Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

Yang Ming sat cross-legged, like an experienced luthier with more than ten years of experience, ten thin and long fingers gently played on the Guqin.

Dial, slap, squash, pinch, double bounce, roll, brush, sag, long lock, short lock, wheel, eight fingerings from rusty to proficient, and then to action like flowing water, which makes people pleasing and forgetting Anxiety came slowly.

Each pop of the sound is round and full, the piano sounds are pleasant and beautiful, and echoes in the ward. The aftertones are curled, and they are incessant. They have the inspiration of inspiring people and the ability to get rid of troubles.

Those who play the Guqin to the superb can do the right hand to break the string, that is, there is no dust under the finger, the right hand is clean, clean, and no extra movement.

Every phrase and level of each piece of Forget Worry is popped up by Yang Ming. The inheritance of the whole piece is smooth and smooth, smooth and smooth, full of contagion, exciting, and makes people subconsciously immersed in it. It is difficult to extricate themselves.

When the song ended, Yang Ming turned his palm down and pressed it on the strings. Everyone was still intoxicated in the music, and he hadn't recovered yet.

Yang Ming smiled slightly at the dumb Dr. Xiao, then ignored the other party's shock and confusion, and turned to look at Tang San.

"Uh~"

There was a muffled nostril in the nostrils, Tang San retreated with high fever, and he recovered leisurely, raised his eyelids, and opened his eyes to see the strange ceiling.

"Where am I..."

Tang San clutching his groggy head and propped up his upper body, he saw a row of people standing beside the bed, Master, Yang Ming, Xiao Wu.

Tang San's memory still stays at the moment when Yang Ming left Wuhun Forest behind him, completely ignorant of what happened afterwards.

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

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

In just a few days, the master has long regarded Tang San as his own son.

As Tang San said to him at the beginning, one day is a teacher, and one is a father for life!

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

The master took a deep look at Yang Ming. He didn’t investigate why Yang Ming had the ability to heal early in the morning, but he didn’t use it until now. He turned around, patted Tang San on the shoulder, and said seriously:

"Primary three, you have a good brother!"

Tang San:"???"

Seeing what the master and Tang San wanted to say, Yang Ming stopped staying here as a light bulb, picked up the Guqin and embraced it in his arms, saying:

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

Behind him, Xiao Wu came all the way.

"Yang Ming, wait for me!"

Yang Ming walked out of the ward, facing Dr. Xiao's eyes and smiling.

He said nothing, but the meaning had been conveyed.

People do not offend me, I do not offend!

Passing by with Dr. Xiao, leaving a profound and inscrutable back view to the other side, it is inexplicable, as if there is a mist covering Yang Ming, full of mystery.

"you……"

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

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

For a long time, his face changed several times, and finally his hand was taken away decadently.

Dr. Xiao did not understand what happened just now, and why Yang Ming possessed such a powerful auxiliary ability.

Even if Dr. Xiao asked himself with his heart, Wu Wu, with his auxiliary department, could not treat Tang San as well as Yang Ming.

All this is a mystery!

Dr. Xiao left the infirmary straight and took the carriage to the Wuhun Temple.

Through the corridors and stairs, Dr. Xiao pushed open the door of the office, and Bishop Besca was leaning on the chair and sleeping.

"came back?"

Besca raised his eyelids, crossed his fingers together, palms overlapped on his lower jaw, and looked at Dr. Xiao with a smile on his face.

"How did things go, did the kid Yang Ming have promised you the terms?"

"This……"

Dr. Xiao supports us, a little afraid to disturb the good mood of Bisca.

Seeing his virtue, the smile on Bisca’s face was condensed, his face was extremely dark, and he said:

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

"No, it's not like this." In front of Bishop Besca, Dr. Xiao had no arrogance, humblely raised his head, and whispered: "Things were smooth at the beginning, just... just a little bit behind Accident."

"Oh?" Bishop Besca raised an eyebrow. "Tell me carefully?"

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

The more impressive Dr. Xiao's expression is, the more frowned the bishop Besca's brow.

silence.

The office was filled with unspeakable silence.

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

"It seems that in my capacity as a bishop, he cannot be recruited, and it is time to report to the above to upset the people of Yang Ming about this matter."

This happened, and for a long time afterwards, Bishop Besca didn't come back to find Yang Ming again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It seems that he has abandoned La Yangming into the Wuhun Hall.

Yang Ming is also at ease. In addition to learning the common sense of Douluo Continent every day, Wu Soul's knowledge is to be an otaku in the dormitory and go nowhere to concentrate on improving the soul.

Due to the uniqueness of Soul Ring, each level of Yang Ming's upgrade in the Soul Master stage is equivalent to three levels of others. It takes three times as much time and energy as others.

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

In addition to soul training, Yang Ming did not fall down to exercise, insisting on carrying a tortoise-like weight every day. Compared with the previous weight of 50 kg, it has now been raised to 100 kg.

Yang Ming didn't even drop guns and swordsmanship, but practiced whenever he was free.

Perhaps the only thing that makes Yang Ming uncomfortable is that every time he practices swords, there is always a group of girls around him who are strong onlookers, and he has privately given him the title of swordsman for a month, making him very uncomfortable.

Time goes on and on.

During this period of time, after the restoration of Tang San, under the inertia of the plot, he and the master entered the soul hunting forest again, and obtained the soul ring in the original work, which will not be described here.

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

Over the course of a year, old Jack would come to the college to visit Yang Ming every month, and every time he carried the food Yang Ming liked to eat, as well as winter clothes.

After a year of experience, Yang Ming finally improved his soul power to level 15, and the more difficult he felt in the future.

Looking at the sky outside the window, Yang Ming's eyes showed a hint of homesickness.

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

I don’t know. How are they doing?

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