In fact, Chu Tianxing's imaginary reminiscing about the past happened, but it did not completely happen.
Ning Yuan had already told Lin Chongyang in great detail about the affairs of the Four Realms. He had also inferred the progress of everyone's cultivation through his fight with Ning Yuan.
When we meet now, in addition to getting to know each other again, he simply explains everyone's doubts and gives some guidance on practice. He is not an old man, so he doesn't have much to talk about.
but……
"How to be a good king?"
Hearing Huaisheng Qiao's question, Lin Chongyang said apologetically:
"I can't teach you this, you need to experience it yourself."
In this regard, Lin Chongyang was also helpless. Even a god would not dare to say that he was omnipotent and omnipotent, let alone an ordinary person like him.
What's more, governing a country and governing a Confucian sect are two different things.
She couldn't tell her that she could leave all the affairs to Ning Yuan after he took over. Anyway, he was already ready to be the chief assistant.
etc.
like……
Isn’t that impossible?
It's just a little bit irresponsible.
From the standpoint of Huaisheng Qiao and others, although the Realm Lord is very kind to them, some words may not be nice and disrespectful, but for the sake of the thousands of people of the Tower of Metta, the problems must be acknowledged.
That is, as the Tower of Metta continues to develop, the abilities of the Realm Master have begun to be unable to meet the overall needs. This is very realistic and very cruel.
The World Master himself feels deeply guilty about this: he is already old and cannot keep up with the times. As a wave of the old era, he will be slapped to death on the beach sooner or later.
Fortunately, God showed mercy and allowed him to see the hope of the Tower of Mercy's Light flourishing in his dying years. Although it was a little late, it was not too late.
At least, what else can he do to support them before they grow up.
After they grow up, hand this Tower of Mercy Light completely into their hands and pin all your hopes on them.
The future belongs to young people like them. Seeing them grow up, he can rest in peace.
For these "young people", such words are a bit heavy, so they hesitate and don't know how to feel when facing their former husband.
After all, even the Realm Lord who watched them grow up will leave them one day in the future.
Even after seeing Lin Chongyang, the confusion in his heart and the thousands of words in his heart were all wiped away.
In a sense, he has a tendency to be "deified".
After hearing the answer, Huaisheng Qiao was about to apologize when he heard Lin Chongyang continue:
"Although I can't answer it for you, I believe you can find the answer you want in Tiandu."
"Yes, I understand, thank you sir."
Then, he looked at Chuezi and Fuying aside: "I hope you can also grow and gain something."
"We understand."
"You can send me messages at any time in the future. Of course, I hope you can come to the De Feng Ancient Trail. I will always be waiting for you."
From meeting old friends to simply reminiscing about the past, it only took half an hour. When Lin Chongyang sent the four people on the boat, the bright moon was still hanging high in the sky.
"I'll bother you later, brother."
"It's easy to say, Mr. Chu has collected the money, so he will naturally deliver the guests safely, please."
"please."
The boat was getting farther and farther away, the wind was blowing and the frosty moon was blowing. As far as the eye could see, the sky was the same color as the water, and only a sigh was left on the river bank.
………
Southern Territory
Within Tianxiapin, there is an exquisite small building located, surrounded by many ancient trees, adding to the elegance. A simple sword-forging furnace stands in the courtyard, blowing flames in the wind, containing the universe.
"If you want to straighten your front, you dare not work hard. In the early morning, you open the box and the jade dragon howls.
The spirit in the hand is three feet of ice, and the spirit is a snake on the stone.
The blood of the female stem is silently drained by the running water, fierce and powerful
Now the stains and traces are gone.
Flatten the injustices of the floating world, and reach the sky with you. "
In the courtyard, I saw a handsome figure dancing with a sword, a poem falling, and a sword dance.
Throwing the sword back into the house, Jiang Nan Chunxin transformed into a folding fan, turned around and said loudly to the outside:
"Brother Lin, my sword dance is not bad, right?"
As soon as the words fell, I saw the awe-inspiring Confucian wind blowing in the surroundings, and a dust-free figure walked into the wind:
"I haven't seen you for a while, but Brother Jiangnan is still as charming as ever."
Seeing that his friend was avoiding talking, Jiang Nanchunxin sighed, closed the folding fan, covered his heart and said:
"Oh, Brother Lin, it's very sad for you to be like this."
That look could be said to have been imitated. If the two hadn't known each other for many years, Lin Chongyang would have believed him.
"If casting skills are divided into 30% of the sword, Brother Jiangnan will definitely be the best swordsman in the world." Lin Chongyang said seriously.
When Jiang Nanchunxin heard this, his movements stagnated: "Forget it, it's obviously more suitable for me to concentrate on manufacturing."
"I came here this time because I need to trouble Brother Jiangnan about something."
"Are you in a hurry?"
"Not urgent."
Regarding the Three Lights Weapon, Lin Chongyang carefully considered it and finally chose to come to Tianxiapin instead of rushing to Tiannan Mountain.
After all, there are specialties in the art industry, and it is obvious that my friend Jiangnan Harunobu is more professional in such fancy things.
"Since there's no rush, let's talk about it later."
"Ha, guests do as they please."
In the living room, which was elegant and unique, with incense lingering around, they saw two people sitting down.
After placing the teapot on the stove, Jiangnan Chunxin shook the folding fan in his hand and asked with interest:
"Speaking of which, is Brother Lin prepared to participate in the sword review competition ten years from now?"
All his disciples have sent letters begging him, but Jiang Nan Chunxin can't even convince himself that he is not interested in this matter.
"What, Brother Jiangnan is going to participate?" Lin Chongyang said with a smile.
"Even if you participate, when it comes to sword making and props, even if I tie them together, they still can't catch up with me."
He patted his chest with the closed folding fan. At the same time as Jiang Nan Chunxin spoke, he even straightened his waist by three points. Then, his whole body became weak and he said in despair:
"However, when it comes to swordsmanship and swordsmanship, I can't compare to them even if I am torn apart."
His understanding of his own force has always been clear, as long as it is enough.
Anyway, these friends of his are better at fighting than each other, so fights are not on his mind.
As for being silenced, if he sees that something is not right, he can find his friends in advance to get someone, but he can't say who will kill him then.
Therefore, if you have the time to practice swords, it is better to forge a few more swords.
Thinking of this, Jiang Nanchunxin was stunned for a moment, then put the folding fan on the table and condemned:
"You have taken the topic astray again, so, Brother Lin, are you prepared to participate?"
"Not necessarily. Let's see if any old friends are there."
The Sword Review of the Sword Sea is indeed a major event in the sword world. Although Lin Chongyang supports it, it does not mean that he will definitely participate.
After all, if they were all rookies, it wouldn't be interesting for him to go.
However, Jiang Nan Chunxin looked his friend up and down first, and then sighed slightly:
"That's right. With your qualifications, Brother Lin, you can be considered a senior now."
