MTL - Final Priesthood

Chapter 43 Rules

 Applying for homeschooling went more smoothly than Lu Yuan expected.

After several teachers in the office asked Lu Yuan several questions, the head teacher simply agreed to his application.

 Unexpectedly, the family was not notified, but he was required to come back to school every three days.

It feels like I have been granted amnesty after a long journey. For the first time in my two years of high school, I felt that my class teacher was so reasonable and cute.

I wish I could hold him in my arms and give him a sip on his bare forehead.

 After the physics class, I went back to the classroom to pack my things.

When Cheng Peng asked: "Lu Yuan, did the head teacher really approve your leave?"

Lu Yuan kept moving his hands, glanced at him sideways, and responded, "Ang! Just wait until the final exam and take the exam."

 Suddenly, there were a lot of low voices all around.

　　“I really missed him as a DJ.

 Final exams are coming soon, and I can give you two weeks off. me."

 Cheng Peng was so envious that his eyes almost turned red.

 “Are you the second grader to be so crazy?”

"brother."

Lu Yuan patted Cheng Peng on the shoulder and comforted him with sincere words: "You will understand when you reach my level."

 After saying that, Lu Yuan picked up his schoolbag coolly and left in the midst of everyone's envious and adoring eyes.

When he walked to the door of the class, a pink hairpin blocked his way.

Xiao Nizi hesitated, as if she wanted to say something to Lu Yuan.

It's a pity that Lu Yuan didn't give her a chance, so he said "give way" and walked around Ling Yue.

It seems that I can still feel the resentful gaze cast from behind.

 “I don’t want to fall in love!”

 The road was far away from the school gate and headed straight to the largest bookstore in the city.

I spent an afternoon in the bookstore, reading through all the textbooks for the second half of high school, and studying a few subjects that are only covered in universities.

 Even though he still found time to read some idle books for more than an hour.

 You can gain much more experience by spending one afternoon on the [Student] career panel than attending classes at school.

 “It’s long overdue.”

With an intelligence of 11 points, Lu Yuanyuan is completely different from ordinary high school students in terms of IQ.

 Self-study is indeed more suitable for him than receiving a step-by-step education in school.

Lu Yuan saw that the time was about the same, so he had something to eat in front of the bookstore, and then took the bus to the Yuanwu Hall.

 “Come again!”

"stop!"

Lin Zhiqin suddenly shouted stop, ending Lu Yuan's training, and waved him over with a slight frown.

“Why have you regressed so much today?

Yesterday’s injury is not healed yet? "

He pulled off Lu Yuan’s martial arts uniform and saw the mark of the plaster underneath. He couldn’t help but ask, “The healing massage on the second floor didn’t work for you?”

 “No, it works great.”

Lu Yuan said with a somewhat guilty conscience: "I went home last night and practiced some more by myself.

 Accidentally. Overdone. "

“Practice more? How many movements have you practiced to achieve this?

 Practice me to read it again. "

Lin Zhiqin looked at Lu Yuan expressionlessly.

Lu Yuan obediently practiced the crane-shaped pile.

Without the blessing of lv3 [Absolute Concentration], he only practiced the fifteenth action and could no longer continue.

But he didn't notice that Lin Zhiqin's expression changed from calm, to slightly moved, to shocked, complicated, and finally returned to the state of being calm.

“No more training today, and actual combat training is also cancelled.”

Lin Zhiqin thought about it and said, "You go upstairs now, and I'll have someone arrange a medicinal bath for you."

"Medicated bath?"

 Twenty minutes later.

Lu Yuan was immersed in a large steaming wooden barrel.

 The mouth of the barrel was sealed with a lid, leaving only a hole for his head to poke out.

 The steam was steaming, and Lu Yuan could not see what was mixed in the water. He could only smell the strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

"coach."

Lu Yuan looked at Lin Zhiqin who was standing next to him.

Lin Zhiqin just said: "Just soak here until the water is cold, and then go home by yourself."

“Oh.” Lu Yuan watched Lin Zhiqin leave, leaving him alone in the room.

 It feels like there are countless little bugs burrowing under the body soaked in hot water all the time.

It feels numb and itchy, but also feels inexplicably comfortable.

 “The treatment seems to have been upgraded again”

The road was long and boring, so I started to rub the mud on myself, under my armpits, and on the soles of my feet.

 After rubbing the whole body, the pain seems to be gone.

 The hot water was still hot, so I fell asleep in a daze.

When Lu Yuan woke up, he looked up at the clock on the wall and found that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

 “Damn it, I forgot to send a message to my mother to report it!”

Lu Yuan hurriedly stood up from the bucket. The water inside was naturally cold.

Without taking a shower, he put on his clothes and hurried out the door.

Lin Zhiqin's figure quietly walked out of the next room.

Looking at Lu Yuan’s running back, his eyes flickered slightly.

 Suddenly.

 The cell phone rings.

"Hello."

“Lin Zhiqin, your daughter is lying in the hospital now. As a father, you don’t care about anything, right?

 Still spending time in that crappy martial arts gym of yours every day. Wow."

　　Listening to the sound of a woman crying from the other end of the phone.

Lin Zhiqin frowned, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll come over now."

 “Awesome! So awesome!”

In the bedroom, Lu Yuan punched the air in front of him continuously, making a whistling wind sound.

 Haired with surprise and disbelief.

 The medicinal bath tonight was much more effective than the previous two massages.

It has been a while since I soaked in the water, and all the lacerations on my body seem to be healed.

Lu Yuan tried practicing the crane-shaped pile again.

This time, I had to do the sixteenth move in one breath before I couldn't help but stop.

 It is probably because the healed muscle tissue has become stronger and the pain has become much less severe.

 The road is far away and I don’t dare to jump too much.

 I spent the evening honestly, didn’t do any extra training, and lay in bed early to “play” the battle of consciousness.

Now that the middle-aged men in the rain alley scene have become less and less of a threat and practical help to him, Lu Yuan focuses more on Lin Zhiqin and Qin Feng.

 Normal combat + Death flow combat.

 Come in turn.

  In any case, death in the conscious space has no effect on him.

　　Maybe he will stay alive

Which day did you suddenly have an epiphany?

 Life in Luyuan has become regular.

 After he no longer had to go to school, he still got up early every morning.

In the morning, I practice at the martial arts school, in the afternoon at a bookstore or library, and in the evening, I receive individual instruction from Lin Zhiqin.

 The matter of self-study at home was not hidden from the family.

After he discussed the pros and cons with his parents, his father, Lu Xinghua, said nothing. His mother, Zheng Qiuling, was more conservative and felt it was inappropriate, but she got over it after nagging a few words.

 A blink of an eye.

 Ten days have passed.

In a practical training room on the first floor of the Yuan Martial Arts Hall.

Lin Zhiqin, dressed in casual clothes, stood expressionless.

 A white figure kept attacking him like a hurricane.

The whip leg breaks through the air, bringing up bursts of fierce wind, like a battle ax chopping the air.

However, these attacks fell on Lin Zhiqin, like rain falling on a sand embankment, they were resolved silently, without causing the slightest movement.

Sudden.

Lin Zhiqin suddenly raised his hand.

 The palm of his hand pressed down on Bai Ying's body accurately.

 The latter immediately flew out like a kite with broken wings.

It flew a full distance of seven or eight meters before falling on the soft cushion.

 (End of this chapter)