Yu Xiaogang and Mo Xuan
"Besides, what does the academy have to do with you?"
Ma Hongjun ignored his crowding, breathing rapidly, stared at him closely and asked:
"Tell me first, where is that college?! What's its name?!"
The tall and thin man was a little frightened by the eagerness in his eyes, and with a sense of superiority to show off that he knew the information, he snorted and said:
"How do I know where it is specifically? I also heard from Wang Laoda's family that we are from the same village."
"It seems... I heard what they said, what's the name of that college, Shrero College? It's probably on the east side of Suotuo City, right? I can't tell the exact location."
His tone was very uncertain, and it was obvious that he was just hearing what he said.
But when these words fell into Ma Hongjun's ears, they were like a thunder!
Shrek! Flender Dean!
The information in the dream surged up instantly and matched up perfectly with the words of my roommate!
It's not a coincidence, it's definitely not a coincidence!
The huge shock and ecstasy instantly overwhelmed the hesitation and powerlessness in Ma Hongjun's heart.
He originally just wanted to find clues to Heaven Dou City, but he made a mistake and confirmed the authenticity of part of the dream!
Shrek Academy is real! Then, Dean Flender must also exist!
"East...Shrek Academy...Flender..." Ma Hongjun's eyes were frighteningly bright and he repeated in a low voice, his chest rising and falling violently with excitement.
If we can find Dean Flender, can we find the way to Heaven Dou City through him?
Even... Dean is well-informed, will he know the solution to Evil Fire?
After all, in the dream, the dean later learned about his situation!
This thought is like wildfire, starting a prairie fire in an instant.
Heaven Dou City, which was originally out of reach, seems to have a vaguely identifiable path because of the two names "Shrek" and "Flender".
He couldn't hold it in any longer, turned around and rushed out of the dormitory, not even bothering to say hello to the two roommates who looked baffled.
He is going to the east of the city! Go and find out now!
Suotuo City Eastern suburbs, a secluded open space adjacent to the village.
A few slightly dilapidated wooden houses, a simple fence, and a crooked-necked tree with a wooden sign of "Shrek Academy" hanging crookedly - that's all.
At this moment, in the yard, a thin boy with a slightly pale complexion was running hard around a small open space, carrying a large stone on his back.
Sweat soaked through his thin clothes, leaving dark marks on the ground.
His lips were pursed tightly, but there was a stubbornness in his eyes.
His name is Mo Xuan, twelve years old, Martial Soul Moro Vine, level 27 second ring Battle Soul Grandmaster.
In this "Monster Academy" with only three students, he is already the one with the highest level of cultivation.
"The speed is too slow! The leg strength is wrong! The core of the waist and abdomen must be stable!"
A middle-aged man wearing a starched white gown and a stiff and serious face stood on the sidelines, holding a notebook in his hand, recording something from time to time, and uttering stern scoldings.
It's exactly Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang.
Mo Xuan gritted his teeth, worked hard to adjust his posture, and tried to do better according to the teacher's instructions.
Every breath I took was filled with burning pain, but my heart was filled with gratitude and conviction for the figure on the sidelines.
Ever since I met Yu Xiaogang and was impressed by his incomparable knowledge, Martial Soul Theory, and after I became a student, Mo Xuan felt that he was lucky.
The teacher not only planned the future development direction of Martial Soul for him in detail, pointing out that Moro Vine should focus on control and phagocytosis characteristics, but also formulated a strict training plan for him, and personally took care of his daily diet. Although the preparation was simple, it was said that it was all based on his physique.
From the perspective of Mo Xuan, who comes from an ordinary background and has never received such detailed attention, this is simply a reinvention of kindness.
He often even thought to himself, "It would be great if I could meet the teacher earlier! With the teacher's theoretical guidance, my First Soul Ring might be able to challenge the Limit Spirit Ring that is about four hundred years old, as the teacher said, instead of the Ghost Vine that is only more than a hundred years old..."
Naturally, he didn't know that the theoretically invincible Grandmaster in front of him was stuck at level twenty-nine for his entire life, Soul Power.
If they had really met a few years ago, with Yu Xiaogang's overly idealistic theory that often ignores the actual affordability of Soul Master and the scarcity of Soul Beast, his First Soul Ring might not even last a hundred years, and there is a greater chance that it will be a white Ten-Year Spirit Ring.
"Stop!" Yu Xiaogang looked at the sky and finally spoke.
Mo Xuan As if he had received an amnesty, he staggered a few steps and reluctantly put down the stone. He put his hands on his knees and gasped for air. His eyes went black for a while.
"Today's training ends here. This is a medicinal meal prepared for you. Drinking it will help restore your physical strength and strengthen your body."
Yu Xiaogang brought a bowl of soup that was turbid in color and exuded a strange smell, and said in an unquestionable tone.
Mo Xuan took it and drank it without any hesitation.
The taste was bitter and spicy, but he was only moved.
The teacher even prepared medicinal food for him. He cultivated it with such care, so what reason did he have for not working hard?
However, what he couldn't see was that his over-consumed body had already developed a slight internal deficit.
Yu Xiaogang Those so-called "nutritional meals" and "medicinal meals" are more based on book theories, with little actual effect, and cannot make up for the huge consumption caused by this high-intensity, almost-squeezing training.
There may not be any major problems in the short term, but in the long run, hidden damage will accumulate and damage to the foundation is almost inevitable.
His pale face and the slight pain that occasionally came from his joints during training were already early signs, which he attributed to his lack of effort or a normal reaction after training.
Yu Xiaogang watched Mo Xuan take the medicinal food. The stiff facial lines seemed to soften a little, and his eyes showed a look that was mixed with satisfaction and some kind of complicated expectation.
He patted Mo Xuan on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Very good. Remember, there is no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master."
"Your Moro Vine has great potential. As long as you practice strictly according to my theory, your future achievements may not be lower than those top Martial Soul."
"Take a rest for a while, come to my room in the evening, and I will explain to you the taboos and optimal solutions for the next step of Spirit Ring."
"Yes! Teacher!" Mo Xuan endured the soreness of his body and the discomfort in his stomach and responded loudly, his eyes full of reverence.
Yu Xiaogang nodded, clasping his hands behind his back, turned and walked towards his wooden house filled with books and notes.
His back was stretched out in the sunset, exuding a stubborn academic aura that was incompatible with this dilapidated college.
Mo Xuan looked at the teacher's back, took a deep breath, and forced himself to stand up straight.
He believes that under the guidance of his teacher, his future will be completely different.
Shrek Academy may be small, but the name of monster will eventually be resounding throughout the continent because of students like them.
On the forest path not far from the college, a chubby figure, sweating profusely, was anxiously asking the nearby farmers about something.
The farmer shook his head blankly and pointed to the desolate area further east.
Ma Hongjun wiped his sweat and looked at the seemingly endless dirt road to the east, his eyes becoming more determined.
Shrek, Flender... He must find it!
Suotuo City The setting sun in the eastern suburbs painted the dilapidated outline of the college and the running figure of the boy into dark gold.
Several seemingly unrelated destinies are executing along their own established trajectories, and the node where they finally intersect seems to be vaguely pointing to the distant majestic city named Heaven Dou, and the young man in white in the city who is always watching the chess game.
Inside Heaven Dou City, there is a quiet room in the small courtyard.
Fu Shiyan slowly withdrew his gaze from the distance, and a wisp of blue-gold Soul Power disappeared like smoke from his fingertips.
He picked up the slightly cool tea on the table and took a sip.
Everything is on the destiny track set by him.