Neon and Brilliant Dragon

The air seemed to freeze. The last ray of sunset slanted through the college gate, dyeing Yu Xiaogang's washed gray robe with a layer of warm gold, but it could not dispel the silent and profound aura emanating from his body. His eyes were like two invisible carving knives, fixed on Tang San. The burning, probing, and almost crazy desire in his eyes made Tang San, who had experienced strong winds and waves, feel a palpitation in his heart. "Child, tell me your name." Yu Xiaogang's voice was low, with a strange magnetism that seemed to penetrate the soul. The trembling final note revealed the extremely unsettling emotions in his heart. Tang San suppressed the surprise and vigilance in his heart, faced those eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and replied in a calm voice: "Tang San." "Tang San..." Yu Xiaogang repeated in a low voice, as if he wanted to carve this name into the depths of his soul. His eyes were like lightning, sweeping over Tang San's white washed old clothes, his calloused but unusually stable hands, and finally landed on his calm, restrained, yet unyielding and stubborn eyes. Innately full of soul power! Blue silver grass! This contradictory combination was like a boulder thrown into the stagnant pool that he had studied all his life, causing huge waves! He is almost certain... This is definitely not a simple blue silver grass! The look in this child's eyes is so unusual! "Master! You... What are you..." Director Wang's expression on the side changed. He was shocked at Yu Xiaogang's sudden attack, but also confused and dissatisfied with his change of attitude at this moment. He pointed at the stern-headed guard who was wailing on the ground and the short guard with a frightened look on his face, "These two country boys pretended to be soul masters and even insulted Master Su Yuntao. The guard was just performing his duties..." Yu Xiaogang seemed not to have heard Director Wang's words. His eyes finally moved away from Tang San and slowly fell towards Su Xingtong, who was being protected by Tang San behind him. When his eyes touched those amber eyes that were as clear and bright as dewdrops in the morning sun, even though they were filled with fear and grievance, his heart was slightly shocked again. Such pure eyes! What a smart little girl! "And you, child, what's your name?" His voice softened unconsciously. "Su... Su Xingtong." Su Xingtong replied in a low voice, subconsciously shrinking back behind Tang San, her little hands tightly grasping the corner of Tang San's clothes, her little face still showed the fright and a trace of humiliation after being humiliated by the guard and Director Wang. She felt keenly that the way the "master" in front of her looked at Tang San was full of enthusiasm like discovering a treasure, and the way he looked at her... Seemed to be more... Pity for a beautiful little girl? This set off alarm bells in her heart. She must maintain her character of "Destroyed Martial Spirit"! Especially in front of this "master" who looks very extraordinary! "Su Xingtong... Xingtong..." Yu Xiaogang muttered in a low voice, his eyes lingering on Su Xingtong's pale and delicate face for a moment, then he turned to Director Wang, his voice returned to calmness, but with unquestionable majesty: "Director Wang, I took these two children away." "What?!" Director Wang shouted, his face full of surprise and reluctance, "Master! This... This is against the rules! Their origins are unknown, and the martial soul proof is even more ridiculous! The blue silver grass with innate soul power? And what about ornamental birds and musical instruments? Half-level soul power? This is simply..." "I will judge the authenticity of the martial spirit certificate." Yu Xiaogang interrupted Director Wang's words, his tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable determination, "As for the rules, I am a guest of the college. I am bringing two students to my place to ask a few words. Do I need to ask for your instructions?" Yu Xiaogang bites the word "Ke Qing" very hard. Director Wang's face instantly turned extremely ugly, turning blue and white. He opened his mouth, looked at Yu Xiaogang's deep and calm eyes, and finally did not dare to say anything. He just glared at Tang San and Su Xingtong reluctantly, let out a heavy "hum" from his nose, turned around with a flourish of his sleeves, and quickly walked into the academy gate. Of the two guards, one was wailing on the ground and the other was silent. They dared to stop him. Yu Xiaogang ignored them and focused his gaze on Tang San and Su Xingtong again: "Follow me." After saying that, he turned around and walked away, his steps not fast, but with a unique rhythm. Tang San and Su Xingtong looked at each other. Tang San's eyes were questioning and solemn. Su Xingtong nodded vigorously, with "I listen to you" written all over her face. Tang San no longer hesitated, took Su Xingtong's little hand, and followed Yu Xiaogang's pace. He could feel that although this "master" had a gloomy temperament, he seemed to have no ill intentions, and... He seemed to have extraordinary persistence and insights into martial arts. Maybe... This is an opportunity? An opportunity to learn the truth about his "wasted martial soul"? Entering Notting College, the environment suddenly became much quieter. The wide road is lined with tall trees and neatly trimmed lawns. In the distance, you can see several teaching buildings of different styles, dormitories and a tall branch of Wuhun Palace. The afterglow of the setting sun gave everything a warm golden edge. Occasionally, students in light blue school uniforms walked by and looked curiously at the two "country kids" following Yu Xiaogang. Their eyes varied from curiosity to indifference to unabashed contempt. Yu Xiaogang turned a blind eye to these glances and led the two of them across the main road and turned into a relatively secluded path. At the end of the path is a row of low, old bungalows that look like utility rooms or converted warehouses. One of them has a small wooden sign hanging at the door, which reads "Theoretical Research Laboratory" in Juanxiu handwriting. Yu Xiaogang pushed open the wooden door with some paint peeling off, and a strange smell of old paper, ink and faint herbs hit his face. The room is not big, it can even be said to be a bit crowded. Against the wall stood several huge bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, which were densely packed with various books, scrolls, and animal skin papers, many of which looked very ancient. A large desk occupies most of the center of the room, which is also filled with open books, manuscript papers filled with densely written characters, some strange mineral specimens, and even a few strange plants in glass bottles. There was also a simple single bed and a small stove in the corner. The whole room was dimly lit, and the only window was half blocked by a tall bookshelf. This is the residence and research laboratory of Yu Xiaogang, the "master" who is famous in mainland China (at least in the theoretical circles)? It is far from the imagined residence of a powerful soul master, full of poverty and loneliness. "The place is simple, you can sit wherever you like." Yu Xiaogang pointed to two chairs next to the desk that were piled with books and barely cleared some space. He walked behind the desk and stared at Tang San with a burning gaze, as if he wanted to see through him from the inside out. "Tang San, stretch out your right hand and release your martial spirit." Tang San did not hesitate and stretched out his right hand as instructed. With a slight movement of thought, a slender, tough blue silver grass flowing with crystal blue light quietly appeared in his palm. Different from ordinary blue silver grass, its leaves are wider and thicker, with clear veins and solid blue light. It exudes vitality and soul power fluctuations that far exceed its years - it is the one that was strengthened by Su Xingtong last night! The moment this special blue silver grass appeared, Yu Xiaogang's originally deep and calm eyes suddenly burst into frightening light! He stepped forward and almost threw himself in front of the desk. He leaned forward and stared at the blue silver grass, his breathing became rapid! "This... This is impossible!" He whispered, his voice trembling in disbelief, "How could Blue Silver Grass... Blue Silver Grass have such concentrated soul power fluctuations?! This blade... This color... This toughness... Far exceeds ten years! Even close to the strength of the century-old soul beast Blue Silver Grass! But this is clearly the original aura of the newly awakened martial spirit!" He raised his head suddenly, his sharp eyes piercing Tang San like a knife, "Tell me! What did you do to it?!" Tang San felt slightly chilled in his heart. This master's vision is indeed vicious! It is definitely not comparable to Su Yuntao and his ilk! His expression remained unchanged and he replied calmly: "I didn't do anything deliberately. It was like this after awakening." He chose to conceal Su Xingtong's ability, which was a secret shared by the two of them. "Awakening is like this?" Yu Xiaogang frowned, obviously not believing it. He walked around the desk and murmured to himself, "Innate soul power... Blue Silver Grass... Far beyond the normal strength... Contradictory... Too contradictory! Unless... Unless this is not ordinary Blue Silver Grass at all!" He stopped abruptly, his eyes flashing with the light of crazy reasoning, "Could it be... The legendary Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline has returned to its ancestors? No... No... The Blue Silver Emperor has long been extinct... Or is... Some extremely rare mutation?..." He was trapped in his own theoretical world, sometimes shaking his head and sometimes nodding, completely ignoring the other two people in the room. Su Xingtong sat on the chair, her face still looking pale and frightened. She placed her hands neatly on her knees, but her amber eyes quietly and curiously looked at the "theoretical laboratory" filled with books, as well as the master who was deep in thought and seemed crazy. She knew who Yu Xiaogang was, the tragic character in the original work who was invincible in theory and useless in martial arts. Seeing how enthusiastically he was studying Tang San's Bluesilver Grass, Su Xingtong was both amused and a little sympathetic. At this moment, Yu Xiaogang seemed to have temporarily suppressed his enthusiasm for Tang San's martial spirit. He turned his eyes to Su Xingtong and softened his tone slightly: "Su Xingtong, where is your martial spirit? Release it and show me." There was scrutiny in his eyes, but compared to the kind of fanatical exploration of Tang San, it was obviously much calmer. Obviously, in Su Yuntao's report, "ornamental birds" and "half-level

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