Broken Night

Chapter Eighteen - Street of Soldiers

The next day, Lan Ming and Xu Yan walked to the classroom.

"I said Lan Ming, don't you have some decent clothes?"

"Ah? Is there anything wrong with wearing it like this?"

"You still think I didn't say it..."

Xu Yan looked at Lan Ming's weed-like head and couldn't help sighing, "What kind of people are your parents?"

"Parents?" Lan Ming laughed, his appearance was not good. The body is thinner than normal, making him look like a malnourished child. A slightly small eye, often laughing or talking, makes him look like a little fox.

Even so, it has a very unique look.

"I haven't met my father. I was raised by my mother. My mother is a tattoo chef. She cooks delicious food. If you have time, I will take you to see my mother."

"Haha, okay." Xu Yan also gave a rare smile.

I didn't expect that I would actually meet a so-called "friend".

...

The two went to the class room to sit down, and were immediately surrounded by countless students.

There is no other reason, both of them use the Qi Palace as the innate palace.

In other words, the two may also become tattoo artists in the future. The rarity of tattoo artists is fully revealed in Zuo Chengzhe's introduction. Even if the people here can only become the tattoo artist of the first palace, they still need to engrave! And if you pay the tattoo artist, it's often a sky-high price, not to mention the materials used for the tattoo. If the pattern is strong, the material used for the pattern is extremely precious.

Among them, whether you have a friend who knows the tattoo artist is very important.

If the two have a deep friendship, even their tattoos are tailor-made or divided.

Therefore, the tattoo artist has always been an existence that all tattoo artists have to deal with and please.

...

Poor Lan Ming had never seen such a scene before, and immediately shrank behind Xu Yan subconsciously. Xu Yan still didn't show any expression, let Lan Ming pull the corner of his clothes, walked back to his seat and sat down, and looked out the window again, as if he didn't pay attention to these children who came to please the relationship.

All the students were a little dissatisfied with this appearance, but they were also a little admired.

Because from the first day he looked like a bald country bumpkin, Xu Yan treated them with this attitude. And now, he has transformed from a country bumpkin to an existence who has the opportunity to become a tattoo artist, but his attitude is always the same.

"Talent belongs to talent, whether you can become a tattoo artist is still unknown." A voice sounded again, Chen Aotian's undisguised jealous voice: "You must know that even geniuses, many will die prematurely."

Xu Yan didn't seem to hear what he said, and still looked out the window, as if a bird outside was more interesting than what he said.

Seeing Xu Yan's appearance, Chen Aotian was about to be mad!

Since the first day he saw Xu Yan, he felt that everything was going wrong! This unpleasant feeling is about to drive him crazy!

He turned to look at Lan Ming: "Your name is Lan Ming, right?"

When Lan Ming heard someone call him, he also stood up agitatedly: "Yes...Yes..." This timid look was a little surprised to see those students one by one.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Chen Aotian's mouth: "Come and sit."

"Ah... ah?"

"I asked you to come and sit."

Lan Ming glanced at Xu Yan hesitantly, Xu Yan turned his head and looked at Chen Aotian: "Does your hand still hurt?"

"Ah?" Chen Aotian was stopped by Xu Yan's sudden question, and almost instantly he understood that what he was talking about was the hand that he grabbed last week, and the bruise has not even disappeared!

Xu Yan stood up and looked around the room for a week, then said slowly, "From today onwards, Lan Ming will be covered by me. If anyone bullies him, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Although very naive, Xu Yan knew that if he didn't say these words, Lan Ming, who was his friend, would definitely have a lot of trouble. But... I was conquered by Lan Ming's cooking skills. After eating Lan Ming's meal, Xu Yan no longer wanted to go back to the hellish dining hall.

...

At this moment, Zuo Chengzhe walked in, bringing this farce to an end.

"Today there is an announcement about the revision of the class schedule." Zuo Chengzhe's eyes swept over Xu Yan vaguely: "The two weekly physical training classes will be changed to classes on the same day. It's on Friday."

Xu Yan was stunned when he heard the words, and then he thought of something.

"Xu Yan." Zuo Chengzhe said, "Your physical training class has been changed to self-study, and you can skip class on Friday."

"Why!" Chen Aotian stood up and was the first to express his dissatisfaction: "Teacher, this is not fair!"

"Hmph, what's not fair." Zuo Chengzhe snorted coldly: "Xu Yantian is proficient in the Qigong Palace and has the talent to become a tattoo artist. He has to learn more than you, and don't forget it. His physical fitness is better than You are better to become the squad leader. When did you have better physical ability than him and talent as a tattoo artist, did you come and tell me it was unfair."

"Lan Ming, you too. You can choose not to come to the physical exercise class, but I still recommend you to come. Your body is too thin, so it's better to exercise."

"Yes... yes." Lan Ming replied weakly, without the consciousness of the Heavenly Palace at all, like a coward.

...

After class, Xu Yan did not return to the dormitory, but walked out to Xiang Xuedao in Nancheng.

Zhinancheng is one of the great cities in the south.

It is conceivable that the whole to the south city is a big tree.

Even the South Avenue is the trunk, and there are countless branches spreading out to form the South City.

Xiang Xuedao is one of the branches of Zhinan Avenue.

This was the first time to hang out on Zhinan Avenue since Xu Tian brought him that day.

Although he is a child, he is not stupid and deliberately wears the white uniform of Chengyun Academy. After all, not many of the college students would dare to move. Because there must be people with tattoos in the academy, and not everyone can offend people with tattoos.

After a long walk, he found his destination.

To Nancheng, Bing Street.

Bing Street is famous for selling weapons.

The moment he walked into Bing Street, he felt a chilling air blowing over his face.

Soldiers are weapons for killing the enemy, and Soldiers Street is a place where countless weapons are gathered.

But this feeling did not make Xu Yan unfamiliar, on the contrary, there was an unusual sense of familiarity and intimacy. Because in his last life, he had been immersed in this Dao for almost his entire life. But the current world is obviously not the world he is familiar with.

He came to a weapon shop called "Chen's Thatched Cottage".

I saw a strange-shaped weapon hanging on the facade.

This made Xu Yan very interested.

"Excuse me."

"Yes, guest... waitress?"

Hearing someone's question, the shopkeeper at the counter immediately woke up from a state of being about to fall asleep. But when he opened his eyes, there was no one there.

"Here." A hand stretched out in the counter, only a small palm waving constantly. The shopkeeper looked down, and saw a child with a big bald head said to him: "Hello, I'm a student of Chengyun College. This time I came because of a homework, and I have knowledge about tattoos. I don't know about you. Can you help?"

"Chengyun Academy?" The shopkeeper touched his chin, a familiar name, isn't it the academy where the young master studied?