Facing Lin Yan's big, eager eyes, which were full of trust and expectations for him, Shen Xiang said with difficulty: "The world is a big place, full of wonders, and we don't know everything."
"Isn't it that the chief steward doesn't want to tell us because he's afraid we'll know?"
"I really don't know." Shen Xiang admitted simply, "Lin Yan, is Lan Yue the only one with this talent?"
Lin Yan chuckled, "There are others."
"There are still people, how many people are there?" Shen Tianlin exclaimed, hearing this sentence as soon as he came to his senses. At this moment, his heart was not calm yet, he just felt that it was so unreal, and everything was still waiting for him to verify.
Lin Yan: "Not many, just a few. They are all in our hometown and have not come out. Does the city lord know what is going on?"
Shen Tianlin's expression changed several times, and the immovable nature of the past was gone at this moment.
"City Lord, you really know, tell us quickly, what's going on with Lan Yue?"
Several people stared at Shen Tianlin eagerly, and the weak voice in the silence was very clear, "Father, I want to know too."
Lin Yan followed the voice and looked over. Unexpectedly, a young man came to the door. He was frail and lacked the masculinity of a man.
Judging from the people she has met, it is rare to see such a sick and weak young man, and it is also rare to see someone as gentle as Shen Xiang. Unexpectedly, everyone gathered at the City Lord's Mansion all of a sudden.
The sickly young man's voice was weak, his face was pale, and his emaciated body made people feel that he was very tired from standing, and he wanted to step forward to help him.
Shen Xiang hurriedly went over and helped the young man come in and sit down, "Master, why are you here? Sit down and have a rest. If you have anything to do in the future, just ask me to come over. Don't come over in person."
"Jia Rui, what the chief steward said is right. Don't go out and run around in the future. Take good care of yourself in the house." Shen Tianlin transformed into an old father caring for his sick and weak son in a second. He poured a cup of hot water himself and handed it to his son's mouth. .
Lin Yan was shocked by this sudden change. This was Shen Jiarui, the sickly young master of Ancheng, and the delicate young master of the City Lord's Mansion, Baby Pimple.
Seeing it with my own eyes, it is worthy of the name.
Her eyes lit up. She was so lucky today. She happened to meet the sickly young master. This was a God-given opportunity.
Shen Jiarui looked at Lin Yan and Lan Yue curiously, and asked softly: "Are they the new girls, Lan Yue and Lin Yan?"
"Yes, my father specially invited them here. You come here just in time to meet them. They are all aborigines of the wasteland. You have always been curious, so you just have the opportunity to have a good chat."
Shen Jiarui nodded, "Father, you haven't finished what you just said."
Lin Yan nodded inwardly: "That's right, tell me quickly."
Lan Yue had put away the knife and sat back down. Looking at Shen Tianlin, she also wanted to know what was going on.
Judging from Shen Tianlin's expression, he must be an insider. I really didn't expect that there are still people who know this, which is a surprise.
Shen Tianlin was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Facing the longing eyes of several people, especially his son's pure and clear eyes, he made an instant decision.
After looking at the door to confirm that no one was coming, Shen Tianlin said solemnly: "When it comes to this matter, I won't hide it. Everyone knows that the ancestors of the Shen family came from Tianduan Mountain and took root here. It took several generations to get everything we have today.”
"It is recorded in the secret book of the Shen family that there is a kind of person who is blessed by nature and born extraordinary. He has extraordinary power and his lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary people. The records call this type of person a divine envoy, the incarnation of a god. The divine envoy is revered and respected by others. Admiration. Everyone wants to be a divine messenger, but unfortunately they don’t have godhead. They are born as mortals and can only live a mediocre life.”
Shen Tianlin said regretfully: "The Shen family only knows that there is a divine messenger, but they have never seen one, let alone what a divine messenger looks like."
Shen Jiarui's mind was spinning very quickly. He knew his father well and would not say anything he was unsure about. "Why did my father associate Miss Lan Yue with the Divine Envoy?"
Looking deeply at Lan Yue, Shen Tianlin said: "Jia Rui missed the scene just now. Such ghosts and gods can only think of gods as a father, and mortals cannot do it."
"What did I miss?" Shen Jiarui looked at Lan Yue, "Can you open my eyes?"
Lin Yan rolled his eyes inwardly. He was obviously a spiritual power, but he still had the power to call him a divine messenger. The incarnation of a god would really put a smile on his face.
When she came to her senses, Lan Yue showed her sword in the air again.
Anyone who saw this scene for the first time could not help but be shocked. Shen Jiarui rushed to Lan Yue excitedly, regardless of his physical weakness, and then stopped abruptly.
"Girl, how did you do it? Can you teach me?"
Shen Tianlin and Shen Xiang looked at it again and were even more convinced that Lan Yue was the envoy.
From what they knew, such a method could only be explained if it was related to the divine envoy.
Lan Yue looked at Shen Jiarui seriously, "How old are you?"
"Thirteen years old." After speaking, Shen Jiarui quickly said, "Can you really teach me?"
Shen Tianlin and Shen Xiang stared at Lan Yue with bright eyes.
If you can ask, it means it is possible.
Lan Yue glanced at Lin Yan, confirmed that she also had this intention, and said, "You are a bit old, I can only try. Whether you can succeed is up to you."
Shen Tianlin said excitedly: "Aren't divine envoys born?"
Lin Yan answered with a smile: "If the divine envoy you are talking about is someone like Lan Yue, maybe you can give it a try. It mainly depends on your personal talent. As you just said, you have to have godhead. This is innate."
"What else do you ask for? What do you need to do to succeed?" Shen Jiarui asked.
"First of all, let me state that what we call spiritual power is something that cannot be seen or touched. You can only practice it by feeling. The younger the child, the greater the possibility of success."
Shen Jiarui: "What age can a baby be? I'm already thirteen, can I still practice?"
In his short span of more than ten years, he was frail from birth and became a fragile baby in the family. He was carefully cared for and could not experience the colorful world.
I am very lucky that today I suddenly wanted to take a look at the person coming out of the depths of the wasteland, and I actually got a glimpse of the secret.
"The younger, the better. Young Master Shen is a little late in cultivating now, but as long as you persist in your efforts, it may not be impossible. In our place, there are people who persisted until they were eighteen and finally developed spiritual power."
Shen Jiarui's eyes lit up and he saw endless possibilities.
"As long as you teach me how to practice, you can ask for anything you want."
Lin Yan smiled and said, "We have no good way to do this. We have to rely on ourselves for everything. Just have talent and unremitting efforts."
Shen Jiarui looked at his father, his eyes full of prayers, he must try to practice.
Over the years, he had resigned himself to the fact that his broken body would never recover. It is better to practice, maybe there is another possibility.
Shen Tianlin tried his best to digest Lin Yan's words. It was an unprecedented impact and he needed to think about it carefully.
He knew and understood his son's eagerness very well. As long as his son wants something, he will find a way to get it for him.
However, Shen Tianlin was afraid that his son would be disappointed in the end, which would be a devastating blow.
