Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 121 Emotions
Han Tao relaxed.

"We're safe now! We're completely safe!"

Thoughts cannot be read, and identities cannot be revealed.

All crises have disappeared.

Turning to look at her: "Rongrong!"

"Perhaps you should also build your own mental defenses."

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale: "No way!"

The thought of a future filled with nothing but lewd thoughts was unbearable for Rongrong, who pleaded with a pale face, "No, please don't!"

Han Tao smiled, knowing full well what she was afraid of; she had no desire to read Ning Tian's works.

However, Rongrong will not refuse if she asks for it.

Therefore, Han Tao did not force her.

If you take advantage of her affection for you and ask her to do embarrassing things, how is that any different from Yu Xiaogang?
So Han Tao said, "We don't need that yellow waste."

"What matters is the emotion!"

"Use vivid emotions as the foundation and worthless memories as bricks and tiles to build your own 'mental fortress'."

Ning Rongrong patted her chest and slowly exhaled: "Luckily, Han Tao didn't demand anything of me."

Why didn't Han Tao force himself to do it? Of course, it's because of "love," what else could it be?
Of all emotions, only love is the most unforgettable.

Rongrong drew upon her boundless love and used the meticulous care that "Sword Bone Douluo" had given her as a memory to build up a "wall of thought."

"Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone promised me they would protect me for life, hahaha." She always had a smile on her face.

Within the walls of her mind lies everything about Han Tao, which Ning Rongrong has hidden the deepest and protected the best.

The wall of thought is derived from fervent and devout love, and extremely subtle jealousy.

Jealousy, jealous of whom?

Ye Lingling.

Whenever she saw Han Tao helping Ye Lingling build mental walls, she would quietly come to the side and say in a resentful tone, "Oh dear! I'm afraid he's been tripped up by this little sister."

Ignoring the ravings of the people around him, Han Tao was completely focused on Ye Lingling's situation: "Choose a strong emotion!"

Han Tao had accessed Ye Lingling's mind.

She has no brain, or rather, it's completely empty; even zombies would shake their heads and leave if they saw her.

"mood?"

Ye Lingling gently covered her lips with her long, slender, fair fingers, pretending to be thinking.

Han Tao, however, understood.

She wasn't thinking at all!
"Why not use joy, happiness? It's the simplest and easiest thing to do!"

Ning Tian suddenly made a suggestion.

There are seven emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hatred, and malice. Ning Rongrong chose "love," while Han Tao chose "sorrow" and "anger."

Despair breeds resentment towards the injustice of fate and sorrow in the face of a cruel tomorrow.

Ye Lingling shook his head.

Throughout her life, she rarely showed any expression, as if she were born without emotions.

"Isn't there any other way?" Yang Qixin asked, her tone lacking confidence.

"Maybe there are, but you won't, who knows?"

Rongrong replied casually.

Ning Tian suddenly laughed: "You can ask the master. Maybe he can give you an extremely absurd answer."

"Trust me, this will be so much fun, hahahahahahaha!!"

Han Tao straightened his expression.

"Ning Tian, ​​I think you're a good fit for the music scene. Would you like to give it a try?"

Ning Tian's expression changed drastically, and he resolutely refused: "No way!"

Rongrong asked, "Why?"

Ning Tian felt a sense of fear, his expression became unusually abnormal, and he mumbled an explanation:

"As the two Title Douluos have already said, mental defense is meaningless, I think."

"It's not worth wasting so much time learning and understanding this field. I'd rather use that time to make a few more cups of tea and wash my feet a few more times."

Han Tao was not surprised by Ning Tian's choice. He could even neglect his cultivation in order to wash his feet, let alone the "mind defense" of a non-mainstream system.

"Alright!" She sighed slightly, not insisting.

Do you soak your feet in tea?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Lingling said something that surprised everyone.

"Wow, this!" everyone exclaimed.

Yang Qixin looked at Ning Tian, ​​her expression filled with amazement: "He's really rich!"

"Ning Tian, ​​do you know that there's a tea-selling girl waiting for you at the Elegant Tea House?" Han Tao patted Ning Tian on the shoulder and teased him.

"What tea-selling girl?"

Ning Tian looked puzzled.

Ye Lingling suddenly became interested: "She asked me to tell you."

"She will be at the Spirit Hall finals. She hopes you can persevere to the end."

Han Tao was somewhat surprised.

Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Tian with great interest.

"Really? She really said that?" Ning Tian was stunned for a moment, then his tone became slightly anxious as he realized what was happening.

"Of course!"

"Don't let her down!"

Having received a positive response, Ning Tian's fighting spirit was rekindled. He turned his gaze to Han Tao and Rong Rong, and said sincerely, "This competition depends entirely on you two."

"Uh!"

Han Tao thought he would make up his mind and work hard to improve himself, but unexpectedly...
The Crouching Dragon is still the same Crouching Dragon.

Han Tao hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Ning Tian, ​​are you really unwilling to practice mental defense?"

Ning Tian tilted his head back and said, "It doesn't matter!"

Anyway, I don't need to play a role in the game.

With Han Tao and Ning Rongrong around, all I need to do is lie back and win; it's best if I don't do anything at all.

Han Tao shook his head.

Without mental defense, how can one resist the Soul Fusion Skill: Allure?
In the final match, Ning Tian is likely to make a fool of himself.

Just as the group was having a pleasant discussion, the Spirit Hall announced a new order.

"Starting from this year's National Elite Soul Master Competition, Soul Masters are allowed to bring their own weapons and equipment."

"Oh?" Han Tao was somewhat surprised.

"This is Bibi Dong."

"Were they afraid Shrek Academy would be eliminated, so they changed the rules at the last minute?"

Conventions and unspoken rules are nothing compared to a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

In the last match, the Shrek team suffered a crushing defeat against the Tianshui team, which possessed all ice-type martial souls.

Tang San marked the referee with "the path to death," isn't that tragic?
If they lose another game, the Shrek Academy team will be eliminated. If Xiao Wu doesn't come to the Spirit Hall, how can the Spirit Hall wait for her to come to them with a soul bone?
Upon hearing about the change, Han Tao smiled knowingly: "This rule is to my advantage."

He strode forward and took the recurve bow from the weapon rack beside him.

Exquisite, expensive, and gorgeous.

This recurve bow requires 50 points of physique to draw, and Han Tao's physique has long exceeded 100 points, so strictly speaking, it is already a weapon that should be phased out.

"Just make do with this."

Han Tao casually held it in his hand.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School isn't short of money; Han Tao could easily get a better weapon.

However, it is unnecessary.

Weapons aren't cheap.

A decent bow, capable of surpassing the advanced recurve bow in Han Tao's possession, would cost at least hundreds of thousands of gold soul coins.

One hundred thousand gold soul coins can buy ten thousand-year-old blue silver grasses, which means dozens of possible martial soul evolution directions.

Moreover,

What can truly harm a Soul Master is never the arrow itself, but the concentrated poison of the Azure Phosphorus on the arrowhead.

(End of this chapter)