Douluo's dark martial arts

Chapter 337 I don’t want to remember the chapter name

After a few days,

Soto City, Wuhun Main Hall

In the spacious bishop's office, Teach, who was dressed in black as a commander-in-chief, sat in the seat that originally belonged to the bishop, looking through the martial arts notes left by Matthew No.

Although some of the soul beast information recorded above does not seem so rigorous and useful to him now, looking at the familiar handwriting can slightly relax his tense nerves.

"You're back? How is the investigation of Ma Hongjun's news? Isn't that guy the illegitimate son left behind by Matthew Nuo?"

Tiqi looked through his notes for a while and found nothing interesting. He turned around and asked in the darkness in the corner of the room next to him,

I have to admit that Ma Hongjun suddenly changed into Marco's situation, which made him, a lunatic, feel a little unable to keep up with the rhythm.

Moreover, depending on the situation, Ma Hongjun still holds hatred for Tang San, whether it is true or not, even if Tang San wants to take revenge on the traitor who got in beside him, Tiqi does not want to kill this guy in a short time.

Let's save some time to play with it first.

Anyway, Tang San and his team have been dormant in the past few years. Although Ma Hongjun, who is at the soul sect level, is not a master, he can be considered an elite monster in the soul master circle.

If you stay in a big-ass place like Soto City, you won't be allowed to take the other party to the far north for fun. At worst, you can kill the other party when you come back.

"It's been found, but there's nothing that requires special attention."

The red devil's figure quietly emerged from the darkness, and with a swipe of his palm from his sleeve, a relevant document was handed to Teach.

"Matthew Nuo and Ma Hongjun are indeed from the same village, but they have no intersection.

According to the investigation results of the following people, Matthew Nuo chose to leave the village and stay in Notting City because of his official career.

Over the years, because of starting a family and starting a career, he has not returned to Majia Village, and there is no sign of his childhood sweetheart. "

"We're not childhood sweethearts, so you just want to go back and visit?"

After Tiqi took the document and looked through it twice, the expression on his face became slightly complicated and he murmured to himself,

"Yes, if it hadn't been for my nomination for the training list of the Wuhun Lord Hall, the old man would have been relegated to the second line based on his age.

The old man stayed in the Wuhun branch to occupy the position of deacon. The old man didn't say anything before he died because he knew that I couldn't make up for his regrets, and he simply didn't want to burden me."

Time flies... not even a few years. It was actually less than three years since Matheno's death.

But for some reason, Tiqi always felt that this teacher in his memory was very far away, as if more than ten years had passed.

"Okay, since we are all from Majia Village, for the sake of the old man, give Ma Hongjun a chance to live.

Ask someone to see if he is awake. If he is, ask him to find me at the Black Monument. I will wait for him there. "

...

teacher!

No!

stop!

In the bizarre dreams full of painful memories, Ma Hongjun was like a lost lamb, with painful experiences flashing before his eyes.

The death of teacher Zhao Wuji, the sudden deaths of Li Yusong and Lu Qibin, watching these "relatives" who grew up with him die one by one, the last scene stopped on Tang San's face full of hatred,

fuck you!

With his thoughts in confusion, Ma Hongjun wanted to tear into pieces the face that killed the teacher in front of him, but there was no feedback from his body. It was as if his body was trapped. No matter how hard he struggled, he could never break free from this restraint.

what's the situation?

What's wrong with me? !

Did you do too much craft work last night? !

As his thoughts gradually cleared up, memories continued to flood into his brain. Finally, after the black hand breaking through the flames was fixed in the picture in front of his eyes, Ma Hongjun opened his eyes and fully woke up from his half-asleep state.

The dazzling sunlight at noon shone on his face, and Ma Hongjun couldn't help but close his eyelids as soon as he opened his eyes. After a short period of adaptation, he slowly raised his eyelids and looked at the environment around him.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol. It looked like it was a private medical room, because there was only one bed in the room, Ma Hongjun.

At this moment, his hands and feet were restrained by belts, and the shoulder that was scratched by Tiqi had already healed as before, without leaving even a scar.

Just when Ma Hongjun was about to activate his martial soul to get rid of the belt, a voice from the bedside suddenly made him stop.

"If you continue to activate martial arts frequently in your current situation, God will take care of you if you live for five years."

The soul master in a white coat was looking at the form on the bedside. Regardless of Ma Hongjun's struggle, he stretched out his hand to take off Ma Hongjun's clothes, took a look at the position of Ma Hongjun's wound, and said,

"The trauma has been cured, but I can't solve your cultivation problem.

In the past few days, we have asked the Soul Emperor to check the movement of soul power in your body. The problem lies in the way you practice meditation.

Your meditation method is very complicated and seems to have flaws. If you rush to cultivate the balance of soul power in your body, it will consume your life force.

Although this method of consuming vitality can increase your soul power quite a bit in a short period of time, as your vitality decreases, your lifespan will also be shortened accordingly.

My suggestion to you is to switch to a normal meditation method, or to supplement your existing meditation method, otherwise your future path as a soul master will be very short. "

"...Who are you?"

When Ma Hongjun heard that it was his meditation deficiency, his body that was still trying to struggle suddenly calmed down.

All this seemed so familiar to the soul master in white coat, and he replied, "Of course it's the main hall of martial souls.

Among you soul master geniuses on the training list, there will be a few problems every year in your cultivation. Don't worry too much, your situation has not seriously damaged the origin.

After a few years of recuperation, you may distance yourself from other geniuses, but the future is still bright, at least the Soul Emperor is not a problem,"

"Martial Soul Hall?"

After hearing these three words, Ma Hongjun showed a hint of complicated emotions, slowly closed his eyes and said,

"I'm not your soul master, you shouldn't have saved me."

"Okay, it's just a setback in your cultivation. It doesn't matter whether you are a soul master in Wuhun Palace or not, as long as you are yourself."

The soul master in white coat obviously once again misunderstood what Ma Hongjun meant, thinking that the other party was giving up on himself because of the setbacks in his practice, and comforted him,

"Your situation is all good. There was a 12-year-old Soul Master in the previous class, who had the minimum qualifications to become a Contra.

It's a pity that because I was too anxious about practicing, I injured my body too seriously, and finally died during the mission.

In terms of talent, he can crush geniuses like you, but won't it still be useless if he dies in the end?

The most important thing in life is life. Of course, other things are not important, but if they are lost, they are lost.

Rather than regretting it, it is better to find ways to avoid other unnecessary losses."

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