Wei Zeshu had imagined many times what would happen after meeting his mentor for the first time.
He also imagined many times whether his mentor, who was regarded as a legend by the old professor, would be an older man. If he was in a wheelchair, would he have to help push him.
But he didn't expect that this mentor was indeed an old man, but he was the coolest old man ever.
Just by turning around and standing in front of Wei Curcuma, he already knew that his mentor was definitely an ordinary person.
"Although I have some questions to ask you, judging from your appearance, you also have many questions to ask me..."
Mo Daosang took out a cigarette box from his arms, picked up a cigarette from it, and tapped the filter tip of the cigarette on the cigarette box to make the tobacco tighter.
"But put these aside for now, let me see your method first."
"Look what it means..."
"Just release all your strength and attack me."
Wei Curcuma was still a little hesitant. Even though he knew that his mentor was a strong man, was it really okay to release his magic at such a close distance in such an unprepared situation?
However, Wei Curcuma is not a mother-in-law. Since he said this, he just did it without any politeness. He raised his hand and instantly started to strengthen the reverse.
Reverse strengthening tempered a huge amount of soul pressure from the body. The intensity of the soul pressure was infinitely close to level 12. An unprecedented solid black short knife suddenly appeared out of thin air in Wei Curcumin's hand.
With one slash without hesitation, all the soul pressure was released like a flood.
Mo Daosang was still so defenseless, and there was no fluctuation of soul pressure on his body. The distance between the two was less than ten meters. With the release of soul pressure, it didn't even take a tenth of a second for the slash to arrive. in front of him.
His originally iron-gray eyes were dyed with a strange pitch-black color. He flexed his fingers unhurriedly and popped out the cigarette he had just held in his fingers. He hit a certain point in the middle of the invisible slash without any smoke, condensing it. The extremely thin soul pressure collapsed instantly.
After the soul pressure that failed to organize the structure collapsed, it could only turn into a wisp of breeze, blowing slightly on Mo Daosang's face, and then dissipated.
The pop-up cigarette was blown by the soul pressure of collapse, and it returned to his fingers at some point. He lit the cigarette with an old-fashioned sterling silver lighter, and white smoke curled up.
"good."
Mo Daosang nodded.
"But don't get me wrong. I'm not praising your skills. I'm praising you for being able to do what you say you're going to do."
"As for the method... both the quantity and quality of the soul pressure are still far behind."
He took a puff of cigarette and signaled to Xuan Qing that he could leave.
"Xuan Qing, please go back. I will start my first lesson with him now."
Mo Daosang stepped forward and hugged Wei Curcuma's shoulders expressionlessly.
"I used to work as an anomaly hunter in the police, but then the department was disbanded, so I set up my own enforcement department."
"There are only five things I like most in my life, smoking, drinking, collecting weapons and women."
"And kill anomalies."
He held a cigarette in his mouth and lazily finished these few sentences of self-introduction. He looked at Wei Curcuma, who was holding his arms, who was still a little unresponsive and blinked.
His index finger resting on Wei Curcuma's shoulder lightly tapped his neck like a thunderbolt. There was still no fluctuation in soul pressure, and he did not use any strength. Wei Curcuma, who was known for his physical strength, felt as if his legs were weak. He fell directly to the lawn like a lightning strike.
"You can just call me teacher, but I don't have many apprentices. Most of them are lying here... It seems that the risk is quite high?"
He straightened the front of his windbreaker and squatted in front of Wei Curcuma. Wei Curcuma was twitching all over at the moment and had no energy to open his mouth to speak. Mo Daosang stretched out his hand and rubbed his head roughly, as if rubbing his head. A puppy or a fur ball.
Wei Zuoshu put his wrists on the ground and tried to stand up, but his lower body and spine seemed to have ideas of their own.
"At that moment, most people would faint immediately, but you can still move. It's been a long time since I've seen a newcomer with such a strong body."
Mo Daosang stood up, picked up the bouquet of flowers placed in front of the nearest pure white tombstone, flicked the dew on it, inserted a cigarette from his cigarette case, and then put it back to its place. .
"The new generation of anomaly suppressors now overemphasize the importance of magic and soul pressure, and are trying their best to develop various ways of using soul pressure, which are all flashy and fancy, but they forget that the most fundamental thing in everything is their own body, which can be used to fight against anomalies. For Todoroki to survive, this is the first priority."
"I like you very much."
Wei Zeshu racked his brains and stood up, but his whole body was still shaking. He couldn't understand why the man in front of him had caused so much damage to himself without using any soul pressure from beginning to end.
"Confused?"
He took a big gulp of liquor. The liquor was a small bottle of vodka he bought from a convenience store before he came here. Most people should mix it with juice or ice cubes before drinking it, but Mo Daosang drank the original liquor directly.
"Your body is very strong, but the structure of your muscles and bones are still human. If your cervical vertebrae are broken, you won't be able to move."
"Don't rely too much on your physical talents to go on a rampage, you brat."
Wei Curcuma touched his neck. No wonder his lower body had lost consciousness just now.
"You...didn't you just say that we should pay attention to the body and not just develop soul pressure?"
"Did I say that?"
Mo Daosang scratched his stubbled chin, as if reminiscing.
"While enduring severe pain, you can still analyze my context and talk back. Not bad. Let me give you one extra point."
He briefly recalled it, then immediately became too lazy to continue thinking and gave up on the memory. Instead, he stepped forward and kicked Wei Shushu's calf, causing him to flip around in the air and hit the ground hard.
"But you just forgot to call me teacher, so you will be deducted 100 points."
"...What kind of bullshit scoring method is this...You just forgot what you said in the last sentence, this old man."
The above are all Wei Zeshu's inner complaints. He closed his mouth tightly and said nothing. He just tried hard to pull his cheeks out of the soil on the lawn, with fresh soil hanging on the tips of his black hair. And grass clippings, a lot of it was poured into the mouth.
"You are different from others. You have no soul pressure, so what you get in exchange is a powerful body and extremely strong recovery ability."
He stretched out his hand to help Wei Curcuma, and did not continue to attack him. The master and apprentice finally had a decent conversation for the first time.
Mo Daosang took the last sip of vodka and looked at Wei Curcuma.
"Zhenjun Xuanyuan also has no way of dealing with a special case like you, so please ask me to teach you."
There was no wine in the flask, so he put the glass bottle back into the pocket of his windbreaker with some boredom.
"When I was young, my fighting style was indeed similar to yours, but the troublesome thing is that I am a human being, not an abnormal king. As a human being, I will grow old, die and weaken. I have not been at my peak for a long time now."
"And what's even more troublesome is that you are too weak. Whether it's your body, your soul, your Dharma, your consciousness, or your heart, you are so weak that you can't even join the mainstream... It's been a hundred years since I've been exposed to someone as weak as you as my student. It’s hard to start…”
As if he could tell that Wei Curcuma wanted to say something, but hesitated, he shook his head.
"You have no soul pressure in your body at all. Is there anything more outrageous than this? Anything that can breathe has soul pressure, but you don't."
He pointed to his head.
"While I was on the road these days, I was thinking about what to do, and suddenly an idea flashed through my brain, which was completely soaked by alcohol."
"Since you are a human being, you should have soul pressure, but you don't have soul pressure, so I'd better not treat you as a human being."
