When the weak wears into a stallion male pig

There was one person missing in the room, and it was unexpectedly quiet and cold.

Just as Shangguan Qingrong curled up on the sofa, an old voice that seemed to be burning with rage rang in his ears: "It's outrageous, it's outrageous! Drizzt, I always thought you were quite obedient and sensible Yes, I didn't expect your mind to be full of such things!"

The figure of the great magister of Fei Lun appeared in the air, his complexion was a little gray, his eyebrows were raised, and he pointed at Shangguan Qingrong, he was so angry that he could hardly speak.

Seeing his appearance, Shangguan Qingrong couldn't see that this old man who has been teaching him about magic and life with gentleness and patience, like Senior Oren just now, despises him as a man who likes men.

"Teacher..." Shangguan Qingrong called out weakly, but was immediately interrupted by Fei Lun, who repeatedly cursed: "Don't call me teacher! I don't have a student like you, I thought I was trapped in the chain of Emra In 5000 years, the God of Light had mercy on me and gave me a good student. I didn’t expect that you only studied for a year, met a few people, and then you started not to learn well, thinking about how to fall in love every day. If you don’t study hard these days, I I thought you were tired from practicing fighting spirit, and indulged you in cutting down so much study time, and even doing your homework for you..."

As soon as Fei Lun began to preach, there were many words, a string of words, and he didn't even catch his breath.Since Shangguan Qingrong didn't study well at a young age, he was full of thoughts about falling in love; he also talked about how much hard work he had put in for his studies back then, and he hadn't dated women for hundreds of years; He devoted all his attention to love, and when he was fighting against the demons, he died of hatred because the speed of his silent magic was not enough.

It wasn't until it was dark that the great magister of Fei Lun finally felt that he had worked too hard in education, stopped talking, and gave Shangguan Qingrong a chance to admit his mistakes voluntarily.

"Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Shangguan Qingrong didn't dare to look directly at Fei Lun's sharp gaze, but only looked at his mouth and nose, and replied sadly: "I am no longer worthy of being a teacher's student, I am willing to give you the chain of Emra I am a superior person. I have received so many teachings from you for more than a year, but failed to live up to your expectations. It is really unfilial. I only hope that you can pick a good student as soon as possible and teach him to be a useful person as soon as possible. Disciple is thinking about it."

As soon as the words fell, a magical ray hit his face, which instantly swelled up and burned hotly.Shangguan Qingrong covered his cheeks and glanced at Fei Lun in a panic. Just as he was about to admit his mistake, he heard Fei Lun's voice again: "What do you think I am? You don't want to study hard anymore, you just want to give me to others ? Tell you, there is no door! Now is not the time for me to be sealed in the chain of Emra, even if you take me far away, I can come back with magic power!"

Shangguan Qingrong hurriedly confessed: "I didn't mean that, it's just me, Senior Oren also said just now that those who like men are monsters and are despised by others. I'm afraid you don't want an apprentice like me, and you want to change it." It's all my own selfish speculation, please forgive me, teacher."

Only then did Fei Lun put down his hand holding the staff, and severely criticized: "What nonsense are you talking about? Inheriting my prestige, can you make everyone submit to your magic? As for whether you like men or women, it is a trivial matter. When you become famous, many people will follow your preferences and give You send beautiful women... Well, men may have them too! What I'm angry about is that you didn't study hard at a young age, and you always thought about falling in love! I think your teacher was a great magister back then, and I didn't waste the time Wasting time on such trivial things. A magician's lover can only be magic, how can love occupy the time of learning magic..."

"Teacher!" Shangguan Qingrong interrupted him pleasantly: "You mean, you don't think that I am not worthy to be your student?"

"Ah? Ah. Of course! I mean, it's not a big deal if you like men, as long as it doesn't hinder your magic learning. I used to have a cousin who spent too much time chasing women, and as a result In a battle with the necromancer, he died because he was not proficient in silent magic... At that time, too many people died, you can't even think about it. On the battlefield, flesh and blood flew everywhere. After our companions died, alchemy The masters had to decompose their corpses immediately and transform them into elements. If not, they would become puppets of the necromancers..."

Faerun tapped the edge of the table with his staff as he recalled the battles of 5000 years ago.His friends, his comrades, his relatives, and himself were all buried in that war.Now time has passed like smoke, and everything in the past has long been irretrievable.He was left alone, lost his body and most of his mana, and could only keep his soul by virtue of Emra's chain, struggling hard in this completely strange world.

It's so easy to accept a student with good aptitude and good luck, but now he is not studying hard, thinking about falling in love every day, and wanting to give him as a teacher to others!

The sad and melancholy memories turned to resentment towards Shangguan Qingrong. Fei Lun looked at him angrily, and made the first agreement between master and apprentice: "I will never indulge you again. I will never do homework for you again! No matter what you do every day, you must guarantee 6 hours of magic learning and 5 hours of meditation time. If you fail one of the tests in August this year, you will not be allowed to go out again. You are not allowed to play with any classmates!"

Shangguan Qingrong's life since then can be summed up in one sentence by Li Qingzhao—this time, how can there be a word of worry.

When he first came home, because of the hard training, Fei Lun always felt sorry for him, and the study time was shortened a lot, as long as he could meditate.Meditation in Shangguan Qingrong is to sit in meditation and adjust breath. After a few weeks of running, the natural gods will become clear, and the physical strength will become stronger. After a good night's sleep, the next day's fighting spirit training will not be so difficult.

But with the addition of magic learning, it's different.After a day of fighting qi training, he was usually so exhausted that he could hardly support himself.Tired to this point, not only can't meditate and adjust breath, but also read at night by burning lights, recite spells that you can't understand, and your tongue will tie up when you read them, and there are tens of thousands of years of tedious and boring magic history.

With his head hanging from the beam, the awl piercing the bone, and the book full of three tanks of water, under the care of his father, and under the supervision of Fei Lun, Shangguan Qingrong suddenly felt that he was almost catching up with the ancient sages.

And his grades in the examination room can almost catch up with the ancient sages and sages.

I don't know if it's the result of psychological or physical pressure, but when his magic and grudge are released, it feels like an explosion, which has improved by more than one level compared to the last exam.

Level five!The levels of the four major elemental magic and battle qi have all achieved a qualitative leap, sending him to a special ladder in one breath.After the exam, his father not only got the result of his son's grudge test, but also got the result of the magic test from the Magic Guild.

If the fourth level of fighting spirit and the third level of magic are still inexplicable statistics, now these five test report cards of the fifth level make him have to change his view of the eldest son.

Maybe his son's choice of both magic and martial arts is not because of ignorance, not because of eagerness for success, and it doesn't make him a useless person with no future.

His son, Drizzt?Huberley is probably a genius, a genius who ignores all the terms and restrictions set for mediocrity in this world!And this child, who has been shining like the sun, is only 13 years old this year.No one can predict how bright his future will be.

However, the more outstanding this child is, the stricter he must teach him, otherwise at such a young age, if he is tempted by someone and learns to eat, drink and play, wouldn't this talent be ruined?While Baron Huberley was excited, he began to regret his indulgence to his son last year - if he hadn't given up on him earlier in the morning, and hired a few teachers to discipline him well, maybe he could get better grades now.

Previously, I just wanted my son to have the power to protect himself, and it was enough to ask the knights at home to teach him fighting spirit, but if he wants to make him a tenth-level fighter like himself, or even surpass himself, and step into the threshold of fighting saints, he just needs to be called It's not enough for a seventh-level fighter to teach him.He wants to find a real master teacher for Drizzt, and guide him to enter a higher battle qi hall and become a truly outstanding fighter!

Five days later, a tall and strong middle-aged man with thick blond hair like a lion's mane and gray eyes pushed open the door of Huberley's house.Without waiting for anyone to introduce him, the man stepped into the courtyard with a few steps, and hugged Baron Huberley, who was instructing his eldest son to practice martial arts.

"Spencer, my old friend, how long have we not seen each other? Since I went to Meg County, have I not been in touch? I didn't expect you to think of me!"

Baron Huberley also smiled and hugged him back, and slapped him hard on the back: "You still have the face to say that you ran to Meg without saying anything. If it weren't for my colleagues who went there later There, I heard that you set up a mercenary group there, and I don’t know where you are until now! By the way, where are your mercenary group members? You ran here so happily, they won’t chase me Want someone?"

"Whoever you want, they're all here too! But where is your son? I'm going to see my little Drizzt and see if he still knows Uncle Walter."

Only then did Baron Huber let go of his old friend, took his arm, pointed at Shangguan Qingrong with a full face and introduced: "Drizzet, this is your Uncle Walter, he hugged you when you were young , remember? Walter, don’t you recognize Drizzt? I don’t think he has changed much from when he was two years old. Of course, his strength has changed a lot, he is now a fifth-level fighter!”

Walter seemed to have noticed Shangguan Qingrong who was standing next to Baron Huberley. He stared at him in disbelief, and said to his friends, "This is your son? A fifth-level fighter? If you don't say it , I almost thought you gave birth to a daughter outside. How can this little girl with thin arms and legs be a fighter?"

Baron Huberley also looked at Shangguan Qingrong's body with regret, and said bitterly: "It wasn't like this, this kid has always been as strong as a calf. It's just that he was injured in a duel last year. It’s just that I can’t recover, and I always look so thin. It’s better now, you didn’t see it before the holiday, it’s a skeleton, and there’s no flesh on it.”