No matter how talented Lin Xian is, his life or death will have no impact on Xia Guo.
Rongguo is small and thousands of miles away, so Xiaguo doesn't need to care about its attitude.
But his life and death may have a little impact on the country of Qi.
A living Lin Xian may not really be able to cause any trouble to Qi. There have been countless geniuses from small countries like him in history, and few have been able to influence the situation in a region.
Then, Rong Guo, who has a talented person like Lin Xian, at least has the possibility of causing trouble to Qi Guo.
that's enough.
One possibility was enough for Chu Ming to stifle his murderous intention.
The Xia Kingdom is also a big country with a territory of thousands of miles. If you can stand out in such a big country and become the country's pride, you will certainly not be swayed by temporary emotions.
If it were a talented opponent from another small country, he would have killed him. But Lin Xian was different.
Lin Xian's talent is of great significance to Rong Guo.
Chu Ming did not sympathize with Rong Guo, nor did he pity Lin Xian, but he deeply hated Qi State.
Killing Lin Xian was something the people of Qi would like to see, so he would never do it.
Today's Xia State, even if it has been working hard for decades, is indeed unable to compete with Qi State. But there are many "possibilities" like Rong Guo, and bit by bit, over the years, it may not be possible to knock down this behemoth.
A thousand-mile embankment collapsed in an ant nest.
The Yang State in the past could be destroyed, why couldn't Qi State?
He touched one side of his head, let the ghost-faced rat bat go back into his ear, and reached out to collect the puppet fragments scattered on the ground.
He didn't look at Lin Xian again.
He just stood on the martial arts stage, stared deeply at the genius of Qi on the stage, then turned around and walked off the stage alone.
Wait, then……
he thinks.
Anyway, he has won this one. Although there is no chance of winning the championship, there is still a chance of reaching the main draw.
If you can keep the last resort, you may not be able to create a "surprise" in the main game.
Even if it's just one more round, you can have more say.
In addition to him, Xia Guo also had talents who participated in the Wailou Field and the Under-30 Unlimited Field. The hope of winning the championship was not completely extinguished.
In comparison, Lin Xian, who fought desperately to give Rong Guo a glimmer of hope, failed completely. Rong Guo had been hiding for so long, just waiting for the genius to become a blockbuster in the Yellow River Meeting, but he finally stopped at the early stage of selection.
Although you are not dead, you may not feel as good as death.
On the river viewing platform, Rong Guo was the only genius, and he just returned without success, which can't be said to be disappointing.
However, the nations gathered together, and the arrogant ones competed with each other.
Anyone who comes here to watch the river is a genius praised by the country.
Who doesn’t have a little story, who doesn’t have some persistence?
Who has not overcome all obstacles and defeated countless opponents before reaching this world-famous river viewing platform.
So who is willing to fail?
It’s still just the winners who stand and the losers who fall down.
Everyone has a reason not to lose, but someone always has to lose.
Is Lin Xian the only one who is frustrated in the world?
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Night has come, in Mu Street.
"Rucheng, the selection has already started, don't you go and take a look?" Yuwen Duo opened the curtain and said carelessly.
At that time, Zhao Rucheng was sitting in front of the writing desk, holding a fine brush and painting on the scroll in detail.
The thick bronze mask was placed in the upper left corner of the desk, so his handsome face was clearly visible under the light.
Hearing the sound, he just said: "The main match hasn't started yet, what's there to see?"
Yuwen Duo came closer and took a look: "Who are the five people painted here? Why don't they have faces painted on them?"
"How do you know the art of painting?" Zhao Rucheng glanced at him and pointedly said: "In this world, some people have faces, and some people don't."
Yuwen Duo seemed not to understand at all, with a naive smile on his face, and complained kindly: "You said you came to meet the heroes of the world, but you stayed in the tent all day. You are not painting for others to see. If you don’t understand painting, it’s just practicing endless lines! How boring!”
Zhao Rucheng smiled: "Please go back and tell Her Royal Highness that I am practicing and am not free."
"Look what you said, what does it have to do with the princess?" Yuwen Duo continued his silly tactics: "I want to watch the selection with you!"
Zhao Rucheng didn't even raise his head, and softly uttered one word: "Get out."
"Okay!" Yu Wenduo, who had just sat down halfway, immediately stood up again: "Yi Zhen, you continue to draw. I will call you when the main competition begins."
This man came and went like a whirlwind.
Zhao Rucheng didn't seem to be affected at all, and kept painting the details of one of the characters' clothing.
It was a plain and clean gown.
He added a patch to it.
While sketching, he suddenly paused and raised his head.
The bronze mask was already covering his face.
Only then did footsteps sound from far away, and a strong female voice sounded outside the door: "Mr. Zhao."
"Come in." Zhao Rucheng greeted.
The "maid" of the Yuwen family walked in.
This is a woman with a waist as big as a bucket. Her children are as old as Zhao Rucheng. She is good at herding sheep and cutting grass, and she is good at serving people...
Before her, Yu Wenduo arranged for Zhao Rucheng to be a lively and beautiful maid. After Helian Yunyun appeared, she was replaced by this one.
Yuwenduo repeatedly stated that it was his own idea and did not want Rucheng to be distracted from his practice... Zhao Rucheng said that he believed it, and then beat Yuwenduo violently.
But Yu Wenduo was indeed a tough man on the grassland. In order to allow Yi Zhen to concentrate on his practice, he refused to replace him.
This is how Aunt Niu settled.
Over time, Zhao Rucheng got used to it...
The aunt is very nice, and she won't bother him no matter what.
"Sir." Aunt Niu walked into the tent and held out a small box half a foot long: "Someone asked me to deliver this gift to you."
Zhao Rucheng asked: "Who?"
"I don't know him." Aunt Niu shook her head and said, "He said you will know after seeing it."
Zhao Rucheng looked at the tea table in the tent and said, "Put it on the table."
Aunt Niu came over, put the box on the tea table, then turned and left.
She works quickly and never sloppily.
After waiting for Aunt Niu to go away, Zhao Rucheng opened the box with a wisp of wind from his finger.
He was five steps away, quietly looking at the box on the tea table.
In the box...
It's a finger.
A twisted and bent finger that was broken in reverse.
Zhao Rucheng was silent for a long time before approaching the tea table.
In the box, under the finger, there was a note.
Zhao Rucheng was silent for a while, then flicked out a wisp of wind again, rolled up the note, and floated it in the air.
Now the note came face to face with him.
The inch-haired Zhao Rucheng, wearing a bronze devil mask, seemed to be facing off against the person behind the note.
Across the thin paper, the distant night.
This note has three lines of words written in very neat handwriting——
"No one is dead yet."
"Woguo Fengcheng, Yunlai Inn is waiting for you."
"See you there or see you."
