"Son, try to see if you can freeze water into ice."
"No, Mom, I can't do it."
"Son, the impact of your water arrow is too weak. You need to better integrate your soul power into it. Since your soul skill is to control the water element, you should work hard on controlling it. Your mental power test is also at the upper-middle level. You should be able to control it better."
"Mom, I'll practice more."
This is the daily conversation between Lan Xuanyu and Nan Cheng.
For a semester, he had been working hard to practice his first soul skill, the control of water element. But for some reason, he always felt a bottleneck. It seemed that the water element was incompatible with him. He could only control it simply, but the power was really not that great, even worse than the average ten-year soul skill.
But even with such a spirit skill, he defeated Ye Lingtong today. So much so that when he returned home, Lan Xuanyu himself was still a little puzzled.
He came back today by school bus. Except for the time when his father picked him up when he first enrolled, the college has a special school bus to pick up students.
School was over after the exam. He defeated Ye Lingtong and unexpectedly got a high score in the practical exam. But Lan Xuanyu was actually not satisfied with himself. He didn't like the fear he felt when Ye Lingtong rushed over.
The training room at home is ten square meters in size and has a protective cover inside, which can be used to practice soul skills. It can also simulate the corresponding environment required by soul masters during meditation, thus playing an auxiliary role.
Lan Xuanyu entered the training room as soon as he entered the door.
He sat on the ground, raised his left hand and released his silver-veined blue silver grass. The fresh fragrance of the grass leaves, with those water droplets, still had that comfortable breath of life.
Looking at the Blue Silver Grass in his palm, Lan Xuanyu said to himself: "Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver Grass, how on earth do you control the water? Why is it so weak? But why can you make Ye Lingtong's soul skills ineffective?"
He picked up a water drop with his fingers and held it in front of him. The water drop itself was colorless, but against the silver pattern on the blue silver grass, it appeared a light silver color.
In fact, he had never had the feeling of being very close to the water element that Nan Cheng described. He had never had that feeling.
"I've been practicing very hard! But why is the effect not good?" Lan Xuanyu frowned, "What does it mean to be close?"
He pulled a leaf of blue silver grass and put it in his mouth. The leaf felt cool and refreshing, which made his brain clearer. He sucked a few drops of water on the leaf. The water was slightly sweet and tasted good.
We've all drunk, does that count as intimacy
Nothing happened, nothing changed. Everything was the same as before.
"Ding, ding, ding!" At this moment, the soul guide communicator at home rang.
Lan Xuanyu hurried out of the training room and answered the call, "Hello."
"Lan Xuanyu, I'm outside your house, please open the door." A very familiar and somewhat angry voice came from the receiver.
"Ye Lingtong?" Lan Xuanyu said uncertainly.
"Open the door quickly!" Ye Lingtong's voice was obviously filled with anger.
"What are you doing?" Lan Xuanyu asked in confusion, "How do you know my home phone number? Also, how do you know where my home is?"
Ye Lingtong said, "I asked my father to ask the teacher for it. My father brought me here."
"Oh, uncle is here too. Then you wait." After hanging up the phone, Lan Xuanyu ran to the door and opened it.
Ye Lingtong stood outside the door in a coquettish manner, with Ye Feng behind her.
"Hello, uncle." Lan Xuanyu greeted Ye Feng.
Ye Feng said: "Hello Xuanyu, uncle is a bit presumptuous to come here, but Lingtong told me about your competition today. Uncle misses your martial soul, is that okay? Oh, by the way, are your parents at home?"
"Dad and Mom are not at home. Uncle, please come in. Ye Lingtong, you come in too." He was somewhat reluctant when he said the latter sentence.
Ye Lingtong walked into Lan Xuanyu's house without any hesitation.
After Ye Feng entered the house, he took a quick look around, and Ye Lingtong said, "It's not as big as my house."
Lan Xuanyu said: "Oh."
Ye Feng said: "Xuanyu, Ling Tong told me that when she was competing with you, her soul skills suddenly failed. Can you tell uncle what soul skills you used at that time? Or did you have any special feelings?"
Ye Feng was a little nervous when his daughter's martial spirit suddenly became ineffective. Ye Lingtong's Tiangang Dragon martial spirit was a mutation, and mutated martial spirits have a common characteristic, which is instability. He was very worried that his daughter's martial spirit would have problems due to instability. But after going home to check, everything seemed normal again. He then went to the school in person to explain the situation and asked for Lan Xuanyu's address and contact information.
Lan Xiao only left the family soul guide communication, so he couldn't contact Lan Xiao and brought Ye Lingtong directly.
"I just controlled the water element to stop her! Then she rushed over and was swept away. Nothing else happened." Lan Xuanyu told the truth.
"Do you have a practice room at home? Repeat the situation again for uncle."
"good."
When Lan Xuanyu brought Ye Feng and his daughter to his own practice room, Ye Lingtong frowned and said, "Your practice room is so small!"
"Yeah." Lan Xuanyu just nodded.
Ye Feng's eyes showed a hint of surprise. It was common for children of their age to be competitive and unwilling to admit defeat. But Lan Xuanyu gave him a feeling of being at peace with the world. It was rare for a seven-year-old child to be like this.
"Let's start. Let's do it again like you did today." Ye Feng said.
Lan Xuanyu took the initiative to walk into the training room, raised his left hand, and released his blue silver grass.
Ye Lingtong snorted, and unyieldingly released her Tiangang Dragon Martial Spirit once again. How could she possibly accept this? Being able to do it again was exactly what she wanted. She didn't believe that her century-old spirit skills would lose to Lan Xuanyu.
Concentrate your mind and gather your strength. A water vortex appears.
Similarly, Ye Lingtong released her first soul skill, Tiangang Tyrant Body, and she rushed forward in one leap.
White light enveloped her body with a slight dragon roar, and in this small training room, she rushed in front of Lan Xuanyu in almost an instant.
Ye Feng stood beside them, just watching seriously. There was a faint purple in his eyes. In his spiritual world, the approach of the two children was slow and clear.
Getting close and starting to touch.
Um
Melted
Yes, in Ye Feng's perception, when Ye Lingtong's Tiangang Tyrant Body just touched the surface of the water vortex, the Tiangang Tyrant Body began to melt. Yes, melting is the most appropriate description. The white halo disappeared silently like ice and snow melting.
"Puff!" Ye Lingtong rushed into the water vortex again, spinning and flying, and crashing into the wall on one side.
Ye Feng stretched out his arms and pulled his daughter into his arms, naturally injecting his soul power into her, letting all the moisture dissipate. But his eyes were filled with shock at this moment.
It was not a soul skill. He was absolutely sure that this was not the result of a soul skill collision. Because the soul skills of both parties had never really collided. Ye Lingtong rushed into the vortex only after his own soul skill had dissolved, and was carried away by the vortex.
The teachers in the college actually didn’t understand what was going on, but Ye Feng vaguely felt something at that moment.
"Dad, why? Why? Why do I lose my soul skills again?" The daughter in his arms screamed with unwillingness, her eyes suddenly turned red.
She endured for a semester, worked hard to cultivate, and finally reached the tenth level, and had her first soul and soul ring. It was a hundred years old, just for the day of "revenge". But who knew that not only did she fail to take revenge, but she also lost so miserably.
"Spiritual child, wait a moment." Ye Feng pulled his daughter aside and came to Lan Xuanyu. "Xuanyu, can uncle help me with your martial spirit?"
"Oh." Lan Xuanyu simply handed forward the blue silver grass leaf in his left hand.
Ye Feng was very serious, first he used his eyes, then he touched it gently with his hands. When his fingers touched the leaf with silver lines, suddenly, something strange happened.