Under One Person: Dad’s Super God Journey

Chapter 11 The first day of missing Tohru

Cheng Yang waved his hand. The shadow that originally enveloped Zhang Chulan separated instantly and turned into a pool of water, flowing along his body back to the ground, and finally turned into a pool of shadow.

At this time, Zhang Chulan looked haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was breathing in fresh air.

"call--"

Zhang Chulan took a long breath and lay down on the ground.

"Zhang Chulan, what did you do just now? I feel like you were so scared."

Feng Baobao squatted in front of Zhang Chulan for approval, poked his face with his finger, and asked curiously.

"I felt like I was going crazy at the time. I seemed out of control. No matter what I saw, all I could think about was destruction and killing.

That feeling”

Zhang Chulan said fearfully. Even thinking about it now, he still can't help but feel heart palpitations.

He raised his hand and looked at it. The mask pattern originally printed on Cheng Yang's arm was still there, but compared to the previous dark color, the current pattern was much darker.

"Dad, what exactly are you printing for me?"

Zhang Chulan climbed up with his arms, touched the pattern on his arm, and asked Cheng Yang.

"This is the mark of the Black Shadow Corps. With this mark, you can summon the Black Shadow Corps.
But similarly, while using the power of the Black Shadow Corps, you will also be eroded by the power of the Black Shadow Corps. They will gradually amplify the dark side of your heart.
Just like you just summoned too many shadow soldiers at once, the dark side of you suppressed the current you, so you were eroded by the darkness. "

"Is there any backlash?"

Zhang Chulan's face instantly fell. He thought he had gained an awesome ability, but now it seems that he has a greater chance of being backlashed first.

"Dad, didn't you summon a lot of shadow troops before? Why didn't you get any reaction at all?"

"Dad is a disciple of the Archmage, and the spirit of justice will protect him."

Cheng Yang took a sip of coffee and said calmly.

Zhang Chulan: "?"

"In other words, your realm is not enough. When you are like dad, with a balance of yin and yang, you will naturally not be counterattacked by the shadow."

Hearing Cheng Yang's words, Zhang Chulan nodded without knowing it.

When he was a child, his grandfather seemed to have said something similar to him,
What yin and yang.
What a balance.
Although I have never quite understood it, it must be pretty awesome.

When he thought of this, Zhang Chulan's originally limp body seemed to gain momentum instantly. He jumped up like a carp, ran to Cheng Yang's side, and tapped his back.

"Hey, daddy."

Zhang Chulan showed a hard-working and flattering smile,
"Didn't you say before that you would teach me Qi magic if I persisted for five minutes?"

"Oh, it looks like dad is going to take on another apprentice."

Cheng Yang shook his head helplessly. He originally just used the Shadow Corps to kill Zhang Chulan, but he didn't expect that he actually persisted under the erosion of the shadow.

As a great mage, he naturally cannot break his promise.

"Starting from tomorrow, you will be Dad's disciple, and you will study magic with Dad every morning.

One more thing, you have to prepare a cup of coffee for Dad every morning, without sugar.

Also remember to prepare the magic materials that Dad needs in advance. This is what Xu Si promised to Dad.

By the way, one more thing, remember to clean dad’s puffer fish, and don’t forget dad’s dried lizard..."

Looking at Cheng Yang who talked endlessly whenever he talked, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
It seems that it is a little different from what I imagined.

"Well, dad..."

Zhang Chulan weakly raised his hand. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a finger slamming into his head.

It's not nerve-wracking, and the intensity is just right.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Chulan covered his head with a red envelope with both hands and looked at Cheng Yang aggrievedly.

"And the most important thing is not to interrupt Dad.

By the way, what did you just want to say? "

Zhang Chulan rubbed the big bump on his head and asked cautiously.

"Dad, doesn't our sect have any apprenticeship ceremony?

When I watch TV dramas, don’t those other awesome sects all have various rituals, processes, etc. that have been handed down? "

"ceremony?"

Cheng Yang looked at Zhang Chulan's expectant eyes and adjusted his glasses.

Is there any ceremony when you accept Tru as your apprentice?

"If you want to put it that way, it seems there is still one more step."

"Right, I'll tell you."

Zhang Chulan perked up instantly after hearing this. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a finger appear in front of his eyes again. "Ouch!!"

The feeling of pain made Zhang Chulan couldn't help but shed tears.

"That way, you'll be just like Tohru."

Seeing Zhang Chulan constantly rubbing his forehead, Chengyang also smiled happily.

It seemed as if I saw Toru's familiar and strong figure again in front of me.
Although I often quarrel with myself, when I encounter the devil, I will still stand firmly in front of myself.

I just don’t know if he can inherit his mantle and protect the world.

He also has his own antique shop. The antiques in it are all his treasures, and he doesn’t know if they will be lost by some careless person.
Oops, I miss Tohru’s first day,
aside,
Feng Baobao looked at the two people who were confused and tilted his head.

Incomprehensible
in the afternoon
Zhang Chulan walked down the stairs tremblingly, looking back and forgetting to glance at Cheng Yang who was still busy in the room, and then looked at the room next to him, which was full of books that Cheng Yang asked Xu Si to find about describing strangers and people. Qi's books.

He couldn't imagine how such an old man could remember the knowledge in the book after reading it once, and also remember where it was placed on the bookshelf.

What’s even more outrageous is that all the books I read were about basic theoretical knowledge about Qi or the alien world.

In Zhang Chulan's opinion, it is simply outrageous. It is no less than getting admitted to graduate school with great difficulty, only to find that his tutor has been reading elementary school mathematics all day long.
He spent the whole morning running between the two rooms.

"Zhang Chulan, the third book on the eighth row of the bookshelf, the one about the movement of Qi, give it to Dad."

"Zhang Chulan, bring the sixth book on the fourth row of the bookshelf, the one about the classification of aliens, to Dad."

"Zhang Chulan, bring daddy's dried puffer fish."

"Zhang Chulan, go make Dad a cup of coffee without sugar."

"Hey, where's dad's coffee? Do you want dad's old bones to fall apart?"

Recalling the memory of the morning, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but shudder.
In addition to various magic materials, he now has basic knowledge of various Qi in his mind.

As for the legendary air magic, he saw nothing except the dried puffer fish.

"Hey!"

Zhang Chulan sighed, rubbed his arms and walked slowly downstairs.

But he saw Feng Baobao lying on the sofa with his legs crossed and his nose pressed.

"Well, Sister Bao'er?"

Seeing Zhang Chulan going downstairs so quickly, Feng Baobao also stood up and said doubtfully in a dialect.

"Is it over with the old man?"

"Dad thought I was too stupid and kicked me out."

Zhang Chulan scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Then you will study with me this afternoon."

"Ah? Are you still studying?"

Zhang Chulan sat down on the sofa.

"Actually, becoming a heavenly master is a bit unrealistic for me, and I'm not interested in it either."

Zhang Chulan lay on the sofa like a salted fish and said indifferently.

"It's impossible not to be interested in the position of Heavenly Master.

But don’t you want to know the truth about your grandfather? "

After hearing Feng Baobao's words, the indifferent expression on Zhang Chulan's face gradually disappeared. His eyes looked at the ground a little lonely, and his hands turned sideways aimlessly.

"."

"Why did your grandfather use the golden light spell and thunder method secretly passed down by Tianshi Mansion?
I believe Xu Si has told you that Zhang Xilin has never been mentioned in the public records of Tianshi Mansion. So who is your grandfather and don’t you want to know his past?

If you want to know this, you can only seize this opportunity to climb up and become the heir to the Heavenly Master. Only then will you have the opportunity to come into contact with the person who may know the truth. "

As he said that, Feng Baobao slowly turned his eyes upstairs.

"Although that old man doesn't look very reliable, I can feel from his Qi that he is really strong.

Even though you looked scary when you were wrapped in that black shadow just now, I know that the old man has been observing and protecting you.
And when he is teaching you, I can also feel his seriousness,

Some things will never have the chance to be repeated, and all decisions are in your hands. "

"call--"

Zhang Chulan stood up from the sofa silently, glanced at his hands, and took a deep breath.

Opening his eyes again, his eyes were full of seriousness,

"You are right, Sister Bao'er."

Seeing Zhang Chulan's serious look, Feng Baobao also nodded silently.

Xu Si taught her this trick called chicken soup, and it really worked.

(End of this chapter)