Chapter 12 From now on, we are just ordinary master and apprentice!
After finishing his meal, Tang San stood quietly at the door of the restaurant waiting for his master. The saying "once a teacher, always a father" was not just a saying to Tang San. However, he was also confused and doubted whether his principles were correct.
"Hmm~" Qian Qian squeaked, "Third brother, I was wrong..."
"Ah?" Tang San was quite surprised. He didn't expect Qian Qian to give in on this matter. He admitted his mistake even though he was right.
"No, you're right. I can still tell right from wrong."
"Emmmm," Qian Qian said weakly, "Third brother, you're not angry?"
Tang San suddenly felt a little amused. "Why should I be angry? I'm just a little confused. I don't know if becoming his disciple is the right thing to do."
"Oh, that's it." Qian Qian held up a finger. "First, I'm just simply annoyed with that guy. This has nothing to do with Third Brother. Second, the master's theory is still very famous.
Third Brother will definitely benefit from studying with him. After all, he can see Third Brother's twin spirits through his theory. Third, he's good to Third Brother. Third Brother is a genius. I believe he won't treat Third Brother unfairly."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah." Qian Qian patted Tang San's shoulder and left the restaurant. He was afraid that Yu Xiaogang would be unable to resist and attack him when he came out.
As they walked, Qian Qian asked the system, "System, give me an explanation?"
"What explanation does the host need?" The system's cold and emotionless voice echoed in Qian Qian's mind.
"Why won't the Demon Sword accept my control?"
"Host, do you know the Demon Sword's origins?"
Qianqian frowned endearingly. "The Demon Sword, it should come from Chinese Paladin III, right?"
"That's right. The Demon Sword is the weapon wielded by the protagonist Jingtian in Chinese Paladin III. It was forged by Jingtian's previous life, Longyang, the Crown Prince of the Jiang Kingdom, using the virgin blood of Longkui, the Jiang Kingdom's princess.
It's a living sword, capable of transforming hatred, resentment, and the will to fight into its own spiritual power. Few in the Six Realms can match it. This sword has spanned millennia, intertwined with Jingtian's past and present lives.
It is Jingtian's most beloved treasure, and is inextricably linked to his fate."
The system's voice paused at this point. "The Modified Demon Sword is also a living sword. It has also spanned countless years, even reincarnation."
"So..." Qianqian's eyes gleamed. "The Demon Sword has a spirit?"
"Indeed."
Qianqian waved her hand, summoning the Demon Sword. Her small fingers gently traced the blade of the Demon Sword, and she spoke softly, "Thank you for standing up for me..."
"Om~"
The magic sword vibrated slightly, as if responding to Qianqian.
The scene changed~
This is the master's dormitory, a room located in the corner of the top floor of the dormitory building. The room is not big, only about thirty square meters. The things inside are also very simple, with only a bookshelf filled with various books occupying two walls that caught Tang San's attention.
The master took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to Tang San, "Eat first. It's the time for growth, and the food can't be too bad."
Tang San was stunned for a moment, opened the paper bag, and saw two chicken legs and a steamed bun inside. It was still warm.
Tang San looked at the master, his lips trembling slightly, "Teacher..."
"Alright, eat quickly, I have something to say to you after dinner. The time of youth cannot be wasted." The master said lightly with a calm and serious face.
Tang San's face was complicated, he remembered what Qianqian said to him.
"The master will definitely tempt you with food or bedding."
"Don't believe it? Time will tell."
Perhaps the Master truly cared about Tang San, but there was a real rift between Tang San and the Master.
Trust is essential for human interaction, and Qianqian had shattered the trust between Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
As for why?
As Qianqian had said, he simply disliked Yu Xiaogang! A coward! A fickle coward! His spirit was so inferior, yet Bibi Dong still loved him, even to the end. And what about Yu Xiaogang? After being expelled from the Spirit Hall by the previous Pope, he chose to escape, to give up, to choose Liu Erlong!
Tang San ate the two chicken legs with a complicated expression, his mind so preoccupied that he didn't even taste them.
"You are six years old, born with full spirit power, and twin spirits. Release your other spirit and let me see it."
Tang San breathed a sigh of relief. Qianqian was right. He was worthy of being my teacher and wouldn't harm me. That... was enough!
Tang San raised his left hand, and a surge of black light erupted, condensing into the small hammer.
Seeing the hammer in Tang San's hand, Grandmaster abruptly rose from his seat, his eyes filled with excitement. He stared intently at the hammer, muttering, "Tang San, Tang San, last name Tang... Okay, you should put your spirit away. Don't reveal it to others easily. Never attach spirit rings to this spirit without my permission. Remember this."
Just as his father had said, he could be trusted.
Tang San adjusted his attitude and asked a few questions, which Grandmaster answered in turn.
Before leaving, the master said, "Tomorrow is the opening ceremony, and formal classes will begin the day after tomorrow. However, for you, this is just a waste of time. The most urgent task now is to enable your martial soul to continue to practice.
After accepting you as my disciple this morning, I thought about it carefully. You will leave the academy with me early tomorrow morning. I will take you to find a suitable spirit ring so that you can advance to the spirit master level."
"Okay, teacher." Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Yu Xiaogang raised his eyebrows, "Just say whatever you want to say."
"Teacher, Xiaoqian also has innate full soul power. Can he go hunting soul beasts with us?"
The master's already stiff face became even uglier, "Xiaosan, what do you think of Qianqian?"
Tang San said with a stiff face, "I think Xiaoqian is very good. Although he is a little childish sometimes, he is very sincere to his friends. Moreover, although his martial soul is a mutated blue silver grass, he has a companion weapon and his talent is also very strong."
The master's brows twisted suddenly, "You mean that the amethyst coffin and the sword are the companion weapons of his martial soul?"
"Yes, so, becoming friends with Xiaoqian..."
Before Tang San finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Xiaosan, Qianqian is too murderous! I originally thought that his amethyst coffin and the sword were magical weapons inherited from the family, but it is a companion weapon. Do you know what this means?"
Tang San stood aside waiting for the next words.
"This means Qianqian's talent may surpass yours!" The master's eyes flickered, and he murmured softly, "With such talent, it's unfortunate to be in the same generation as you. If there's a chance, it would be best..."
The master didn't say anything else, and waved to Tang San, "You can go back. If Qianqian wants to go with you, then go with her."
"Thank you, teacher." Tang San bowed to the master with joy and left the teachers' dormitory.
As he left the dormitory, the joy on his face disappeared, and he murmured in a voice that only he could hear:
Xiaoqian persuaded me to accept you, and you actually want to harm Xiaoqian. From now on, we are just ordinary master and apprentice.
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