"Uncle Charles, thank you!" Qianjie found old Charles in the Ice and Snow Pass.
Reality is not a game, and leadership is not a skill name. An A+ means you can call on others at will.
Qianjie himself didn't know whether he had the attribute of leadership, and he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to stuff Tang San back into the manure pit and dig out manure with a manure fork. In just a few words, he wanted to let others take a ride on a journey together. It's just a dream to risk the lives of the previous family.
So he is not in a hurry or panic. It is already good to get a promise of protection at a critical moment.
This thing, just let it happen.
It's better to worry about the immediate things first, such as the promise to old Charles.
"Thank you. This is the character a guide should have. Besides, I'm still counting on your soul guidance workshop." Old Charles put his hands in his thick sleeves and smiled.
"Don't worry, we haven't forgotten. I'll go back with you right now." Qianjie pulled Huo Yulin and responded with a cheerful smile.
There was the sound of treading on the snow behind him, and Old Charles and the soldiers in front of him quickly lowered their heads with expressions of respect.
Qianjie turned around, but it was Gu Zhen whom he had seen in the hut before.
He had long black hair and was dressed in black clothes. His face had sharp edges and determination of ice and snow, and he was holding a stick wrapped in black cloth in his arms.
"Xuanzu asked me to follow you from now on." He looked at Qianjie seriously, speaking bluntly without any language skills.
"Of course, my personal preference is that I don't want to follow someone who looks younger than me, and I don't want to go to that disgusting quagmire in the south." He stuck the stick in his arms in the snow. On the ground, he clenched his fists, and there was a crisp sound of bones.
"Xuanzu said that you should read more and think more, but I don't understand much.
"I have my own way of doing things. In the North, only those who can lead others to survive are qualified to be followed.
"Xuanzu said that you are very satisfying to him. I am now fourteen years old and have a fifty-level soul power. I have never received such evaluation from him, so I guess there is a high probability that I will not be able to defeat you.
"But I still want to fight. This is a necessary process, and it also allows me to judge whether you are capable of keeping me alive."
The snow under Gu Zhen's feet began to fly with him as the center. A golden coiled dragon stick appeared in his hand, and five yellow, purple, and black soul rings lit up.
Compared to Gu Yun's dragon-coiling stick, the dragon soul on it looked like a dead thing, but its momentum was amazing enough.
"There's so much nonsense, why don't we just give him a fight?" Tianmeng's voice sounded from Qianjie, "Come on, kid! Let him see what a genius is and what a humanoid means of transportation is!"
Tianmeng was thrown onto Lao Xiaer's winter hat. When the winter hat flew away, it also revealed the middle-aged and elderly hairstyle with a bright middle and sparse surroundings.
Not all soul masters have the ability to guarantee that they will not lose their hair.
"Okay." Qianjie took off his glasses and handed them to Huo Yulin who was standing beside him.
Fighting is what soul masters exist for, and the hairless monkeys also like fighting the most.
The soldiers formed a circle around the two men and began to watch, as if they were watching a show.
"The hatred has no boundaries, the conquests have no boundaries..." Four yellow, yellow, purple and purple soul rings emerged from his body, bringing a different brilliance in the ice and snow.
It was still a traditional process that embarrassed Qianjie and made the onlookers exclaim. Qianjie gave himself four BUFFs.
Different from the previous times when he was swinging books like a meteor hammer in the Shrek Arena like a berserker, this time Qianjie held the book in his left hand like a devout preacher.
The premise is to ignore the golden light blade that pops up in his right hand.
Holding a book in one hand and a sword in the other.
"You lose." The next moment, the sword was already on Gu Zhen's neck.
After firing a bunch of traps and still flying up and down, you can wipe out a thousand calamities on your neck.
Gu Zhen blinked blankly, seeing no sign of Qianjie's actions.
No matter how fast the speed is, there must be a sign, right? !
There wasn't even a sign. One second he was standing opposite, and the next second the sword was already on his shoulder.
It was as if a period of time had been deleted.
"Master Gu Zhen, why didn't you move just now?!"
The shouts of the soldiers next to him made Gu Zhen come back to his senses. It was probably some kind of mind-numbing soul skill, but he didn't feel like he was being controlled.
But there is no point in worrying about these. If you lose, you lose.
The glowing golden sword was still resting on his shoulder, and Gu Zhen blinked.
He stretched out his hand and hooked it, and motioned to the soldier next to him to hand over something wrapped in black cloth that was stuck in the snow. The soldier pulled it out sensibly and handed it to Gu Zhen with considerable effort.
It can be seen that that thing is very heavy.
However, Gu Zhen regarded it as weak and Hong Yu easily took it in his hand and took off the black cloth wrapping its surface.
It was a long stick similar to Gu Yun's ancient true martial spirit. It looked like it was made of gold, with a mad dragon circling on it and several familiar characters from Qianjie.
"I shouldn't suffer too much from following a boss like you."
Saying this, Gu Zhen held the long stick in both hands, raised it above his head, and knelt on one knee.
Qianjie took the long stick in one hand, it was really heavy.
One hand still maintained its posture, and the sword was still resting on Gu Zhen's shoulder.
It's like a canonization.
…
"Boss, can you shut him up?!" It's not a big deal to have an additional follower Qianjie, but Tianmeng next to him is too noisy.
The noise caused Gu Zhen to clenched and loosen his fists.
They have now followed Old Charles out of Ice and Snow Pass and on their way to Old Charles town.
"I'm warning you, kid, show some respect to me. When I'm roaming around in the far north..."
Then there was no more Tianmeng's noisy voice in the wind and snow, and Gu Zhen let out a sigh of relief.
"Boss, how's the pseudonym you came up with for me?" He then asked Qianjie.
Naturally, a pseudonym is needed. He has an ancient surname and is holding the Evil-Destroying Coiled Dragon Stick in his hand. Anyone who is interested can easily find out.
"Well, let's call her Huo Yuzhen." Qianjie adjusted his glasses and thought of a random name.
He was now considering whether to seal Tianmeng's mouth in the future.
"Why Huo Yu again? Brother, can you change your name?"
Huo Yulin turned his head with a question mark on his face.
"No, because this prefix has great luck, and we need to use your luck."
"..."
Okay, Huo Yulin continued to move forward in the wind and snow.
Qianjie didn't hesitate, he looked at the long stick in his hand and fell into deep thought.
According to Gu Zhen, this is the token inherited by their Gu family. An ordinary stick is nothing more than the key point, and it looks more noble.
But Qianjie always feels that things are not that simple, there is no special feeling, this is the intuition.
You arrive at a place and get a mission item that has been passed down for thousands of years. How can it be just a simple decoration?
But now that I'm on the road, it's hard to try any ideas I have. I can only wait until we get there.
There are three more updates, despair
(End of chapter)
