Chapter 14 Accident
The meat is very fragrant, and after a year, his craftsmanship has improved a lot.
The aroma is overflowing and the saltiness is moderate, so working students will never tire of eating it.
For Xiao Wu, a transformed soul beast who had just arrived in a human city and had never eaten human food.
In my mind, I just thought that those things I had eaten before were what the hell.
After eating, his face was red and shiny.
The same was true for Tang San.
I have lived with Tang Hao for six years, and I often don't have enough to eat.
If it weren't for village chief Jack's constant support, he might have starved to death.
In the past, I drank milk after being full and hungry, but when I got older, I had no money to buy food.
After eating pickles and white porridge for three or four years, I almost forgot the taste of meat.
Now that I'm eating this, I feel a little moved.
Eating with big mouthfuls.
There was a little more recognition in my heart for Fang Ling, a person I had just met for the first time.
Fang Ling ate the last piece of meat in the box.
Seeing everyone put down their bowls, he said: "Give me the bowl. I just happened to be cleaning the box and washed all the bowls by the way."
"Thank you." Tang San handed the bowl to Fang Ling and said thank you again.
He just wanted to study hard. Although the concierge was a bad guy, he could meet a teacher he respected.
There was also a kind person in the dormitory who gave me braised pork for free, which was quite nice.
Is this a turn of events?
Speaking of asylum, will work-study students be excluded in colleges?
Tang San thought secretly.
Xiao Wu was in a daze.
Fang Ling called out softly: "Sister Xiaowu?"
Xiao Wu came to her senses and quickly handed the bowl to her.
As the boss of the dormitory, he quickly responded: "Thank you, just do your thing, I don't care about you."
"Okay, this is best."
Fang Ling nodded, stacked the bowls in the lunch box, took them and went out.
He didn't take a shower immediately, he just washed the dishes and put them back first.
Then came to the small woods in the corner of the college.
This is a corner of Notting College. The soil is soft and easy to accumulate water. It is also filled with a special smell. It is easy to step on mud when entering. Generally, few people come here.
Those formal students who like to gather in groups and care about respectability will not like this place.
But Fang Ling didn't mind it, he wasn't afraid of getting dirty, and he didn't have any soul beasts or powerful beasts.
If you step on mud, just wash it off.
He just likes to practice his own sickle technique here alone.
Trees were his planned targets.
Aim at one position and swing with all your strength every time.
When it is cut on the tree trunk, it makes a "beep" sound.
Even if he can't develop any of the imaginary specialties, it can make him better suited to the sickle and use it more smoothly.
Although he doesn't know how to fight, and he wasn't very good at studying in his previous life, he also knows the simple truth that "if you don't accumulate small steps, you can't reach a thousand miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't reach a river."
As long as you practice slowly and keep practicing, you will always gain something.
After about half an hour passed, he put away his martial spirit and stopped what he was doing.
After recalling Tang San and Xiao Wu's nimble movements today, they also began to try to move among the woods.
Fighting is not a stand-up attack, nor is it a two-person attack.
Just knowing how to use a sickle is not enough.
Others will run away and will not be killed by you.
This requires physical skills, and the reaction needs to be sensitive enough to avoid other people's attacks, and to find the right position to launch a counterattack.
Tang San's Ghost Shadow Trace was very good, a weapon for short-distance combat, but Fang Ling couldn't get it.
You can only try to practice it yourself.
If the body is flexible and coordinated enough, it should be able to achieve the same effect as the ghost shadow.
Practicing in this kind of mud has great resistance and the effect is just right.
As a result, the branches between the trees knocked him out and covered his body with blood marks.
The prosthetic leg got stuck on the ground. He was too slow to avoid it and hit a tree head-on. A big bump appeared on his forehead.
The nose was also bleeding.
Not only did he have a sharp head and horns, his nosebleeds were bright red like a winding snake, but his body was also full of tiny marks from being slapped by tiny branches.
In addition, because Fang Ling fell down several times, he was covered in mud and exuded a stench.
It was as if he was being abused by other students.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and limped back to Qishe under the disgusted eyes of others.
It's time to take a shower and come back for a change of clothes.
I also washed my clothes.
There were some mistakes this time, because he was too excited about the movement and lacked the necessary protection. He waited for him to go back and make preparations. Come again next time!
Some shabby cotton clothes and the like were tied to the tree.
Improve the prosthesis again.
Wood alone is not enough.
The tip is quite strong and can be used for normal walking, but the area is smaller and the pressure is ultimately greater than that of the intact right foot, making it too easy to get stuck in the mud.
I need to put a quick plate underneath, or replace it with an iron one?
That would be durable, but heavier.
Fang Ling thought about it, took the bucket and clothes, and walked towards the public bathroom.
……
One month later.
Tang San has obtained the spirit ring, and Xiao Wu has also become a spirit master.
He also went to watch the battle between work-study students and senior students.
The battle was exciting and he learned a lot.
In the end, as expected, Tang San arrived belatedly, and then showed his spirit ring and shocked everyone.
Xiao Wu has become the eldest sister in the college.
Work-study students ushered in real relaxation.
For Fang Ling, apart from saving more time by not sweeping the floor, the rest has little impact.
It was another afternoon and it was time to kill the pig.
Since he had to go to class in the morning, Fang Ling could only go in the afternoon.
He thought as he walked towards the slaughterhouse.
The self-created sickle method is still the same.
It took a year to become famous, and certainly not a month.
As for the body technique, he has already practiced it to some extent.
At least he won't hit the tree casually like before.
He cut some branches deep in the grove so that those small branches would not hit him.
Rotten cotton clothes were tied to the tree.
The body is also protected, and the joints are wrapped in cotton.
The clothes are also thicker.
This way it won't hurt if you fall.
So I became a little more unrestrained.
Not long after, Fang Ling walked along the road and arrived at the slaughterhouse alone.
After taking off his school uniform and changing his clothes, Fang Ling walked towards his work station.
After getting close, they called each one one by one.
"Grandpa Liu, Uncle Wang, Uncle Li, Uncle Huang, good afternoon, I'm here."
The three people at the back are strong and strong-looking, and they are all good at killing pigs.
Hearing his greeting, even while preparing tools, they all smiled at Fang Ling: "Good afternoon, little Fang Ling."
Grandpa Liu waved to him happily: "Hoho, our little genius soul master is here."
"First level innate, not many more geniuses left." Fang Ling just chuckled and let him rub his head.
"Innate level one can reach level four so quickly. In two years, he will be a soul master."
They ignored the squealing of the pigs and continued their small talk.
The words were full of happiness, and I was sincerely happy to have a soul master come out of the slaughterhouse.
They are all ordinary people who have no soul power and cannot practice, and cannot contact the soul master.
Soul masters are all superior.
But he could see a little soul master he was close to growing up quickly under his nose.
It’s also worth being happy about, and you’ll have to have a feast to celebrate later!
Fang Ling listened to them blowing water with a smile.
Speaking of another fallen soul master appearing somewhere nearby, Wuhun Palace has already sent people to encircle and suppress them.
Or how many concubines a nobleman in the empire had married.
There is also a war between the Star Luo Empire and the Tiandou Empire. Tiandou is retreating steadily, and the Spirit Hall is helping to mediate.
Fang Ling also occasionally interjected.
At this moment——
"Bang!"
A muffled sound came out.
The rope still tied up in one hand suddenly broke.
The pig moved desperately and broke free of one hoof in an instant.
After walking on the line of life and death, it once again got room to move. Even after being hungry for a day, it began to struggle ferociously.
Several other people quickly tensed their muscles, trying to speed up and fix it.
But how can he be stronger than a pig that has gone crazy after smelling the bloody smell of the same kind?
"No, this beast broke free!"
(End of chapter)