[Douluo Dalu] He and the sea

At nearly noon, the entire college was quiet, no one came out and walked around, only the chirping of cicadas sounded in the dense forest, one after another, making it a little noisy.

In the dean's room, Flanders was sitting upright, with a cup of tea in his hand and a cup of tea opposite him. He didn't know who he was waiting for.

After a while, the wooden door was pushed open, and a man in a plain linen robe walked in. His face was still a little tired from the long days of traveling. Flanders stood up and hurried forward to greet him. He hugged the man. , said excitedly: "Xiao Gang, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The master looked at his old friend and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled: "We haven't seen you for many years, but you haven't changed much."

"What hasn't changed? I'm almost turning into a bad old man." While laughing, Flanders pressed him on the chair and pushed the cup of tea over. There was still residual heat in his fingertips, but luckily it wasn't cold: "Try it quickly. Taste it, it’s still what you liked before.”

The master didn't say anything. After taking it, he drank the tea completely. He lowered his eyebrows and was silent for a while before smiling: "The taste is the same."

Flanders looked at him and said with some emotion: "It's been so many years in a flash, don't leave again."

The master put down the tea cup, leaned back on the chair, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I won't be able to stay for long. I still have to leave when my junior high school graduates."

"Where to go? Continue to wander around the world?" Flanders looked at him with disapproval, and his face became rare: "I don't agree. Now that you are here, don't even think about leaving until you have stayed for three years."

Unable to resist him, the master twitched his lips and avoided the topic: "How is the mistress lately?"

"Don't worry, can I still treat him badly?" Flanders pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped the table with his fingertips: "You are a very talented apprentice."

"This is natural." When talking about Tang San, the master's expression became lighter, and there was a smile in his words: "Is Ating here too?"

Flanders nodded. There was still a stack of paper in his hand. It was the admission information of the little monsters. He read it for a long time.

"A Ting? Is it a nickname? Her profile says Ji Ting."

Flanders said, took a sip of tea, and took out the piece of paper belonging to Atin from the pile of papers at hand.

"Here, look."

The master sitting opposite heard the voice and came over. He took the information sheet, looked down at it, and then replied:

"Maybe it's her nickname. I'm used to hearing my mistress call her. The student status and place of residence written on this information sheet are also correct. She is from Seaside City."

"It's okay if you are wrong. The academy doesn't care about it anyway, but this child's martial spirit is very strange..."

Flanders touched his chin and paused for a moment on the information sheet in the master's hand.

Hearing his friend say this, the master looked slightly solemn, nodded in disbelief, and then slowly said: "I think if this matter spreads, I am afraid it will attract people's attention."

"Are you worried too much? There are teachers like us in the academy, who would dare to come here to feel unhappy?" Flanders didn't delve into the other details, but was a little disapproving. After all, the academy is not famous, and when Shrek was mentioned outside, I guess no one else knows what it is.

Hearing this, the master frowned. He has always been as meticulous as dust and knows the pros and cons. Naturally, he also understands the intricacies of this process: "Of course there is no danger in the academy, but what if you leave the academy? Have you forgotten Yes? There will be a soul master competition in two years."

Yes, a few little monsters must participate in the continent-wide soul master competition. By then, it will be different from usual. All the academies will gather together, there will be more disputes, and every movement and silence will be on the surface. If there is another Spirit Hall If there are a few things mixed in... it will be really troublesome.

"Then what do you think we should do?" As soon as this matter was mentioned, Flanders no longer thought about drinking tea. He stood up and walked back and forth in the small room.

The master shook his head, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and called him out: "It's okay for you to be anxious. The Soul Master Competition is an opportunity and is very important to several children and the academy. If you ask me, just let everything happen and avoid it when the time comes. With some sharp edges, it shouldn’t be a big deal.”

Flanders stood still and considered his words carefully. There were still two years before the competition. It was still early and there were no known changes. He could only go according to Xiaogang's method.

After this whole day, there were more personal matters in the college. Under Flanders' instruction, the little monsters were not disturbed. They stayed in the dormitory all day, except for sleeping and resting, and then practicing, preparing for tomorrow's trip. Prepare.

In autumn, after the sultry midday, the wind will turn cooler. Different from the noisy towns, the Star Forest is far away from people and occupies a large area of ​​land in the northwest alone. The dense forest is dense and the strange branches are tangled. As soon as you enter the outside, you can feel the cool breeze blowing, which makes people feel refreshed.

There are few open and flat paths among them. There are lush greenery all around and a gurgling stream. Fireflies fly among the lush green leaves, like sparks flickering and reflecting in the darkness. Under the giant trees, there are lush blue grasses. , Qionghua is like jade, there are countless fragrant flowers everywhere, like a piece of earthly treasure gathering souls, swaying into a fairyland.

This is only the outer area. Most of the soul beasts are low-level, and their number is only a few hundred, which is far less than the variety in the inner area.

The sun was setting, the red clouds were drooping, and a sword light quietly broke through the silence of the forest like a star penetrating the moon. The man's black cloak broke through the afterglow in the puddles, and walked straight into the forest. .

Gu Xiu didn't deliberately step lightly. There were half-high weeds around his legs, scraping the sides of his boots as he walked, making a squeaking noise. He opened the way with a sword light, breaking through the fragrant flowers and dazzling fireflies, like The cold light of the sharp halberd shines like silver among the increasingly dark forest leaves.

The outer perimeter is dozens of miles away from the inner perimeter. Very few soul masters would choose to go to the center because there are many dangers along the way. No one knows how many years old soul beasts may pop up along the way. No one enters, just to save their lives. .

The sword light was in front of him, like a shooting star flying across the sky, and behind it was Gu Xiu's sword realm that was gradually spreading out. The frost was like a waterfall, spreading silently from his feet, hundreds of feet away. The ancient trees and springs, the flowers and the green grass inside are all covered with cold crystals. The temperature suddenly dropped, like the cold winter of March 9th, when the ice came for the first time, and the snow fell in the air.

For a moment, the grass and trees were silent, the sounds of animals were deep and distant, and he seemed to be the only one left in the vast forest, walking alone.

The trees were tall and long, covering the bright moon, and only sparse spots of light fell on him. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he didn't stop walking, neither tired nor tired, like a taut string. The next moment, arrows will be fired, shooting out of the air, to grab Ye Lu's throat.

After reaching the outer edge, the grass was dense and the moonlight could hardly shine through. It was as dark as a black curtain, as if it wanted to hide the traces of any living thing from outsiders.

Gu Xiu stopped and bent his fingers slightly. The sword light that had been moving forward turned around in an instant and returned to him obediently, shining like a star.

The sword realm suddenly opened up here, with Gu Xiu as the center, extending to five miles around. A sudden wind blew up, bringing frost and snow, and a biting chill instantly arose.

"Human? What are you doing here?"

A dull and deep voice suddenly sounded, clearly audible in the cold wind and snow.

Gu Xiu raised his eyes and scanned them lightly. His eyes were clear, like a sharp sword with a cold edge.

"Rootless vines, plant-type soul beasts, cannot break through the limit of one hundred thousand years..." He clasped his hands leisurely, as if he didn't notice the stems and branches approaching him at all, and only said slowly: "Your cultivation level, there are Forty thousand years, right?”

The chill was even worse, and the branches were frozen to the bone the moment they touched him.

At the same time, the place covered by the sword realm suddenly lit up with "white light". Gu Xiu looked at these "white lights" that were moving like rootless duckweeds with a pale expression. The hands in his sleeves moved and he raised his hands. Pointing, the cold wind around him was tight, the jade catkins were scattered, and the blue and white sword light was strong. He only heard a clang, and the clear washcloth carried the wind to hold back the frost. It spread out several times behind him, and the light and shadow were as bright as day. Under the hood, , surrounded by a screen, firmly blocking out the "white light" coming from all directions.

Gu Xiu looked at these "white lights", but they were actually flower buds with stamens and white crowns, floating on the stems and leaves of rootless vines that were parasitic on the weeds.

He was steady and undisturbed, still standing in place without moving. Under the sword realm, these buds, stems and leaves could not last long.

Within a moment, just as Gu Xiu expected, the flower buds collapsed and fell softly from the stems and leaves of the rootless vine. The surrounding light was dark, leaving only the shadows of snowflakes and the sword light on Gu Xiu's body. The voice just now came up again, more exhausted than before: "My skills are not as good as others, it's me who failed."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of warm green light appeared in front of him. Gu Xiu lowered his second soul skill and slightly withdrew his sword-level edge. The cold wind gradually became smaller, the frost and snow became more comfortable, and he crushed everything under his feet. The ice on the ground walked to the warm light.

The rootless vine with the highest cultivation level is attached to a thick ancient tree. Its stems and leaves are relatively large, and its stamens have opened. There is also a layer of green light flowing on the texture, which looks full of vitality and spring.

When Gu Xiu walked in front of it, he saw little flowers swaying slightly and blooming with fragrance, and the voice sounded again: "I have seen you, but at that time, you had not reached your current level of cultivation."

"Fifteen years ago, I saved your life." The air next to Gu Xiu was slightly colder as Qing Zhuo was beside him. The few little flowers shrank, and then quietly shook their petals, and put the fine powder like The snowflakes of jade catkins were scattered.

"What do you want me to do?" Its voice was low, a bit like an octogenarian. It said every word very slowly: "I will agree to it within my ability."

"It's a trivial matter for you." Gu Xiu opened his thin lips, and his face was slightly illuminated by the warm green light. A few strands of coldness lingered between his eyebrows, covering his dark eyes, like moist jade. It's cool, and the bright moon comes out: "Tomorrow, please help me."

It was already halfway through the night, with the bright moon hanging high, and the rustling autumn wind entering the window, beating the wooden lattice one after another. After a while, it was gently closed by a pair of slender catkins.

Atin was only wearing a thin, close-fitting silk skirt, her long crow-green hair was spread loosely, and her complexion was as white as a peel. After she closed the window, she turned back to the bed by the candlelight.

The clinical Xiao Wu was already asleep. After taking a look, she snuggled into the bed, wrapped herself up, and sighed leisurely.

As soon as the candlelight went out, the room was completely dark. The sapphire bird was beside her pillow. The little guy lowered his head and its white head feathers flashed in front of her eyes. Atin blinked and heard it whispering: "No need really." Will Bird accompany you?"

Atin stretched out his hand, stroked the little guy's furry head, and said with a smile: "No, there are so many people with so many eyes. If something happens, I won't be able to spare my time to protect you."

The little guy tilted his head. After thinking for a while, he realized that this was indeed a possibility. He leaned on the soft pillow and muttered: "Okay, the bird is waiting for you here."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." After saying that, A Ting stopped making any sound. She lowered her eyes and listened to the steady breathing of the little guy and Xiao Wu in the room. There was silence for a moment. It was a cold night and the wind was loud. , and she didn’t know which one of the two was keeping her awake until now.

Her thoughts were empty, but her heart dropped for no reason. Atin lowered her head and counted the strands of hair intertwined between her fingers. After about a moment, she finally felt sleepy. She closed her eyes and let herself sleep. Thinking of the clear sea and leaning on the reef, Samuel fell asleep extremely soundly.

There is a moonless night, and the autumn wind is cold and cold. I sleep on this side, and toss and turn on the other side again all night long.