The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The blue bird, who was about to clean up the bottles and cans on the table, shook her hands, raised her eyes, and stared at him with a crazy look: "What's wrong?"

The person concerned only breathed heavily, and waited until the breath was smooth, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, looked around, and took a long breath, it turned out to be a dream...

He was actually frightened into nightmares by the words that drinking medicine would change his color...

He raised his eyes and looked outside, the sky was white with fish belly, obviously it was just early in the morning, and he could still hear the birds chirping indistinctly.

"..." Seeing that the young master ignored him, Lan Que was not in a hurry, looked closely at his dazed and absent state, could it be that he was having a nightmare?

Camelot gradually regained his composure, pulled back the quilt and prepared to get out of bed, but before he could move, there was a burst of tearing pain in his legs.The body that just sat up, also because of the pain, almost didn't go back to the bed.

"What are you doing! The fracture hasn't healed yet, lie down and don't move around." Lan Que hurriedly put down the bottle he was busy with, walked to the side of the bed, and pushed him back on the bed.

Camillo once again felt the amazing strength of the blue bird. He collapsed on the bed, and he didn't even have the strength to complain. No wonder he had nightmares about the "blue bird"!

Sure enough, it was all his dream that he could walk like flying again after waking up with a broken leg. How could the fracture be healed overnight? Camillo threw his head on the pillow as if he had nothing to love.

Then when will he, the young master, be able to accept the worship of his tribe?

"what?"

Hearing the blue bird's puzzled voice, Camillo realized that he had accidentally uttered what was in his heart just now.

"What worship?" Lan Que asked again. She took a bottle of concoction from the table and began to change the medicine for Camelot. "In the afternoon, another Lord Longshou, Seven Ghosts will come to teach you."

"Huh?" Camillo turned his head dejectedly, "Why do I have to take classes here in Dragon Valley? I have a broken bone!"

The blue bird patiently explained to him: "Young master, you must obtain the approval of the teachers before you become an adult, and finally pass the test of the patriarch before you can truly obtain the right to inherit."

It's so troublesome... Camillo said with a sad face, "Then what if I can't pass? What will happen, repeat the grade?"

Lan Que's eyes sank, she slowly put the medicine bowl on the coffee table, and met his gaze solemnly: "I will die." There were only two words lightly, but they were as deep as the sea.

Camillo felt that his whole body was not good, and he had to spend his life there just for one test.He really shouldn't come to this Dragon Valley, don't want to be a young master, and don't want to be worshiped by thousands of people!Just stay on Yanling Island honestly and be an ordinary person.

Pursing his lips, Camillo tentatively asked, "Then... can I give up?"

"...will die." Lan Que's voice was very soft, she lowered her head slightly as if she was bowing, "So young master, please work hard."

This action... even seems to be mourning, as if to say that your death is not far away, but there is still a slight hope.If you want to live, just work hard... If you can't pass the test, there is nothing I can do to help you.

With a sigh, Camillo lay peacefully on the bed and lifted the corpse.

In the afternoon, Camillo didn't see the teacher named Qigui, but there was a dispute between the blue bird and another person downstairs.

The blue bird's voice was slightly angry: "Why don't your adults come in person!"

"My lord said that he is not willing to teach everyone, at least he has to pass the entrance examination before he is willing to recognize this young master."

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded from the stairs behind: "What test?"

The attendant who came up looked up and saw a young man standing with his hand on the railing. His legs were wrapped in layers of gauze. Even standing up would have caused unbearable pain, but he didn't even frown. He still stood straight and condescending. Staring at him, his eyes were as clear and shallow as his voice.

"Young master, you can't..." Lan Que suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed that as soon as Camillo appeared, the attendant behind him had a green light in his eyes and a gurgling sound from his mouth, which was obviously the habitual action of that person!

"Seven Ghosts!!!" Lan Que kicked him in the face with a backspin, kicking him away mercilessly!

Qigui's face was instantly deformed by the kick, and the fake skin on his face was torn, revealing his original skin color.

Camillo, who had personally experienced the strength of the blue bird, mourned for him for three seconds in his heart.

The seven ghosts disguised as attendants were kicked onto the table and chair, smashed the table and chair, then glided on the ground and flew towards the wall. With a bang, they smashed through the wall and were kicked out of the room.

Sobika howls from upstairs: "How many times have I been told not to fight in the house!"

Blue Bird froze: "I'm sorry."

The seven ghosts struggled to climb back from the hole in the wall, and grinned at Camillo on the stairs: "Yo, the seven ghosts!"

This is his arts and science teacher, Seven Ghosts, a disguised genius, and his personality...it is really hard to describe.

"Then young master, what we are learning today is chess!" The seven ghosts opened the box he brought, and folded it into a chessboard with nine vertical lines and ten horizontal lines, "This is what I brought back from the far eastern country in the human world Strange things, the chess moves are changeable, it can sharpen the mind."

Camillo picked up those chess pieces with strange characters and looked at them, while listening to the seven ghosts explaining the rules.

Seven ghosts suddenly suggested: "Then let's bet on each other's lives in the first game!"

"Um... how to bet?"

"The loser has to kneel down and call the opponent's father, hahahahaha!" Thinking of that scene, Qigui couldn't help laughing wildly on the ground with his stomach in his arms.

Camilo was speechless, as expected, Teacher Qigui's state of mind was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

At the beginning of the first round, after walking a few steps, Camillo noticed something was wrong: "Hey, you just switched the positions of the horse and the cart!"

The seven ghosts expressed their innocence: "How come, they are still there, look!" With a snap of the fingers, the positions of the two chess pieces were reversed.

He obviously changed positions under his nose...

Camillo stared at the chessboard in silence for three seconds, and finally let out a roar: "You think I'm blind, this packet loss is too obvious!"

"Ahahaha," the seven ghosts laughed righteously, "Actually, we are learning hand skills in this lesson!"

"Don't change the subject without being caught cheating, hey!"

"Hey, it was discovered."

"..."

After Camilo recovered from his injury, he finally got rid of the seven ghosts' madness and began to formally learn combat skills. The person who taught him was Kai, a demon who was so cold that he could drop ice scum.

"Why are there demons in Dragon Valley?" Camillo asked him this question bluntly when they met for the first time. As a result, he was punished to do [-] weight-bearing push-ups, and his hands kept shaking after eating the next day. Never dare to mention it again.

Kai has extremely strict requirements on him, and he must master the retraction and release of Reiatsu within [-] days, otherwise he will be directly disqualified.

Camillo also learned that it turns out that Reiatsu is not only released through sound vibration, but a kind of Qi that can flow with will.After proficiency, Reiatsu can be attached to any part of the body, or released in the form of pressure. The highest state is to transform Reiatsu into form, appearing in the form of planes, nets, needles, threads or other things.

The strength of the spiritual pressure depends on the spiritual field. The qualifications of the spiritual field are innate. It determines the limit of a person's carrying capacity and recovery ability. The stronger the spiritual field, the greater the reserve of spiritual pressure. The real strong, even Can simply cast Reiatsu to shatter the viscera of nearby enemies.

After listening to the introduction, Camillo raised his eyebrows proudly: "Is the young master's spiritual field very qualified?"

Kai nodded, and without waiting for the grin on the corner of Camillo's mouth to widen, he immediately added coldly: "It's worse than the predecessor."

predecessor?

Camillo turned his head and asked Lan Que what he meant, and Lan Que explained, "He refers to the young master of the previous generation."

"The previous generation? That is, my father?" It seems that he has never met the dragon patriarch—his legendary father.

Blue Bird's voice was very soft: "No...it's your brother."

Camillo opened his mouth in shock, he actually has an older brother?

"It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, after all, he is dead." Lan Que turned and walked towards the house, and a broken sentence blew in the wind, "Because he failed the test of the patriarch."

Camelot stood in the wind like a stone statue.

Early the next morning, Camillo, who aimed to stay alive, came to the training ground two hours early to practice diligently. When Kai came, he was already meditating with his eyes closed.

It looks a bit decent, Kai nodded slightly in satisfaction.He walked behind Camillo and asked in a low voice, "How is the flow of spiritual pressure?"

Camillo once again moved the Reiatsu in the spiritual field from chest to head, then to hands, and finally to feet and walked aside. He exhaled and looked very confident: "I have already mastered the teacher."

"Well," Kai nodded, "then let's learn how to release it today."

Kai still remembered that when the previous young master practiced the flow of Reiatsu, it took three months, but this newcomer had never practiced Reiatsu, and he learned it in ten days, even more than a year after those practices Every child must be proficient!Earlier, he said that his predecessor's aptitude was better than that of Camelot, but he was just provoking him. Camillo's spiritual field and spiritual pressure were far superior to ordinary people.

After all, this child was carefully "manufactured".

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