Long Xiangtian originally wanted to go find Mo Hong after dinner to borrow his spear skills to read, but in the end he was dragged by the fat man to listen to various versions of "Long Xiangtian's Secret History" circulating in the academy, and ultimately he was unable to go.
Long Xiangtian had no choice but to wait until the next morning to ask the fat boy about Mo Hong's dormitory, and then walked towards his dormitory.
As soon as he arrived downstairs of his dormitory, he found a dark figure practicing martial arts at the door. The long spear was waving rapidly, creating gusts of wind. It was Mo Hong.
Long Xiangtian had no intention of disturbing Mo Hong. Instead, he waited until he finished and then walked over with a smile.
"Good! It doesn't carry a trace of mysterious power but its power remains undiminished, just like a dragon and a phoenix playing with each other. Brother Mo's spear skills are indeed extraordinary." Long Xiangtian did not compliment Mo Hong, but spoke to him sincerely.
Mo Hong exhaled lightly, and then looked at Long Xiangtian who was standing beside him. He had noticed Long Xiangtian when he first came, but seeing that Long Xiangtian had no ill intentions, and that what he had done was not something shameful, he did not care about Long Xiangtian's existence.
"Brother Long, do you have something to talk to me about?" Although Mo Hong was not good at speaking, Long Xiangtian praised him after all, so he thought that he couldn't just ignore him.
"I want to learn your gun skills." Long Xiangtian did not hide his purpose, but said it straight to the point.
"no."
After saying that, Mo Hong turned around and was about to leave, with no intention of continuing to listen to what Long Xiangtian had to say.
Although Long Xiangtian was frustrated, he did not give up at all and still explained to Mo Hong: "Brother Mo, I don't want to steal your skills. I just want to take a look at your gun skills secrets, even a small part of it is fine."
However, Mo Hong did not change his mind, but said to Long Xiangtian seriously: "I don't have any secrets to my spearmanship, Brother Long, please go back."
After saying that, Mo Hong walked directly into his dormitory and directly refused to let Long Xiangtian in.
Although Long Xiangtian was frustrated, he did not blame Mo Hong. After all, his request was a bit excessive.
However, after being rejected once, Long Xiangtian did not give up. Instead, he planned to go back to find out more about Mo Hong's identity and try again to see if he could restore his spear skills.
When Long Xiangtian returned to the dormitory with a dusty face, he suddenly found Zhang Yerong wandering at the door of his dormitory, so he asked curiously: "Yerong, why are you here?"
"Brother." When Zhang Yerong saw Long Xiangtian, her eyes immediately turned red, as if she was about to cry.
"What's wrong? Did someone bully you?" Long Xiangtian asked in panic when he saw Zhang Yerong looking aggrieved.
"No." Zhang Yerong finally told Long Xiangtian why she was here.
It turned out that after Zhang Yerong sent Wang She back to the Wang family, she returned to the academy the next day. It was only then that Zhang Yerong learned about Long Xiangtian's madness.
Although she did not believe the various versions others told her, a reason emerged in her mind.
She thought that Long Xiangtian must be sad because he saw that others were being taken care of while he had no one to take care of him. When she thought of this, she felt that she, as a sister, had done a very unsatisfactory job, so the scene just now happened.
When Long Xiangtian heard what Zhang Yerong said, he felt warm in his heart but also a little amused. He didn't expect that Zhang Yerong's version was actually the closest to the real version.
Long Xiangtian patted Zhang Yerong on the head, smiled and said, "Don't be sad, I'm fine, and it wasn't because of you."
"Really?" Zhang Yerong asked uncertainly.
"Really." After Long Xiangtian confirmed it again and again, he sent Zhang Yerong away.
When Long Xiangtian arrived at the dormitory, he found the fat boy chatting with Wenhao. Wenhao's injuries seemed to have almost healed, but Long Xiangtian was not sure if he had any internal injuries.
Seeing that Wenhao was also there, Long Xiangtian immediately told Wenhao about his intention to understand Mo Hong. After all, Long Xiangtian felt that Wenhao seemed to know information about a lot of people, as if he had investigated them.
After hearing what Long Xiangtian said, Wen Hao said to Long Xiangtian: "Mo Hong is a little special. He is not born rich or noble like many people. He is just a commoner."
"In fact, he is quite admirable. After all, it is not easy for a commoner to cultivate to such a level."
"Not only that, I heard that he doesn't even have a master. His father is just an ordinary martial arts instructor. It seems that even his spear skills are learned by himself."
Hearing this, Long Xiangtian was truly shocked. He didn't expect that Mo Hong's identity was so ordinary. In fact, he and Yan Anyi had some similarities.
Moreover, even his exquisite spear skills were realized by himself. Before, Mo Hong said that he had no secret manual in spear skills, and Long Xiangtian thought it was just an excuse. Now it seems to be true.
But after knowing Mo Hong's identity, Long Xiangtian still had no idea, so he had to tell Wen Hao and the fat man that he wanted to learn Mo Hong's spear skills, and wanted to hear their ideas.
"Boss, how about the three of us catch him, beat him up and force him to teach you the way of shooting? We can do it in secret so no one will find out." When the fat man heard that Long Xiangtian wanted to learn the way of shooting, a simple and crude idea immediately popped up in his mind.
Long Xiangtian kicked the fat boy. It turned out that he couldn't count on the fat boy for this kind of thing. He decided to see what the literary giant had to say.
"I think what the fat guy said makes sense." Unexpectedly, Wenhao nodded and actually agreed with the fat guy's idea.
Long Xiangtian simply ignored the fat boy's ostentatious boasting and asked, "Brother Wen, what do you mean by this?" Long Xiangtian didn't think that the literary giant would agree with the fat boy's outrageous idea.
"Of course, I don't mean for us to tie him up together. I just mean for you, Brother Long, to fight him."
After hearing what Wenhao said, Long Xiangtian immediately understood what Wenhao meant. Wenhao wanted him to learn from Mo Hong while fighting him. Although this method was a bit unethical, it was the only way.