When the weak wears into a stallion male pig

After returning to the farm, Shangguan Qingrong reviewed his attitude towards the two children a little bit, was it a little too high-profile?After all, his identity is a fighter who has learned fighting spirit since he was a child, and he has little chance to get in touch with magic. The fact that he suddenly became a magician is quite eye-catching.In order to conceal his true magic teacher, Shangguan Qingrong decided to go out and buy a book on magic, giving the impression that he was self-taught.

For this point, Faerun also quite agrees. After all, he has not communicated with people for 5000 years. Maybe there are more advanced magics, forbidden spells, etc., and he wants to study them carefully.

Besides, Shangguan Qingrong has made rapid progress in the accumulation of magic power, and he is also going to teach him some more advanced magic, ancient magic words, divination, etc. It is always convenient to buy some pens and paper and magic scrolls.In addition, a magician must always have a better robe. The high-level robes he put in the chain of Emra are too long for Shangguan Qingrong to wear, so it is better to buy one that suits him.

After the master and the apprentice discussed it, Shangguan Qingrong came forward and took the opportunity of Aunt Mary to come in to tidy up his room, and asked her where there was a bookstore and he wanted to buy some books to read.

Aunt Mary looked at him with pity, and a few tears leaked from the corner of her eyes for some reason. She wiped her tears with her apron and said with a sigh: "My poor young master was sent to the country, and he read all the books he wanted to read." No. Your father is too cruel, how could he send you to such a place when you are sick? Well, in this rural place, you can't buy any good books. Only some third-rate novelists write It’s just a love story, it’s not suitable for someone like you to read, why don’t you write a letter and beg the baron to take you back to the capital? Only there are books suitable for a learned person like you.”

Aunt Mary was right, and Phelan agreed with her.But when Shangguan Qingrong thought of seeing that majestic and terrifying father, he felt apprehensive, and he couldn't do anything with the parchment and quill that Aunt Mary brought.

He rested his stomach in one hand, biting the fine feather on the end of the pen anxiously, and said to Aunt Mary with a sad face: "Aunt Mary, I am really afraid that my father will beat me again when he sees me angry, can you invite Uncle Karachi to come in?" Go to the city and help me buy a magic book?" He took out a small piece of magic crystal from Emra's chain, and asked cautiously: "This is what I picked up when Lite and I went out to play, can you ask Karachi to change it? Chengqian, help me buy some magic tutorials and some paper and pens?"

Aunt Mary didn't care about being sad, took the magic crystal and took a photo in the sun, and exclaimed in surprise: "This is a magic crystal, my God, master, your luck is so good! I have never heard of it being here There are monsters haunting the hills on the outskirts of the city!"

Shangguan Qingrong blushed slightly, and replied softly: "Maybe someone passing by lost it, you can ask Uncle Karachi to take it, I heard that magic supplies are very expensive."

Aunt Mary readily agreed, and reluctantly put away the magic crystal and went out.Two or three days later, Karachi made a special trip to the city with a car and bought him a whole set of introductory magic tutorials, a bundle of parchment rolls as thick as a small tree, a large handful of snow-white and tough woolen pens, and Magic crystal solution for writing magic words.

Shangguan Qingrong looked at the stack of magic books that were about the same height as himself and each was as thick as a brick, and suddenly regretted his decision to ask Fei Lun to learn magic.

Even now, there is no room for him not to learn.Because of the magic book, his behavior of learning magic has become more open and aboveboard. He no longer has to hide it, and he doesn’t have to sleep during the day and study at night, but keep going all day long—reading during the day, learning magic words, and practicing drawing magic circles. , Don't even think about resting at night, but meditate under the supervision of Faerun to accumulate magic power.

This kind of high-intensity mental activity day and night, the living habit of not going out of the house at all, not seeing the sun, plus the fact that Lite brought the children to find Alisma and bletilla striata for him to eat, but he hardly eats formal meals. Shangguan Qingrong finally got his wish and lost weight.

Only half a year later, his overall appearance completely changed: his figure was as straight as a young willow tree that had just begun to truncate, graceful and slender, so weak that he was always entangled with his body, with strong muscles like a nightmare It has also shrunk long ago.The skin on the face and body is as white and transparent as beautiful jade, and the tentacles are as smooth as fat, and there are no rough cracks and thick calluses when I just woke up.

Although she still has a high nose and deep eyes, her hair and eyebrows are also pale gold, not as beautiful and picturesque as she was back then when she had dark eyebrows, black hair, and jade face and vermilion lips; That image of being as thick as a glaring King Kong and a yellow-turban wrestler is much stronger.

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As the saying goes, good dreams are easy to wake up from.Shangguan Qingrong hadn't had time to enjoy the fruits of victory for the past few days, when a thunderbolt hit him on the head—his father, the Baron Hubley who frightened him out of his wits the moment he wore it, sent someone to pick him up He came home!

Ollivander, the housekeeper of his family, came to the farm with four servants. When he met him, he changed into a formal attire for him without any explanation; He packed them with paper and pens into the suitcase, threw them into the carriage together with his people, and brought them back to Huberley's mansion in the aristocratic area of ​​the capital.

Facing the unsmiling housekeeper and servants, Shangguan Qingrong had no power to resist.He could only shed tears silently, clutching the chain of Emra tightly, sitting helplessly in the open carriage, watching the familiar rural scenery go away from him.

Fei Lun didn't know much about his family, only that he was the eldest son, and his father didn't like him because of his stepmother and younger brother, so he sent him to the countryside.Fei Lun's life has been smooth and strong, seeing Shangguan Qingrong sobbing silently, he feels a little sad for his misfortune and angry for his indisputable feeling.Along the way, they comforted and scolded him, telling him not to be so hopeless and only weeping, he should use his ability to be admired, let his father love him again, and leave him the right to inherit the title.

These words are of course very correct, even Shangguan Qingrong himself thought clearly.He had promised to win the baronship for the real Drizzt, and this return to the Huberleys was his golden opportunity.He has also become better-looking now. After Baron Huber saw his new image, he should no longer hate him so much; in addition, he is a magician. According to Mr. Falun, a magician will give him His family brought great honor, and his father had no reason to treat him poorly.

Although no matter how he thinks about it, he feels that returning to Huberley's house this time should be a blessing or not a curse, but the brutal beating and scolding by Baron Huberley at the beginning has left an indelible shadow in his heart—compared to his body. The pain of being punished and abused so mercilessly is the most embarrassing for his lonely and fragile heart.

No matter how he resisted and how afraid he was, the carriage drove along the wide road through the wheat fields and hills, and finally entered the gate of the royal capital, leading him back to the tall and majestic Huberley Mansion.

When he got home, he was always restless, for fear of meeting Baron Huberley again and being mercilessly insulted and beaten by him.Unexpectedly, he returned home for two full days and was locked in the room where he lived before. Except for a middle-aged maid who brought him water and food every day, no one came at all.

Since he wasn't going to see him, why did Baron Huber take him over?Shangguan Qingrong interrogated the maid several times, but she didn't say a word, she just said that she didn't know anything and was just ordered to take care of the young master.Now not only Shangguan Qingrong, but even Fei Lun felt very puzzled and depressed, but his body couldn't stay away from Shangguan Qingrong, and he couldn't go out to investigate the situation, so he could only sit in the city of sorrow with his poor disciple, waiting He was arraigned by the baron.

In such distress and restlessness, he did not become Shangguan Qingrong and continued to lose weight, continue to have beauty treatments, and continue to learn magic.Thanks to the status of the young master, he now has meat, vegetables, rice, and milk for every meal. The strange thing is that he often gives him a raw egg for breakfast.Of course he doesn't eat rice, but he does use milk and eggs.He poured his daily share of milk into a copper basin in the house, washed his hands and applied it to his face, and even applied egg white to his hair, washed it several times, and sure enough, his hair became more plump and shiny.

The city is still better than the country. Although there are no medicinal materials available, the treatment of bathing the face with milk and washing the hair with eggs is still not available in the country.Moreover, the mirrors in the city are larger and clearer than those in the country.In the past two days, Shangguan Qingrong looked at his body-length gilt mercury mirror, looking at his dizzy dimples and flowing hair in the mirror, the anxiety he had felt before had gone away a lot, and he no longer thought about when If he can see his father, will he be scolded and beaten again?

A few days later, a woman suddenly came to his room, with towering hair, rich and luxurious clothes, skirts that dragged to the floor, and two catties of powder on her face, she couldn't tell what she looked like.But in this Huberley mansion, besides the baroness and his stepmother, who else could dress up like this?

Shangguan Qingrong stepped forward obediently and bowed, following Drizzt's habit, he called softly: "Mother."

The baroness gave a majestic "Yes", looked him up and down, stood at the door, and criticized him severely: "Drizzet, I heard from the maid that you taught yourself magic, and you became dry and thin. You don't look like a fighter at all. I thought it was just the servants talking nonsense, but when I saw you with my own eyes today, I realized that the situation was worse than what they said! You are like a little chick now, how can you be like A man? If your father sees you like this, he doesn't know how to punish you, it's really shameful!"

"I'm sorry, mother, I..." Shangguan Qingrong hesitated to speak. In his memory, Drizzt's stepmother has always been very jealous of his fighting spirit talent, and he deliberately concealed his ability because of this. Why did he see the Baron today? When she was a wife, she behaved like a serious and upright ordinary mother scolding her son for not being up to date?

The baroness didn't give him a chance to continue, and continued to talk on her own: "Fortunately, your father doesn't know what you have become like this, otherwise, you would have no chance to return to Huberley's mansion! However, it is also difficult for me to protect you anymore. You must know that I have been taking care of you without telling your father these days, and he still doesn’t know that you have become like this. But the vindictive level test is about to take place. At that time, everyone will know that the young master of the Huberley family has become a sick ghost. You have to think, how angry your father must be? Maybe he will kill you! If you fail to pass the third level this year With the test... I have to say, maybe after the test, poor boy, you won't be able to be called Huberley anymore."

The baroness left Shangguan Qingrong's room with a face full of love and sorrow, leaving him and Fei Lun to face this realistic question together - is he Drizzt?Huberley, I'm afraid he has to take part in this vindictive level test.But how can this body, which is weaker than a magician, be able to bear a real Drizzt?Huber didn't even complete the task?

Fei Lun's understanding of fighters was only at the level of "a group of simple-minded guys with well-developed limbs", and he didn't even have an accurate understanding. Shangguan Qingrong had no choice but to ask for help from the memory left by Drizzt.He seemed to remember that Drizzt once told him that he had already reached the third level of battle qi, and he kept hiding his strength just to avoid making his stepmother jealous.

If that's the case, then he inherited Drizzt's body, so he should also inherit the ability of battle qi?

Shangguan Qingrong, who had found a glimmer of hope, temporarily stopped his magic studies, and sat at his desk to carefully recall how to cultivate Dou Qi.This memory is not only in Drizzt's memory, but also engraved on his body. Soon, Shangguan Qingrong understood the working principle of Dou Qi: Dou Qi and magic power are actually almost the same amount, and both are stored in the lower dantian, but In fighter terminology, it is also called Douqi Cave.Fighters from level one to level three cannot let it out because of the thinness of fighting energy; until level four, fighting energy can form a thin layer of fighting energy around the fighter's body, which is equivalent to a piece of armor; Just like magic, it can be released outside. Only then can the power of the fighter be truly manifested.

During the test, the test of the fighting spirit level below the third level is evaluated by hitting a target and calculating the force on the target, which is very simple and clear.He should still have the vindictiveness left by Drizzt in his body, there is no big problem...

No, it's a big problem!

Shangguan Qingrong suddenly remembered something, and broke out in cold sweat—the original dou qi in his dantian had already been transported by him with some element, and now the qi in his dantian should be called internal force or magic Breath, can it be used as fighting spirit?