"Bah, what a bullshit god!" Wen Yuan spat disdainfully.
This was the first time that Yicheng saw Wen Yuan being so disgusted when he mentioned a certain creature. He continued to look at Wen Yuan curiously, waiting for him to give him an explanation.
After feeling disgusted, Wen Yuan continued: "Don't listen to those bastards' nonsense. We humans should only believe in the rules of the Dao. Those gods are all evil gods and heretics. The temples of the gods are completely composed of a group of alien races. I don't know what they do specifically. I know, but the master once told me to stay away from these guys. It’s completely unclear whether they are enemies or friends of humans!”
"As for the God of Time, it seems that he has been operating in Shanlai Principality and developing his followers everywhere. I feel that he is definitely not well-intentioned. I just don't know what he wants to do!"
Wen Yuan's sword practice is very ancient. Although there are not many disciples, they have penetrated into all parts of the universe and are powerful, so they know many secrets that Yicheng does not know.
It's just that because Wen Yuan's current cultivation level is not high enough and some things are not yet known to him, he is not very clear about the existence of the Temple of Gods.
In addition, as an ancient sword cultivator, he focused on swordsmanship, did not care about external objects, and was not good at inquiring about information. The only thing Wen Yuan could tell Yi Cheng was what he heard from his master.
While Yicheng and Wen Yuan were talking, the man in the suit had left the sight of Yicheng and Wen Yuan. There was nothing that could be done to the man in the suit until there was no evidence to prove that the man was wrong.
Yicheng separated from Wen Yuan and continued to help the Spiritual Knights, packing up the equipment brought by Princess Sweetheart.
With the strength of many people and the help of mechanical arms, the supplies were quickly sorted and put away. Yicheng told the fashion devil Lin Qin about the situation here in Wei Lanxing and asked her to arrange for someone to come and pick up these supplies.
After finishing all these things, there was nothing to do on the dock. The man in the suit didn't know when he left and where he was now.
Yicheng and Wen Yuan walked towards the Baron's Mansion together. Before leaving the pier, Yicheng could only keep an eye on the man in suit who had gone somewhere unknown after leaving the dock.
"I didn't ask you just now. Are you planning on where to go next after attending the concert?" On the way to the Baron's Mansion, Yi Cheng asked Wen Yuan curiously.
Holding his head in his hands, Wen Yuan looked at the sky with a leisurely expression, "Our sword cultivator is like a floating caltrop in the world, wandering and helpless. We go wherever we go and do whatever we want to do. We don't admire prosperity. , I don’t envy the powerful, I follow the direction of the sword, and I don’t care about where I am or what I will do next.”
Pointing to the road under his feet, Wen Yuan smiled and said: "Master has been teaching me since the beginning of my practice that the road a person walks must be farther than what he sees, and he must act before he thinks!"
"Your master must be a god!" In Yicheng's opinion, anyone who can say this and implement it must be amazing!
Thinking of his master who he hadn't seen for a long time and who had a sword as his companion, Wen Yuan nodded and said: "My master is indeed amazing. I have seen his sword. It is the purest sword in the universe!"
purely!
Yicheng didn't know how to understand this word, but looking at Wen Yuan's longing eyes, that should be the way he wanted to go to the great road!
With the guidance of his master and the inheritance of practice, Wen Yuan's path to swordsmanship should have been determined when he first started practicing!
Yicheng does not envy Wen Yuan, because he also has his own path. On his path, standing are all living beings. This is also the concept that Lin Dong has instilled in Yicheng since he was a child.
Even though Lin Dong never said it clearly to Yicheng, Yicheng knew that this was his own path, his own way, and the way of all living beings!
But what exactly are sentient beings and how to move forward on the path of sentient beings? Yicheng doesn't know. Just like Wen Yuan said, just keep moving forward. He is already on the road now, isn't he!
Walking into the Baron's Mansion, Yicheng looked at the people and things passing by and said silently to himself in his heart.
Sitting in the pavilion outside, he saw Yicheng and Wen Yuan coming together. Xinji, who had been stuffed with delicious food made by Youyou recently, remembered that he had taken Li Xin away before unloading the supplies brought from the battleship. .
His face was slightly red, and he greeted Yicheng slurring his words: "You have sorted out all the supplies. Come and try the Kaiyang chicken that Youyou made. It is so delicious. I specially left the chicken head for you." And Claw!”
Looking at Xinji with his mouth stuffed, Yicheng smiled and joked: "Is it because you want to keep it for us, or is it because your mouth is too small to stuff it?"
After being exposed by Yicheng, Xinji chewed the food in his mouth quickly and whimpered: "How is that possible? I am a leopard girl. My physical strength is something you humans can eat. It's not that I can't eat it. I will give it to you if you really want it!"
Yicheng took the two untouched claws from the plate in front of Xinji and handed one to Wen Yuan, "I believe you, then eat more slowly next time. I also want to taste some meat." It tastes good!"
Next to you, you saw Youyou fighting for meat with Xinji. She stood up and said to Yicheng and Wen Yuan: "You don't need to chew the chicken feet. I have left two chickens for you. I will bring them to you now!"
"Oh, Youyou, you are biased. Didn't I just ask you if you still have any? You lied to me and said you didn't have any more. It turned out to be reserved for Yicheng!" Xinji protested loudly after swallowing the chewed chicken in his mouth.
The sweetheart princess Li Xin, who came to Wei Lanxing for the first time, looked at this tender picture with a smile on her lips. She took out a tissue from her pocket and gently wiped the oil stains on Xinji's mouth.
"The chef is right next to you. Are you afraid that you won't have anything to eat?" Li Xin comforted the anxious Xinji with a sweet voice.
Wen Yuan sat down next to Yicheng, holding a sharp claw, and looked at Lixin with a sweet smile on his face. The man in a suit who met Yicheng on the dock said that he was Lixin's agent.
Based on Wen Yuan's understanding of these celebrities, the relationship between agents and celebrities is generally very close, and he does not want the goddess in his heart to be ruined.
Wen Yuan looked into Li Xin's eyes and asked in a low voice: "Princess Sweetheart, I just didn't have time to say hello to you on the dock. Let me introduce myself. My name is Wen Yuan. Swordsman Wen Yuan. In the words of your fans, I am you. Fans, nice to meet you!”
After getting off the star battleship, Lixin paid attention to the man who frequently smiled at him, and also noticed the distinctive sharp sword hanging on his waist.
At that time, everyone was attracted by Xinji's body, and they didn't have time to say much.
"Hello Swordsman Wen Yuan, I'm the singer Li Xin, and I'm glad to meet you too!" Li Xin smiled sweetly at Wen Yuan.
Glancing at Yi Cheng next to him who looked like he was watching a show, Wen Yuan coughed lightly to relieve the slight fluctuation in his heart that had been peaceful for thousands of years.
"Sweetheart Princess, there is something I really can't help but want to ask you. Have you ever heard of the God of Time?" After saying that, Wen Yuan couldn't help but tighten his muscles as if facing a powerful enemy, for fear of the goddess in his heart. The image just collapsed in my heart!
Li Xin still had a sweet smile on his face, and his eyes did not change at all. He tilted his neck and said: "I have never heard of it. Who is the God of Time? His name is so powerful. He is also from our Shanlai Principality. Singer or actor?"
Although nothing could be seen from Li Xin's face, Wen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when Li Xin said that she did not know the God of Time.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead due to nervousness, but fortunately I retained the image of the goddess!
Heaving a sigh of relief, Wen Yuan took off the sword from his waist and handed the hilt to Li Xin, "Goddess, sign your name for me!"
Wen Yuangang was still asking Li Xin about the God of Time, with a serious expression on his face. Then he suddenly handed over the hilt of his sword and asked Li Xin for his autograph.
Yicheng and the others around him were dumbfounded and found it difficult to accept the contrast between Wen Yuan's before and after!
But Li Xin, who should have been most affected by Wen Yuan's emotions, didn't show anything because of his professional training.
Even the sweet smile on his face did not change at all. He took out the signature pen he had always carried with him from his pocket and signed his name on the blank space of the sword hilt.
"Thank you for letting me engrave my signature on the hilt of your precious sword. This sword must be very important to you!"
Looking at the sword in his hand with obsessed eyes, Wen Yuan rarely said in an extremely gentle voice: "Yes, this sword is my life, it is connected to my soul, you know, for a swordsman like me, Anything that falls on the sword can be easily felt by me!"
Holding the signature pen, Li Xin's hand that was about to be withdrawn paused in the air. He quickly recovered his emotions, pretended not to care, and replied: "Really, do you think my handwriting looks good?"
Wen Yuan looked at the signature on the sword hilt carefully and replied affirmatively: "Of course it's beautiful. This is the most beautiful calligraphy I have ever seen. They say the words are like the person they are. Princess Sweetheart must also be an extremely upright person!"
Putting the pen away in his pocket, Li Xin looked into Wen Yuan's eyes. After thinking deeply, he smiled sweetly and said, "As long as you like it, I hope I won't let you down!"
Using his finger as a sword, Wen Yuan followed Li Xin's signature on the hilt and carved words on the hilt, while the breeze gently blew away the wood chips.
The gentle and elegant word Li Xin was engraved on the hilt of the sword by Wen Yuan.
This didn't seem to be good for Wen Yuan. After Yi Cheng saw these two words carved on the hilt of the sword, Wen Yuan's originally rosy face suddenly turned pale!
Next to Wen Yuan, Yicheng supported Wen Yuan, whose body was shaking involuntarily, and asked carefully: "Wen Yuan, are you okay?"
Holding Yicheng's arm to support his tired body, Wen Yuan's eyes never left Li Xin's sweet face.
When Wen Yuan treated Li Xin like this, everyone around them saw that something was wrong, and they all looked at Yicheng who walked in with Wen Yuan.
In their opinion, only Yicheng seemed to know what happened in the middle!
Yicheng, who focused entirely on Wen Yuan, had no intention of answering their questions even though he noticed everyone's inquiring eyes.
