The meat was very fragrant. After a year, his cooking skills had improved a lot.
It has a strong aroma and moderate saltiness, and the working students never get tired of eating it.
For Xiao Wu, a transformed soul beast who had just arrived in the human city and had never eaten human food.
All I could think of was what crap all those things I had eaten before were.
The face becomes rosy and shiny after eating.
The same is true for Tang San.
After living with Tang Hao for six years, he often didn't have enough to eat.
If it weren't for the frequent help from Village Chief Jack, he might have starved to death.
He drank milk one moment and went hungry the next, but when he grew up a little, he had no money to buy food.
After eating pickled vegetable porridge for three or four years, I almost forgot the taste of meat.
Now that I'm eating this, I'm actually a little moved.
Eating with big mouthfuls.
I felt a little more recognition for Fang Ling, a person I 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'm just going to clean up the box and wash all the bowls at the same time."
"Thank you." Tang San handed the bowl to Fang Ling and said thank you again.
He just wanted to study hard. Even though the doorman was a bad guy, he was able to meet a teacher he respected.
There was also a kind person in the dormitory who gave me braised meat for free, which was pretty nice.
Is this a turn of events?
Speaking of shelter, will working students be excluded in college?
Tang San pondered secretly.
Xiao Wu was a little dazed.
Fang Ling called out softly: "Sister Xiaowu?"
Xiao Wu came back to her senses and quickly handed the bowl to her.
As the head of the dormitory, he quickly responded: "Thank you, just do your thing, I won't care about you."
"Okay, that's best."
Fang Ling nodded, stacked the bowls in the lunch box, took it and went out.
He did not take a shower immediately, but just washed the bowl and put it back first.
Then we came to the grove in the corner of the college.
This is a remote corner of Notting College. The soil is soft and water easily accumulates here. There is also a strange smell. It is easy to step into the mud when you go in, so few people usually come here.
Those formal students like to hang out in groups and pay attention to respectability, and they will not like this place at all.
But Fang Ling didn't mind. He was not afraid of dirt, and he didn't have any soul beasts or powerful wild beasts.
If you step in mud, just wash it off.
He liked to practice his own sickle technique here alone.
The trees were his intended targets.
Each time, aim at one spot and swing with all your strength.
It hit the tree trunk, making a "du" sound.
Even if he doesn't develop the expected expertise, it will allow him to better adapt to the sickle and use it more smoothly.
Although he could not fight and was not very good at studying in his previous life, he also knew the simple truth that "a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; a river is formed by the accumulation of small streams."
As long as you practice slowly and continuously, you will gain something.
About half an hour later, he put away his martial spirit and stopped what he was doing.
Recalling Tang San and Xiao Wu's agile movements today, he also began to try to move among the trees.
Fighting is not a standing attack, nor is it a two-person head-on attack.
It's not enough to just know how to use a sickle.
Others will run away and will not let you beat or kill them.
This requires physical skills and quick reactions to avoid other people's attacks and to find the right position to launch a counterattack.
Tang San's Ghost Shadow is very good and is a powerful weapon for short-range combat, but Fang Ling has no way of getting it.
Just try to practice on your own.
If the body is flexible and coordinated enough, it should be able to achieve the same effect as the ghost trail.
Practicing in this kind of mud provides great resistance, and the effect is just right.
As a result, the branches between the trees hit it and left it covered in blood.
The prosthesis got stuck on the ground and he was unable to dodge it, so he hit the tree head-on, causing a big bump on his forehead.
My nose was also bleeding.
Not only did it have a prominent head, with bright red blood from its nose like a winding little snake, but its body was also covered with tiny marks from being whipped by tiny branches.
In addition, Fang Ling was covered in mud and smelled terrible because he had fallen several times.
It was as if he was being abused by other students.
He pinched his nose and limped back to Dormitory 7 under the disgusted gazes of others.
It's time to take a shower and come back to get a change of clothes.
I also washed the clothes.
There were some mistakes this time, because I was too excited about my body movements and lacked the necessary protection. I will wait for him to go back and prepare. Come again next time!
Tie some worn-out cotton clothes to the tree.
Improve the prosthesis.
Wood alone is not enough.
The tip is still quite thick and is fine for normal walking, but the area is smaller and the pressure is ultimately greater than that of a complete right foot, so it is too easy to get stuck in the mud.
We need to get a quick board underneath, or replace it with iron?
That will be more durable, but it will be heavier.
Fang Ling thought about it, took the bucket and clothes, and walked towards the public bathing room.
…
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 fight between the working students and the senior students.
The fight between the crowd was exciting and he learned a lot.
In the end, as expected, Tang San arrived late, and then showed his spirit ring, shocking everyone.
Xiao Wu has become the big sister in the academy.
The working-study students finally had a chance to relax.
For Fang Ling, apart from saving more time by not having to sweep the floor, the other impacts are not significant.
It's another afternoon, and it's time to slaughter the pig.
Because he had classes in the morning, Fang Ling could only go in the afternoon.
He thought as he hurried towards the slaughterhouse.
The sickle technique I created myself remains the same.
I didn't achieve anything great in a year, so I certainly won't be able to do that in a month.
As for his body movements, he has already practiced them to a very high level.
At least it won't crash into a tree as easily as before.
He cut back some branches deeper in the grove so that he wouldn't be hit by twigs.
There was a rotten cotton coat tied to the tree.
The body was also protected and the joints were wrapped with cotton.
Wear thicker clothes.
This way it won't hurt if you fall.
So I became 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 workstation.
After getting closer, he called out to them one by one.
"Grandpa Liu, Uncle Wang, Uncle Li, Uncle Huang, good afternoon, I'm here."
The three men behind were strong and resolute in appearance, and were all good at killing pigs.
Hearing his greeting, even those who were preparing tools smiled at Fang Ling: "Good afternoon, little Fang Ling."
Grandpa Liu waved to him happily: "Wow, our little genius soul master is here."
"Only the first level of innateness, there aren't many geniuses left." Fang Ling just chuckled and let him touch his head.
"You can reach level 4 so quickly from level 1 innate. In two years, you will be a master soul master."
They ignored the pig's screams as they were fixed and continued chatting.
His words were full of happiness. He was sincerely glad that the slaughterhouse could produce a soul master.
They are all ordinary people who have no soul power and cannot practice, and cannot come into contact with soul masters.
Soul masters are all high and mighty.
But he could see a close young soul master growing up quickly right under his nose.
It was also worth being happy about, as we would have to have a banquet to celebrate later!
Fang Ling smiled as he listened to their chat.
Speaking of any Fallen Soul Masters that have appeared nearby, the Spirit Hall has already sent people to encircle and suppress them.
Or some nobleman in the empire married several concubines or something.
There is also a war between the Xingluo Empire and the Tiandou Empire, Tiandou is losing ground, and the Spirit Hall is helping to mediate.
Fang Ling would occasionally interject.
At this moment——
"Bang!"
A muffled sound was heard.
The rope that was tying one person's hands suddenly broke.
The pig struggled hard and instantly freed one of its hooves.
After walking on the line between life and death, it finally got space to move around. Even though it had been hungry for a day, it began to struggle desperately.
The others tensed their muscles quickly, trying to speed up the process and fix it.
But how could he be stronger than the pig that had gone crazy after smelling the blood of its own kind?
"Oh no, the beast broke free!"
(End of this chapter)