I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

Cheng Rang gave Wu Tiao a blank look, turned his head and left, and waved his hands and said, "You single dog, don't you know what romance is?"

"Go to hell~ You're doing it right now." Wujo Satoru kicked away the gravel at his feet in a joking tone.

"Hahaha! I'm leaving first, so hurry up and entertain your little fans."

"Little fans?"

Gojo Satoru looked back, and saw the second-year student with blue long hair who was standing at the door of the meeting room just now, running up and down with his mobile phone in his hand.

As soon as she saw herself turning her head, the corners of her mouth couldn't stop turning up.

"Teacher Wutiao!!"

When Wutiaowu turned around and wanted to talk to Cheng Rang again, he found that no one could be found.

"This guy...."

"Teacher Wutiao! Could you please take a photo with me?"

"Of course you can~yeah!"

Gojo Satoru smiled cooperatively and gestured to the scissors, and with the click of the flash, Sanlun Xia successfully got a group photo of the two of them.

Apparently the elated girl had completely forgotten about her mission this time, so she agreed to come out to buy tea?

As expected of Gojo Satoru's fanatical fans.

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In the days that followed, it was time for the students preparing for the exchange meeting in the two schools to hurry up and exercise. They worked hard to make themselves stronger as much as possible.

Otherwise, the cowhide that was blown down would not be recovered, and it would not only be himself who would be ashamed by then.

But the practice of Polygonum cuspidatum encountered trouble.

"Hey..."

As soon as she entered the house, Isabella lowered her head and sighed, hung the key at the door, and took off her shoes.

Cheng Rang raised his head on the sofa, looked at Isabella at the door through the corridor, and asked with concern: "What's the matter, wife? She sighed as soon as she entered the door."

Isabella walked into the living room in two or three steps, jumped onto the sofa and threw herself into Cheng Cheng's arms.

"It's about the knotweed."

"Why, your genius master has also encountered a bottleneck?"

"Don't make fun of me." Isabella shrank in front of Cheng Rang.

She gently hit his chest in her arms, arched her head and adjusted herself to a comfortable position, "As for the practice of Brisac's spell, he still can't transform the spell."

Cheng Rang combed Isabella's silky long golden hair, calculated the time, and said, "How long has it been, less than two weeks, isn't it normal to not be transformed successfully? You won't Do you expect this kid from Knotweed to be stronger than me?"

"Of course the situation is different! What I'm talking about is that he has been unable to convert the spell power for a long time."

"Is there any difference?" Cheng Rang blinked.

"Yuhito successfully extracted his spiritual power on the fourth day of practicing the Brisac spell."

Cheng Rang spit out the wine he had just put into his mouth in one gulp, causing Isabella to break away from his embrace in disgust.

Cheng Rang wiped his mouth and stared, "What did you say?!"

Four days to extract mental power and perceive the spiritual realm?

For a young Knotweed who is only 15 years old and has basically never systematically received any similar training, he is simply a genius!

He was only three days behind Isabella!

Unknowingly, Cheng Rang felt that he had been hit invisibly.

By the way, he hasn't used spells for a while, and the promotion exam for the Vatican spell master is even far away. I don't know if he keeps fishing and getting unfamiliar, will the knotweed stick be better than himself in a few days, and he can't even force him. Can't pretend to be someone else? !

Cheng Rang thought about whether he should work harder to pick up the spell again. After all, Isabella, a good teacher, could take him with him. If Leticia caught him when he went back, it would be difficult. ...

"Theoretically speaking, it shouldn't be very difficult to transform the magic power of the knotweed stick that has touched the spiritual power."

The way to convert spiritual power into mantra is to infuse faith. Knotweed is not the kind of guy who is confused and doesn't know the way forward. Whether it is his grandfather's instructions to him, or the simple idea of ​​wanting to become stronger after experiencing life and death, he should be able to support his use The Brisac spell is right.

Cheng Rang asked an appropriate question, "Is it a problem with Nuo in his body?"

Isabella snapped her fingers, "You can finally notice this."

"...You mean, the double-faced Nuo in the body of the knotweed interfered with the process of transforming his mental power into magical energy?"

"Yes." Isabella nodded, "The spell energy is a special spiritual energy infused with strong positive emotions, and the Su Nuo residing in the knotweed is a collection of negative curses. Once the knotweed starts to transform the spell energy, Su Nuo's huge negative curse will completely neutralize or even tear up this trace of newly generated spell energy...."

The energy of mantras cannot be generated, and the circuit of mantras cannot be constructed. That is to say, as long as Su Nuo interferes in the body of the knotweed, even if this disturbance may be unconscious, it will prevent the knotweed from being able to enter the door of Brisac's spell.

Seeing Isabella's frown, Cheng Rang put down his glass and slapped his chest.

"Ham, I thought it was a big deal, leave it to me!"

Isabella quickly got up from the sofa, looked at Cheng Rang who walked out of the house, "Where are you going?"

"Drinking and visiting."

boom...

Then Cheng Rang, who found the knotweed stick, hugged him without saying a word, and put his palm on his head.

"Stinky boy, if you made your master worry about me for so long and didn't tell me, will you still treat me as a big brother?"

"No, what?!"

Just as Hu Zhang opened his mouth to ask something, he rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the place where he experienced a nightmare when he lost his heart last time.

.....

Su Nuo, who was sitting proudly on the top of the withered bones, held his chin and frowned slightly. He looked at the strange man walking towards him with a smile, and his heart trembled.

Fear for no reason, but I obviously have no impression of him at all, so Su Nuo asked:

"Hey, who are you?"

The man's answer made Su Nuo stand up furiously.

I saw his lips fluttering, and he said loudly in the eyes of the knotweed as if he had seen a ghost:

"—I am your father!"

Chapter 55 Menopausal Nuo will not dream of the bunny girl Sword God

Two-faced Su Nuo feels that she seems to have had a lot of nightmares recently.

——But will I have nightmares?

The two-faced Su Nuo couldn't help but wonder about this, and he didn't want to attribute the recent situation to things like "getting old and unable to remember things".

Before, he felt uncomfortable because he seemed to have a nightmare but couldn't remember what happened at all. He secretly interfered with the progress of Knotweed's desire to learn spells with Isabella.

However, Su Nuo, who was bored with this kind of thing recently, gave up this kind of behavior.

face hurts a bit...

So, after Cheng Rang had a "friendly" exchange of fists and kicks with the old man Su Nuo for the second time, Knotweed successfully mastered the operation of how to convert mental power into spell energy the next morning.

The results of the basic test were satisfactory, as Cheng Rang and Isabella had expected. Knotweed was a good seed for practicing mantras.

It just so happened that there was nothing to do recently, and Cheng Rang, who planned to pick up the mantra again, followed Isabella to consolidate the mantra practice, and took time for the two to lead the apprentice together.

Moreover, Isabella also surprised Cheng Rang about the knowledge of Esperanto and mantras of Knotweed.

She actually memorized all the books she read from Leticia!

Cheng Rang once wondered if his wife had been influenced by some Chinese exam-oriented education, and she didn't look like an American at all in terms of learning.

But it is also convenient for her to fulfill her wish of teaching and educating people.

After that, Gojo Satoru received Isabella's application for a larger training venue, because the knotweed was ready to start practicing spell release.

This news almost didn't scare Wutiao back on the spot when he was doing missions outside—what the hell? !This kid obviously doesn't have any spells. Isn't the condition for being able to release the spells is to share the spells with Su Nuo? This is the only possibility he can think of.

I'm afraid it wasn't that the knotweed made a secret deal with Su Nuo again for power?

Thinking that something was wrong, Gojo Satoru chose to get to the bottom of it. The reason was that he cared about his students. Later, he was almost choked by Isabella on the phone.

"When you let go of the shopkeeper, you still have the face to say [caring about the students] in front of me? Who is the one who cares about the knotweed?"

Gojo Satoru originally wanted to be cheeky and play haha ​​to fool him, but Knotweed seemed to have Mr. Campbell backing him, saying "I also think Mr. Gojo doesn't care enough for me."

Isabella giggled with satisfaction, and even went home to share the expression on Gojo Satoru's face with her husband.

Then Wutiao rejected Cheng Rang's gracious invitation to take him out for a drink, and passed the venue application with tears in his eyes.

The master and the apprentice are good, while using Wutiao teacher's money, while occupying his venue, and at the same time holding a denunciation meeting against him...

Don't mention how wronged Wu Jiang is.

After leaving a sentence, "When I come back, I must see how superb Mr. Campbell's technique is." After that, Gojo Satoru no longer took the initiative to contact the two.

After a long period of "intrigue" between Cheng Rang and the Buddhist monastery, Maki suffered a total of 27 "whiplashes of love".

More than half of them were in the middle of the night.

Regarding Cheng Rangyi's seriousness in checking the training indicators, and the behavior of breaking into the girls' dormitory at night without even being caught and bagged once, Zenyuan Maki seems to be working hard with him.

She thought of setting up organs around the dormitory to prevent Cheng Rang's [invasion] and serve as an early warning.

——This guy, can you at least let me sleep well?The highest record was seven raids in one night!Don't you sleep! ?

For this reason, Maki's face has faint dark circles, and she is often cared about by Kinsaki, who is a junior.

But what broke her down was that those institutions that she had carefully designed did not have even the slightest use for Cheng Rang, but instead made him worse.

So now Maki's sad and indignant expression after seeing Cheng Rang is like looking at an enemy, which is a pain for Fuhei and Nagasaki, who are in the first grade.

"I said Fukuro, don't you think that Maki-san has never given people a good face lately?" Nazaki held his forehead that had been knocked out, and poked Fukuro's spine.

"She's always been like that, it's just been a little bit more lately."

Fu Hei squatted on the ground with half-opened eyes, and glanced at the Zen Academy senior who was holding a samurai sword and scanning the venue with sharp eyes.

"Come on."

"I don't want it!" Nagasaki shook his head violently, and backed away again and again, "I'm going to find Senior Panda, at least he knows what it means to be sympathetic to a sweet woman."

"Then rock-paper-scissors." Fu Hei stretched out his fist.

But Nagasaki had already run away and disappeared.

Fu Hei locked his gaze on himself, and the senior sister of the Zen Academy who was walking step by step swallowed sharply, her face turning black.

"Enough rest time, Hui! Hurry up and continue!"

continue?What to continue?

Is that just going to be beaten? Does it have anything to do with training? !

"This is called anti-strike training. After you get injured, go to Doctor Cheng, that bastard, and you'll be fine soon."

Maki looked uneasy (actually she was not awake), beating the scabbard in her hand, and approached.

Fu Hei lowered his head, sighing as if accepting his fate.

"You might as well kill me."

"Pickled cabbage..."

Gou Juan stood aside, raised his hand to Fu Hei's back with his gaze as if he was looking at a warrior on the road.

Until now, Cheng Rang seems to have no intention of continuing to the next step, except for letting Maki live with his knife, grab the knife, and be beaten.

Of course, if Maki didn't make any progress, she would definitely quit.

In complete contrast, Maki feels that she has gained a lot.

At least when facing sudden attacks and attacks from various angles, she has a perception that is several times sharper than before.

In order to stop the loss in time, even if the saber is accidentally taken away by Cheng Rang, she can take Cheng Rang's subsequent blow as soon as possible.

Because Cheng Rang did not simply "beat" her, but targeted "beating".