Douluo's Drunk Red Dust

The lenses on Xuan Ziwen's face shone with light, just like his eyes.

He held his chin and stood silently beside the workbench, watching the boy who was using the carving knife.

Although he didn't say a word, he was excited.

If Zui Hongchen succeeded in making a first-level soul guide this time, it would be a terrifying achievement.

After only a few months of exposure to soul guidance devices, I quickly mastered the principles of soul guidance devices. I also took it to the next level and began to try to make soul guidance devices independently.

Zui Hongchen adjusted the position of the carving knife in his hand and lightly carved out a slightly complex pattern. Then he blew out a breath and scattered the carved residue on the workbench.

Soul guides were simpler than he thought. Different soul guides had different cores, just like the soul master's martial spirit.

But the cores that make up the same type of soul guide are the same. For example, martial soul steamed buns and steamed buns are both food-type martial souls.

The first thing Zui Hongchen mastered was the first-level soul guidance device, the core of the soul guidance ray. Thanks to memorizing it day and night, he finally memorized all the elements of the core.

He tried to stretch out his fingers and guide a trace of silver-white soul power to wander on the surface of the core.

The core gradually emitted a faint fluorescence, and Zui Hongchen did not slack off. He flipped his wrist flexibly and did not stop until he carved out the last knife.

"call."

Zui Hongchen put down the carving knife, raised the corners of his mouth, stared at the results in front of the stage, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Teacher, please check."

Zui Hongchen smiled and handed the core of the soul guide to Xuan Ziwen, who was watching from the side. The latter snatched it and looked at it carefully. After using soul power to import the core, the core glowed as a whole.

"This..."

Xuan Ziwen has been a researcher all his life and has many apprentices under Mingdetang, but he has never seen a student who has just come into contact with soul guidance devices make a first-level soul guidance device alone.

"Hongchen...how old are you?"

"9 is old."

Xuan Ziwen was going crazy in his heart, and then a surge of excitement and joy arose. He tightly grasped Zui Hongchen's hands and said in a hurried tone, "Why don't you leave after one year and stay in Mingde Hall? Come be your mentor.”

"With your talent, you can reach my level within ten years, and you may even be able to make a level nine soul guide!"

"If you are willing, I can activate the authority now to transfer you to Mingde Hall, and I can get you any resources you want!"

Listening to the tempting conditions put forward by Xuan Ziwen, Zui Hongchen took a deep breath, with a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Xuan, I still want to focus on soul power cultivation."

"Soul power training?" Xuan Ziwen raised his eyelids with disbelief on his face, "What level are you at now?"

"Ashamed, level 25."

"You are so ashamed of yourself."

Xuan Ziwen cursed loudly, his face turned red. Looking at the innocent-looking Zui Hongchen, he wanted to slap him on the head.

"Humph."

He snorted, turned and left.

"From now on, you don't have to attend classes with most of the students. I will give you private lessons after class."

When he reached the door, Xuan Ziwen stopped and said.

"Thank you, Teacher Xuan."

Zui Hongchen watched the teacher leave, holding the completed core on the side and playing with it.

Glancing at the red glow outside the window, Zui Hongchen put away the carving knife and core used for practice and walked towards the cafeteria.

There he met Song Ziqing.

The two of them sat down on the wooden chairs with their dinner plates in hand, and both took a breath.

"Are martial arts training classes so difficult?"

"I'm exhausted. I have to take a medicated bath when I get back." Song Ziqing seemed to be injured and took a breath of air.

When the soul masters of the weapon soul cannot use soul skills, it does not mean that they cannot fight. The soul masters of the sword soul can use sword skills. Although the sword skills are not as sharp and powerful as the soul skills, they still have a certain fighting ability.

Similarly, Song Ziqing learned marksmanship under the guidance of teachers at the academy.

"The State of Yue is officially ill and will not go to war."

"Huh? You're not afraid anymore, are you? Isn't it just the Star Luo Empire's defense team that is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the soul guide?"

"This is hearsay. I heard that the Beiyuan Wolf Court who lives in the north may also come to harass us this time."

Song Ziqing frowned. This was not the first time he heard news about his uncle.

The trend of discussion among everyone came and went quickly, and it didn't take long for them to start talking about the romance in the Sun and Moon Imperial City.

"Hongchen, should I go find my uncle?"

"Why are you looking for it?"

Zui Hongchen rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I think your clan uncle has won the emperor's heart, so pretending to be sick this time is the right decision."

"why?"

"Let me ask you, among the current generals, who commands the most troops?"

"Uncle clan."

"Who has the greatest reputation?"

"Uncle?"

Zui Hongchen paused for a moment and saw that Song Ziqing still had a confused look on his face. He whispered in a low voice, "The Duke of Yue has once again resisted foreigners and made great achievements. What will your Majesty reward him?"

"There is no reward..." Song Ziqing murmured to himself.

"The Duke of Yue is a smart man. He will definitely not go to war this time. Even if you go to see him, the result will be the same."

Song Ziqing couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and gasped a few times, "Then I'll just go."

Zui Hongchen raised his eyebrows, "What stupid things are you talking about?"

"No, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Song Ziqing pursed his lips, his eyes shining with determination.

Zui Hongchen just thought it was a whim and lowered his head to eat his own food.

. . .

"Students, look at this map. If our army is deployed here, how should we attack the city next?"

In the military class, a middle-aged general pointed at the map hanging on the wall and glanced at the few students.

Among the hundreds of talented people, there are those who study literature and martial arts, but very few people sign up for military courses.

The general glanced past the three students who had been in class all morning and were a little drowsy in the afternoon, and moved his eyes to Zui Hongchen.

"Drunk boy, do you have any ideas?"

Zui Hongchen nodded, and subconsciously glanced to the left. Song Ziqing had been away these days. If he hadn't seen his back in the middle floor yesterday, he thought that this kid would have gone to fight in Qiang City.

"What's the military situation from the spies?"

"it's here."

Military class, full name, military drill class.The emperor wanted to cultivate commanders here who could lead the armies of the Sun and Moon Empire to conquer all directions.As a commander, naturally he is not the same as an ordinary general. Knowing strategy is the best choice.

Zui Hongchen looked at the information provided by the teacher. The two of them heard footsteps approaching from far away and raised their heads at the same time.

"It's not good. Student Song has gone to court, and now he is arguing with reason and inviting himself to go to Qiangu City to resist Beiyuan Wolf Court!"

A classmate who was close to Song Ziqing rushed in and shouted to Zui Hongchen.

The latter looked stern and cursed in his heart, this stupid young man.

The middle-aged general narrowed his eyes and coughed when he saw Zui Hongchen's uneasy look, "Go and guard outside the palace. Get that hot-headed bastard back to me. I'm going to give him thirty blows."

"only!"

Zui Hongchen received the order and immediately left the academy and rushed towards the imperial city.

This bastard, if he speaks inappropriately this time, Duke Yue will be dragged into the water by him, and the Song family may be punished by the emperor's iron fist.