Byakuya's son

In the outskirts, there is a purple bamboo forest planted by Dongxian himself. In the center of the purple bamboo forest, there is a place connected by ropes and hung with bamboo knots. A small figure is waving a bamboo sword continuously. The purple bamboo knots kept shaking with his beating, and after being forced to fly out, because of the pull of the rope above, it swung back again, and was knocked away again...

Among them, the short figure is undoubtedly admirable, the surrounding bamboo knots have never touched him, and what is worth noting is that his eyes are covered with a black silk scarf.

Judging from this height and body proportions, he is obviously still a child.

He hasn't been back for half a month, and today is the last day he stays here.

"Use the fluctuations of the surrounding spiritual particles to judge the surrounding movements. Even if there is no spiritual pressure, the opponent will have nothing to hide in front of you!"

This is what Dongxian said after he told Tongming about this cultivation method, so after going home and explaining to his father, Tongming ran out alone. Until today, it was the agreed period, and he had to go to school.

One last back and forth!

The corner of Tongming's mouth, which was already drenched all over his body, pursed, and the bamboo sword in his hand, which had already slowed down, suddenly sped up again, even three minutes faster than when he didn't lose his energy!

If he wants to walk faster, he can rush out of the bamboo joint area in an instant, but Dongxian told him that every step he takes, he must breathe more than three times before he can take the next step. This depends on Tongming's breathing speed. Shortness of breath means that he has exhausted a lot of physical energy, so he can walk faster, which can reduce the number and time of the bamboo joints around him attacking him. On the contrary, if his breathing is stable, he will have plenty of physical strength, and he will walk extremely slowly, and the bamboo joints will attack him. The frequency and time will increase a lot.In this way, this cultivation has achieved a delicate balance, a balance of physical exertion.

But at this moment, Tongming, who has obviously exhausted his physical strength, is breathing extremely slowly at this moment. It seems that he was purely cultivating before without any physical exertion, but sweat is constantly oozing from his paler face than before at a faster speed than before. , which shows that he is not easy at the moment.

"Hmph..." Finally rushed out of the bamboo joint area, Tongming's body was about to fall to the ground as soon as he softened, but fortunately he reacted quickly enough, he pushed the bamboo sword in his hand to the ground, and finally stood still wobbly.

……

"My lord, I'm leaving." Lukia saluted, and was about to go to the Shinou Academy of Spiritual Art as she had done in the past month or so—because she hadn't the ability to become a god of death, and couldn't join the thirteenth division of the god of death.

"Today, you're going to take someone with you." Bai Zai didn't turn his head, his cold voice unconsciously carried a trace of undetectable melancholy, a little absent-minded.

"Hey? Who is it?" Lucia was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her somewhat reserved expression in front of Bai Zai became a little more angry.

"It's fine to wait at the door, step back." There was no answer, Bai Zai just responded to Lukia with orders.

Lu Qiya's lips moved slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then retreated. She didn't like this brother at all. He was cold, weird, indifferent and contemptuous of her... She didn't understand at all, since she looked down on her so much, why did Recruit yourself into Kuchiki's house?

Even if you are choosing an adopted daughter, you should choose a cuter one... Luqiya walked out of the gate with a wry smile, shaking her head while looking at the rising sun. Under this soft light, the gate behind her was still cold and ruthless .

Speaking of which, who are you waiting for today?Hmm... that's right!It seems that Tongming is about to enroll in the Maou Academy of Spiritual Arts!It seems that they were released last time. Those old pedants must have been blown up, right?

Imagining those old-fashioned orange faces, because after being released as a pigeon, his complexion began to develop into a green apple embarrassment, a smile appeared on Lucia's face, and he didn't notice at all that a short figure appeared in front of him. In front of her, she ignored her because of her height.

"Lucia, are you waiting for me?"

The sudden voice startled Lukia, she immediately took a few steps back, then lowered her head, "Bright?"

"..." Tongming remained silent, but looked up at Lukia. Although his eyes were covered by a black silk scarf, it gave Lukia the illusion that he could see through people's hearts.

Is he planning to go to the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art like this?Lucia swallowed secretly.

……

"Is that him?" The middle-aged man with a pair of black-rimmed glasses looked at the child in front of him with some displeasure. People who entered here with their family backgrounds could not arouse his favor, especially such a young child. It is not fully developed at all, even if it has those noble blood, at best, it is no more than the concentration of spiritual power of an ordinary adult soul in Liuhun Street.

Of course, it is not that there is no such kind of genius that can be said to be against the sky, but in terms of the proportion of personnel, it is very rare, and it is basically rare in a hundred years.

Obviously, this child who seems to have a congenital disability is not the kind of person who is destined to be admired by thousands of people. The middle-aged man shook his head, the way... it is better to walk step by step!

"Lukia, you go to the classroom first, I'll take him to get the student uniform." The middle-aged man said, beckoning to Tongming as he walked, "Come with me."

But he immediately realized that the child couldn't see his movements with his eyes. He was just about to stop and hold the child's hand, but he found that the child looked calm and followed his steps without hesitation. no different!

The middle-aged man couldn't help but stop. He stared at the black silk scarf covering the child's eyes, hoping to see some clues on it, such as... there is a small hole or something.

The black silk scarf was neatly folded several times and then covered. There was no place to peek at it. The middle-aged man's attempt obviously failed.

"What are you looking at?" Tong Ming asked in a cold voice, this man was walking around, could he be sick?

"What's your name?" The middle-aged man began to look at Tongming squarely. He realized that this child was still a good youngster, not as useless as he imagined, so he was able to follow him without hesitation when he couldn't see him. His decisiveness is enough to stand out from the rest of the crowd.

He doesn't have the fear and inferiority after losing his light, he is very strong.

"The rotten wood is bright."

"I remember." The middle-aged man nodded, took a big step again, turned left and right, pushed open a door, then took out a few student uniforms, compared them in front of Tongming, and finally felt a little helpless Picked out the smallest one, "Just this one, there is no smaller one, just make do with it."

At the same time, he pointed to a fitting room, "You change in there, hurry up, it's time for class."

He took the clothes wordlessly, and Tongming wrinkled it a bit. He felt that the suit was indeed a little too big, but it was still wearable. He walked into the fitting room wordlessly, changed his clothes, and left in a loose fit. come out.

There is no way, such a young child has never come in before, let's order a set of clothes for him after a while.

The middle-aged man suddenly narrowed his pupils slightly, and aimed at Tongming's waist. To be precise, he focused on the knife. The guard of Kuchiki's standard knife is not like this!Could it be... you don't know Zanpakuto?

impossible!

The middle-aged man shook his head vigorously, jokingly, if he had Zanpakutō at such a young age, all the teachers of the Shino Spiritual Art Academy might as well commit suicide collectively, because living like this is an insult.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man had a flash of inspiration, and he stared at Tongming for a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Put the knife in the storage room. You are not allowed to use this kind of knife yet. Let's start with the bamboo sword." The middle-aged man took out a key from the drawer, handed it to Tongming, and pointed inside, "The above If you have a number, put it away by yourself."

Without any displeasure, Tongming didn't seem to know that the other party was making things difficult. He took the key, walked to the cabinet with the same number on the key, opened it, and put in his Zanpakuto.

As expected, he could "see" it!The middle-aged man nodded.