[Douluo + Original God] Guide Douluo with the Original Demon

Si Miaomiao sent Xiao Wu back to the dormitory, carried a bunch of supplements, and followed Tang San to the master's dormitory.

Tuk - Tuk Tuk.

Si Miaomiao knocked on the door politely and listened carefully. After a while, the person inside asked in a hoarse voice: "Who is it?"

She immediately replied loudly: "Hello, master, I am Si Miaomiao, Tang San's classmate."

Tang San also replied: "Teacher, it's me, Xiao San."

Not long after, the dormitory door opened, and Yu Xiaogang appeared in front of them with a dejected look on his face.

Si Miaomiao noticed that his expression was not good, so she immediately handed over the tonic in her hand, bowed slightly, and said sincerely: "I came here without sending you a greeting card today. I also ask for your forgiveness, Master. I heard that you are not feeling well, Miaomiao." So I brought these supplements with me. My little girl has heard about your name a long time ago, and today is not as good as a good day."

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun, and it's better to hit the sun than to choose a good day. You and the mistress will definitely get along." The master's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't seem to take the things Si Miaomiao gave him seriously.

Tang San felt that the teacher was a little angry, so he quickly stepped forward and explained: "Miaomiao has always respected you, and I came here today to ask about something important, disciple..."

"Okay," the master said, as if he had broken a skill, his indifferent expression was torn open, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "I have listened to the whole "On Cultivation" of yours. You are a good boy. If you have anything, come in and talk. "

Si Miaomiao finally let out the breath she was holding, and stepped into the dormitory with her slender legs. She heard the master say: "Mistress, just put the rice on the table. I am alone with this...Miss Si." Let’s talk.”

Tang San understood that the teacher knew Si Miaomiao's identity, and he obeyed.

Soon he left the master's room and went straight back to the work-study students' dormitory. This time, the seventh dormitory was no longer empty. Most of the work-study students were there, talking happily.

"Who would have thought that Goddess Miaomiao is actually...!"

"Shhhhhh! I told you not to spread it! We have to keep it a secret!"

"okokokok!"

"Big guy, I have made up my mind. I want to practice for the rise of Notting City!"

"Take me one!"

"I'm coming too!"

Tang San looked at the noisy dormitory and couldn't help but shook his head at a loss. The catalytic effect of "On Cultivation" at that time was not as good as this. If these people knew the true face of the goddess they said, the sky would not fall.

Master's Quarters

"Sit." The master coughed, covered his mouth with his left hand, and motioned for Si Miaomiao to sit down with his right hand.

Si Miaomiao did not refuse and sat down under the glass window, next to the master's desk. She noticed that the flowers in the vase on the master's desk had withered, so she secretly noted these details and prepared to bring a bouquet of flowers to her next visit.

"What do you want to ask?" The master sat back on the bed, took a sip of the slightly cold tea, and asked leisurely.

Si Miaomiao handed over her hand and answered respectfully without any hesitation: "I'm a little confused about my martial spirit. My first spirit ring was obtained from the century-old spirit beast Scale Beast, but the spirit skills I obtained were not defensive. Or a power-type soul skill, but instead summons the original demon to fight for me, and the summoned original demon has the attribute of wind, which puzzles me. I heard that you are also a summoning soul master, and I would like to ask you for advice." Immediately, she lit up her first soul ring, summoned a wind slime, and instructed it to give the master a massage.

After listening to Si Miaomiao's description, Yu Xiaogang put his hand on his chin and fell into thinking. Suddenly he came into contact with a cold jelly. He even had consciousness and acted cute towards him. He was even more shocked. He kept his research spirit and carefully touched Shi Miaomiao. Lime Qi bombed his body and speculated: "My martial spirit - Luo Sanpao, looks like a pig or a dog. Its attack skill is farting, and it can only be farted three times, so it is called Luo Sanpao. But according to As far as I know, Luo Sanpao is the only soul beast in Douluo Continent that can be released and become a physical entity."

The master's eyes were sharp, looking at the slime that was about to melt into a puddle of slime cake in his hand, and continued to say to Si Miaomiao: "So you know how incredible it is that you can summon the original demon?"

Si Miaomiao had a dry mouth. She couldn't say: I am a traveler from another world. The original demons I summon now are all those I defeated before...

"Let's talk about the soul skills you obtained." Si Miaomiao quickly poured the master a cup of hot tea, placed it in the master's hand, and listened carefully to the master's analysis.

"I think your martial spirit may be similar to that of the Qibao Glazed Sect. After a long period of evolution, the martial spirit of the Qibao Glazed Pagoda has formed an inherent set of soul ring configurations. No matter what characteristics the acquired soul beast has, it will only form Fixed soul skills.”

"Ah! The entangled relationship may be due to the influence of my mother." Si Miaomiao suddenly realized that her mother Ning Lili was a member of the Qibao Glazed Clan.

"Hehehe," the master chuckled, took a sip of hot tea from the cup, and said slowly: "If this is the case, then your martial spirit is extremely domineering."

"Wind immunity, fixed soul skills, soul beast summoning, unlimited quantity, and the soul beast's own skills. Any one of these characteristics is an eye-catching ability for others, but you have them all. This is no longer superior. Words can describe it." The master's expression was solemn, as if a traveler walking in the desert had discovered an oasis and sighed piously: "This is a miracle of martial arts!"

Si Miaomiao blushed. Although she was very happy to be praised by the respected master, she still felt shy. In addition, this was not her own merit. She did not forget herself happily. She knew clearly that the powerful Abilities and corresponding responsibilities.

"Master, do you think it is right that with great power come great responsibilities?" Si Miaomiao stood up from her seat and bowed respectfully. This was the question she really wanted to ask.

The master just gave an ambiguous answer.

"Miss Si, it depends on which aspect you are looking at the problem from. Are you looking at it from dialectical thinking? Or from your social attributes? I personally think that responsibility has nothing to do with the strength of ability, but only with the individual." It has to do with one's position. A person's sense of responsibility is not innate. Most of the time it is given by the day after tomorrow." The master looked meaningfully at the girl in front of him with lowered eyebrows and respectfully. "If you can ask this question, you must have something in your heart. That’s the answer.”

"Well..." Si Miaomiao bent even lower, "Thank you so much, Master, for your generous teaching today. Miaomiao has nothing to repay."

The master raised his hand to support Si Miaomiao, indicating that she did not need to be so formal, "Your martial spirit is unique, I am very interested, and Xiaosan is my direct disciple, and you and him are friends. From now on, you can work with him Come and listen to the class together.”

Si Miaomiao's mind was shaken, and a burst of ecstasy surged into her heart. Then she replied crisply: "Thank you, Master! Miaomiao is respectful and it is better to obey."

The master nodded happily, and the two of them talked some more. Si Miaomiao said that the master was not feeling well and needed to rest, so he left first.

After leaving the master's dormitory, it was already evening. Si Miaomiao thought about going back to his hometown. He snapped his fingers and said to the air: "Help me prepare the car. I have to go back to my hometown. Oh, Master Yu has worked hard all afternoon." , help him prepare dinner."

An inorganic reply came from the air: "I accept my orders." Then he disappeared.

Si Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. Every time she summoned the secret guard, she felt ashamed. She was actually worried that if the secret guard went to eat or solve life problems at this time, she would be embarrassed if she snapped her fingers and felt lonely.

After a while, Si Miaomiao got into the car. The wheels of the carriage were spinning. She had overworked her brain in the afternoon and was now staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

As he looked around, he saw a familiar figure wearing a school uniform and saying something to the blacksmith.

Isn't this Tang Xiaosan? Si Miaomiao secretly thought to herself that she was moving so fast, and then she remembered what the boss of the blacksmith Gwana in Mondstadt said - the only secret to blacksmithing is sweat.

Sure enough, hard work can never go wrong in any era.

It seems that she can no longer fish in the future. Now that she has made up her mind, she must now start to accumulate strength for a better Notting City.

……

The following days were the same. Every morning, Tang San would take advantage of the rising sun to practice his Purple Demon Eyes, and then go to the cafeteria to help Si Miaomiao and Xiao Wu bring spicy pork buns, and then meet Er Er. People gather to practice physical skills at the training ground.

During the day, the three of them went to class as usual. After class, Tang San went to work in the blacksmith shop. Si Miaomiao returned home and began to get involved in official duties. In the evening, the two of them listened to the master's teachings together. Xiao Wu took the work-study students to the city to do good people and good deeds to increase their favorability.

Every day is absolutely fulfilling.

At Nordin Junior Soul Master Academy, one semester lasts for one year. During the whole process, students are not allowed to go home (Si Miaomiao: What do you mean by the privileged class!). At this time, Tang San was packing his luggage.

"Xiao San, do you want to go home?" Xiao Wu looked disappointed. They originally wanted to ask Tang San to spend the holidays in the city lord's mansion, but now that the bully trio is missing one person, they always feel that something is missing.

Si Miaomiao stood aside without saying a word. From the moment she entered Qishe until now, his gaze has not stopped on her. She did not dare to move in order to maintain her image.

"Yes, I haven't been back for a year. I wonder how my father is doing." Tang San suppressed a smile and pretended to be good to Si Miaomiao, and added: "If it's still early then, I will go."

"Ah..." Xiao Wu had an idea, "Why don't we accompany you back? You go home first and then go to Miaomiao's house!"

"Well, you can use my carriage, it will be quick." Si Miaomiao finally said.

"But my family is very poor and has nothing to entertain you."

Si Miaomiao stared at Don Versailles in disbelief and said: "You save so much every month, you are already an invisible rich man, are you still afraid of entertaining us? Besides, we are not friends because of financial interests. "

"That's right." Xiao Wu agreed with her hands on her hips.

Tang San shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay then. However, my father's temper is not very good."

Si Miaomiao and Xiao Wu looked at each other and smiled. There was no elder in the world that they could not fool.