"Li Longyuan, I remember." Chu Zihang nodded, "Let's play ball together when we have time."
If anyone from Shilan Middle School heard Chu Zihang's words, he would probably be so excited that his face would turn red and he would bow repeatedly, shouting to learn from his senior brother.
Because these words mean that you have gained high recognition from this almost perfect man, and even have the opportunity to become Chu Zihang No. 2.
"Okay! This game must have a real ending." Li Longyuan's response was equally concise, but the latter sentence was a bit confusing.
Chu Zihang knew what he was talking about. If he threw the last ball at the last second, the opponent would have no chance to turn defeat into victory. It's just that he doesn't bother to do this, and takes action when he encounters the right opportunity, that's all.
"Okay, if you have time on the weekend, you can come to the Municipal Children's Palace Kendo Hall to see me. My name is..."
"Chu Zihang, almost everyone here knows it." The conversation was interrupted before it was finished. The young man looked in the direction of the Shilan Middle School auditorium with a slightly joking look. There was even a fan support group above. A giant poster and banner of Chu Zihang was pulled up.
Following Li Longyuan's line of sight, Chu Zihang couldn't help but feel helpless on his stiff face.
"Miaomiao, have you seen Xiao Si? She clearly told me that she would come today." The short-haired girl wearing the Shilan Middle School uniform and skirt held up a corner of the huge banner while facing Senior Brother Chu's gaze with joy. While shaking, he asked Liu Miaomiao in front of him with some doubts.
As a member of Senior Brother Chu's support team, Zheng Xiaosi is as dedicated as them.
Especially for this kind of rare activity where you can appreciate the beauty of your senior brother up close, even if the football game and schoolwork time conflict. Zheng Xiaosi is also the kind of fan who can arrive on stage on time, waving the red failing report card while shouting that Senior Brother Chu is so handsome!
"Perhaps something happened at home?" Liu Miaomiao also noticed that Chu Zihang's eyes turned to this side, turned his head away slightly shyly, and murmured in a low voice.
In fact, she really wanted to say that maybe something unexpected happened on the way here, but unfortunately this sentence always sounded like there was some bad connotation in it, so she didn't say it out loud.
"Maybe." The short-haired and capable little girl waved her hands, although she didn't think Zheng Xiaosi, who came from a wealthy family, could have anything big.
If a drone happened to take off from the gate of Shilan Middle School at this time, it would take aerial photos of the entire playground of this private aristocratic middle school. You will find that there are countless black heads moving here, and students wearing blue and white school uniforms gather into a tide, intertwining and surging, and the huge sound waves generated go straight into the sky. And when a figure as small as an ant merges into the dense and noisy crowd, it is no longer traceable.
A beast put on clothes and stepped into the human territory. The power of the devil awakened here. It was the first time that he tasted the sweetness of power and roared with excitement. The scarlet and violence were perfectly hidden in the cage of the city.
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In the ancient palace with carved beams and painted pillars, two cups of green onion tea were placed neatly. The hot steam on top of the tea blurred the faces of the two people on both sides of the long root-carved tea table.
An old man and a young man were also sitting cross-legged on the gorgeous banquet, facing each other, but no one spoke.
Since Lu Yu, the tea sage of the Tang Dynasty, published the first "Tea Book", tea culture spread all over the world along the Silk Road and coastal routes. Japan's envoys to the Tang Dynasty also brought this custom drink, which was absorbed and improved by the local people and integrated into their own opinions to form the tea ceremony, one of Japan's three cultures.
It is a pity that in China, where tea ceremony originated, only some people still retain the inheritance and exploration of tea ceremony.
Before drinking tea, you need to meditate. This is a process of exploring yourself and returning to your original nature. When the distracting thoughts in your mind fade away one by one, the only remaining thought will become clear, which is the original intention and the future.
"Have you seen that child? How do you feel?" The silver-haired old man sitting at the head of the hall, facing south, was the first to ask to break the silent atmosphere. His tone was leisurely and casual, as if he was one with the Tao.
Although the wrinkles on his face show the wind and frost of the years like the curling branches of an old tree, the cloudy and yellow eyes occasionally reveal a fleeting sparkle when they open and close.
It is not difficult to see that this is a very old man, but he was once a liger-like man. The slightly rickety figure still hides unimaginable power, enough to make all voyeurs with evil intentions in the dark crawl and tremble.
The 62nd generation head of the Li family, Li Chengqian.
"Yes, I saw it. His physical strength, agility, and learning ability are far beyond ordinary people, which is completely in line with the characteristics of a mixed race." The handsome boy who had been kneeling in meditation spoke slowly.
"And he is very handsome, even though he has a cold face." The handsome boy wearing a simple white T-shirt stretched out his hand, took the tea in front of him, blew it, and made a rare witty remark.
This sentence is also true to a certain extent. Mixed races are always better than ordinary people, no matter in every aspect.
One contact at a football game was enough for him to obtain useful information. In addition, Chu Zihang's reputation in Shilan Middle School was very famous. He hardly needed to investigate. He only needed to grab a boy at the school gate and gnash his teeth at them. In the trembling voice, I learned the whole story of this beast.
"These are just mechanical data analyses. Whether Norma from the European Secret Party or our orthodox prime minister can easily obtain this information." The old man looked at the boy in front of him seriously, obviously not satisfied with this answer.
As the orthodox son of the Li family and the future head of the family, he should understand the meaning of his question and give the correct answer.
Feeling, only real creatures can have feelings, is also the missing part of artificial intelligence systems.
The boy shrugged noncommittally and continued to take a sip of tea before speaking: "He should have been stimulated by some kind of stimulus before and awakened the golden eyes. The dragon bloodline is constantly transforming his body."
The boy closed his eyes and continued to report while savoring the fragrance of tea lingering on his tongue.
"But it's a pity that I didn't find the shadow of Yan Ling in him, just like a ragged beggar who has the king's treasure house but no key to open it. But he belongs to the kind of person with a will as strong as iron. In a short period of time, You shouldn’t lose your way due to the erosion of the dragon’s blood in your body.”
In the spacious and magnificent hall, the old man listened quietly to the boy's report. Only at the end did Gujing Wubo's expression change slightly.
"Behind the history of the world, there are often traces of dragon activities. In the eyes of pure-blood dragons, humans and hybrids are just despicable fire thieves and ants." The old man raised his sandalwood teacup and made a sound about the fate of early humans. Sigh.
"Sadly, many mixed-bloods have abandoned their human dignity and character, blindly pursuing powerful power in an attempt to get closer to the world of pure-blooded dragons. Once the unstable dragon bloodline exceeds the critical blood limit (50%), the mixed-race hidden in the The dragon genes in the species will devour the human genes, and base pairings will push them towards the complete dragon race, which will be an abyss of despair."
The old man's vicissitudes of voice resounded throughout the ancient palace, slowly revealing the most terrifying truth hidden among the entire mixed race.
"Then they will eventually become pure-blooded dragons?" The boy was obviously aroused by these words.
Even though he is an orthodox son of the Li family, he cannot find out the root cause of the degeneration of mixed-race species in any ancient books. This is a taboo.
"No, they will only be infinitely close to the pure-blood dragons but unable to get completely close. They will accept the control of the ancient dragons and treat them as servants and slaves.
The hybrids whose minds have been eroded by the dragon's blood have completely lost the ability to use weapons, combat techniques and other intelligent creatures, and can only rely on their bloodthirsty instincts and strong bodies to act. "
The old man raised his hand and drank the tea in front of him in one gulp, his eyes full of mockery for those who lost themselves in the pursuit of strength.
"I know that these depraved hybrids are called Deadpools by the secret party, ghosts by the Eight Sheqi Family, and Rakshasa by our orthodox family." The boy nodded slowly, indicating that he understood what his grandfather said.
"Volume 25 of "The Meaning of Huilin" contains: Rakshasa, these are evil ghosts. They eat human flesh and blood, fly in the air or walk on the ground, and are frighteningly quick. They are the most evil ghosts in the world. The meaning of their appearance It means eating a living person." The old man spoke out the definition of Rakshasa in Sanskrit word by word.
"And when extreme evil appears in the world, there will always be heroes that people hope for. They will kill the evil spirits with their swords and restore peace to the world!" The expression on the old man's face gradually brightened, and his tone also became brighter. More passionate.
"Has anyone ever said that you are suitable for learning Beijing accent?" The boy complained softly.
The old man smiled and said, "When I was a child, I really had the idea of singing with the theater troupe. Unfortunately, the old stubborns at home hugged my legs with tears in their eyes and stopped me, saying that actors are harming the country, Your Majesty."
"The Qing Dynasty has fallen, and times have changed. We are the out-and-out successors of socialism who grew up under the red flag." The boy suddenly sat upright, obviously expressing his strong feelings towards the old man who was deeply poisoned by the feudal imperialism of the old society. Condemn and carry out ideological remolding.
"Yes, times have changed. I am old, and the world will be left to you young people in the future." The old man blinked slyly, like an old fox in the mountains.
"I have elected you to the position of the orthodox true king of our Li family, and a grand ceremony will be held soon."
Wherever ethnic groups live together, leaders will be elected. Such as the principal of Kassel College, the emperor of the eight Sheqi families, or the true king of the Li family. This is a name, and it is also a deterrent. It is built with the blood of countless fallen hybrids over thousands of years, and it is frightening.
"What do I need to prepare before this?" The boy raised his head slightly, not surprised.
This is his fate and his responsibility. Just like a ship drifting on the sea, it will always encounter countless rocks and storms. If you get over it, you can see the wonderful new world in front of the magnificent sunrise the next day. If you are unlucky, you will have to stop forever.
It is strange that the names of the ancestors are changed into the same tablets as those of the ancestors and enshrined in the Li family ancestral hall to show the admiration of future generations. It is quite unrestrained and unrestrained.
