Douluo Continent I am Yu Xiaogang

Yu Xiaogang guided several of Tang San's apprentices to make the basic core and shell of the soul guide. Tang San had the Tang Sect's hidden weapon craftsmanship and had no problems. However, like several other people, the problem was that it was either the drill card owner or the card holder was not in place. , the processed metal was directly shot away. Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang had installed a defensive soul guide here in advance.

Otherwise, a few people will see blood in the next few days. Yu Xiaogang was a little downcast when he saw Oscar. It seemed that making a soul guide for the first time was not as easy as expected, so he couldn't help but comfort him and said:

"Okay, Xiao Ao, after all, you are all exposed to these things for the first time. Xiao San has already learned in advance. You don't need to compare with him. Children, you can watch the video in the online library when you go back today to learn about it. Tomorrow, you can continue to follow today's morning routine. Come to the training ground to practice together, and come here in the afternoon to learn how to make soul tools."

After hearing about Yu Xiaogang's safety, Oscar began to regain confidence. After all, they had just started making the soul guidance device for the first time, and saw that Tang San was as steady as an old dog and made the core and shell of the soul guidance device in a short time.

Then Tang San helped guide them like a little teacher, which gave Oscar, who thought he was a genius, a huge blow. He was just a spiritual master with relatively good talent. Oscar and Ma Hongjun came to Longmen Sect and found that geniuses were not uncommon.

Oscar patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder and said to Yu Xiaogang:

"Master, don't worry, we will study seriously in the online library when we go back today, right? Fatty?"

Ma Hongjun was a little helpless and knocked on his elephant leg and complained to Oscar:

"Xiao Ao, I'm not as relaxed as you. I've been running all morning and now my legs don't feel like my own anymore. I can stay up late when I go back to study with you. I don't want to stay with you!"

When he heard that he had stayed up late, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but glance at Tang San, which made Tang San, who had a criminal record, smile awkwardly, while Xiao Wu patted her small chest and assured Yu Xiaogang:

"Teacher, don't worry, third brother will definitely not be able to stay up late with me watching!"

The straight-minded Xiao Wu didn't even think about it when she saw Yu Xiaogang's sophisticated eyes. Just after she finished speaking, she noticed that everyone present looked at her brother Tang San with surprised eyes. She realized that her words seemed to be ambiguous, and she immediately blushed and hid. Yu Linglong acted like an ostrich behind her back.

Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes with a look of disbelief on her face, stretched out her fingers, pointed at Tang San Xiaowu's body, and said:

"Didn't you see it? Brother Xiaowu, you guys are progressing so fast and you're already living together! I'm going to tell Auntie Ayin the good news when I get back!"

Ma Hongjun suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly and laughed obscenely at Oscar next to him. Tang San was caught off guard by Xiao Wu's self-destruction, but now that everyone knew it, he also said frankly:

"I...we just live in the same room. Xiaowu is afraid of the dark. I just take care of her and we sleep freely. Don't think nonsense!"

Not many people here believed Tang San's explanation. Yu Xiaogang didn't believe a word of Tang San, an old otaku, but he was just a teacher. As for Tang San and Xiao Wu's emotional affairs, he didn't care and just said to Tang San:

"Okay, please stop hanging around Xiaosan and Xiaowu. It's getting late now and you should have dinner. You are all growing up and you need to eat on time. Xiaosan, please take good care of Xiaowu. Everyone, please go back!"

The matter of Tang San and Xiao Wu living together was interrupted by Yu Xiaogang. This made Tang San relieved that at least he had passed the test, but the thought of Ning Rongrong telling his mother A Yin suddenly gave him a headache. Get up and start thinking about how to discuss it with Ning Rongrong.

Yu Xiaogang doesn't intend to interfere in Tang San's personal relationship issues. After all, in the original work, Tang San is very good to Xiao Wu, but now that Tang San has expelled the influence of Shura God's power, he has become humane and will not move. To kill someone.

Yu Xiaogang walked in front of several disciples and began to recall Tang San's behavior since childhood. It seemed that Tang San really behaved like a girl. It would be good if Xiao Wu liked him now, otherwise a man with a body and a woman's heart would appear in Tang San and Tang Hao. He will fight against himself, even though he can hold Tang Hao down with one hand.

Forget it, just let nature take its course. Now Tang San has a pretty good character. He respects himself as a teacher and obeys his words. He is kind to people and doesn't have any arrogance like a time traveler. It seems that his methods have a great influence on Tang San!

Yu Xiaogang and a few little carrots had a rich dinner. It was probably the first time during the day that they exercised a lot. Ning Rongrong transformed into a glutton and ate more than usual. This made Ma Hongjun a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect a little lolita. A small body can eat so much.

After Ning Rongrong finished eating, she patted her bulging belly and sighed:

"I... my stomach is finally full! By the way, teacher, it's so strange! I felt very hungry after sparring with you during the day. My stomach is full now, but my body is still shouting that I feel hungry?"

Yu Xiaogang put down the chopsticks in his hand and began to frown and think for a while before guessing at Ning Rongrong and said:

"Rongrong, it may be your first time to use your soul power to fight, and your martial soul has not yet awakened, which means that you are missing a converter, which makes your body burden heavier. Rongrong, you asked the teacher a good question that is similar to Hongjun's question. , Teacher will find a solution after a while, if not Rongrong, you won’t be able to explode your soul power again, do you understand?”

"I know...I know, teacher, as long as you don't tell my father, it's fine. I don't want my father and Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bone to worry."

Ning Rongrong remembered that she had hurt herself by messing around today, so she pretended to be naive and giggled, trying to pass the test by being cute. Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to dote on Ning Rongrong and rub Ning Rongrong's little head and whisper softly:

"Okay... okay, teacher, I won't tell your father this time, but there won't be another time, you know?"

For Teacher Yu Xiaogang, who loved her the most besides her father and Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Gu, Ning Rongrong really liked acting like a normal daughter and pounced on her father and said:

"Hehe! Teacher, you are the best to Rongrong!"

"Huh? Huh! Rongrong, please wipe your hands with grease first!"

Tang San looked a little envious at the warm scene in front of him. He couldn't be like Rongrong who couldn't do this kind of coquettish behavior. After all, he was almost forty years old in his previous life and this one. On the other hand, Yu Linglong looked at Rongrong coquettishly with a warm look on his face. She was so cute, she always wanted to have a cute sister, but the problem was that her parents never gave her a lick.

Moreover, Yu Linglong felt that she had grown up and could no longer act like a spoiled child in her parents' arms like before. However, she still envied the heartless Ning Rongrong. She had already gone to sleep in separate rooms. Why did it take so long? Your stomach hasn't moved yet?

After a warm dinner, Yu Xiaogang sent a few little carrot heads back to the dormitory, and then began to return to his dormitory in a happy mood. After all, there was still someone who needed to be pampered.

I feel so uncomfortable when I have a cold. My nose keeps running and my head feels swollen.