Yang Ming sat cross-legged, like a seasoned pianist with more than ten years of experience, ten thin and long fingers playing gently on the guqin.

Dial, slash, prune, pinch, double flick, roll, whisk, fu, long lock, short lock, wheel, eight kinds of fingering from rusty to skilled, and then to the action like flowing water, pleasing to the eye at the same time, a song of forgetting worries slowly said.

Each sound played out is mellow and full, and the piano sound is melodious and beautiful, echoing in the ward, and the aftersound is lingering, endless, with the meaning of stirring people's hearts, and the ability to get rid of troubles.

Those who play the guqin to the master, can do the right hand to play the strings to break, that is, the finger is dust-free, the right hand sound is clean, neat, and there is no superfluous action.

Each phrase and the level of each piece of music are popped out by Yang Ming, and the vicarious succession and initiation of the whole piece, the modulation and frustration are as smooth as silky, infectious, and exciting, making people subconsciously immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

When the song ended, Yang Ming's palm turned down and pressed on the strings, and everyone was still intoxicated with the music, and they hadn't come back to their senses.

Yang Ming smiled slightly, then ignored the other party's shock and incomprehension, and turned his head to look at Tang San.

"Hmm~"

A muffled snort came out of his nostrils, Tang San's high fever subsided, he came back to his senses leisurely, raised his eyelids, and opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling.

"I'm ...... Where is it? ”

Tang San covered his groggy head, propped up his upper body, and saw a row of people standing next to the bed, Master, Yang Ming, Xiao Wu.

Tang San's memory was still stuck in the moment when Yang Ming left the Martial Spirit Forest with him on his back, and he was completely unaware of what happened after that.

Seeing that Tang San was fine, the master excitedly shook Yang Ming's hand and thanked him repeatedly:

"Yang Ming, thank you, thank you for saving Xiaosan."

In just a few days of getting along, the master had already regarded Tang San as his own son.

As Tang San said to him at the beginning, one day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father!

"Master, you don't have to thank me." Yang Ming smiled, "I am the brother of the third brother, this is what I should do." ”

The master glanced at Yang Ming deeply, deeply, without delving into why Yang Ming had the ability to heal in the morning, but only used it now, turned around, patted Tang San's shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Little San, you have a good brother!"

Tang San: "??? ”

Seeing that the master and Tang San were going to say something, Yang Ming didn't continue to stay here as a light bulb, picked up the guqin and hugged it in his arms, and said:

"Now that the third brother has recovered, then I will go back to the dormitory first."

Behind him, Xiao Wu chased all the way.

"Yang Ming, wait for me!"

Yang Ming walked out of the ward, looked at Doctor Xiao, and smiled.

He didn't say anything, but the meaning was already conveyed.

If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone!

Passing by Doctor Xiao, he left an unfathomable back to the other party, which made people incomprehensible, as if there was a fog shrouded in Yang Ming's body, full of mystery.

"You ......"

Physician Xiao raised his right hand and pointed at Yang Ming's back.

He was indignant, he was unwilling, he was puzzled.

After a long time, his face changed several times, and finally he withdrew his hand decadently.

Physician Xiao didn't understand what was going on just now, and why Yang Ming had such a powerful auxiliary ability.

Even if Physician Xiao asked himself, with his auxiliary martial soul, he would not be able to treat Tang San as easily as Yang Ming.

It's all a mystery!

Doctor Xiao left the infirmary straight and rode to the Martial Spirit Hall in a carriage.

Across the hallways and stairs, Dr. Shaw pushed open the office door, where Bishop Besca was leaning back in his chair and pretending to sleep.

"Coming back?"

Beska lifted her eyelids, crossed her fingers together, folded her palms on her chin, and looked at Dr. Xiao with a smile, looking confident.

"How's things going, that kid Yang Ming, has he already agreed to your conditions?"

"This ......"

Dr. Shaw was hesitant, a little afraid of disturbing Bishop Besca's good mood.

Seeing his virtue, the smile on Bishop Beska's face narrowed, his face was extremely gloomy, and he said in a deep voice:

"Don't you tell me that you haven't done a little thing?"

"No, it's not." In front of Bishop Beska, Dr. Xiao had no arrogance at all, raised his head humbly, and said in a low voice: "Things went well at the beginning, but it was just ...... It's just a little accident in the back. ”

"Oh?" Bishop Besca raised an eyebrow, "Tell me carefully?" ”

So, Beska reported the matter from beginning to end, without adding any personal sensory evaluation.

The more Physician Xiao spoke, the more Bishop Beska's brow furrowed.

Silent.

There was an unspeakable silence in the office.

Eventually, Bishop Beska sighed faintly, knowing that the matter was beyond his control, and determined to let it go, saying:

"It seems that with my bishop's identity, I can't recruit him, it's time to report to the higher authorities and let those superiors worry about Yang Ming's matter."

After that, for a long time, Bishop Besca didn't come to trouble Yang Ming again, and it seemed that he had given up pulling Yang Ming into the Martial Spirit Palace.

Yang Ming is also happy, in addition to taking classes every day to understand the common sense of Douluo Continent and the knowledge of martial souls, he is to be an otaku in the dormitory, not going anywhere, and concentrating on improving his soul power.

Due to the difference of the soul ring, Yang Ming's promotion at the soul master stage is equivalent to the promotion of others by three levels, and the time and energy required are also three times that of others.

If it weren't for the talent of innate soul power, I'm afraid that Yang Ming would be far behind others in terms of soul power.

In addition to soul power cultivation, Yang Ming did not leave behind to exercise, insisting on carrying heavy objects similar to turtle shells every day, compared to the previous weight of fifty catties, now it has increased to one hundred catties.

Spearmanship and swordsmanship, Yang Ming did not fall behind, and practiced whenever he had time.

The only thing that made Yang Ming unhappy was that every time he practiced swords, there was always a group of girls around him who watched strongly, and privately gave him the title of Moon Swordsman, which made him very uncomfortable.

Time keeps going backwards.

During this period of time, after Tang San recovered, under the inertia of the plot, he and the master later entered the Soul Hunting Forest again and obtained the soul ring in the original book, which will not be described here.

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, one semester is a year, and during the whole process, students are not allowed to go home, only relatives can come to visit.

For a year, Old Jack would come to the academy every month to visit Yang Ming, and every time he would bring Yang Ming's favorite food and winter clothes.

After a year's time, Yang Ming finally raised his soul power to level 15, and the further he went, the more difficult he felt.

Looking at the sky outside the window, Yang Ming's eyes showed a hint of homesickness.

Tomorrow is the day to return to the Holy Soul Village.

I don't know, how are they doing with Grandpa Old Jack?

(2 shifts)