Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

You can search for the "Fiction Search System (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Yang Ming sat cross-legged, like an experienced luthier with more than ten years of experience, ten thin and long fingers gently playing on the guqin.

Dial, stab, pinch, pinch, double bomb, roll, brush, slam, long lock, short lock, wheel, eight fingerings from unfamiliar to proficient, and then to the movement like running water, which is pleasing to the eye. Sorrow came slowly.

Every sound that pops up is mellow and full, and the piano sound is pleasing to the ear, echoing in the ward, the remnant sound is curled and endless, which has the meaning of stirring people's hearts and has the ability to dispel troubles.

Those who can play the guqin to the exquisite level can make the string with the right hand break, that is, there is no dust under the finger, and the sound with the right hand is clean and neat, with no extra movements.

Every phrase and level of each piece of melody of Forget Worry is popped up by Yang Ming. The whole piece of music is as smooth as silky, contagious, exciting, and subconsciously immersed in it. Hard to extricate yourself.

When the song ended, Yang Ming flipped his palm down and pressed it on the strings. Everyone was still intoxicated by the music and had not recovered.

Yang Ming smiled at the dazed Doctor Xiao, then ignored the shock and confusion of the other party, and turned to look at Tang San.

"Hmm~"

With a muffled snort in his nostrils, Tang San's high fever subsided, and he returned to his senses leisurely. He raised his eyelids, and opened his eyes to see the strange ceiling.

"Where am I...?"

Tang San clutched his groggy head, propped up his upper body, and saw a line of people standing by the bed, Master, Yang Ming, and Xiao Wu.

Tang San's memory remained at the moment when Yang Ming left the Wuhun Forest with him on his back, completely ignorant of what happened afterwards.

Seeing that Tang San was okay, the master held Yang Ming's hand excitedly and thanked him repeatedly:

"Yang Ming, thank you, thank you for saving Xiaosan."

In just a few days of getting along, the master had already regarded Tang San as his own son.

Just as Tang San said to him at the beginning, he will be a teacher for one day and a father for life!

"Master, you don't have to thank me." Yang Ming smiled, "I am the brother of the third brother. This is what I should do."

The master glanced at Yang Ming deeply and deeply, without delving into why Yang Ming had the ability to heal early in the morning, but he did not use it until now. Turning back, he patted Tang San on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Little San, you have a good brother!"

Tang San:"???"

Seeing that the master and Tang San wanted to say something, Yang Ming stopped staying here as a light bulb, picked up the guqin in his arms, and said:

"Since the third brother has recovered, I will go back to the dormitory first."

Behind him, Xiao Wu chased all the way.

"Yang Ming, wait for me!"

Yang Ming walked out of the ward, looked at Dr. Xiao, and smiled.

He didn't say anything, but the meaning has been conveyed.

People don’t offend me, I don’t offend people!

Passing by Dr. Xiao, he left an unpredictable back for the other party, which made people unable to figure out, as if a mist shrouded Yang Ming, full of mystery.

"you……"

Dr. Xiao raised his right hand and pointed at Yang Ming's back.

He was angry, he was unwilling, he was puzzled.

After a long time, his face changed several times, and finally he withdrew his hand decadently.

Dr. Xiao didn't understand what was going on just now, why Yang Ming had such a powerful support ability.

Even if Physician Xiao asked himself, with his auxiliary martial arts spirit, he couldn't treat Tang San with ease like Yang Ming.Biqugek www.hoennk.com

All this is a mystery!

Dr. Xiao left the infirmary straight away, and went to the Wuhun Hall in a carriage.

Walking through the corridors and stairs, Dr. Xiao pushed open the door of the office, and Bishop Besca was leaning on the chair to sleep.

"came back?"

Besca raised her eyelids, crossed her fingers together, and folded her palms on her chin, and looked at Dr. Xiao with a smile, looking confident.

"How's the matter going, Yang Ming, has you promised your terms?"

"This……"

Dr. Xiao hesitated, a little afraid to disturb Bishop Beska's good mood.

Seeing his virtue, the smile on Bishop Besca's face narrowed, his complexion was extremely dark, and he said solemnly:

"Don't tell me, you haven't done anything trivial?"

"No, it's not like that." In front of Bishop Besca, Dr. Xiao had no arrogance. He humbled his head and said in a low voice: "Things went well at the beginning, but...just a little bit later Accident."

"Oh?" Bishop Besca raised his brows. "Tell me carefully and listen?"

As a result, Besca reported the matter from beginning to end without adding any personal sensory evaluation.

The more impressive Dr. Xiao's expression, the more frowning of Bishop Besca.

silence.

There was unspeakable silence in the office.

In the end, Bishop Besca sighed faintly. He understood that this matter was beyond his control and determined to let go, saying:

"It seems that as my bishop, he can't be recruited. It's time to report it and let those at higher levels worry about Yang Ming."

This happened, and for a long time afterwards, Bishop Besca didn't bother Yang Ming anymore, and seemed to have given up pulling Yang Ming into the Wuhun Hall.

Yang Ming was also at ease. In addition to attending classes to learn about the common sense of Douluo Mainland and the knowledge of martial arts, he became an otaku in the dormitory, not going anywhere, and devoted himself to improving his soul power.

Because of the uniqueness of the spirit ring, in the spirit master stage of Yang Ming, each level of improvement is equivalent to the third level of others, and it takes three times as much time and energy as others.

If it weren't for the innate talent of full soul power, I'm afraid Yang Ming would lag far behind others in soul power.

In addition to soul power training, Yang Ming did not lay down to exercise, insisting on carrying heavy objects similar to turtle shells every day. Compared with the weight of 50 catties before, Yang Ming has now increased to 100 catties.

Yang Ming didn't fall behind in spear and swordsmanship, so he practiced whenever he had time.

The only thing that made Yang Ming uncomfortable might be that every time he practiced swords, there were always a group of strong onlookers around, and they privately named him the title of swordsman in the next month, which made him very uncomfortable.

Time keeps going back.

During this period of time, after Tang San recovered, under the inertia of the plot, he and the master entered the soul hunting forest again and obtained the spirit ring in the original work.

At Noordin Junior Soul Master Academy, one semester is one year. During the whole process, students are not allowed to go home, and only relatives can come to visit.

Throughout the year, old Jack would visit Yang Ming at the academy every month, and every time he brought Yang Ming's favorite food and winter clothes.

After a year, Yang Ming finally raised his spirit power to level 15. As he went back, he felt more difficult.

Looking at the sky outside the window, Yang Ming showed a trace of homesickness in his eyes.

Tomorrow is the day to return to the Holy Soul Village.

Don't know, how are grandpa old Jack and the others?

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