Chapter 12: twelve

Chapter 12: The genius who wanders in the world
Tang Luo looked at the person in front of him, the rough linen could not conceal his strong figure, even if he leaned down to salute, he was not much shorter than himself. His hands were very sturdy and eye-catching. It seemed that he did not exercise much. But even though his face is fierce, but the tenderness between his brows and eyes has not faded, he should be a young child.
"The retainer is not in a hurry, what is your name and how old is it?" Tang Luo asked with interest, why suddenly someone who wanted to be his retainer appeared.
Moreover, it is the only mortal peak in the training ground, with a value of 999 (322) on top of his head.
Cultivation Field No. 7 is dedicated to clan fighters trained by the Tang family. Although there are a large number of them, they are generally younger. Most of them will practice here since the foundation is built, and the cost of food and clothing is all arranged by the martial arts.
There are dozens of children, the older is only 16 or 7 years old, and the younger is only eleven or twelve. Every September, children of the Tang branch come to Wutang to pick people. A mortal peak martial artist like him must be a branch. Looking at the skill of his martial arts and the results of training, this kid does not need to recommend himself so quickly.
"The villain's name is Fang Han. He is fifteen years old this year." Fang Han replied respectfully, but his heart sank. He never thought that the mastermind in front of him did not accept him on the spot, because he didn't know him well. , After all, the other party was once the arrogant of Xiling City. It is normal for the eyes to be higher than the top, so he then added: "I am the cultivation base of the pinnacle of the mortal realm, and I want to be the servant of Lord Tang Luo."
Ok? Are you so persistent? Tang Luo was a little curious, although he really needed a trustworthy subordinate now, but if you just think about it, someone will send it to your door, which is a bit unscientific.
If you insist that you have any powerful charm that can cause people who are a few years older than you to dorm at the first meeting, then it is more like a nonsense. He is an adult anyway (mental age). Isn’t that discerning enough, so He intends to investigate the background of Han below, and is considering whether to accept it or not.
"I need a little time to think about the affairs of the retainers. Similarly, you should think about it." Tang Luo didn't know why he was so persistent. He didn't intend to accept him before the investigation, but he still had to speak first out of reason. Clearly: "I'm only thirteen, and it may take seven or even ten years before I leave home and build a mansion. You have to think carefully about the risk of becoming my retainer. You can withdraw. Other students need to ask questions about martial arts. ."
Fang Han wanted to say loudly that he had considered it very clearly, but looking at Tang Luo's casual attitude, he felt that his pride was deeply stabbed, and after a hurried salute, he backed away, but his heart was full of anger: You This kid looks down on me so much.
Although there were dozens of students in the training ground on the 7th, with Tang Luo's abnormal level, all of them were taught and dormant in one morning, so the whole afternoon became his free time.
He intends to go to the office to seek some help.
"Fu Bo, the new table is so beautiful!" Tang Luo came to Chang Fu with a smile on his face, touched the brand new wooden table with both hands, his tone was very relaxed.
After all, Chang Fu has lived for so many years, how can he not see that Tang Luo has something to look for himself, and immediately asked: "Is there anything young master wants the old servant to do."
With respectful tone and modest attitude, Fu Bo is still Fu Bo.
"Uncle Fu, I'm easy to get beaten like this, so I wanted to ask if you could help me retrieve the information of Fanghan in the No. 7 training site." Tang Luo came this time mainly for this matter. People are walking in the rivers and lakes. , How can there be few brothers, but you must understand.
Since Fang Hanneng came from his recommendation, Tang Luo didn't have to be close and far away. The trainees in the No. 7 training ground all had the filing materials in the management room, and they could see it at a glance.
"This person's information doesn't need to be adjusted, the old servant knows very well." When Chang Fu heard the name mentioned by Tang Luo, he immediately replied: "The young master is really good-sighted. Although this person is late in building the foundation, he has only practiced for two years. He has reached the peak of the mortal realm, and he is a rare talent."
Chang Fu sighed. As one of the stewards of the martial arts hall, he certainly knew that Tang Luo was promoted by Tang Bin to martial arts training and the appointment of retainers.
Among the nine training grounds in Wutang, except for the No. 1 training ground, which were not selected by the children of the race, among the remaining eight training grounds, this was the only one that could reach the peak of the mortal realm in two years. I have to sigh that Tang Luo's vision is really unusually sharp.
"Oh? Fu Bo, tell me, this Fang Han, with such a good qualification, why did he build the foundation so late." Tang Luo pulled a chair and leaned against the table, straddling the chair backwards, his hands resting on the backrest Intend to listen to the story.
Chang Fu smiled. He really enjoyed Tang Luo's close and casual attitude, and said: "Fang Han was originally an outcast. He was thrown at the bottom of the Lingjiang Bridge. One of the babies was engraved with Korean characters. Yu Pei."
"The one who found Fang Han was an old beggar surnamed Fang. He took that Fang Fang Yupei and went to the pawnshop to him to death, and then named the outcast Fang Han.
"The old beggar has a good drink, but the other party Han is not bad, but he barely raised Fang Han until he was four years old and let him go."
"Fang Hanliu went to the streets to beg, was deceived by a few local bullies, and became a thief."
"He has good hands and feet and became a famous little thief on Linjiang Street when he was five or six years old."
"In this way, I grew up to twelve years old. I don't know where the money came from, and all the money was invested in my Tang family's martial arts gym and became a closed disciple.

The martial arts hall is called Huo’s martial arts hall. It happens to be an industry under the name of our three houses. The curator Huo Zhuang is a clan warrior. He saw that although Fang Han was older, he only took one year to complete the foundation. The family thoroughly checked his details to see if he could be used in the martial arts."
"Because of his innocence, even though he has been used to stealing, but no harm, Wutang took the people, and Boshan and Huo Zhuang had a good relationship, so this child was placed in the training ground on the 7th."
Hey, the more he listened to Tang Luo, the more he admired, this well-stocked protagonist template, with a bizarre life experience and self-improvement, you must know that most of the money stolen by a habitual thief will be taken away. This product can be saved in a few years It is impossible to say that he has no design with the money that can be invested in the martial arts hall.
Moreover, at a young age, he has a clear mind and knows that learning martial arts is the only way out. Many market gangsters have money to spend time and wine. They can only have a miserable evening scene when they are old. Such a comparison can hardly be better.
"Fu Bo, can Fang Yupei get it back?" Tang Luo asked curiously. There are many sorrows in life. I don't know where he comes from. Maybe Fang Han still thinks he is Fang, the old man. The grandson of the beggar.
Originally, Tang Luo was still considering whether to accept Fang Han as his retainer, but when he heard his story, he was moved with compassion. I want to do something for him, such as getting his Fang Yupei back.
"Of course you can, Young Master, you leave this to the old servant." Chang Fu replied with a smile, who doesn't want his future Patriarch to be a person who can consider himself, and can run into a kind person like Young Master Tang Luo. Chang Fu felt that Fang Han's young hardship was not in vain.
"Ahahahaha, please Fu Bo." Tang Luo scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
Tang Luo, who returned to the training ground No. 7 again, sprayed a few particularly stupid students. The day's teaching work ended smoothly~
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Night, in the room
It has been two months since the loss of his cultivation base, and the star core that appeared suddenly is still confusing, but Tang Luo has no way of guessing it, so he still needs to test it.
He held the star core, and thousands of thoughts flowed in his eyes, and finally turned into a touch of determination: "What's so special, you die, I want to see what it is."
In the end, he decided to take advantage of his younger brother to study this star core before he came back, so that even if there was a danger, Tang Xing, who came back later, could help call people.
Tang Luo's method of probing the star core is very simple, that is, holding it to perform luck.
After many days of deep thinking, he had some guesses about this star core. First of all, this thing is exactly the same as the star core in his own pubic area. If the star nucleus in the pubic field can turn spiritual power into three, then this reality The existing star core should be fine too.
As long as the first guess is correct, then the star core has infinite effects. You must know that you are just an ordinary aptitude, and you will have the name of genius after triple acceleration. If you give the star core to father Tang Mori, a real martial arts genius, used 5.2 to 15.6 a day before he could fly into the sky.
It's not unacceptable to have an invincible father, at least he can feel the feeling of being a strong second generation. The Tang family does not need to rule the Xiling with the Mi family, and the overthrow of Wu Shengshan may be just around the corner.
Of course, Tang Luo still has some small ambitions in his heart. If the physical star core does not conflict with the effect of the dantian star core, then the two auras in his physical star core will become six, and the dantian star core will have six auras. Change eighteen ways.
Eighteen spiritual auras a day, twenty days to shed the world, five years of fierce state. That kind of feeling, I can only say that everyone here is rubbish!
With great expectations in his heart, Tang Luo held the star core and began to perform his luck.
With the movement of the exercises, the star core in his hand slowly brightened, and the weird carved inscriptions kept circulating, emitting a light that flickered.
Tang Luo controlled the aura and didn't let them flow into the dantian, but poured it into the star core.
In the inner world, a magical scene appeared.
The meridians in the body are filled with blue lines in the visual field of the inner view, covering the whole body, and the spiritual energy absorbed by the exercises is like a trace of mist being introduced into the body and flowing in the meridians.
Now in his field of vision, in addition to the full-eyed blue line, he saw a blue vortex on the palm of his hand, and the mini star in his void dantian also madly rotated and echoed.
The two seem to be closely related.
Tang Luo stabilized his mind, and steadily injected the spiritual energy absorbed by the exercise technique into the vortex in his hand.
Three weeks, twelve days, and thirty-six days.
boom! Tang Luo Zhihai shook wildly, and he suddenly had a new feeling, as if he could control the miniature star in his dantian.
No, it's not as if, he just can control this star.
The spiritual energy turned into entanglement in the star core in his hand, and was slowly sucked into his body by Tang Luo. His eyebrows were full of excitement when he opened his eyes, looking at the star core in his hand with ecstasy.
Although the differentiation capabilities of the physical nucleus and the Dantian nucleus cannot be superimposed, Tang Luo has clearly understood the function of the nucleus through the connection between the sea of ​​knowledge and the stars.
Even for him, this physical star core is the opportunity for him to become a holy ancestor.
"Finally, finally." Tang Luo muttered to himself somewhat absent-mindedly.
These days, even though he didn't seem to be melancholy on the surface, it seemed that he was not the one who lost the Mortal Realm cultivation base overnight. But there is always a huge stone in his heart that cannot fall to the ground. If every time he cultivates to the Transcendence Realm, he will be sucked out of his cultivation and cause physical degradation, then how can he climb the top of the martial arts.
This time, I finally saw the light, how could he not be excited.
(End of this chapter)