Chapter 3 Friends
At the entrance of Hongshan College, Tang Ziran sent Tang Wulin to the entrance of the college before leaving. The college was very close to his home, so he told his son to go home directly after school. Looking at Nan Fusheng, who was also alone at the school gate, Tang Ziran sighed, but did not say much and went to work directly.
The Soul Master Class has a special teacher to pick up students at the entrance of the college, and the treatment is obviously much better than that of ordinary classes.
Ordinary classes only provide normal cultural education, while the Soul Master Class will teach these students who are born with soul power how to become a soul master, as well as the knowledge of soul masters, to prepare them for entering the secondary college in the future.
There are only sixteen students in this Soul Master Class. There are too few children whose martial spirits awaken their accompanying soul power, especially in a small city like Aolai City. This class is relatively large.
At this time, in the Soul Master Class where Nan Fusheng was...
"Hey, what is your martial spirit?" A short, chubby boy approached Nan Fusheng and asked.
They were all children of the same age, and they were full of curiosity about the upcoming Soul Master Class life.
Nan Fusheng said calmly, "It's a bug." A translucent bug was lying quietly on Nan Fusheng's hand, wriggling from time to time.
"Tsk," the little fat boy said disdainfully, "It's a bug! It's useless." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
Nan Fusheng didn't say much, but just watched the little fat boy quietly ask the children around him what their martial spirits were.
Soon the little fat boy asked Tang Wulin, and the two sides seemed to have some disputes. Tang Wulin said unconvincedly, "What about you? What's your martial spirit?"
The little fat boy snorted, waved his right hand, a cold light flashed, and a short knife appeared in his hand, "See, my martial spirit is a knife. If I can cultivate to the title of Douluo in the future, I will be called the Sword God Douluo. The innate soul power is level five. I can easily chop these blue silver grass into pieces."
Looking at the short knife in the other person's hand, and then looking at the blue silver grass in his palm, Tang Wulin suddenly remembered what his father said last night.
Is it really difficult to cultivate into a spirit master through Blue Silver Grass?
The other students also showed off their own martial spirits, each with its own characteristics, but no matter what martial spirit it was, it was at least much better than his Blue Silver Grass. Also because his martial spirit was Blue Silver Grass, the students who were divided into several groups no longer came to pay attention to him.
When Nan Fusheng saw this, he also realized that it was time for him to appear.
"I believe you can definitely become a powerful spirit master."
A passage in his ear made Tang Wulin turn around and look in the direction of Nan Fusheng. It's him, the man in the morning, Tang Wulin thought.
Just when he wanted to say something to Nan Fusheng, the teacher of the spirit master class clapped his hands.
"Hello everyone, I am your homeroom teacher Lin Ximeng. In the next three years, I will teach you the basic knowledge of soul masters. Now, please introduce yourselves, your names, martial spirits, and innate soul power levels."
There were only sixteen students, and the introductions were very fast. When Lin Ximeng heard Tang Wulin and Nan Fusheng introduce their martial spirits as blue silver grass and insects, she couldn't help but be a little surprised, and the other students laughed together.
Nan Fusheng didn't feel anything. After all, his martial spirit was not strong no matter how you looked at it. At least the blue silver grass could be used. The martial spirit of Tang San, the founder of the Tang Sect, was the "Blue Silver Emperor" evolved from the "blue silver grass". As long as we work hard, we may be able to do it. Excuse to comfort ourselves.
And he can't use the example of Huo Yuhao? But he didn't have a million-year-old soul beast to sacrifice, nor did he have an old grandfather who descended from the sky to give him inheritance. He only had a legacy from the "Lord of Mysteries", Nan Fusheng thought to himself a little amused.
Tang Wulin on the other side was different. Although Nan Fusheng had just comforted him, and now he was being laughed at by others like him, he was still a child, and his mentality was different from Nan Fusheng's. Tang Wulin's face flushed red, and he seemed to be holding back a fire in his heart.
Lin Ximeng's demeanor quickly returned to normal, and she smiled and said, "Today is your first day of class. The teacher will first tell you about the classification of martial spirits, and then guide you to do preliminary meditation in the afternoon. Meditation is the only way to exercise and improve your soul power. If you want to become a true soul master, you must work hard."
"As we all know, in our world, everyone has his or her own martial spirit. The martial spirit awakens at the age of six, and it can be any existence. Those with companion soul power can become soul masters through cultivation, which means you. So, what are the classifications of martial spirits?"
"First of all, martial spirits are divided into two categories: weapon martial spirits and beast martial spirits. Among them, those that appear in living beings are beast martial spirits. Those that appear in non-living beings are weapon martial spirits. Improve your martial spirit by cultivating soul power. When the soul power level breaks through level ten, you can officially become a soul master."
"There are two major categories of soul masters, namely combat soul masters and weapon soul masters. Those who cultivate martial spirits for the purpose of fighting are combat soul masters, and those who cultivate martial spirits for non-combat purposes are weapon soul masters. Whether it is martial spirits or soul masters, there are many small categories..."
Listening to Lin Ximeng's explanation of the classification of martial spirits and soul masters, Tang Wulin's resentment gradually disappeared. He has been curious about the profession of soul masters since he was a child. This knowledge is like a magnificent world that is opening a brand new door to him.
Nan Fusheng also listened carefully. Although he also knew the settings of Douluo Continent in his previous life, there is still a gap between novels and reality, not to mention that someone often eats book settings.
After telling some common sense about soul master cultivation, Lin Ximeng also began to teach some texts of Douluo Continent. After all, even soul masters are not born knowing. Nan Fusheng didn't listen so seriously to this part because he had already studied it by himself.
Time soon came to noon. The study life of the academy includes a lunch, and there is no limit. The students in the soul master class also have much better food than ordinary students.
Although he was a spirit master, Nan Fusheng's appetite was only slightly more than that of an average child, but his neighbor Tang Wulin was different.
Tang Wulin ate so much that he was nicknamed "glutton". He ate so much that it was almost half of the other dozen classmates combined. It exceeded the appetite of an adult, which made Tang Wulin quite depressed.
"Being able to eat is a blessing. I envy you for being able to eat so carefree."
Tang Wulin turned his head and looked at the side. It was him, the man in the morning.
"Do you really believe that I can become a powerful spirit master?"
Tang Wulin looked at Nan Fusheng, not knowing what to say for a moment, and finally said this sentence in a timid manner.
"Of course, didn't the teacher of Sea God Tang San, the famous 'master' in history, say: There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters?"
Nan Fusheng said something that he didn't believe himself.
However, Tang Wulin believed it, and he clenched his fists, "That's right, there are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters, thank you."
Looking at Tang Wulin who seemed to be PUA, Nan Fusheng also echoed him. After these few words, the distance between Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin was shortened a lot.
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