Douluo's Fancy Development Blue Silver Grass

Flender, who broke out of the slum almost after suffering so much, felt a great irony that such valuable knowledge was actually made public!

What are the hardships, the kowtows, and the sins I have suffered!

The monopoly of knowledge by clans and nobles is like a mountain pressing down on all commoner-born soul masters. Only those who are excellent enough to be considered to have the talent to improve the blood of those clans and nobles have the opportunity to break through that invisible shackle.

But now, under Mu Zhe's idea, these precious cultivation methods and secret knowledge are actually made public like this, which makes Flender feel mixed feelings.

Flender didn't know whether this was luck or sorrow. He had paid a lot of money and effort to obtain a little knowledge of cultivation, but now the latecomers can easily get a lot of knowledge and materials.

He felt his experiences and feelings had been completely upended.

The dwarf across the table saw the ups and downs of the old owl's mood and spoke.

"It seems that you, honored guest, were born in the quagmire like these people in the ditch mouse. At that time, those high-ranking nobles knew this and gritted their teeth in hatred."

"Dwarf" said in a mocking and sympathetic tone, and he pointed to the soul masters around who were eating, drinking and having fun. These people are all people who climbed up from the bottom, and they have experience and mentality similar to Flender.

The dwarf picked up a thin slice of meat from the plate and chewed it in his mouth with a happy expression on his face.

He was obviously very satisfied and happy that he was able to enjoy such delicious food.

"This is made with the freshest soul beasts and carefully selected herbs. Since you've all come to the ditch rat, don't let the food down. I think you who have been hungry shouldn't waste food like those guys, right?"

The "dwarf" smiled and watched Flanders pick up the slice of meat, took another sip of the poor ale, and continued.

"Those trash can only curse the Wuhun Hall and the Little Reincarnation Palace in the dark corners. They are always bullying like this, and they can only scream like crickets in the ground when facing objects with powerful force."

He used contempt and disgust to describe the reaction of those clans and nobles to the public knowledge of the Wuhun Palace and the Little Reincarnation Palace.

The dwarf stopped talking and took a glass of ale that Flender ordered for him and continued.

"They think that they have some secrets and advantages passed down from their ancestors, so they can always be on top, suppressing and exploiting us commoner-born soul masters."

The "dwarf" slammed hard on the table, making a dull sound, and everyone around looked at them. He ignored their gazes and just continued.

"Now, a new era has come. Now this world belongs to capable people, and this world can rely on their own efforts and innovation to achieve success and respect."

The soul masters around all agreed with the short man's words, and raised their glasses to salute.

The "dwarf" cow drank the last sip of ale, and said seriously to Flender

"My friend, thank you for your ale. Equivalent exchange is the principle of our group. I will send you an information for free."

"Dwarf" said in a low voice.

"Looking at your clothes and smell, you must be from the education field, but you must come here and disdain those noble people's business, so I'm here to tell you a news that only those serious schools know."

The dwarf told Flender in detail about the reform of the small reincarnation school and the Wuhun Temple to subsidize soul masters and increase the subsidy for school students.

The appetizers were only left with a little bit of marinade on the bottom of the plate, and the ale had been drunk, and the "dwarf" disappeared from Flender's eyes through the gap between the human legs and the corner of the table.

The old owl returned to the temporary residence exhausted. What happened tonight made him extremely tired, even worse than fighting the soul beast for 300 rounds with his friends back then.

He walked into the simple wooden house and saw the students lying on the bed or on the ground. These little monsters were Flender's pride and hope.

The old owl saw their sleeping faces, and remembered the setbacks they had experienced in the soul fighting field before.

The shrewd Flender analyzed the whole situation from the information. Now, Shrek's little monsters are definitely not facing their previous opponents in the big soul fighting arena, but only those who have the past sect or nobles can have it. knowledge assistance.

Those weird situations before are also understandable. It is not difficult for a soul master who has broadened his horizons to record the opponent's habitual soul skills and then make targeted tactics. On the contrary, those little monsters who are full of confidence did not think of this at all.

Flender sighed, his teaching method allows students to live like weeds in this hostile environment without background.

But now that the environment is no longer harsh and the sun and rain are abundant, my teaching method actually blinds these little monsters.

Maybe I should arrange for those little monsters to go to the library for a dip tomorrow. As for the subsidy, the old owl wants to work hard, maybe I can get Shrek Academy to be recognized by Wuhundian.

Flender gently touched Oscar's hair, tucked Ma Hongjun under the blanket, and then walked to his simple bed.

He lay down and closed his eyes, but he still recalled everything he had experienced today in his mind. He used to pursue ways to become stronger in order to survive, and the time when he struggled in the time of life and death was vividly remembered.

Maybe, little monsters don't have to work so hard to survive in this day and age?

On the other side of the mainland, Zhu Zhuqing received a strange order when receiving orders and delivering express delivery.

As a first-class delivery evaluation and speed in Xingluo City, Mao Mao received an urgent order.

The requirement of the order was to deliver a parcel to a garden outside the city within an hour. Although the order was well paid, Zhu Zhuqing felt very strange.

The cats and cats in the Bieyuan outside the city know that it is the place for the nobles to go hunting in summer and autumn, but now the nobles have not all been deprived of their property and titles? How could there be people there.

Zhu Zhuqing put the doubts behind her, even if there were any problems, her own strength was enough to escape from the danger, and the skills of traveling through the Shadow Plane had been mastered by her in the past few days.

Unfolding the Civet Martial Soul, a dark power enveloped her whole body. The dark power had a wonderful reaction with her uneven figure, making her constantly shuttle back and forth between reality and the shadow world while running.

After passing through the bustling streets, the noisy market, the bustling city gates and the green country roads, Zhu Zhuqing came to the other garden at an astonishing speed.

She saw those tall and gorgeous buildings, exquisite and elegant garden landscapes, and lifelike statues of soul beasts. Compared with the city, this place has a completely different breath and atmosphere.

Zhu Zhuqing shook the quaint doorbell nervously.

As the doorbell gradually faded away, the iron door slowly opened with a creaking sound, and a man in a black deacon uniform appeared in front of her eyes.

He looked to be in his forties, with a serious face and an elegant demeanor. He slightly bent down and waved his hands to welcome him and said loudly.

"Welcome, Miss Zhu's family." (End of this chapter)