From Puppet Prince To Night King

2021-10-29

Chapter 182 181. Shame! I really am not suitable for swords (4.1K words - please subscribe) Longxia Academy, Longevity Academy.

The shade of the trees forms the sea, the cicadas chirp like waves, and the sun shines down on the young faces full of hope and vigor.

Four youngsters are standing side by side.

And a cold and charming woman in a vermilion strong suit is clinging to a cigarette stick, standing in front of the four.

“Whether it is the Spirit Beast assassin, the mechanical assassin, the horizontal training assassin, or the sword-wielding assassin, if you want to step into the Grade 9 realm, you must lay a solid foundation.”

“ What is the foundation?"

"The body is the foundation!"

"Of course, you don't need to accept the strength of Grade 8 and the strength of Grade 7, but in order to To be able to accurately cultivate the martial skill of Grade 9, you must also exercise your body well."

"It's just that your progress is different. Some students have already exercised their bodies, while others have just started."

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"Stay for those who have exercised well, and run three laps around the Longxia Academy if they haven't exercised well."

Mother Mo is very energetic.

Although she has experienced a love without love at all, and even at this moment, she is still carrying the reputation of "Mr. No Name's lover", but she has already figured it out.

This life, if there is no suitable person, then live alone.

There is nothing wrong with being alone.

Become a school teacher, and have a new environment, an environment that is no longer dark and oppressive.

There are colleagues here, there are dísciple . She finds a new meaning in life in this new way of life, and thus is reborn.

Bai Yuan looked at Mother Mo's spirit and was silently happy for her.

The fatty next to him poked his arm carefully with his finger, and then said: "Eldest Senior Brother, don't look at the teacher, it's time for us to run."

Bai Yuan understands of.

The person who Mother Mo said "has to run three laps without a good workout" refers to him and fatty.

So he started running.

Running is better than drawing a sword.

Wu Qing had already told him that the Little County Lord had conveyed an order from the organization that he should no longer rush to Mother Mo, and then he had to obey Mother Mo's arrangement to learn the sword.

This news is terrible He can't draw his sword no matter what, no matter how clumsy his posture is, it's still "Sword God draws a sword", and he also wraps fire in paper and can't hide it of.

So, he went for a run with fatty.

The squinting and muscular classmates in the distance began to cultivate the Grade 7 Martial Skill selected for them by Mother Mo under the guidance of Mother Mo.

It's midsummer and the weather is hot.

Fat only ran for a while before brow beaded with sweat, but he was obviously persistent, and even though his steps were vain, his eyes were still bright.

"No, no, no, Eldest Senior Brother, I can't run anymore."

Bai Yuan said: "We only ran a lap."

"This lap is too long for such a long lap, we have to run twice more"

fatty said, continuing to run.

Bai Yuan reminded: "It's not running twice, it's going to continue tomorrow."

fatty wailed: "kill me."

The two of them On the way, I also encountered some dísciples from other schools. Those dísciples also have basic skills in cultivation, but more of them have already reached Grade 8 or Grade 7.

There is no ridicule for the two running people, everyone came here like this.

It's just that, for these unfamiliar juniors, many seniors are paying attention, they are familiar, maybe they will act together in the future, after all, there are often meetings between the academy and the school There is interaction, as well as networking experience.

In the Academy, there are many dignitaries and many ordinary persons, these all have invisible "classifications".

The powerful and powerful look down on the ordinary person, and the ordinary person also looks down on the powerful, although in the Academy, both the powerful and the ordinary person are treated equally, but both sides despise each other.

In short, despise the chain everywhere.

So, students who call themselves senior always look at the newcomers and make a general classification of them.

Normally this sort of classification would be peaceful, but today it's different.

"It's the Sixth Prince."

"The Sixth Prince is running."

"I heard that the Sixth Prince came to the Academy, didn't expect it to be Really, as a prince, he has not reached Grade 9 yet?"

"I think Sixth Prince is more temperamental and more graceful than someone who has achieved Grade 7."

"hmph But Grade 7 is Grade 7 after all, and the crowning ceremony has not yet broken through Grade 9, so it can be seen that the rumors in normally are true. As a royal descendant, I don't know how to cherish resources, if I have him Half, no, even with one-tenth of the resources, the achievements will not stop there."

"General Feng, wouldn't you take this opportunity to make friends with this prince?"

"I'm just a general from the Aristocratic Family. I'm here to study, I won't make friends."

"But when King Jing came to inspect the academy last time, you rushed over there."

"That's different, King Jing is King Jing, I have to go and salute."

Many whispered and commented.

The dignitaries don't want to approach Bai Yuan, because Bai Yuan's political future is not good. In the battle for succession at this time, with a prince who has an uncertain future and no hope, that is courting death .

The commoners also don't want to approach Bai Yuan, because Bai Yuan doesn't show the appearance and bearing that a prince should have, and he has not broken through Grade 9 at the age of eighteen. , or take refuge.

Innate talent may be high or low, and cultivation techniques may be different, but it is by no means a prince.

This is really ridiculous.

fatty reminded in a low voice with a very familiar smile: "Eldest Senior Brother, they seem to look down on you."

Bai Yuan glanced at fatty, he was pretending to listen Nope, this fatty really sucks.

But the way fatty is laughing at this moment is really annoying.

So Bai Yuan decided to use the "Rider" move.He sneered, then shook his head.

fatty was a little stunned when he saw this mysterious and contemptuous smile. After all, he was still young, and he still didn't understand the dangers of the world and the meaning of the riddle man. For a time, he Started to ponder why Eldest Senior Brother as Sixth Prince had such a smile.

Three circles For a True Martial Artist, it's three sticks of incense time.

But an hour and a half had passed by this time, and the two had not finished running.

fatty gasped and sweated, his legs filled with lead, but he was still trying to move.

Bai Yuan doesn't want to run, he just wants to be a jerk, as long as he can break through the "death frontier", it's over, what else is there to learn? Learn to draw a sword? If he draws his sword, Heaven and Earth will be colorless, time will stop, what else will he draw? fatty said: "Eldest Senior Brother, I thought I couldn't run, but never expected you couldn't run either"

Bai Yuan sneered, then shook his head.

fatty was taken aback for a moment, but the two had been together for three hours, and the atmosphere was already familiar. Fatty asked, "Senior Brother, what's the meaning?"

Bai Yuan indifferently said: "You don't know how to run."

fatty really can't run anymore.

Bai Yuan also really likes this partner.

Together with fatty, this day was wasted like this, very good The two continued to work on foreign trade. Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in front of them.

Mother Mo looked at the fatty like "steamed fat pig" and the Sixth Prince who was brow beaded with sweat, then silently stood aside, and said: "Only hard work can bring rewards, I I'll wait for you at the finish line for lunch."

Hearing that it was time for lunch, Fatty was puffed up and sped up like a flashback.

Bai Yuan also picked up speed, and they both reached the finish line at the same time.

Suddenly, Bai Yuan thought of a terrifying thing, breakfast and dinner were provided by Little County Lord, so Mother Mo would not do this lunch? Soon, he knew that he thought too much. The Academy has a dining room, and in order to promote communication, the dining room is in a public place, and there is no "area" divided by power.

Although this may lead to contradictions, it is more to promote a friendly atmosphere of communication.

A beauty like Mother Mo is also outstanding in the entire school, and among the teachers, she can even be regarded as a "gonghua".

There are many men who want to get close to such a "gonghua".

But the thought of Mother Mo being Mr. Nameless's lover makes the men stop.

Even the most uninformed people know that Mr. Anonymous is one of the most untouchable people in the world.

But Mother Mo chatted with some female teachers. Mother Mo already knew the proportions and understanding of human feelings, and the two sides exchanged and became friends.

Mother Mo chatted for a while, then sat back and simply arranged the afternoon study plan.

After arranging for Xiao Squint, muscles, and fatty, she sat in front of Bai Yuan, said with a slight smile of encouragement: "Your Highness has been doing quite well these days, it's just that Everything is difficult at the beginning, Yu Mo believes that once His Highness is on the right track, it will progress rapidly."

Bai Yuan wanted to rush at her and tell her that it was impossible.

But the thought of the organization's requirements made my heart overwhelm.

He said respectfully: "Yes."

Mother Mo said with a smile: "Your Highness, do you know who is the one who evaluated His Highness's natural sword bone?"

Bai Yuan would like to know who this meddler is.

Seeing that he was silent, Mother Mo said indifferently: "Bai Yun City Lord."

Then, for fear that Bai Yuan would not know, Mother Mo explained: "Bai Yun City Lord, it's me. The Legendary assassin in the Longevity Building is only as powerful as Mr. Wuming. He is immortal in the sword. He is infatuated with the sword all his life. His sense of the sword is even more than that of many cultivators.

If Baiyun City Lord evaluates others, he is the best With one more sentence, he can barely use a sword, but when he evaluates His Highness, he is born with a sword bone, and even shows the appearance of obsession."

"Obsessed?"

Bai Yuan frowned.

Mother Mo was stunned for a while, then she covered her lips and said with a smile: "He just sees His Highness's innate talent for swordsmanship, and also said that if His Highness wants to learn swordsmanship, he is willing to teach His Highness."

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Bai Yuan got it.

Mother Mo is afraid that he will be discouraged, and she is trying to encourage him in a different way, trying to make him take the right path and make him work hard.

But at this time, he just wanted to beat Baiyun City Lord.

Mother Mo said gently: "Baiyun City Lord can evaluate His Highness like this, it can be seen that His Highness is truly a genius. Yu Mo looks forward to the day when His Highness holds the sword. Therefore, this afternoon, His Highness will start Cultivate sword skills."

Bai Yuan said: "I think my foundation is poor, I want to practice with fatty in the afternoon."

Mother Mo said with a smile: "Different students , when there are different teaching methods, teaching students according to their aptitude is what a teacher should do. Your Highness only needs to exercise for half a day, please believe in Yumo.”

After a nap.

Bai Yuan stands on the martial arts stage of the "Longevity Academy" holding the hero sword.

His hand was on the hilt of the Hero Sword, his fingers clenched tightly. Sure enough, the Hero Sword is extraordinary, as Mother Mo said, it has Sword Soul.

And at this time. He already felt Sword Soul's excitement.

The Sword Soul seems to have felt the existence of the person holding the sword through "contact", so it made a humming sound, like a dragon roar whispering, like Shen Yuan's long-term change. Chao waited until the real master, and wanted to rise up from the sky and show a great dive might in the hands of the master, and from then on, he would be all-powerful and proud of Nine Heavens.

Bai Yuan leaned over, pulled the hilt up cautiously, and looked into the scabbard.

golden.

It's golden . His Adam's apple rolled, and he hurriedly pressed the sword back.

After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly drew his sword again, drawing a millimeter, and continued to lean over to look.

golden!

It's still golden!

And it still carries the golden golden of lightning. As long as it is pulled out, it will be golden light radiating and lightning circling. pa! Bai Yuan pressed the sword back again.

NoThis sword should never be used.

On the other side, Mother Mo came to Bai Yuan after instructing her little squinty and muscular classmates. She was dressed in a vermilion robe to accentuate her exquisiteness.

She tapped her boots lightly, flew onto the martial arts stage, and stood in front of Bai Yuan.

Bai Yuan shoved the hero sword over in shame, lowered his head and said, "I'm not worthy to use this sword."

Sword Soul: ? ? ? ? ? ?

Mother Mo was stunned and asked with concern: "What happened?"

Bai Yuan said: "This sword refuses to be drawn by me."

Mother Mo strangely said: "There is still this matter."

Bai Yuan nodded, and then he held the hilt of the hero sword with five fingers, and began to draw "power".

Yes.The sword is completely motionless.

Mother Mo glanced at him and grabbed the sword with her right hand.

The hilt of the hero sword is quite long, and it looks like two or three punches.

Bai Yuan hurriedly moved his hand down, so that the hand of the jade ink teacher could grab the hilt and not touch him at such a close distance. When I arrive, I am afraid that I will be angrily accused of "filial piety".

Mother Mo grabbed the scabbard with her left hand, then looked towards Bai Yuan and said, "Let's work hard together."

Bai Yuan solemnly nodded.

Then, the two of them work together.

But how could Mother Mo pull it out? Bai Yuan is plugged in at full capacity.

And Bai Yuan's cultivator power, Mother Mo, as a Grade 7 Martial Artist, is fundamentally impossible to confront.

If Bai Yuan wanted to insert it, Mother Mo only felt that the sword was completely motionless, and it seemed that the sword was refusing to be drawn.

"Strength again!" Mother Mo clenched her teeth, she didn't believe it anymore.

“en!” Bai Yuan nods.

The two began to work together again.

Mother Mo used all her strength to get the sword drawn.

Bai Yuan pretended to be pulling, but in fact, he was secretly moving his sword into the sheath.

A moment later.Mother Mo gave up.

She let Bai Yuan let go and pulled it out again, but it came out as soon as she pulled it out.

Bai Yuan laughed self-deprecatingly: "This sword is called a hero, if there is a Sword Soul, and this Sword Soul obviously doesn't want to be ruined by me and the others, just right. It's just hahaha."

He seemed to be injured, so he stopped looking at Mother Mo, turned around and got off the martial arts stage, and walked into the distance, his figure was indescribably lonely.

Mother Mo looked at the hero's sword in her hand, and then looked at the Sixth Prince who was farther and farther away, and was a little dazed for a while.

A person who was born with a sword bone, but could not draw a sword Sixth Prince Is the quality already so bad?

And what a cruel reality is this?

"Your Highness, Your Highness! ! ”

Mother Mo shouted from a distance and chased after him.

In midsummer, the situation changed suddenly, and an iron-grey rain cloud suddenly appeared.

The raindrops tried to land A drop or two, followed by pouring down.

(end of chapter)