Douluo: Determined to protect the dark Qianrenxue

Chapter 58 Yu Yiji

I am an ordinary drinker. Today I came to a hotel to drink, and the person sitting next to me was my friend.

While drinking and drinking, a middle-aged man suddenly walked in.

For some reason, as soon as this man came in, the hotel became noisy.

I thought to myself, it must be that this person is extraordinary.

The man has a thin figure, a quaint jacket, and simple trousers.

The most amazing thing is his face.

It is really long deviant, innovative, eclectic, and very innovative.

I couldn't help admiring inwardly, this person who looks like this has attracted such a response, it must be a person who can't be judged by his appearance.

My friend told me that his name is Master, a guy who studies martial arts.

I couldn't help being in awe. I was a scholar, so there was nothing wrong with being sloppy.

It’s not that I really admire academic researchers that much, because this friend of mine is also engaged in theoretical research. It seems a little impolite if I sneer.

My friend has a rare body spirit: brain.

It looks very powerful, but in fact it has no fighting power. It is nothing more than strengthening the brain. Its memory is several times that of ordinary people, and its intelligence is also quite high.

He has been stuck at level 39 for decades now, it's not that he can't make progress, it's just because he can get stuck in the level, and he goes to the Wuhun Hall to receive a hundred gold soul coins every month, so life is really uncomfortable.

It's not that Wuhundian is stupid, it's just that he feels that his stay in Wuhundian will bring more benefits than a hundred gold soul coins per month, and both sides have tacit understanding.

I feel the weak breath of this master, and I must have been stuck in the level, but it seems to be only level 29.

Sure enough, literati have their own strength of character, and they don't want to be greedy for money.

This is probably the reason why a gentleman does not eat what is cheap.

I was so absorbed in my speculations that I didn't even notice my friend's giggles after introducing the master.

At this time, I looked at the master again. He seemed to be thinking about which table to sit at.

But these are not amazing enough, but he walks with a limp, and he looks like he is clamping his buttocks, which seems to be full of stories.

He must have had a very fulfilling life these days.

I saw him hesitate for a long time, found a table next to me and sat down.

Probably because I was one of the very few people in the hotel who didn't whisper about him.

"Yu Xiaogang, you've got a new scar on your face!" an unknown drinker laughed loudly.

The master did not answer, but said to the waiter: "I want a jar of aged wine, and prepare a plate of peanuts, and cut half a catty of beef."

Then, the master lined up nine silver soul coins on the table.

Suddenly, I felt the table next to me shake and the ground rustle.

After I first ruled out the cause of the vibration caused by Allen's ground honking, I was at a loss for the time being.

Unexpectedly, I turned my head and saw a man next to him, with his right leg leaning against the table leg, shaking like chaff, and his heel like a chicken pecking at rice, as if he was pedaling a sewing machine.

From a distance, it looks like a middle-aged Parkinson's ant.

I squinted for a long time, filled with emotion.

Because this man is the so-called master.

But this is in a hotel. If it were in a sewing shop, I would have let this bastard put two clothes on for my grandfather.

Just when I was full of emotions, a slightly drunk man shook the bottle and shouted, "You must have gone to the Wuhun Temple again, and was chased and beaten by the scholars there."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened and he said, "How can you insult people's innocence out of thin air?"

"What's your innocence? I saw you steal Deacon Tang Jiafeng's thesis yesterday, and you were hanged and beaten."

Yu Xiaogang blushed, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out, arguing, "Stealing can't be considered stealing... Stealing!... What about scholars can be counted as stealing?"

A series of incomprehensible words, such as martial arts, soul power, etc., caused everyone to burst into laughter.

There is a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the store.

Listening to the discussion of the big brothers in the back, the master also came from a big family when he was young, but after all, because Wuhun mutated from a dragon to a pig, he was expelled from the family, and he couldn't make a living, so he got poorer and poorer, and finally he could only go to Wuhun The temple has eaten soft food from his girlfriend.

Fortunately, with the help of his girlfriend, he borrowed a lot of books from the Sutra Pavilion of the Wuhun Palace, and later on, he became a parrot, teaching for other people's Soul Master Academy, and earning a living.

It's a pity that he is not very capable, but his heart is higher than the sky, and he is very lonely. After staying for a few days, he despises the mediocre qualifications of the students.

After that, they ran away packed up with their rice bowls.

Several times in a row, no one even asked him to teach.

After the master drank half a bowl of wine, his flushed face gradually returned to normal, and others asked again, "Master, are you really engaged in the study of martial arts?"

The master looked at the person who asked him, showing disdain to argue.

They went on to say, "How come you can't even reach the [-]th level? Don't you want to? Or is it difficult for a doctor to heal himself."

It wasn't some man who didn't know if he was drunk and said: "I heard that there is a Xiaogang paradox in the academic world. It is said that the master has a saying that there is no waste spirit, but only waste soul masters. But he It's very strange that I've been stuck at level 29 for decades and yet refuse to admit that I'm useless."

The master immediately showed a depressed and uneasy look, his face was covered with a layer of gray, and he said some words, but this time they were all talking about others, and some of them didn't understand.

At this time, everyone also laughed:

There is a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the store.

I meditated in my heart, after being so humiliated, this master can finally stop eating and drinking.

Unexpectedly, when I was young, the sound of sighs resounded through the hotel, mixed with the voices of these big men who had been drinking for three rounds, and seemed out of place.

I saw the master's expression was distressed, his mourning was endless, and his sighs were high-frequency, powerful and continuous.

Then, eyes in twos and threes looked at him.

The master didn't dare to care about these things, so he stopped, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, and fiddled with the Tianling cover, in fact, he wanted to cover up.

All of a sudden, "snowflakes" were flying, dazzling under the light, and some snowflakes even crossed the ocean and floated to my desk.

It seems that at the handover of spring and summer, it suddenly brought me to the winter covered in silver.

I squinted for a long time, filled with emotion.

Fan Zhongyan once said: Worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joys later.

Seeing the master so sad and sighing, he must be seeking the welfare of the world's soul masters and the common people.

In such a state, I am ashamed of myself.

But this is in a hotel, if this is in a temple, I will burn two sticks of incense to this turtle son, and regard him as a saint.

All of a sudden, another crackling sound was heard, which suddenly sounded like thunder.

I looked out the window, and the sky was clear and clear.

Looking sideways, it turned out that the master was getting impatient while waiting for the dishes, and he couldn't help tapping the table with his fingers and his slovenly nails.

Ten fingers are dancing on the table, and the pen is flying like a snake, with the momentum of Wang Xizhi's penmanship.

I squinted for a long time, filled with emotion.

But this is in a hotel, if this is in a carpenter's shop, I'd have to let this trash carve me a Venus with a broken arm.

When the wine was full, I was probably really bored, so I got angry from my heart, and the evil turned to the gallbladder, and I kicked at the master.

This kick contains my strong soul power of level 42.

Only a scream was heard, which was strange and strange, and the sound was heard in the empty valley, and the sorrow turned for a long time.

Then, the master next to him fell silent.

Just like the Bengal monitor lizard subdued by the third brother, it died down.

There is a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the store.

Maybe the master really knew that he was cowardly.

(End of this chapter)