Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 105: About Father and the Future, Tang San's Change of Attitude towards Yu Xiaogang

"Brother Yan, thank you!"

After copying the "Wind Demon Art", Tang San bowed solemnly to Feng Yan.

Feng Yan immediately lifted up the breeze and helped Tang San up. He was still so sincere and said the same words, "Hey! Cousin, why do you have to do this? You and I are a family!"

“Yes!” Tang San’s eyes were filled with tears. He held the copied Wind Demon Art in his arms with both hands and nodded heavily. “But Brother Yan, you should accept my respect!”

Imitating Tang San's "slight smile", Feng Yan's voice was still so gentle, "Cousin, go and have a rest, it's a rare seven-day holiday."

"Alright."

Having said that, Tang San calmly took back the hidden weapons he had displayed, as well as the "Xuan Tian Bao Lu".

After waving goodbye to Tang San, Feng Yan looked at Ning Rongrong with satisfaction.

Otherwise, Feng Yan said that "the two swords combined are invincible in the world."

You know, the foundation of "Wind Demon Art" is "Nine Swords". It's okay that Tang San doesn't have the foundation, he is even more special.

Tang San has already practiced other eye skills. If he wants to practice the Avalokitesvara Demon Eye, he must first destroy his Purple Demon Pupil.

Not only that, if one wants to destroy the Purple Demon Pupil, one must also destroy the Taoist technique called "Xuan Tian Gong" which is closely related to the Purple Demon Pupil.

To put it bluntly, the Tang Sect martial arts that Tang San practiced was very exclusive. If he wanted to switch to practicing the "Wind Demon Art", he had to disperse his martial arts first, otherwise it would be in vain.

Practicing the "Nine Swords" does not require any internal skills, but unfortunately this "Yan Feng" said that he could not understand the "Wind Demon Sutra".

This cut off Tang San's way of asking Yan Feng back then.

Apart from the Sword Demon himself, there is also a Ning Rongrong Society that no one else can understand.

"Yan Feng" This road is no longer feasible for Tang San, so let him find Ning Rongrong? That little witch will be very happy.

According to the little witch, she has nine ways to kill Tang San, and nine of them are correct!
As for Dan Shi, with Tang San's awareness of life and death, if he dared to practice it, he would die on the spot.

To put it bluntly, Yan Feng did give Tang San the strongest and best, but in Tang San's hands, it was no different from waste paper.

Ning Rongrong actually didn't expect Tang San to exchange his skills. The little witch didn't want to get something for nothing. She just wanted to see Tang San being fooled, which could greatly satisfy her "witch's pleasure".

As for Feng Yan, this incident allowed Tang San to recognize his cousin Yan Feng. This meant that Tang Hao was suppressed, and Feng could hide even deeper.

Partly because Tang San was still thinking about Xiao Wu, Feng Yan felt uncomfortable.

Secondly, Feng Yan and Ning Rongrong's plan also coincided with each other, which was to play a trick on Tang San and his son.

It’s impossible that Tang San wants to kill him. Since he promised Xiao Wu not to kill Tang San, Feng Yan can’t play a trick on him, right?
"Okay?"

At this time, Tang San also left, and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance with Yan Feng calmly.

After taking a look at Oscar who was in shock, Ning Rongrong put away her manuscript of "Wind Magic Technique" and coquettishly lifted her hair on her forehead. She said softly, "Seriously, do you want to go to Soto City for dinner?"

"Uh... forget it, I still have to lift weights... and practice my martial arts." Feng Yan refused.

Ning Rongrong's expression froze, and she turned around and walked out of the dormitory. "Forget it, I heard from Zhu Qing that helping you practice your abilities will help you recover quickly. In that case, you can practice on your own!"

As she walked, Ning Rongrong's pace became slower and slower.

But until he closed the dormitory door, Yan Feng didn't say another word.

With a wry smile, Ning Rongrong mobilized her soul power and disappeared into the boys' dormitory area with a few leaps.

Feng Yan is not very worldly-wise, but he is not so ignorant that he forgets that the Jade Girl Heart Sutra requires one to take off clothes and dissipate heat immediately.

Even the Sword Demon is afraid of such things.

Hearing Ning Rongrong walking away, Feng Yan didn't want to dwell on it anymore. He took out the stone lock and prepared to practice.

"Oscar, do you want to practice together?" Feng Yan asked casually.

"Can I...can I, too?"

Oscar originally felt sympathetic. After all, everyone else had obtained a promising skill, so how could he not be envious?

Feng Yan made an invitation, and Oscar's face showed hope, but then it immediately sank, "Brother Yan, I have nothing to exchange with you..."

"Ah? What to exchange? Kung Fu? Didn't Tang San take it all back?" Feng Yan asked puzzled.

"Actually, you've been tired lately, and you wanted to take a medicinal bath when you came back, so I didn't bother you. Although I don't need your detoxifying sausage now, I'm still grateful for what you did before, and I still remember it."

Feng Yan muttered to himself as he picked up the paper and pen that Tang San had not used up and began to write furiously.

As he wrote, Feng Yan commented: "Oscar, you are not as clever as Rongrong, and the Nine Swords are not the best for you. But you are a genius with innate full soul power, and you have excellent talent."

"Those strange moves and unorthodox methods are not suitable for you. So, I will teach you a moderate and peaceful method, and a light body method."

"Although it may not be very effective at the beginning, it is powerful later on. It is a great method for cultivating both the body and the soul. What do you think?"

Oscar was startled and quickly waved his hand to refuse: "Brother Yan, this... I can't have it!"

"What's the matter?" Feng Yan said indifferently.

"I didn't think much of it before, but Oscar, your flying mushroom sausage is a big favorite of mine now."

"Now that I am completely paralyzed, the time I can fly is no different from cheating for me."

"Just practice it yourself and don't tell anyone else." Feng Yan still didn't want Oscar to be passed on to other people, especially those he hated.

So Feng Yan started talking about the great principles that he had never respected before.

"You should know that a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. You have the worst background among all the students. Even Ma Hongjun is Flanders' personal disciple."

"This technique is not very conspicuous, but its advantage is that you can practice it at any time, even when walking, sitting or lying down. Therefore, your soul power will accumulate very quickly."

"If you have average talent, it's actually very difficult to grasp the essence. Someone like you, Oscar, is actually the most suitable for cultivation."

"It's just that without a decent combination of moves, it's hard to have any offensive ability."

"But it's also good this way. Others will just think that you are talented and work hard, so your training speed is fast..."

Listening to Fengyan's mumbling, Oscar didn't know how to respond for a long time.

Until Feng Yan finished memorizing the entire set of exercises.

Lifting the manuscript, Feng Yan flicked his fingertips lightly towards the cover, his eyes full of excitement, even more excited than seeing a beautiful woman, "Wow! Beautiful! This is called dual cultivation of sex and life! All done! Come here, Oscar, I'll teach you how to get started!"

However, Feng Yan, who was immersed in the possibility of how to use the technique, didn't notice what Oscar was thinking.

"Wow...Brother Yan! Why are you so nice to me?!" The moment Feng Yan turned around, Oscar suddenly threw Feng Yan onto the bed.

"Fuck! The arrogant dragon will regret it!"

Almost subconsciously, Feng Yan slapped Oscar and sent him flying onto his own bed.

"Oscar, are you sick? I want to tell Flanders to change dormitories! Change!" Feng Yan's scalp almost exploded.

Oscar rushed over, not caring whether Yan Feng disliked him or not, he leaned on the bedside and stared at Yan Feng with tears in his eyes, "Brother Yan! Stop! That's not what I meant, I'm just too excited!"

"My father had me when he was 14, and he has never taken care of me since I was born. Brother Yan, you are the one who cares about me the most besides the dean."

When Feng Yan heard Oscar's background for the first time, he was stunned.

"My father never really cared about me..." Feng Yan murmured. In Oscar's eyes, Yan Feng's father was naturally Sword Demon Douluo, but he also advised based on this premise.

"His Majesty the Sword Demon may not know of your existence, Brother Yan? He has passed on so many excellent skills, even the Wind Demon Art, to you. It is up to you to decide."

"Your Majesty the Sword Demon still loves you, Brother Yan. Unlike me, my father is probably still lingering among the flowers and has long forgotten that he has a son like me..."

Feng Yan pursed his lips and didn't know how to comment.

The 'father' he was talking about was Feng Bailong, the leader of the Fengjian Sect.

In the past, Feng Yan had hardly ever thought about the issue of being a father, but unfortunately he himself was about to become a father.

This kind of thing cannot be ignored by Feng Yan anymore.

Now Feng Yan has passed on Oscar's skills, but he has never brought any benefits to Feng Jian Sect, even though Feng Yan can't remember these things at all.

Is it because of this that father Feng Bailong treats him as if he doesn't even have a son?

Fengyan couldn't stop imagining this.

Now Feng Yan thinks that the existence of 'Yan Feng' is no longer a secret.

A child who looked very much like Sword Demon Douluo was adopted by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

In particular, this child was ranked third in the medication section of "Feng Ping".

Feng Yan suddenly realized that it was impossible for his father Feng Bailong not to notice the existence of 'Yan Feng'.

So, even when a child who might be his grandson appeared, he had never been to Tiandou City?
Even Bibi Dong, the person who harmed Feng Yan, arrived the next day.

Oscar's consolation was like a catalyst for empathy, and Fengyan unconsciously put himself in the role of the father.

At least if Feng Yan became a father, he would definitely give the best to his children and would never be as indifferent as his father is.

Feng Yan wondered, after he recovered in the future, would he be able to take his child back to Fengjian Sect?
Or maybe, father Feng Bailong is on Bibi Dong's side?
"Maybe my father will just treat me as his non-existent son." Shaking his head, Feng Yan came to this conclusion.

But Feng Yan didn't want to be comforted by Oscar as if he were his own son anymore, so he immediately said, "Okay, Oscar, stop being such a nagging woman! Calm down! Don't think too much about it, just practice."

"it is good!"

……

After Tang San left Feng Yan and Oscar's dormitory, he did not return to his own room, but went to find his teacher Yu Xiaogang.

Knock knock knock, after knocking on the door, Tang San shouted: "Teacher, are you there?"

Yu Xiaogang, staring at the sharp blade in his hand, finally came to his senses, "Xiao San? Come in."

Tang San pushed the door open and saw Yu Xiaogang with bloodshot eyes.

"Teacher? Are you okay?" Tang San asked hurriedly.

After all, when Tang Hao was away, Yu Xiaogang was like his father.

"No problem?" Yu Xiaogang forced a smile. "Xiao San came to my place during the holidays. Is there something wrong?"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was unwilling to talk, Tang San stopped asking.

After all, not asking questions is also a way of respecting teachers.

"Teacher, this is what happened. Yan Feng gave me the "Wind Demon Art". As he spoke, Tang San took out the manuscript of "Wind Demon Art" that she had copied and handed it to Yu Xiaogang.

As soon as he heard that it was "The Secret of Wind Demon", a look of fanaticism immediately appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face.

He picked up the manuscript with trembling hands and quickly took it and started to read it.

When Yu Xiaogang was flipping through it, Tang San expressed his doubts, "The Wind Demon Art that Yan Feng gave me is really far from what you said three months ago, so I thought of letting you take a look."

"Oh, I imitated the notes of the original manuscript for the last few sentences. Teacher, please check if it was written by the Sword Demon himself."

After Tang San said he imitated the notes, Yu Xiaogang immediately turned to the end.

Comparing the handwriting with the memory of the handwriting on the "Sunflower Manual", Yu Xiaogang was immediately surprised and said: "It's Feng Yan's notes!"

How could Yu Xiaogang still remember at this moment how he had so firmly rejected Ning Rongrong's idea?
"Avalokitesvara's Magic Eye? And then add the Swift Wind Soul Shattering Technique?! So this is the real "Wind Magic Art"!"

"But...how do I get started?"

Soon, Yu Xiaogang realized something was wrong.

Even for the "Sunflower Manual", there is still a step-by-step method of practice to get started, but the "Wind Demon Sutra" is different.

The opening paragraph is a very mysterious passage that is completely incomprehensible.

"Teacher, this is also what confuses me. Yan Feng also said that he couldn't understand it, but I don't know how to ask." Tang San's expression was a little complicated.

Even though Yu Xiaogang confirmed that it was the Sword Demon's Notes, Tang San still had some doubts.

"Although Yan Feng is my cousin, he is always distant to me, so..."

"It's always important to be on guard against others. You did a great job, Xiaosan." Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San with satisfaction.

"The Wind Demon Art is the most powerful secret of Sword Demon Douluo. If everyone can understand it, then wouldn't the continent be full of Sword Demons?" Yu Xiaogang's confidence seemed to have returned to him.

Standing up with his back straight, and handing the manuscript back to Tang San, Yu Xiaogang patted his most proud disciple on the shoulder and began to console him earnestly.

"Yan Feng is your cousin. He can give you his father's strongest skills, which shows his desire for family affection, his emphasis on his family, and his trust in you, Xiao San!"

"You have to understand Yan Feng. He has been alone for twelve years and lost his parents' company since he was a child."

"Xiao San, you used to see your father when you were little, but what about him? He has nothing. Yan Feng has nothing since he was born, and everyone told him that he would not live past the age of twenty."

"So, it's inevitable that Yan Feng has a weird personality, and the teacher didn't blame him."

After listening to Yu Xiaogang's understanding and consolation, as well as his caring eyes, Tang San nodded in agreement.

Even when Yu Xiaogang was talking about "The Secret of Wind Demon", it was so ambiguous.

"Teacher, I will go back and slowly comprehend it."

"Well go ahead, get some rest and get ready for your second phase of training."

After bowing deeply to Yu Xiaogang, Tang San turned and left.

After closing the door, Tang San took a deep look into the room through the door.

Tang San felt that Yu Xiaogang was not as omnipotent as he had imagined.

At least, Yu Xiaogang doesn’t understand the “Wind Demon Art” at all.

As Yu Xiaogang himself said, one must always be on guard against others.

Then can Tang San's future be so simple and easily handed over to Yu Xiaogang?
Before asking Yu Xiaogang for advice, Tang San already had the answer in his mind.

For example, Tang San did not tell Yu Xiaogang about Dan Shi, a very evil but Tang Sect's ultimate killing skill.

Because he knew that once Yu Xiaogang knew it, he would definitely let Tang San try it out.

But what are the terrible consequences of failing in practicing Dan Shi?
Tang San knew it very well.

(End of this chapter)