "I'm not wrong."

"I didn't say you were wrong, did I?" Tang San laughed, "You scolded him well. Even if you don't scold him, I still want to teach him a lesson."

The master sent the two to the Academic Affairs Office and went back. After Meng Jiang and Tang San checked in and went out, they heard several teachers inside the door commenting on the master.

There was a hint of disdain in the corners of Tang San's eyes and brows, for those ignorant "teachers".

He pulled Meng Jiang no longer and headed towards the dormitory building. He thought of something, and his face suddenly became a little confused: "I didn't expect that the dormitory of the college is actually a mixed dormitory for men and women..."

He and Meng Jiang were both in Qishe, which was the dormitory for all the work-study students in the college.

"It's nothing. Haven't I always shared a room and a bed with you?" Meng Jiang replied lightly, "It's all just a matter of friendship after we slept together. Don't worry so much."

Hearing the words "same bed" and "slept together", Tang San's face turned red: "Meng Jiang! You, you... you are a girl!" What kind of tigers and wolves are these? words?

He opened his mouth, but finally chose to give up arguing with the girl. He was afraid that the other party would say something embarrassing again as soon as he opened his mouth. He explained, "This is different, that's all for me. Others are strangers. You are a girl." , it’s always inconvenient.”

Tang San has silently decided to protect Meng Jiang's reputation. She is so beautiful, even if there are children around her, the oldest is only twelve years old, but what if, what if someone covets Meng Jiang's beauty? ?

He couldn't blame Tang San for thinking this way. After all, people in ancient times were precocious. In his previous life, people there could get married and have children at the age of fifteen, and meet others at the age of twelve or thirteen.

Tang San with double standards: It doesn't matter if Meng Jiang and I sleep together, I don't even want anyone else to share a dormitory with Meng Jiang. So the college is so big, why do we have mixed dormitories for men and women?

Arriving at the door of Qishe, Meng Jiang pushed open the closed door of Qishe. His casual eyebrows suddenly sharpened. He raised his hand to take the fist that came straight towards the door. He turned sideways and flipped his wrist to slide up the opponent's arm. He grabbed the other person's forearm and shook it four or two times. The person only felt a greater force pulling him, and he lost control and fell to the ground.

"Who are you and why are you attacking?" Tang San didn't expect to be attacked as soon as he opened the door. He was annoyed that he didn't block Meng Jiang immediately. At this moment, he grabbed the opponent's wrist and pulled him behind him, coldly questioning the attacker. Tall.

"My name is Wang Sheng, Wuhun Zhanhu, and I am the boss of Qishe. I don't mean any harm, this is just a rule. The strongest one will be the boss of Qishe."

"So how was our strength just tested?" Meng Jiang asked from behind Tang San.

"Yes." Wang Sheng nodded, realizing that he had just attacked a very beautiful girl and was knocked down by her. He felt a little embarrassed, but still admitted defeat, "What's your name? From now on, you He is the boss of our dormitory."

"My name is Meng Jiang, and I am not the boss." Meng Jiang decisively refused, "If the one with the strongest fist is the boss, he is better than me. His name is Tang San." She pointed to Tang San in front of her.

"This..." Seeing the other party's refusal and this reason, Wang Sheng was a little at a loss and asked tentatively, "How about you two fighting?"

Tang San frowned: "I won't fight Meng Jiang."

"Either I want you to fight, or I want you to compete. We work-study students are bullied in the college. I just want us to unite." Wang Shengku said, "Let me tell you the truth, the boss is actually not good. Of course, if you want to stand up for your brothers and protect them from being bullied, it’s understandable that you don’t want to. It’s just...those people are very strong, so we made this rule. The strongest person in Qisha is the one from the dormitory. Boss."

Meng Jiang and Tang San looked at each other and said, "I'm not the boss, but I will also protect you from being bullied."

"Yes, I will also try my best for Qi She." Tang San nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear and sweet voice came from the door: "Excuse me, is this Qishe?"

Everyone heard the sound and looked towards the door. There was a little girl in pink clothes, standing there pretty, holding a package of the same color in her hand, dressed like a little rabbit. She saw a group of people looking over and smiled cutely.

"Hello, my name is Xiao Wu, dancing dance."

Wang Sheng came to his senses, rolled his eyes, and moved to Meng Jiang's side: "Boss, come on, give her a blow."

"I shouldn't-" Before Meng Jiang could finish her words, she was pushed down in front of Xiao Wu.

Meng Jiang:? ! !

She and Xiao Wu stared at each other helplessly, took a deep breath, and said: "Hello Xiao Wu, my name is Meng Jiang, and I am the head of Qi She." Then she pulled Tang San over without hesitation. Pulling the person down, "This is Tang San, the deputy dormitory leader of Qishe. Now our dormitory lacks someone who can be the boss. Are you willing to give it a try?"

"Boss?" Xiao Wu opened her eyes excitedly, "It seems very interesting. What should I do?"