Clown Douluo of Douluo continent

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Lying on the bed, Xu Mo only felt mentally exhausted. Although he was indeed very passionate, it also made his spirit tense and he was really tired.

He habitually released the straw clown, but Xu Mo quickly sat up. What was different from usual was that it was not the straw clown who appeared.

The straw clown that was supposed to appear actually turned into a large silver cocoon with two yellow soul rings. Although Xu Mo could feel the presence of the straw clown, the straw clown in front of him undoubtedly fell into the state of sleep mentioned in the book.

Seeing the straw clown in such a state, Xu Mo quickly called him back to his body and rushed towards the main hall where Ning Fengzhi was.

When they arrived at the main hall, Ning Fengzhi observed for a long time and finally determined that Xu Mo's martial spirit had undergone a second mutation. The first mutation was when he first awakened the martial spirit, from an ordinary scarecrow to a straw clown, and now he doesn't know why Xu Mo's martial spirit mutated. The soul began its second mutation.

This makes Ning Fengzhi's complexion keep changing. If it's benign, okay, if it's malignant...

Xu Mo can't care about that much now, he just keeps sensing the straw clown in the cocoon, and the two soul rings on the silver cocoon are still beating steadily.

"Xu Mo, can you activate your soul skills?"

Ning Fengzhi said to Xu Mo. Xu Mo was stunned for a moment, and then tried to use his soul power to use his first soul skill on himself.

As the first yellow soul ring lit up, Xu Mo's soul power exploded, which made Xu Mo feel relieved.

Ning Fengzhi also breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could use soul skills. No matter how the martial soul mutated in the future, it seemed that it would not be able to affect soul skills.

"Don't worry, Xu Mo. It's probably because of the strange phenomenon of absorbing the soul ring last time. Since your martial soul has fallen into a deep sleep, let it sleep well and don't use soul skills casually to avoid any accidents."

Ning Fengzhi said seriously to Xu Mo, who knows if using too many soul skills during the transformation of the martial soul will affect the martial soul. If something happens to the martial soul, nothing will happen.

But even Ning Fengzhi couldn't tell how long the straw clown would sleep. Although Xu Mo was anxious, he had no choice but to agree.

Then Xu Mo discovered something even more desperate. He could no longer practice. No matter how hard he practiced, the soul power in his body would not increase at all.

This was so similar to the previous situation. After meeting Ning Fengzhi again, the two of them studied it for a long time, and finally decided that it should be because Wuhun was sleeping.

Xu Mo's heart was naturally filled with bitterness. Who could have imagined that a piece of soul bone would put him in such a situation?

Lying on the bed, Xu Mo looked at the full moon outside the window. As soon as he closed his eyes, he just thought about the moonlight space. The next moment, his mind went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a crescent moon and a sun in the sky.

Two yellow soul rings were moving up and down under the sun and moon. Apart from that, Xu Mo couldn't see any other scenery that was different from before.

Sighing, Xu Mo felt the silent world. It could be said that he was back to his old self.

Maybe it's right for me to stay quiet for a few more years. Anyway, these two soul skills are enough to make me popular.

The level of soul power is not important.

When the time was up, Xu Mo was kicked out of the moonlight space. After washing up and cheering up, Xu Mo went to class.

Morning reading, music, etiquette, culture, martial soul theory, soul beast knowledge

In addition to daily classes, Xu Mo also had to go to the back mountain to let Zhang Na suck blood. Although it was obvious that Xu Mo was not in good spirits, Zhang Na could only accompany Xu Mo to watch the moon in the back mountain.

Soon, many people in the sect discovered that the Holy Son, who had been causing a stir some time ago, seemed to have not appeared for a while.

three years later

Xu Mo sat on an authoritative low stool with his eyes closed, with a silver-white harp in front of him. After taking a deep breath, Xu Mo raised his slender hand and began to play slowly.

Elegant and pure jade, as clear as morning dew, the sound flowed slowly, and the beautiful music made Qin Qingqing on the side couldn't help but close her eyes and began to listen to the young man's music.

The young man's piano sound soon entered a dull stage, which made Qin Qingqing couldn't help but frown. This was not because of the young man's performance, but because of the emotion in it. Qin Qingqing couldn't help but wonder when the young man played. The state of mind, but cannot be glimpsed.

Soon, the piano sound became stable and crisp again, as beautiful as a new life.

Finally, calm down.

"very good."

Qin Qingqing looked at the young man wearing a smart outfit in the hall and couldn't help but stand up and applaud the young man.

"Thank you, Teacher Qin, for your compliment."

The young man smiled indifferently. Three years have made this young man appear more mature and less energetic than before.

Perhaps it was the sentiment and knowledge he had learned over the past three years that made this boy extremely calm at just 16 years old, as if nothing could make waves in his state of mind.

"You are ready to graduate. Even at Yuexuan, where I worked, the standards were extremely strict. You have met the graduation standards. I have nothing left to teach you."

Qin Qingqing said regretfully that she wanted to listen to this boy's music for a few more years. She could guarantee that she would never get tired of hearing it.

When he first taught this young man the harp, Qin Qingqing was extremely disappointed with his pitifully stupid skills and talent.

But today, three years later, Qin Qingqing couldn't help but indulge in it.

The young man bowed respectfully to Qin Qingqing, and his etiquette was also impeccable.

"Thank you, Teacher Qin, for your three years of teaching."

After saying that, the young man turned and left. Qin Qingqing also smiled. It was time for him to go back. He originally promised Sect Leader Ning to teach Ning Rongrong until he was 12 years old, but he was replaced by Xu Mo halfway.

Walking out of the hall, Xu Mo subconsciously blocked the sun. He hadn't gone out for a long time. The other teachers had already said that Xu Mo didn't need their teaching. Xu Mo could move on by himself, and Qin Qingqing The rhythm of music is the last course to graduate from.

Although only three years have passed, six years have passed for Xu Mo. Xu Mo digests his knowledge and plays the air harp in the moonlight space every night.

Xu Mo showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time. It was not that he was happy that the tedious course was over, but that it was a throbbing that came from the depths of his soul.

Xu Mo can guarantee that this is the fluctuation from the straw clown. Maybe it is about to graduate.

Returning to his palace, Xu Mo could see a young and beautiful young girl chatting happily with her grandfather as soon as she entered the door.

"Sister Na."

Xu Mo shouted softly, ever since Zhang Na knew that her martial soul was sleeping, Zhang Na no longer asked her to go to the back mountain in the past three years. Instead, she came to find Xu Mo herself. In the past three years, the relationship between the two seemed to be It's all been revealed, but no one has pierced this layer of paper.

"Little Mo is back."

Xu Sanduo said happily, who is happiest about Xu Mo's current changes is not Xu Mo himself, nor Zhang Na, nor Ning Fengzhi, but the gray-haired old man.

Zhang Na also turned around and looked at Xu Mo with a smile. The past three years of getting along made Zhang Na more and more attracted to this boy named Xu Mo. The better the boy, the deeper she fell into.

Xu Mo sat next to the two of them and looked at a half-knitted scarf on the table. The tenderness in his eyes deepened. He turned to Zhang Na and smiled:

"Sister Na, this is my seventh scarf in three years."

Zhang Na snorted and said:

"Then just tell me whether you want it or not. Anyway, I can only knit scarves. If you don't want it, I'll give it to grandpa."

Xu Mo quickly surrendered, "Yes, of course. Many people want to get the scarf knitted by Sister Na herself."

Zhang Na rolled her eyes at Xu Mo and continued to knit a scarf with her head down.

Although Xu Sanduo didn't speak, his eyes were full of tenderness and love when he looked at the two of them. God seemed to be teasing him. He took away his son and daughter-in-law when he was old, but left his grandson behind. Now My grandson has grown up, and his life is once again full of hope.