Urban Demon Slayer

Although Du Hong is a lay disciple, he stays in Putuo Mountain all year round with a group of hairless monks. There is no such thing as shampoo in the mountain. To wash your hair, you just wipe it with soap. I wash my hair with soap all year round, and I really think this product is good, it makes it clean and refreshing.

The gift given to Yin Luoluo was naturally soap.

Wang Qianchen spent ten minutes explaining the difference between soap and shampoo to Du Hong, and then said: "Okay, eat quickly, and go to visit Wei Zihua."

After everyone had eaten, Wang Qianchen made another rice bowl and prepared to deliver it to Wei Zihua.

Before leaving, Du Hong glanced at Yin Luoluo reluctantly, but the latter's eyes almost rolled to the sky.

…

Faculty building, an office.

"Commander Song, isn't your partiality too obvious?" Si Yao sat on the sofa opposite and said while eating a rice bowl. Thinking of what happened on the playground yesterday, she still felt a little unreasonable.

"Where is the favoritism? Deal with it."

Very fair! "Song Chongjian felt a little guilty, staring straight at the computer, pretending to be immersed in the minesweeper game.

"Instilling spiritual power into those two seriously injured recruits, I really thought I didn't see it..." Si Yao raised her head, wiped her oil-soaked mouth with a tissue, and said quietly: "I really can't understand. What is the origin of that Wang Qianchen..."

Song Chongjian coughed twice and changed the subject directly: "Okay, let's get down to business!"

Si Yao had her own office, but she came to Song Chongjian for dinner. There must be something that she had to report immediately.

As expected, Si Yao put down his lunch box and said seriously: "After gravity is applied again, everyone's adaptability is stronger than before. I estimate that the next stage of training can start in a few days."

"Understood, social practice, right...it's indeed time." Song Chongjian nodded.

"One more thing..." Si Yao was silent for a moment and continued: "Jiang Zhixue and Long Kui's son Jiang Xiaoshu was arranged by me to stay in the faculty dormitory.

In a bungalow behind the dormitory, he was given food and drink every day, and a teacher taught him to study, but he seemed very dissatisfied..."

"If you don't let him go out, and you keep him under house arrest in that small house, no one will be satisfied!" Song Chongjian laughed bitterly.

"But there's no way, it's impossible to let him out." Si Yao paused and continued: "These are not the important points. Even if he is dissatisfied, he can't get out anyway! But I recently discovered that he is secretly Practicing the [Demon-Slaying Heart Sutra]..."

Hearing this, Song Chongjian's eyes finally narrowed: "Who taught him?"

"No one teaches it, and it's impossible to teach it. I asked him, but he didn't tell me, so I guess I may have learned it secretly from Jiang Zhixue and Nightshade Nightshade."

"It's normal. Children of demon slayers are always exposed to these things earlier than others..." Song Chongjian breathed out.

"It's not normal." Si Yao said immediately: "Before entering the training camp, he had no realm, but now, he has reached the earth realm!"

"So fast?!" Song Chongjian was stunned.

"It's so fast. If it continues like this, it will be a matter of time before it breaks through the Stone Realm..." Si Yao lowered his voice. According to common sense, no matter how talented ordinary people are, they cannot practice at such a fast speed.

This Jiang Xiaoshu is definitely no ordinary person!

…

Infirmary.

Because no one woke up Wei Zihua, the guy slept all day and night. It was not until Wang Qianchen and others arrived that they shook his arms and legs to wake him up from his sleep.

"Good guy, if I didn't call you, I really thought you were going to sleep to death..." Wang Qianchen looked helpless and handed the rice bowl to him.

"You have such low emotional intelligence that you managed to sleep for such a long time!" Du Hong said with a look of disgust. Just now he pushed Wei Zihua in the face, but he was drooled on.

"No, what does sleeping for a long time have to do with low emotional intelligence?" Wei Zihua looked confused. He didn't know that Du Hong was often said to have low emotional intelligence in the past, so he always criticized Du Hong and used this word to describe others first.

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After some rest, Wei Zihua was almost healed. After adapting to the new gravity, he took the rice bowl and sat up. When he was about to start eating, his eyes suddenly stared straight at the opposite side: "The two of them Why are you here?!"

The two people lying opposite Wei Zihua, covered in bandages, were Hu Yan and Zhang Quan.

The infirmary is only such a big place with only a few beds, so a few people live together.

After some treatment by the doctor, Hu Yan and Zhang Quan woke up early. Because Wang Qianchen and others arrived, they were hugging each other shivering.

"Well, it's a long story..."

"Then stop talking, I'll deal with them first!"

Wang Qianchen was about to talk about what happened yesterday, but Wei Zihua couldn't hold it anymore and jumped up from the bed, waving his hands quickly and condensing a long air knife.

Wei Zihua is not an easy man either. He was stabbed more than a dozen times yesterday, how could he let it go?

At this moment, there were clattering footsteps outside the door, and it was Wan Long who came in with a group of Qingcheng Mountain disciples.

(End of chapter)