Chapter 6 This style is wrong!
Notting City, this ordinary little county town in Douluo Continent is Qianqian's first stop for training.
Not only because of Tang San, but also because of Yu Xiaogang who abandoned Bibi Dong...
In the original novel of Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong can be said to have let down many people. She let down her daughter and Spirit Hall, but she is absolutely worthy of Yu Xiaogang!
To be honest, Yu Xiaogang is not worthy!
In order to persuade Bibi Dong to come out and train, Qianqian tried her best. In the end, she finally used her ability to predict the future to reassure Bibi Dong.
Although she was relieved, she still sent people to secretly protect Qianqian. Qianqian didn't care about this. He really regarded Bibi Dong as his mother and there was nothing he needed to hide from her.
Starting from Spirit City and heading to Notting City, even if it was a hurried journey, it could be regarded as a kind of training.
"System, don't I have twin spirits? And where did the Demon Sword and Demon Kai come from?" Qian Qian frowned, baffled. According to the law of conservation of energy, the system wouldn't give anything away for free. Nothing comes easy.
The so-called "unearned gain" is nothing more than squandering your past self or overdrawing your future self...
"Ding, the host's King's Treasure (Magic Modification) has arrived. The host needs to comprehend its specific abilities. The Demon Sword and Demon Kai are special products created under special conditions."
"Huh..." Qian Qian rolled her eyes. Damn, what's the difference between this and not saying anything at all? No matter how hard I try, I can't sense a second spirit.
Never mind, Blue Silver Emperor is enough... not to mention the Demon Sword and Demon Kai. These two pieces of equipment are no less powerful than a spirit!
Thinking of this, Qian Qian summoned the amethyst coffin, which had straps, as if designed for walking. Carrying the coffin, Qian Qian's face changed drastically. It felt like carrying a mountain!
After awakening his spirit, Qianqian's physical fitness had vastly improved. While his arms weren't as strong as a thousand pounds, they were more than capable of 200 to 300 pounds. But he hadn't expected the coffin to be so heavy. It must have weighed over 400 pounds...
But... carrying it, being close to it, felt so safe and comfortable!
Qianqian pursed her lips, thinking it was just exercise!
And so, a few months later, the sight of a young child carrying a coffin appeared on the streets of Notting City.
Wuhun City wasn't far from Notting City, and three months was plenty of time for the start of the Notting Academy term.
However, with Qianqian's frequent stops and starts, a month's journey stretched into three.
Qianqian had a profound understanding of the truth that traveling ten thousand miles is better than reading ten thousand books. He encountered all kinds of people along the way.
There were boys who mistook him for a girl.
There were girls who pinched his face.
There were those who offered him food and asked about his well-being.
There were also those who attempted to rob or kidnap children.
What's even more infuriating is that someone even set their eyes on their coffin and wanted to take it by force. Originally, the old man hadn't needed a coffin in the past few years, but from the moment he attacked Qianqian, his family had to prepare a coffin for him.
After all, the bishop who secretly protects the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is no pushover.
Qianqian's strength increased a lot during the journey, but every time he felt his strength increase, the weight of the amethyst coffin also increased. The coffin that originally weighed more than 400 pounds now weighed more than 600 pounds. Qianqian's understanding of the coffin also deepened a lot.
This coffin is like a movable tent, extremely safe. During the nights of the journey, Qianqian slept in the coffin with the magic sword in his arms.
Walking on the streets of Notting City, the shouts and hawking sounds were continuous. Although not as prosperous as Spirit City, it was more lively.
"Xiao San! Grandpa will drop you off at the academy and then go back. Listen to the teachers when you're alone there, and don't leave without permission. Grandpa Jack will come pick you up at the end of the semester. It will be almost Chinese New Year by then."
Tang San was leaving home for the first time, after all, and he felt a bit nervous. He instinctively asked, "Grandpa Jack, are you leaving so soon?"
Old Jack smiled wryly, "A hotel isn't something we poor people can afford. You must strive to do well. I hope you'll be a Spirit Master the next time Grandpa sees you. If that happens, we in the Holy Spirit Village will be proud of you."
Perhaps it was fate, Qian Qian stretched and opened her eyes to see an old man and a young girl.
Tang San had been watching Old Jack intently, but he subconsciously turned his head to look ahead.
The two looked at each other, and Tang San frowned. A familiar feeling filled him with the urge to approach the little girl.
Then, Tang San did just that...
"Um... little sister, do you know how to get to Notting College?"
Qianqian's mouth twitched. If this person wasn't his own brother, he would definitely slap Tang San to death!
"I'm Blue Boy!" Qianqian rolled his eyes at Tang San. He was so cute, of course he was a boy!
"So cute." As if possessed by some strange force, Tang San reached out and pinched Qianqian's little face.
Qianqian: Shocked! I didn't expect Tang San to be such a person...
"Little San!" Old Jack slapped Tang San's hand away and pulled Tang San behind him. He bowed to Qianqian and said, "Little friend, my grandson was a little unreasonable. I apologize on his behalf."
After all, this was in the city. Looking at the luxurious coffin Qianqian was carrying behind her, Old Jack knew that Qianqian was no ordinary person.
Old Jack was also puzzled. Why did Xiao San, such an honest child, become unable to walk when he saw a pretty girl? And even flirted with the girl?
Qian Qian covered her face and took a step back in shock, staring at Tang San with her big eyes without blinking. Even Tang San felt embarrassed by the look.
"I'm sorry, it was subconscious, I couldn't help it, and..."
"It's okay..." Qian Qian put the coffin down, hiding her small body behind the coffin, and poked her little head out to look at Tang San. No way... I'm so cute, I won't turn my third brother gay...
"Well... my name is Qian Qian."
"My name is Tang San, and my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. Although it's a useless martial soul, I am born with full soul power!" Tang San didn't know what was wrong with him. He always wanted to show off in front of this child.
Qian Qian's scalp was tingling, and she shouted in her heart, "Oh my God!" Could it be... I really have turned you gay...
"You're a spirit master too, and you go to Notting College, too?"
"Yes, I'm the only part-time student in our village."
Qianqian was dumbfounded. This wasn't the Third Brother I knew...
"How impressive..." Qianqian swallowed, inching closer to the coffin. So...
"Well, let's go report together. I'll protect you once we get to Notting College!"
"Uh-huh... OK." Something was wrong! Could it be that because we're twins, I'm taking half of Third Brother's nutrition, and he's lost his mind? Oh my god...
Notting Junior Spirit Master College was located west of Notting City. Old Jack had asked passersby several times before finally bringing Tang San and Qianqian there.
From a distance, they could already see a tall archway, twenty meters wide and ten meters high, built entirely of solid rock. Beneath it stood two iron gates, gleaming black. Tang San could tell at a glance that they were forged from the finest iron.
Through the iron bars, one could see a winding path leading directly inside, a large road lined with tall trees.
In the center of the archway were four large characters: "Notting Academy."
Just from the gate itself, one could tell how important the Soul Master profession was in Douluo Continent, and this was just a junior Soul Master academy.
Old Jack and Tang San had just reached the gate when they were immediately stopped by the young gatekeeper. "What are you doing?
Is this a place for you country bumpkins?" Oh, Qianqian, the little devil, was already losing her temper. "Mm- ...
Old Jack's attire would have been considered impressive in Holy Soul Village, but in Notting City, he looked like a complete country bumpkin. The concierge looked at him with a touch of disdain.
Old Jack quickly apologised, saying, "Hey, young man, we're from Holy Soul Village. This child is our student-partner this year. What paperwork do we need to go through?"
The concierge frowned and said sarcastically, "Can a phoenix emerge from a grassy nest? Someone in a small village possesses soul power? The academy hasn't had a student-partner in years. You're not fakes, are you?"
A flicker of anger flashed in Old Jack's eyes, but he swallowed his anger and produced the certificate issued by Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Spirit Hall, and handed it to the concierge.
The janitor took the certificate and looked it over. "Blue Silver Grass as your spirit? And you have innate full spirit power? How ridiculous! This is ridiculous. I've been a janitor at the academy for four years, and I've never heard of a student with innate full spirit power.
This kid's spirit is Blue Silver Grass, and he can have full spirit power? I think you must have forged this Spirit Hall certificate."
He turned his head and glanced at Qianqian. "And you! Where's your certificate? You're carrying a broken coffin to school. Are you here to go to school or to attend a funeral?"
Oh! This is intolerable. Even my uncle can tolerate it, and my aunt can't! I'm so well-behaved and cute, are you blind? !
Qianqian was about to take a step forward when old Jack pulled him back. "You're deliberately making things difficult for me. Okay, wait, I'll go find the deacon of the Spirit Hall. Xiaosan, let's go." With that, Jack turned around and walked towards the city with Tang San and Qianqian.
The certificate of the Spirit Hall branch naturally couldn't be fake, and the gatekeeper knew it too. However, people who come to send off new students will generally be a little more considerate, especially those from civilian families. The so-called "It's easier to deal with the King of Hell than with the little devils" is just like this.
Old Jack was born in the countryside, and although he was a village chief, he didn't understand these things.
The gatekeeper was a little uneasy. If the people from the Spirit Hall really came, he would not be able to bear it. Of course, he also believed that the people from the Spirit Hall would never come to the academy to question them for these two country bumpkins.
He was depressed in his heart, and the words he said were naturally not pleasant, "Saint Soul Village, I think Beggar Village is more like it."
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