Chapter 7: In the future?

"Should I call you Lord Lone Wolf or Classmate Xiao Lang?"
In a well-decorated room, Liu Yaqiao looked at Xiao Lang with a smile, with playful eyes in her eyes.
Xiao Lang, who had been secretly vigilant, saw these foxes winking, and subconsciously took over and said, "Then I should call you Teacher Liu, or Madam Liu?"
"The name is just a code name. You can call me mentor in the martial arts academy, and out of the martial arts academy...whatever you want!"
Liu Ya smiled more charmingly, she was a natural stunner of Meigu, and Xiao Lang's heart was rippling with this smile. Especially with her last words, it is even more imaginative...
"What's the matter with Teacher Liu looking for me?" Xiao Lang read the Diamond Sutra secretly several times, lowered his eyebrows, and told himself that this woman is poisonous. If you want to live well, stay away from her!
"Why? You sleep in the school, it doesn't matter? I'm your tutor!"
Liu Ya smiled like a fox. Seeing Xiao Lang's ridicule at the corner of his mouth, his expression became serious, and said solemnly: "On behalf of the Liu family, Liu Ya officially invites you to become the honorary guest of the Liu family! The Liu family will do whatever it takes. The price is to train you and help you become a soul warrior! In the future, if you don't talk about dominating one side, at least you can live well in Medicine King City."
"In the future...very moisturizing?"
The corner of Xiao Lang's mouth suddenly bends in a fascinating arc, and that flat and strange face immediately becomes awe-inspiring.
He whispered this sentence with special ambiguity, and stared at Liu Ya with stern eyes. It was not until Liu Ya was forced to lower her eyelids by his sudden imposing aura, and she was a little embarrassed, that she said, "May I consider it?"
"How long?" Liu Ya's eyes lit up, she smiled sweetly, her face showed a burst of joy, and she resumed her mature invincible aura.
"After the Wuyuan League in the Ten Cities in the West!"
Xiao Lang didn't think about it this time, but gave the answer decisively.
"Well, the door of my house is always open for you, Young Master Xiao Lang!"
Liu Ya gave an extremely ambiguous reply. Xiao Lang immediately left in a cold sweat, for fear that after staying with this dripping familiar woman for a long time, his unmoving concentration would move like a rabbit...
"Help me become a Soul Warrior? When I am a three-year-old child?"
When he left the room, Xiao Lang sneered. Although he was a Camelite, her aunt knew a lot. It happened that his aunt told him something about Soul Warriors.
At the age of eighteen, the martial artist can go to the Shenhun Pavilion to awaken the spirit, but there is no one who can truly awaken. It was very lucky to have a Soul Warrior out of 10,000 warriors. For example, in Medicine King City, there were hundreds of warriors who went to the Shenhun Pavilion to awaken during the Divine Soul Festival last year. As a result, no Divine Soul Warrior was born!
As for what Liu Ya said about helping him become a Soul Warrior, it is even more nonsense. If a small family of the Liu Family can help people become Soul Warriors casually, then Liu Family would have dominated the Medicine King City long ago!
"After getting Feng Ling Dan in the Ten West League, immediately leave Yaowang City!"
Xiao Lang secretly settled to pay attention, no matter what tricks this woman had, she would do her best, anyway for more than ten years. He and his aunt Xiaodao have become accustomed to the life of turmoil. This time it was not about Feng Ling Dan, and the three of them would not come to Medicine King City.
"Intermediate warrior? Can kill three-level high-level profound beast earth-splitting tigers in seconds, is the real realm at least a high-level warr? A seventeen-year-old high-level warrior? Or a Camian? No wonder Baye values ​​such a heaven-defying aptitude! Who can steal the man Liu Jing likes?"
Mrs. Ya leaned in front of the window alone, looking at Xiao Lang who was going away, her eyes dim, like a thousand-year-old fox.
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In the next martial arts class, Xiao Lang did not go to the square or to the martial arts hall as usual. Instead, he hid in the grass next to the small forest to practice profound energy.
In his past and present life, his mind is extremely mature, so naturally he will not go to join some young girls, not for his aunt, and he will not enter this boring martial arts school even if he is killed.
After eating the dry food he brought with him, Xiao Lang practiced until the sky was full of red clouds, and then stood up. Following the students of the martial arts school, each took back his mounts and went out.
His skinny donkey looked very glamorous among countless horses, but Xiao Lang never cared about the eyes of others and drove leisurely towards Qingniu Town.
Back home, the silver moon was still hanging high, and the door opened with a silly smile, like a knife of a prehistoric monster. The aunt sat in a wheelchair with a kind face, waiting for him to eat together.
"Auntie, if the Soul Warriors can't be awakened, can they be nurtured?"
After dinner, Xiao Lang brought hot water to wash her feet and massage his aunt, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"Soul Warrior?"
The aunt put down the book in her hand, glanced a little strangely, and said, "Of course!"
"This…"
This time it was Xiao Lang's turn to be surprised. Could Widow Lang really help him become a Soul Warrior? He asked suspiciously: "Is it easy?"
"It's definitely not easy!"
My aunt did not wonder why Xiao Lang suddenly asked about this, and patiently explained: "Everyone in the Soul Continent has the soul of the ancient gods in their minds. They go to the Soul Pavilion to awaken at the age of eighteen. If the awakening fails, there is only one way to become a Soul Warrior. That is to devour the soul!"
Xiao Lang was even more surprised: "Swallow the soul?"
"Ok!"
The aunt drank a sip of tea and continued: "The heavens and the earth are great, and there are no wonders. There are some strange places in the heavens and the earth that breed innate souls. If the martial artist can't awaken, there is a great opportunity to find these innate souls and swallow them successfully. There is a chance to become a Soul Warrior! But this probability is very low, and there are three people who have successfully swallowed the war dynasty for more than a thousand years!"
"That's it!"
Xiao Lang smiled, realizing that Madam Ya was indeed blindfolding him, his eyes flashed with hope, and asked: "Aunt, do you think I can awaken the soul?"
"You will be eighteen in three months!" Aunt said with a smile: "Can you become a Soul Warrior? You will know at the end of the Soul Festival!"
"Well, aunt, I went to the Colosseum!"
Xiao Lang didn't ask any more, this aunt was very mysterious and kept a lot of things from him. He also knows that often when your aunt says you will know something in the future, it means that you don't need to ask, and she won't say anything if you ask.
Riding on a donkey, Xiao Lang walked toward the Colosseum and began daily practice.
The familiar Colosseum, the lively atmosphere, the faint smell of blood in the air. It made Xiao Lang feel comfortable here, as if he had returned to the Mountain of Death and Devil Mountain.
His opponent this time is still a third-level profound beast, a little weaker than last night’s earth-splitting tiger. His keen perception, calculation ability, and the fighting instinct for health preservation in life-and-death fighting made him easily kill this mysterious beast. beast.
After the battle, Lord Scar spread the word again, Madam Ya called!
Helpless, Xiao Lang bit his head and went to the Accord on the second floor. After drinking a glass of wine, he chatted a few words, and he walked away rudely.
In the next few days, the days were extremely peaceful!
Xiao Lang went back and forth between three o'clock and two lines in Qingniu Town of the Colosseum in the Martial Arts Academy. The difference was that there was an extra beauty instructor in the Martial Arts Academy and a widow in the Colosseum.
Situ Zhanye, who was scared to pee by Xiao Lang that day, was very low-key. Although he occasionally swept over his eyes with deep resentment, he didn't continue to provoke Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang did not see it. Bu Xiaoman still recuperated at home and did not come to the martial arts school. Situ Zhantian and a group of elder brothers, the largest dudes in the martial arts school, entered the Devil Mountain experience for the Ten Western City League. He has not yet returned, and Xiao Lang's life is extremely dull and fulfilling.
"Lone wolf, Ba Ye, please come over!"
Xiao Lang, as usual, had a drink at the accordion of Mrs. Ya, the widow of Lang, and turned his head away. Madam Jing didn't say anything, she smiled and watched him leave. After leaving the Accord, Lord Scar was waiting outside when a message came.
"Master Scar?"
Xiao Lang thought he had heard it wrong, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said, "It's the eighth master, our owner!"
Baye!
Xiao Lang was in awe. He had been in this Colosseum for half a year. Of course, he had heard people say about this eighth master with a legendary story.
One of the five powerhouses in Medicine King City, Soul Warrior! Fight against the eight masters of the three major families with one person!
Five years ago, a man wearing a great cloak came from the east to the city of Yaowang and established Yanyu Villa. In the five years, the Liu family and the Situ family had repeatedly wanted to take this daily doujin-making villa as their own. As a result, Yanyu Villa was still Yanyu Villa, and Ba Ye still wore a big cloak.
Xiao Lang was summoned by this great man with legendary experience for the first time. He was a little nervous. He followed Scar's into the magnificent elegant room and saw the man wearing the purple cloak and carrying the wine jar.
The Eighth Master is tall and tall, with a full length of over 1.8 meters, wearing a purple cloak, which is even more domineering. He turned his face to the side, looking at the Colosseum below, waving his hand casually, and Master Scar immediately bowed back.
"Ba Ye!"
Xiao Lang arched his hands and saluted respectfully. The people in the Colosseum took good care of him, and he naturally had a respectful feeling towards the owner of the Colosseum.
"Lone wolf, do you know what a person's most precious thing is?"
Ba Ye didn't look back, took a sip with the wine jar, and then whispered, as if a person was talking to himself.
Xiao Lang pondered for a moment, but then replied decisively: "It's freedom!"
"Yes! Freedom!"
The Eighth Master suddenly turned around and said: "Lone wolf, you have to remember that your person, your life belongs only to yourself, not to anyone or any family, at least not to a small family like Yaowang City!"
Xiao Lang grinned, his eyes were wild and arrogant, unruly and rebellious, and said lightly: "Ba Ye, I am a lone wolf!"
The Eighth Master also grinned, pouring strong alcohol into his mouth, and waved his hand to signal Xiao Lang to leave. When Xiao Lang left, the Eighth Master said quietly, "I was worrying too much. This kid is a lone wolf and will not be recruited by any family at all, let alone a small family like the Liu family. The widow of Lang seems to be in vain. I've been thinking about it. Well, after observing for a period of time, I can find a way to train it, and then bring it back to the family, maybe within a few years, there will be one more peerless genius in the dynasty."