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

Chapter 17 Shrek’s Trip

Wuhun City, inside the Pope's Palace.

"Your Holiness, this is an urgent report from the Wuhun Main Hall of Soto City in the Tiandou Empire."

"Thank you for your hard work. It's almost night time. Go and have a rest, Ghost Douluo."

Bibi Dong, who was reviewing the documents, didn't even raise her head, but just signaled Ghost Douluo to put it down.

Gui Mei knew that she was always diligent and Bibi Dong would take a look later, but this time, Gui Douluo reminded her: "Uh... Your Holiness the Pope had better take a look..."

"Oh? It seems like this is really what I must know now."

Bibi Dong said this without any suspicion and opened the letter.

Sure enough, the almighty Pope changed his expression.

"Since twelve years ago, you have ordered that as long as there is any news about His Majesty the Sword Demon, all the Spirit Halls on the continent must immediately send a message to Spirit City. Just now, the message from the Spirit Hall of Soto City arrived."

Bibi Dong listened to Ghost Douluo's explanation, and she naturally understood it, because the letter in her hand read: At noon, the Sword Demon appeared in Soto City.

“How credible is it?”

Bibi Dong still asked. After all, Feng Yan was so popular that there were countless people who disguised themselves as him to cheat others.

There are even people from the Fengjian Sect here. They pretend to be the most similar, after all, their martial spirits are the same.

But it can basically be ruled out that he is a member of the Fengjian Sect.

Bibi Dong had already ordered Feng Bailong to not let the Feng Jian Sect members disguise themselves as Feng Yan, otherwise don't blame her for ordering a killing.

Gui Mei's words confirmed this point. "The messenger was there to join in the fun. He described it as: a wind sword floating across the sky, with an extraordinary temperament that is beyond compare! It is almost certain that it is not something that others can fake!"

"Ghost, summon all the elders of the Elder Hall immediately!" Bibi Dong was extremely surprised and gave the order immediately.

"Yes!" Ghost Douluo had no doubt and moved immediately.

"Wait!" But as soon as he walked away, Bibi Dong called him.

"Does His Holiness have any other instructions?"

"Don't bother the elders. Keep the news secret. No one except you and me is allowed to spread it."

"Order."

"Also, I'm tired. I need to rest for the next two days."

"Understood. Your Majesty, please take care of yourself. Ghost will take his leave."

Watching the ghost turn into black smoke and disappear on the spot, Bibi Dong finally lost all her power and sat on the Pope's throne.

"Feng Yan, it's been twelve years, are you finally willing to show up?"

Bibi Dong hurried back to her bedroom, put on some disguise and took off the papal crown.

Bibi Dong, with her hair loose, put on a purple hooded robe and carried a long sword wrapped in cloth.

Everything was ready. After a visible black and purple fluctuation of soul power suddenly appeared, Bibi Dong disappeared in the Pope's Palace.

In a dark corner outside the Douluo Palace, looking at Bibi Dong disappearing into the sky, the tall and majestic Qian Daoliu said, "Is this really Xiaoxue?"

"Replying to the Great Priest, it was the young master who took the initiative."

"Go ahead."

"Yes."

After getting approval, Thorny Porpoise Douluo left.

At this time, Qian Daoliu said to himself jokingly, "Unexpected but reasonable. Feng Yan, Feng Yan, if you become my grandson-in-law, those gold soul coins will be Xiaoxue's dowry."

"As for this woman, you deserve it. I hope you will like my efforts to cover up your identity."
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After a day of recuperation, Ning Rongrong was revived with full health.

She was an impatient person, and when she couldn't find Feng Yan, she ran away by herself.

The reason was very simple. That day was the registration day for the Shrek Academy that she had been dreaming of.

As Fengyan's big wallet, he has to look for this little witch.

With the help of Zhu Zhuqing, Feng Yan checked out of the house and paid for the damages, becoming completely penniless.

After leaving the south of Soto City, we headed to Shrek Academy in Nashilaozi to look for Ning Rongrong.

Soto City is a major grain producer in the Barak Kingdom. Except for a few hills in the northern suburbs where Feng Yan and Ning Rongrong set out from Tiandou City and traveled from north to south, the rest of the area is large farmland.

After leaving Soto City, the sickly beauty lay on Zhu Zhuqing's back, and the two of them followed the road between the fields southward, chasing the figure of the little witch.

The relationship between the two was finally compromised by Feng Yan. Although Zhu Zhuqing did not say it explicitly, she seemed to have really accepted that little inappropriateness.

That is: the fact that she is not the only woman rumored.

According to what the little cat said to comfort Feng Yan: "The number one man in the world has lived for more than 50 years, and I am the only woman he has. Should I suspect that Mr. Feng doesn't like women?"

However, Feng Yan vaguely felt that this was just her unwillingness to argue with a dying man like her.

But Zhu Zhuqing didn't seem to care as much as she looked, "Didn't Master Yan teach Ning Rongrong any martial arts?"

Not used to changing the address, the two of them kept it tacitly, and Zhu Zhuqing still called Feng Yan "Mr. Yan".

The little kitten may not have top-notch talent, but her comprehension is pretty good. Feng Yan also taught her step by step, so she actually memorized the steps of Lingbo Weibu.

Zhu Zhuqing walked with graceful steps, and even though she had just gained some knowledge of the art, she did not feel tired carrying Feng Yan on her back all the way, and her breath was steady.

"I told her?! That would cause a huge uproar!" Feng Yan's eyes widened, pretending to be indignant.

In fact, Ning Rongrong was very safe, and Feng Yan didn't even think about it.

"But I haven't heard that the Fengjian Sect has any powerful martial arts passed down from generation to generation?" Zhu Zhuqing asked the point again.

"Uh... okay, actually I forgot..." He was once strong enough and no one dared to touch Feng Jian Zong.

In the past, Feng Yan was either fighting or joining group fights, or practicing and making up his own techniques every day, and he couldn't even think of what other techniques he wanted to pass on.

Now that he is no longer able to do so, I think it is time to pass on some of his skills, at least to ensure that his father has some skills to rely on.

But isn't it a crime to possess a treasure? And he's afraid that Bibi Dong will find out and turn the table over. He is so scared that he is afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind.

Even to Qian Renxue, Feng Yan didn't dare to teach her even a single move.

Feng Yan thought about it himself and realized that when he taught Zhu Zhuqing the Lingbo Weibu, he just slapped his head and didn't consider the consequences at all.

In other words, Zhu Zhuqing has a cold personality and probably won't fight with others too much, so Bibi Dong might not be able to find her. But the little cat herself was quite happy, "So Master Yan really only passed it on to me?"

She is the first! The joy in Zhu Zhuqing's words was beyond words.

"It's my fault that you can't go home. If I don't teach you, you will really have nothing."

The topic became heavier and heavier as they talked. It was impossible to continue the conversation. Feng Yan could only choose to divert attention. "Actually, you also came to Shrek Academy to look for Dai Mubai? No wonder it's such a coincidence."

"Well, the dean of Shrek Academy, Four-eyed Cat Owl Flanders, is the Flying Horn of the Golden Triangle. He can almost be considered a strong man of Mr. Yan's generation. You really don't know him?"

Feng Yan recalled it carefully and asked doubtfully: "Golden Triangle? Flanders? Who?"

Zhu Zhuqing thought about it carefully and nodded, "Yes, Master Yan entered the Douluo Palace at the age of 18 and engraved the title of Sword Demon on the Douluo Golden Plaque. Flanders is only a Soul Saint so far, how could he be in your eyes."

"In fact, no one in the entire Douluo Continent has studied the method of soul power circulation. Don't worry, I'm here. It's not difficult to practice to level 90."

When it comes to the cultivation that he is best at, Feng Yan is the most qualified to be proud.

It was this "It's not difficult to achieve a title", and the one who said this was the Sword Demon Fengyan. Not to mention Zhu Zhuqing, who in the entire continent wouldn't be excited to hear this?
"Do you want me to learn the Fengmo Jue?" Zhu Zhuqing naturally thought of the martial arts secret book that Feng Yan was most famous for, and her little face became even more flushed.

When Feng Yan was mentioned about Fengmo Jue, he was speechless again. It was because when he was fighting, he liked to say: Eat my Fengmo Jue.

Sword Demon said: "Why do you think Wind Demon Art is useful? It's just a technique I developed specifically for sword training by combining the strengths of many other techniques. It's not as magical as you might imagine."

"You should practice what suits you best. For a speed-focused spirit master like Zhuqing, you should practice Jade Girl, Nine Yin, and No-Phase, which are suitable for girls, or Xiantian Gong, which is a moderate and peaceful method."

At the end, Feng Yan was a little embarrassed again, "Uh...but Xiantian Kung Fu is a boy's Kung Fu, you can't practice it."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't care. In the field of cultivation, no one in the entire continent had more say than Feng Yan. "Well, we all listen to Master Yan."

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The two chatted casually. Zhu Zhuqing walked quickly and in just half an hour they saw a small village with a hundred households.

Zhu Zhuqing’s cultivation was shallow, and she could only see the small village.

Feng Yan was speechless when he saw it from a distance, "No way? This is Shrek Academy?"

A tattered-looking plaque was hung on the wooden arch at the entrance of the village, with five simple words engraved on it: Shrek Academy.

Feng Yan rolled his eyes and immediately lost interest. "I'd better persuade Rongrong to run away. I'm afraid there are not enough resources for cultivation in this place. You know, if you are poor in literature and rich in martial arts, what's the point of cultivation without money? You might as well go home and farm."

"Is there such a saying?" Zhu Zhuqing had never heard of the saying 'poor in literature and rich in martial arts', so she was naturally confused.

Feng Yan explained: "Zhu Qing, remember, life is a pity, and death is fearful. The ultimate goal of cultivators is to achieve longevity, where 'the heaven and earth coexist with me, and all things are one with me'."

"For cultivators like you and me, the most important thing is to 'value life'. That means we should cherish and protect our lives. If we lose our lives, there is nothing else to talk about. No matter what kind of situation we are in, we can fight for our lives, but actively choosing death is a big taboo for cultivators."

Zhu Zhuqing listened attentively and nodded continuously. Feng Yan now acted as Zhu Zhuqing's guide in practice, and he kept his promise to be her teacher.

Then, Feng Yan continued to explain: "The other key points are four words: wealth, companions, land and law."

"The method is the one I told you about."

"The land can be understood as a quiet place for cultivation, a sect's backing, or something like that."

"A companion can be a friend on the path of cultivation, or an enemy. I have been challenging the masters of the world for the first half of my life, just to pursue this."

"But money is actually the most important thing. Spirit rings, spirit bones, and various natural treasures can be categorized as such. If you don't have money, you can't even afford to eat, so there's nothing else to say. On average, independent cultivators are not that strong, that's the reason."

Zhu Zhuqing did not doubt him and agreed: "It does make sense. If not, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would not be the second most powerful sect in the world."

"Oh, that's what rich people are like. If it weren't for his lack of martial spirit, Ning Fengzhi would have become a Titled Douluo long ago..." Feng Yan commented.

Soon, they arrived at the village entrance, and Zhu Zhuqing took Feng Yan's face into consideration and put him down.

There was a table at the entrance of the village, and an old man in his sixties was sitting behind the table.

At a glance, you can see Ning Rongrong, who doesn't fit in with the people around her, queuing in the crowd.

When Feng Yan saw that it was really a gathering of forces, he did not even bother to persuade Ning Rongrong to run away because he also became interested.

"What a coincidence, we are here, and that Tang San is here too? Then we should see what Shrek has."

Feng Yan didn't remember anything else, but he always remembered that Tang San was the protagonist of this world.

Being able to meet Tang San in this small village, Shrek must be the central spiral area of ​​the story, and it is hard for Feng Yan not to be interested.

However, before Feng Yan could think more, a teenager who was not of the right age was driven away without even paying back the registration fee of ten gold soul coins.

Dai Mubai, who had been running away yesterday, was seen unleashing all three soul rings, two of which were of a hundred years and one of a thousand years, in an extremely domineering manner. With a cold light flashing in his evil eyes, he looked at the father and son.

Feng Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. After all, he was also a poor man, so he immediately put himself in the shoes of the father and son who had been cheated of their money. He felt the urge to pick up his sword and chop them down.

When another young man came forward, the old man drove him away again because his soul power was not up to standard.

"We only accept monsters here, not ordinary people. If you are over thirteen years old, or your spirit power is not above level twenty-one, you don't need to waste your time here."

As he spoke, a rich red light suddenly released from the old man's body, and a stick-shaped martial spirit with a total of six spirit rings appeared and rose from under his feet. The dazzling light immediately became the focus of the whole audience.

Then, the old man roared in the same domineering manner: "Next!"

That's the thing. The fact that a Soul Emperor is pretending to be so cool is not enough to cause any waves in Feng Yan's heart.

What made Feng Yan speechless was that Zhu Zhuqing pulled Feng Yan and said excitedly: "Soul Emperor? An academy that only accepts monsters? Isn't the other meaning of the word monster genius? Master Yan, isn't this a good place to become stronger?!"

That's true, because Zhu Zhuqing, who is level 27, definitely exceeds the standards of Shrek Academy.

"If you practice as fate would have it, and try your best to be diligent, then what will be compared in the end is not the level of innate soul power? Zhuqing, don't you think there is something wrong here?"

Feng Yan has always been very straightforward when it comes to cultivation. Anyway, he didn't see that this old Soul Emperor had any unique secrets that could allow him to establish his own school.

Zhu Zhuqing understood everything immediately. Feng Yan had mentioned the "Law of Wealth, Friends and Land" as soon as she entered the village. I'm afraid Shrek would not touch on any of them.

I'm afraid that Shrek Academy only accepts geniuses with high innate soul power. Although Zhu Zhuqing couldn't say what was wrong, one thing was obvious.

"Master Yan, do you mean that Shrek Academy is only cultivating geniuses?"

Although the two spoke in low voices, the Soul Emperor's display of strength just now caused the scene to fall into silence, and everyone could hear clearly what Feng Yan said.

At once, hundreds of eyes turned to Feng Yan and Zhu Zhuqing.

Feng Yan was already a little unhappy because he was being shown off so close to him early in the morning, but he didn't expect that the old man would add another sentence.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant. Don't think that you know more than others because you rely on your family. Don't be so frivolous! If you can't do it, get out of here. Don't waste my time!"

(End of this chapter)