On the eighth day of the fourth month, it is advisable to bury the priests, and the marriage leave is not adopted

"Brother, why are you in such bad spirits. Xiao Zhengtai looked at Tang Luo who was staring at the two dark circles very worriedly.

"Smack. ”

Tang Luo's expressionless palm snorted at Zhengtai's head, and slapped his head blocking the light aside: "Cultivate, brother, this is the mark of the struggle for the family." ”

"Oh. Xiao Zhengtai hugged his head and walked into the cultivation room step by step.

Tang Luo, who slapped Xiao Zhengtai's head, finally felt a lot smoother, and since he instructed Wu Luo out that day, he hadn't slept well for a day.

"It's inhumane for you to work overtime like this. Tang Luo pointed out the unhealthy state of the Mystic Pavilion many times, but they all turned a deaf ear.

Fighting with a group of middle-aged people who are at the peak of their mortal potential, Tang Luo really lost, this kind of creature who gets up after meditating and pranayama for an hour and is full of energy, can it really be called a human being.

Watching them work day and night to turn the secret books of martial arts that only researchers can understand into iron scrolls that can be learned by martial artists, I can only sigh that it is a waste for this group of people not to engage in scientific research.

It was also at this time that he knew why the developed cheats had to be handed over to the Secret Art Pavilion before they could be printed for martial artists to cultivate, because you couldn't believe how barren the knowledge of this group of teenagers who had practiced martial arts since childhood.

Each of the martial arts books that Tang Luo revised, depending on the level of complexity, was about seven or eight pages thick, while the thin one was only two or three pages. The rest is the content of the exercise itself, so it will not be repeated.

But after these days of rewriting, he realized that these contents that did not need to be repeated in the Secret Art Pavilion were actually so profound.

Most of the martial artists who have practiced martial arts for more than ten years can't even tell the exact location of the acupuncture points, and the lines they have practiced since childhood rely on rote memorization.

Not to mention Sun Luo, the smallest in the human body, who can't even recognize the canons and strange scriptures, Tang Luo was actually surprised to find that a martial artist who can clearly understand the twelve meridians, the twelve meridians, and the twelve skins is already considered knowledgeable.

And for a person who wants to study martial arts, he is obviously not even a disciple.

Therefore, what the Mystic Pavilion had to do was to turn the names of those Sun Luo into easy-to-understand guides, and tell him how the aura should proceed from an inward-looking perspective.

The content of one page, after translation, turned out to be more than ten pages. If it involves a complex line of practice, this number will have to be multiplied several times.

The so-called submission of martial arts, for people outside the Mystic Pavilion, it is simply to submit ideas, and for the inside of the Mystic Pavilion, one of the most important tasks is to evaluate the value of a martial art and translate it.

Then teach it to the designated instructor or martial artist to achieve the purpose of popularization.

While others are familiar with the way, the translation of three or five exercises can be over, and Tang Luo needs to translate a full ninety-seven books.

Among them, Wu Luo's practice route is even more complicated to the extreme.

The sect elders of the Mystic Pavilion had finished their work in the first few days, and then they were all helping Tang Luo translate.

And Tang Luo's dark circles are boiled out these days.

Therefore, even if the spiritual power has accumulated to 2941.2, he is still not happy at all, he just feels that he can't do anything.

And the rules of the Secret Art Pavilion not to raise idlers are set by themselves, even if they are in pain, Tang Luo has to mention the spiritual modification of martial arts.

Fortunately, the Tang Clan's inventory is rich enough, and there are many martial arts that can be modified, and many of them are ambitious, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.

"It's good to wait for a while. He comforted himself with his discomfort.

As long as you reach the Mortal Realm, you can start to study the Huang-level martial arts, and the work pressure will drop by five times, and you won't be as tired as you are now.

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Tang Mansion Dining Room

Because the two brothers are not there, the huge mansion is a little deserted, but fortunately, Tang Sen will come back every night to accompany Xu Shuhui to dinner, otherwise if she is the only one, I really don't know if I can endure such coldness.

The dinner table with Tang Sen is always super lively, because this is a martial artist who eats everything very fragrant and eats a lot.

The whole dinner table heard his snoring sound, Tang Luo always doubted that Tang Nuannuan could eat himself roundly, which must have been due to his father's great credit.

"Eat slowly, I have something to ask you. Xu Shuhui hugged Xiao Nuannuan with one hand, and patted Tang Sen who was immersed in eating with the other.

"Hmm. Tang Sen still had rice grains hanging on the corner of his mouth, and raised his head in confusion, childish as a teenager.

"It's all the fathers of three children, how can they still look like a stupid boy. Xu Shuhui stretched out her hand to pluck the rice from Tang Sen's mouth and teased.

"Hey, hey. Townsend smiled, looking honest and simple.

"Beautiful, nerd. Xu Shuhui rolled her eyes angrily, stuffed the rice into his mouth and talked about business.

"You said that if Luo Er really awakened some bloodline, wouldn't the eldest nephew come this time to take him back to Yuanzhou?"

She couldn't help but be worried, she originally thought that it was impossible for Tang Luo to awaken the bloodline, but since the first day of the Secret Art Pavilion Council in early April, there have been more than a dozen clan elders who have deliberately come to the door.

After the greetings, everyone said that Tang Luo was an out-and-out martial arts genius, and in the future, the Secret Art Pavilion would be handed over to him, and Yunyun would be relieved.

This made her can't help but mention that she is the one who has the most experience about the strength of the Xu family.

If it weren't for her brother's desperate efforts to create opportunities for her, how could she elope with Tang Sen.

And the Xu family's emphasis on bloodline, she knows better that Tang Luo has not awakened, but once he really awakens any bloodline ability, even if it is a waste vein.

With the temperament of the Xu family, they will also forcibly take it away, as a family that has been a saint, the Xu family always has a sense of superiority, even if the Xu family is no longer the strongest clan sequence, but this arrogance has not changed at all.

This worries her.

Tang Sen could feel his wife's uneasiness, stretched out his hand and shook Xu Shuhui's hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'm here." ”

Xu Shuhui smiled at Tang Sen and held his palm with her backhand, which was still so powerful and reassuring.

Tang Sen held Xu Shuhui's hand like this, and lowered his head to eat again.

Snoring and purring.

Xu Shuhui couldn't help but chuckle when she saw that her husband could eat so neatly with one hand.

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Kawamoto

Dalenshan Castle

Baixiangju Bamboo Pavilion Private Room

"Bring all your girls up~" Junjie, a young man with peach blossom eyes, threw a golden leaf towards the turtle and said casually.

"Okay, sir, wait a minute~" The turtle man carried his back, stuffed the gold leaf into his arms, and opened the curtain to go out.

After a while, Tingting swept in more than a dozen girls, smiling and saluting the young man: "Son~"

"You, you, you, you, you, you, you and you stay, let the rest out. The young man pointed with his finger and left eight of them behind.