Canglan Ji

When you die under the knife, blood will sprinkle all over your body. "You can tear their guts and mash their bones." "" We are the same kind. "

The darkness in all directions echoed in his ears like the whispers of demons.Xiao Ran punched the ground hard, the back of his hand was dripping with blood.

"Look, your blood is cold too, you are the same as us."

--To shut up!

"He won't want you, you are no longer human."

--what……

Xiao Ran bit his lower lip for blood, and twitched inch by inch towards the cave.

The bestiality was dragging him to the abyss behind him, but his hand kept stretching forward.

- soon, soon...

The moment his fingers touched the hole, the turbulent pain faded from his body like a tide, his eyes regained focus, he gasped heavily, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

He climbed the entrance of the cave to rest for a while, then slowly climbed into the cave, leaning against the cave wall in a collapsed state.

The uneven cave wall is engraved with a person's name, and there are hundreds of them densely packed.

Xiao Ran touched the mountain wall with his fingers and counted one by one, his eyes were clear and desolate.He didn't know how long it had been, but since he lived in the cave, he would carve the same name every time before going to bed.

——Yu Chuan.

— 449.

He took out the only remaining dagger on his body, and carefully carved the 450th one.

He didn't count with a pen, but counted Yu Chuan's names every day, which was his only entertainment before going to bed.

The dagger he engraved on was given to him by Yu Chuan many years ago. It was ground by the teeth that Yu Chuan pried off after killing the wooden python for the first time. It has been worn on his waist for several years.After entering the Great Rift Valley, he was afraid of losing it, so he put it back in the space.

Whenever he was seriously injured and dying, when he was hungry for several days and could not get food, and when he was about to be driven mad by the darkness several times, he would take out this dagger and stroke its outline quietly in the darkness.

He had almost forgotten everything about being a human being, but he still clearly remembered every detail of Yu Chuan.

He remembered Yu Chuan when he first met, standing in front of him and charging at the four-eyed spider with a knife.

He remembered Yu Chuan who carried him back from the dry rock field, who was covered in bruises and beat him up severely.

He remembered Yu Chuan, who rescued him from William's knife, descended like a god in the night.

He remembered Yu Chuan, who came back from the training center, with handsome features and a handsome body.

He protected the last ray of light in his heart in the world of death, maintained a sane mind, and did not go completely crazy.

Xiao Ran tightened his limbs and closed his eyes, pacified his intense heartbeat and breathing, and curled up quietly in the cave. Yu Chuan in his dream was laughing and shouting in the light and shadow of the desert sunset, wearing a warm sunset glow.

--wait for me.

In the fifth year of the training institute, Yu Chuan was hired as an assistant teacher of the master melee combat department.

There are very few master-level fighting practitioners, the intensity of teaching is very high, and they are often injured. The content of a lecture needs to be digested slowly for a long time, and it takes three days to hold a class. The professor is even more unpredictable.

When Professor Chu Han, who had advanced for a month, was also defeated by him, Yu Chuan could only practice alone in the training ground.

Occasionally, Xiu Shamu would come to him to find Faramir who was waiting for him, and when he was in a good mood, he would also fight with him, and every time he pointed out the areas where he needed to improve.

Xiu Shamu is not a talented fighter with extraordinary talent. He has made steady progress step by step for hundreds of years, and he understands the difficulties that will be encountered at each step better than anyone else.Yu Chuan was very grateful to him, but he would not take the initiative to find him.

After all, Dean Yinxing is busy with official duties, it is a favor to practice with him once, and he can't make trouble if he doesn't accompany him.

This year, he enrolled in the master-level melee combat department, and finally he was able to meet the most mysterious professor in the academy.At the same time, Xiu Shamu threw out an olive branch to him, and took up the position as a master-level fighting assistant teacher. He could even learn and teach and still get paid, without any delay.

"Assistant Yu, the professor of the master melee department invites you to come over." A girl in her 20s came to their table, and Yu Chuan recognized that it was a staff member of the academic affairs area.

"Okay, I'll go later, thank you." Yu Chuan answered her politely.

The carriage passed by the buildings in the teaching area, and Yu Chuan got off here.

Walking to the deepest floor where the fighting professor is located, Yu Chuan found the master fighting professor's workshop and knocked on the door three times: "Is the professor there? I'm Yu Chuan, your teaching assistant for the next school year."

……

No one answered.

Yu Chuan knocked three more times patiently, then repeated what he had just said in a slightly raised voice.

"...Come in." After a while, a lazy voice sounded like just waking up.

Yu Chuan pushed the door open and entered. A man was lying on the sofa, covering his face with a hat, resting his head under his arms, and sleeping with one leg bent.

Yu Chuan blinked—why is this scene so familiar?

Every time he went to the post office to deliver a letter, the sole worker always looked like he didn't get enough sleep.Not only is he passive and sabotage, but he also has a big temper. If anyone wants to make him fall asleep, he will have someone perform a show in front of the street. Whether it is a nobleman or a master practitioner, flying is just a word.It is said that I have been complained thousands of times, but I still go my own way.

The man on the sofa stretched out a finger to poke the hat open, and shot him a look.

——Even this action is the same!

Yu Chuan watched him stretch, took the hat off his face, and sat up sleepily with his messy hair: "It's you."

"It's you!" Yu Chuan said.

It's really the post office worker, why is he here?Where is the professor?Is it possible to come in and out of the master professor's workshop at will, or even sleep through it?

"I'm Yu Chuan, next year's teaching assistant, who are you?" Yu Chuan asked curiously.

"Master melee combat professor." The man fell back on the sofa and squinted his eyes.

In the past at the post office, Yu Chuan usually wrote a letter and put it on his desk before leaving. He used a hat to cover his face all the year round, and Yu Chuan hardly even saw his face a few times.Occasionally, I saw this guy who made the post office almost invisible for sleeping. He usually wears the hood on the cloak when he goes to and from get off work. The brim of the hat barely covers his chin. It is amazing that he can walk normally. No one has ever seen clearly what he looks like, and this is the first time Yu Chuan has seen his full appearance under normal light.

His shoulder-length light brown curly hair is fine and messy, with emerald eyes, sword eyebrows and thin lips, with a natural charm, and his gestures are free and easy, touching people's hearts.He looked lazy, slumped on the sofa, looking as soft as boneless, but Yu Chuan felt the demeanor of a top warrior from him, and even reminded him of Xiao Ma and Xiu Shamu.

It's not like a sharp sword, but a glimmer of light that has been honed over the years.

Peaceful, quiet, calm, yet powerful to the extreme.

"My name is Gu Lancang."

"Professor Gu." Yu Chuan called out first, but then said uncertainly: "The post office and the college..." It's not that he has a bad memory, but that such a top martial artist will be a letter dispatcher?

"Oh, part-time job." Gu Lancang seemed to never be able to sit upright.

"What's the fun of a master martial artist receiving letters part-time?" Yu Chuan muttered quietly.

But Gu Lancang heard it and corrected him: "Teaching is a part-time job."

"..."

——So your dilapidated post office, which was closed for 1 days a month, is still full-time?

As a person who has lived in the training center for the fifth year, Yu Chuan has long been accustomed to the fact that "people with a bit of ability are usually a little eccentric." In short, few professors he saw were normal, especially The one in the lead.

Gu Lancang's teaching is very simple, just playing.

Either the practitioners practice with each other, and he lies next to him and watches, and says a few words after watching.Or just fight him directly, and then all of them will be beaten to the ground.

Fists, feet, knives, swords, guns, any weapon can be used at any time, every punch is accurate, and every move will never fail.

Yu Chuan wondered a few times whether he intentionally flattened the person until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and then he went back to recuperate, so as not to have to have classes every day.

But Gu Lancang's every move, attack and every sentence is extremely precise, and the faults pointed out by him must take several days of repeated practice to be effective.

The master-level courses are not divided into departments other than horse warfare. At this level, you must have a deep understanding of any weapon. The courses are difficult and cover a wide range. Gu Lancang is not very satisfied with the teaching assistants for many years , Changed one after another, all of them were trained until Yu Chuan took office.

Gu Lancang is very satisfied with this assistant, smart, quick to learn, not only resistant to beatings but also beating others, he is sharp and straightforward when dealing with these master-level practitioners, he hardly beats people out of the shadows, which saves him a lot of trouble .

When Uncle Gu was in a good mood, he could play a few games with Yu Chuan almost every day.

After Yu Chuan saw him showing his long whip for the first time, he immediately confirmed that he was the one who shot at the Chinese Clothing Festival last year, a proper legendary warrior.

He didn't know the specific deeds of the twin stars in troubled times, but he knew that Gu Lancang must have an unusual past just like Ma Boyuan.

77. Chapter 77

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Gu Lancang's best weapon is the gold wire iron whip. The long whip has a long distance and a tricky angle. In his hands, it can be used like an arm and a finger. He often beats Yu Chuan like he is facing the enemy from the back and the back, and is surrounded by thousands of troops. a feeling of.

With Gu Lancang practicing with him, at most one more year, he will be able to break through Li Jin's encirclement!

Gu Lancang would also chat with him during the break after practice, asking him about his previous experiences and people he knew.Yu Chuan didn't have many friends, and when he was in the shelter, he only