Douluo: Legend of the Ancestral Dragon

392: His master vomited blood, Xue Ye could not do it

　　"Zhuqing, little raccoon," cried Ao Tian.

　　He took out two golden dragon scales with the names Zhu Zhuqing and Xiaoli engraved on them.

　　"This is a gift for you."

　　Zhu Zhuqing and Xiaoli immediately showed shock, their eyes shining, and they could not turn away.

　　They recognized this type of dragon scales, and Xiao Wu, Gu Yuena, Qian Renxue, and Auntie Dong all had one in their hands.This was the status symbol of Aotian women.

　　Xiao Wu had once shown them the power of the dragon scales, which made them envious.

　　Xiao Wu said that this was a treasure that was even stronger than a divine weapon.

　　Unexpectedly, they could have it too.

　　At this moment, endless ecstasy and happiness filled their hearts.

　　The surprise came too suddenly, and both of them were stunned for a while.

　　Why don't you thank Big Brother Tian?” Xiao Wu secretly stabbed Zhu Zhuqing, reminding him.

　　“Thank you Tian .. Big Brother Tian.” Zhu Zhuqing took the dragon scales and shouted sheepishly.

　　Her pretty face was flushed red, and she had called out to this Tiege many times in her dreams, and she had finally called out to him today.

　　“Thank you, Brother Tian.” Xiaoli also received her own gift and was overjoyed.

　　Ao Tian smiled and said, "Xiao Wu, if you have time, tell them about the function of this dragon scales."

　　“OK, leave it to me.” Xiao Wu patted his chest and said.

　　After a while, Xiao Wu asked, "Brother Tian, now that the Spirit Master Teacher Competition is over, where are we going next?"

　　Ao Tiandao: "I won't go anywhere. You can stay in Wuhun City to cultivate in the following days."

　　"Well." yeah." Some girls nodded.

　　...

　　Early in the morning, Tang Hao brought Tang San out of the forest where he had rested for the night, and rushed to the nearest big city.

　　Tang Hao had to let Tang San recover as soon as possible, so he couldn't delay Tang San's cultivation.

　　In the city, the father and son paid a high-level healing soul master to take care of them.

　　Most of Tang San's injuries had recovered, and the rest would be able to recover on their own with his strong resilience.

　　The injuries on Tang Hao's body were not easily treated, and the effects of the treatment were unclear.

　　But he also did not care, with his cultivation, this injury could be restored as long as it took time.

　　Coincidentally Tang San also needed several years of hard work, sufficient time.

　　The father and son entered the city in the morning and left in the afternoon.

　　Tang Hao led in front, while Tang San followed behind.

　　Tang Hao was heading towards the Heaven Dou Empire, not on the big road, but looking for a complicated terrain to move forward.

　　“Dad, where are we going now?” Tang San asked curiously from behind.

　　Tang Hao said: "From now on, I will do a series of training for you. The Hall of Spirit has attacked you, you have no way out, you can only make yourself stronger in a short time. If not, you will spend the rest of your life. I can only live in a dark corner like a rat."

　　Tang San clenched his hands tightly, with a stern expression on his face, saying: "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely finish your training in no time."

　　Tang Hao slightly nodded and said, "This trip will take half a month, so be prepared."

　　"Dad, I can hold on," Tang San said.

　　Tang Hao stopped talking and took the lead in front of him silently, choosing the secluded places to visit.

　　Tang San, who was following behind, hesitated for a moment, but still asked what he had always wanted to know.

　　"Dad... Was my mother killed by the Wuhun Temple?"

　　As soon as Tang San finished speaking, Tang Hao suddenly stopped and turned to look at Tang San.

　　The sullen temperament in his body disappeared in an instant, his aura was full, and his sharp eyes were like two lightning strikes at Tang San, causing Tang San to feel a tingling pain.

　　A fiercely fluctuating emotion flashed across Tang Hao's face, the momentum of his explosion quickly subsided, and he calmly said: "Don't ask about this in the future, with your current strength, it's your current strength, You are not qualified to know the truth. If you know the answer, Make Yourself Stronger as soon as possible, and when You meet My Requirements, I'll naturally tell You the answer."

　　With that, he turned around and continued.

　　Tang San stood on the spot, his fists clenched tightly, almost breaking his own palm, a strong hatred appearing on his face.

　　Even though his father didn't tell him the answer now, how could he not guess from his father's fluctuating emotions violently?

　　His mother's death must have something to do with the Hall of Souls!

　　Given that she had not had her mother's love since she was a child, and had never seen her mother's appearance, the hatred in Tang San's heart became increasingly uncontrollable.

　　"Wuhun Hall, one day, I, Tang San, will make you pay your debts with blood!" Tang San roared with hatred in his heart!

　　"Forward!" Tang Hao's flat voice came from the front.

　　Only then did Tang San wake up from the intense hatred, and quickly follow in his father's footsteps.

　　Half a month later, the father and son stopped in front of a towering mountain.

　　Tang Hao carried his hands on his back, looked at the towering mountain range in front of him, and said:

　　"In the next two years, I'll hold a special training for you here, and I hope you can meet my requirements in two years."

　　Hearing her father's words, Tang San's heart flared with fighting spirit, saying: "Dad, don't worry, I can definitely do it."

　　"it's good."

　　Tang Hao stepped in, Tang San followed firmly ...

　　...

　　At this moment, Tiandou City, the gate of Shrek Academy.

　　Master and Liu Erlong who had just come from the clan stood here, watching the scenery inside Shrek Academy.

　　The predecessor of this academy was Lanba Academy, and it was also famous in Tiandou City. In particular, the admission of students does not depend on the status of the student. As long as his talent was sufficient, ordinary children could enter here to learn.

　　Hence, a large number of young soul masters came to study here every year.Although Blue Ba Academy is not as big as the Royal Academy, there are still many students.

　　Now, master and Liu Erlong were standing at the academy's gate, and all they saw was depression and desertion, and they could no longer see the lively scenes of the past.

　　The Grandmaster's brows furrowed, and he looked extremely worried.

　　Liu Erlong sighed, "Let's go in."

　　When the two came to the gate, Liu Erlong stopped and asked the guard, "What's wrong? Why is the academy so deserted?"

　　The guard was still used to calling Liu Erlong the dean, so he hurriedly replied, "President, since the team that participated in the final of the Spirit Master Competition ten days ago returned, some scandals about our academy have spread in Dou Heaven City. ."

　　After speaking, he carefully glanced at his master and continued: "Then, many students came out."

　　His master's face trembled, and waves of anger had already appeared.

　　"What scandal?" ask her furiously.

　　"This is the scandal of Dai Mubai and his brother-in-law, and..." The guard hesitated, not daring to continue.

　　"There is also news that you were sentenced for half a month in Wuhun City, Master. I don't know who spread the news, described your tragic experience clearly, said that you covet the Pope's beauty and tried to coerce*Pope, so I was punished by the Pope. Even..even..."

　　The master showed a cold aura and shouted loudly, "Even what?"

　　The guard did not dare to offend the Grandmaster, so he quickly replied, "Even every day in Dou Heaven City, there are many storytellers who tell the story of you and Dai Mubai from morning to night. The audience was full, and they were all clapping."

　　"gasps!"

　　Master could not bear it anymore, his anger assaulted his heart, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his head was dizzy, and he almost fell down.

　　"Maogang!" Liu Erlong hurriedly supported his master and shouted in sorrow.

　　“I'm fine.” The master pushed Liu Erlong's hand, gasped for breath, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked to the academy in despair.

　　Seeing Master's appearance, Liu Erlong felt extremely depressed.

　　He knew that the master's long-term desire was to hope that his theory could be recognized by the world, put away his own trash reputation, and become a true respected master.

　　However, it backfired, and he had now become a notoriously ruthless horny pervert, and his reputation had been completely destroyed.

　　This was even more uncomfortable than killing him It was a mental torture, and it would be like a nightmare, and it would be difficult to get rid of.

　　No wonder after hearing the news, his master would be so angry that he vomited blood, and it was already a good idea if he did not faint.

　　“Omong empty what are you talking about!” Liu Erlong reprimanded the guard and walked towards his master.

　　The guard narrowed his eyes, glanced at the figure of the master who was lost and stumbled, and sneered in disdain.

　　"The old disgusting things, I've done them all, and I'm afraid of what others will say ... Our Dean is so beautiful, why his eyesight is so bad, it's a cheap old thing ..."

　　...

　　“Xiaogang, Xiaogang, wait for me.” Liu Erlong chased after him, reaching out to help the collapsed master.

　　His master's face had an unrequited expression on his face.

　　Someone in Heaven Dou City increased his deeds in Spirit City, and even exaggerated the contents, this feeling was even more uncomfortable than the half a month he was tortured by Aunt Dong.

　　This time, his reputation was completely ruined.

　　He had reason to believe that this matter must have been the ghost of Wuhundian behind the scenes, deliberately tarnishing his image.

　　He could imagine that not only in Dou Heaven City, but also in the other corner of Douluo Continent, many storytellers were slandering his reputation.

　　Walking in the academy, the students who had yet to leave quietly pointed to the master, speaking in disdain.

　　When his master saw this scene, his heart was a hundred times more uncomfortable than eating flies.

　　"Aunt Dong, you have a very evil heart, if you don't take this revenge, I, Yu Xiaogang, swear that I won't become a human!"

　　The master shouted tragically, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes twisting, and he fainted on Liu Erlong's arm.

　　“Xiaogang, what's wrong with you?” Liu Erlong shouted anxiously, hurriedly picked up his master and ran inside.

　　Not long after, in the master's room, Flender, Zao Wou-Ki and the others had gathered here.

　　A teacher who is good at healing is taking care of his master.

　　"Don't worry, Dean, the Grandmaster is no longer in serious trouble. It's just a matter of anger and heart attack. Just rest for two days and you'll be fine. "The teacher in charge of the treatment put away his soul skill and said to Liu Erlong.

　　Liu Erlong and the others finally heaved a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

　　At this moment, his master slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

　　“Xiaogang, you're up.” Liu Erlong hurriedly helped his master to sit down.

　　"How are you feeling?" tanyakanya.

　　His master looked much better and smiled bitterly: "I'm fine."

　　Flender sighed: "Xiaogang, Erlong has told us what happened just now. Now there are people everywhere who slander your reputation. We were both angry, but we could do nothing. There are too many storytellers."

　　The master sneered and said, "This should be ordered by the Spirit Hall behind the scenes. How can we defeat them with our strength?"

　　Flender frowned and said, "Listen, can we ask Xue Qinghe for help? With his presence, it should be able to prevent this kind of thing from happening again."

　　The grandmaster shook his head and said, "It is useless, the Wuhun Temple wants to punish me, why only in Tiandou City? I'm afraid this scene is staged in places where there is a Wuhun Temple on the mainland."

　　“Aunt Dong, you evil woman.” Liu Erlong gritted his teeth.

　　“Then let this matter be left alone? It will cause great damage to your reputation,” Flender said.

　　The master sighed: "This matter is a definite conclusion, and there is nothing we can do about it."

　　Hearing his master say this, everyone in the room felt uneasy.

　　The master changed the subject and said, "But... Yu Xiaogang wrote this hatred for me."

　　Flender moved in his heart and asked, "Xiaogang, is there anything you can do?"

　　The teacher nodded and said, "Stupid people. They believe what others say."

　　As he said that, he sneered and said, "However, history is written by the victors. As long as the Spirit Hall is destroyed, it will be his Aunt Dong, not me, Yu Xiaogang!"

　　Everyone understood what his master meant, and all nodded in agreement.

　　Liu Erlong said with heartache: "Xiaogang, with our current strength, we don't know how long we should wait until we want to destroy the Wuhun Temple. You are burdened with ugliness and rejected by others, and I feel uncomfortable. ."

　　The Master smiled freely and said: "Little San once said that when heaven will give people great responsibility, they must first suffer for their desires. This despicable act of the Wuhun Temple is not some kind of forging for my Taoism? I'll turn this shame into an unyielding fighting spirit, and one day, Auntie Dong will pay a fair price for her actions!"

　　“Xiaogang, it will definitely happen, there will definitely be a day like that,” Liu Erlong said, tears already flowing in his eyes.

　　"There must have been a day" Flender said.

　　His master nodded, the previous despair had dissipated, and a confident smile returned to his face.

　　However, such discomfort was only suppressed by him in the depths of his heart and did not disappear.

　　He looked at Flender and asked, "Boss Fl, what else happened when Erlong and I left?"

　　Flender said: "Oscar and Ma Hongjun have gone to training together. I set goals for them. If they don't become Soul Kings, they're not at all allowed to return."

　　The master nodded and said, "With their talent, and according to the cultivation method I set for them, it will be easy to cultivate to the Soul King within a few years. What else?"

　　"Emperor Xue Ye is dying" Flender said.

　　“What?” exclaimed the master, his body slightly sitting down, his eyes fixed on Flender.

　　Flender said: "The team returned to the Sky Dou City ten days ago. I don't know if the results of the Spirit Master Competition make Your Majesty unacceptable. Within a few days, his condition worsened. It has reached the point of deadly disease. I thought, Your Majesty might not last for a few days."

　　The Grandmaster's face showed excitement and said: "OK, Xue Qinghe is finally ready to ascend the throne. He has formed an alliance with us. As long as he succeeds, he can implement the policy of boycotting the Spirit Hall."

　　“No, I have to go and congratulate him myself.” With that, he was about to get off the bed.

　　But after thinking about it, he paused again and said, "No, I will congratulate him now, isn't that Your Majesty's curse?"

　　Liu Erlong chuckled and said, "What are you worried about? Once he becomes emperor, it won't be too late for us to find him again."

　　"Yes, Erlong, you are very wise, hahaha ..." The master laughed out loud.

　　Seeing his master in a much better mood, Flender and the others finally felt relieved.