Chapter 16 Where the dream begins

Before I knew it, it had been twelve days.

The carriage has arrived at the border of Tiandou Empire.

This stop is called Noting City. After walking north for about ten days, you can reach Wuhun City, the holy land of soul masters.

Looking at the tired expressions of Meng Yuan and Dugu Yan, Ju Douluo said: "After traveling for so many days, you two little guys are also tired, and our supplies are almost exhausted. Then let's stay here first. Make some supplies and continue on your way in the afternoon!"

"Great!"

Hearing Yue Guan's words, Meng Yuan and Dugu Yan instantly became energetic.

Looking at his disciple's expression, Yue Guan couldn't help but smile.

These two little guys have been really tormented these days.

In the morning, I listened to Yue Guan's lectures on various pharmacology and soul beast knowledge, and in the afternoon, I had to meditate. At night, because of the small space in the car, I slept very uncomfortable. For two young children, this was indeed excruciating.

In the past ten days, Yue Guan has become more and more delighted with his disciple, which is really a relief! He is fluent in everything, he is humble and eager to learn, and he can draw inferences from one instance to another. Even he cannot explain some problems clearly.

Thinking of this, Yue Guan glanced at Dugu Yan.

On the contrary, the granddaughter of the old poisoner seems much stupider.

Sighing, Yue Guan shook his head slightly: "Okay, you two will go to the city to buy some supplies. Yuan'er, you can go to the Soul Master Academy in the city to take a look. Yu Xiaogang is here. Teaching in a junior soul master academy.”

It’s not a shame, but Yu Xiaogang does have two brushes.

You can diss his character, but you cannot question his academic achievements! After all, he compiled this from the thousands-year-old secrets of the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect and the database of the Spirit Hall. There is quite a lot of useful information.

He is indeed qualified to be called a "master" in the study of the "basic" theory of martial arts.

His theory also gave Mengyuan a lot of inspiration.

A flash of light flashed in Mengyuan's eyes: "Yes, teacher. Then we will walk around the city first."

This small rural town is not prosperous.

Even so, Dugu Yan was still very happy. No matter what, it was at least more comfortable than sitting on a carriage. Even a soul master will get tired if he maintains one position for a long time.

"Xiaoyuan, what should we do now?"

Mengyuan said: "Let's buy some food and water first. Our supplies are almost exhausted."

Yue Guan could go without food or water for dozens of days, but the two of them couldn't bear it. The delicious food they bought in Tiandou Imperial City has long been eaten up. After eating barbecue for five days in a row, the two of them have long been tired of it.

When the two of them passed by the Soul Master Academy in the city, they saw an old man and a child about the same age as Mengyuan arguing with the concierge.

There were many people gathered on the street, all watching the fun.

"What? You're not convinced. I said you are from a beggar's village. Am I wrong?"

"Look at this little poor guy, his clothes are all patched. I think you should go find a place to beg. Our Noting College is not a charity. Get out of here, get out of here."

With that said, the concierge pushed the old man to the ground.

"Grandpa Jack!"

The little black-haired boy stared at the concierge with great hatred.

The concierge was startled, then became angry and said, "What? You're not convinced!"

Oh, what a coincidence.

A wooden thorn flew and stuck directly into the concierge's heart.

"ah!"

The concierge only had time to scream, and all the muscles in his body shriveled up in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he was turned into a mummy and fell to the ground.

The wooden thorn inserted in his heart quickly grew green leaves. As the concierge's life passed by, the leaves on the wooden thorn quickly withered, and then a flower from the other side bloomed.

The scarlet flowers and the ferocious corpse formed a sharp contrast, but they did not seem inconsistent at all.

There was silence for a while, and everyone around screamed and ran away.

This was the first time in decades that a soul master killed someone in the street.

Old Jack was trembling and couldn't stand up.

Tang San, who was half-crouching on the ground supporting Old Jack, looked at the place where Bianhuahua flew.

I saw a little boy about the same size as him playing with the delicate Bana flower.

This boy is very good-looking. He is wearing luxurious silk clothes with delicate embroidery patterns. He also has an outstanding temperament. He is a noble at first glance.

Next to him stood a short-haired girl of twelve or thirteen years old.

Mengyuan smiled and threw the flowers into the air.

The flowers turned into red crystals all over the sky, twinkling under the eyes and looking very beautiful.

"Hello, my name is Meng Yuan."

Dugu Yan, on the other hand, said expressionlessly: "Those who disrespect the soul master should indeed be killed. Little brother, you don't have to be afraid."

Old Jack stood up tremblingly, then raised his hands and said, "Little old man, thank you two soul masters for your help!"

Tang San, on the other hand, raised his hands and said, "Thank you both."

Dugu Yan was slightly surprised and couldn't help complaining: The child was not frightened by the scene just now! With this look and expression, is he another precocious freak like Xiao Yuan?

Meng Yuan smiled and said: "You're welcome, it's just a little effort. What's your name?"

"Tang San, a student of this academy."

Mengyuan's face twitched slightly. Although he had already confirmed his identity, he still couldn't help but tremble when he heard the God King say his name.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but Mengyuan still maintained an elegant smile on his face: "Are you a student? Then why did this guy make things difficult for you just now?"

Mengyuan looked at the shriveled body of the concierge.

Old Jack sighed and told the story of the incident.

"What, innate soul power!"

"Or Bluesilver Grass?! Are you kidding me?"

Mengyuan and Duguyan both showed incredible expressions.

But one person is pretending and the other person is real.

Tang San's expression was a little unhappy. He stretched out a hand, and with a flash of light, a delicate blue silver grass appeared in Meng Yuan's hand.

Meng Yuan's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be surprised and said to Tang San: "It's really Blue Silver Grass! Tsk tsk, it's really rare."

Dugu Yan hugged his shoulders and said with great regret: "Oh, it's a pity that it is a useless martial spirit. This kind of weed that can be seen everywhere has no room for development. Whether it can withstand the spirit ring for ten years is a question."

The Dugu family is also a big family with a long history.

Although only Dugu Yan is left, it does not mean that the Dugu family's foundation on martial arts research has been lost.

Dugu Yan knows that the soul ring attached to the soul master's martial soul and the soul master's physical fitness are closely related to the quality of the martial soul.

The Tang San in front of him looked even thinner than an ordinary little girl, and the quality of his martial soul was even worse. So what if he was born with full soul power?

She felt very sorry for Tang San's talent.

Hearing Dugu Yan's words, Mengyuan was ecstatic: Sister Yanyan, this assist is beautiful!

He was worried about how to talk to Tang San and fool him.

Following this topic, I jumped into it all at once.

The protagonist does not follow the protagonist's group and does not side with Tang San