"Okay! Wait for the good news, sir!"
Qi Mingxuan held the gold medal tightly in his hand and rushed towards the library in the southeast direction of Weiyang Palace. In the night sky, ordinary people could not catch the figure of a first-level martial artist. Su Xuan looked at Qi Mingxuan's leaving shadow, how much Still a little envious.
"Why, boy, do you really want to become a master?"
The Ring Spirit curled his lips slightly. Now that the Ring Spirit and Su Xuan share the same sea of consciousness, they can naturally guess Su Xuan's thoughts to some extent. The latter did not mean to be pretentious and said bluntly: "Of course, it's just my goal. Of course it’s not about becoming a master.”
"Oh? Not a master? What is that? A master who will be at the top of his game, able to see all the small mountains at a glance, an otherworldly master?" The ring spirit stopped Su Xuan's spring and autumn dream directly at the source.
"Don't think so much about yourself. I have said it before. The first-level realm is already an unattainable dream for many people. Do you think that seeing so many masters in the palace means that there are also many first-level masters in the world? The sky is flying, after all, it is a palace! If there are not dozens of masters in charge inside, then isn’t it true that everyone can become the emperor?”
Su Xuan understood what the Ring Spirit meant. He just wanted to stop having such high expectations and belittle oneself, and just treat it with a normal heart. But the Ring Spirit opened its mouth and showed no intention of stopping. .
"Actually, the level in the world of martial arts is not as high as you think, but it is definitely not as low as you think. However, as long as you practice according to the methods and methods I gave you, with your talent as an ancient emperor, And with that stubborn energy, I guess you can catch up later when your brother is still in the first-grade Vajra realm!"
Su Xuan shook off the dust from his clothes, straightened the corners of his clothes a little, smoothed out the pleats on them slowly, and responded: "Senior, I understand. In fact, my original intention of learning martial arts was not to look cool, nor to be cool. What a competition for marriage, I just want the people who care about me, the people I care about, to stop doing things according to other people's ideas and live a better life..."
The Ringwraith hesitated to speak after hearing this. I don’t know how many people in this world fell in love with swordsmanship because they saw a swordsman wearing a white robe and a long sword, walking with a sword, flying thousands of miles, and they don’t know. How many people have fallen in love with the swordsmanship after seeing a drag knife with a blood-stained blade, a powerful black suit, facing many enemies independently in the wind and rain, and the awe-inspiring aura with a single finger.
I don’t know how many people have read about the strategists who strategized in books. They can shake the heroism and stability of a territory with just the guidance of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and they have to study thousands of poems and books. These examples abound.
But what the Ring Spirit didn't expect was that Su Xuan's initial desire to learn martial arts was not for himself, but for other people. The Ring Spirit slowly exhaled and stopped dwelling on this topic.
"Boy, what are you going to do next? Don't you need that token more than that junior in the King Kong realm? You actually gave it back to him?"
Mo Youzhu on the side looked at Su Xuan's move and rushed to Su Xuan's side. He blinked his exquisite eyes and looked up at Su Xuan. The latter did not reply to the Ring Spirit's words first. , but grabbed Mo Youzhu's shoulders and explained patiently: "Mo Xia, you don't have to follow me for the time being. I have something very important for you to do!"
Mo Youzhu nodded quickly, while the ring spirit held his forehead and smiled bitterly. He did not blame Su Xuan for not explaining to him what he was going to do right away, but couldn't help but said: "This little girl, is she really beaten by you?" She was fascinated. This kind of talk about coaxing children can make her stunned for a while. I really don’t know how she got to this second-level peak state. The world is so dangerous, and she can be eaten if she is not careful. No bones are left.”
Su Xuan really didn't know how Mo Youzhu, who was so easy to deceive, survived until now, but if he thought about it carefully, such a simple character could pick up a knife and kill so many people. There must be an unspeakable story. I probably won't say much about that night, and what can be truly expressed are often not the most painful memories.
It was precisely because of this that Su Xuan didn't want Mo Youzhu to get into danger with him.
Mo Youzhu blinked his eyes that had not been polluted by the world, and did not rush to ask Su Xuan what the arrangements were. He stood obediently in front of Su Xuan, without saying a word, watching quietly, brightly. Su Xuan's face was reflected in his eyes.
"Mo Nuxia, go to Yonghe Palace and help keep an eye on Sister Rong and Wen'er. Don't let anyone approach them. Just wait until I come back! I'll bring you delicious food then!"
"Is there anything better than the noodles you make?"
Su Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he responded with a gentle smile: "Of course, there are many delicious things in the world, not just the noodles I make!"
"Okay! Then I'll go to Yonghe Palace now!"
Mo Youzhu turned around and was about to leave. Su Xuan looked at the back of the man wearing thin night clothes and said softly.
"Your own safety is the most important thing!"
Mo Youzhu did not look back, but gestured with his little finger behind him. Su Xuan understood the meaning, and only children use their little fingers to make promises, but Su Xuan didn't think there was anything childish about it, and he returned the gesture with the same gesture. , regardless of whether Mo Youzhu saw it or not.
When Mo Youzhu walked away, the Ring Spirit asked: "Do you still have cooking skills?"
Su Xuan looked up at the moon, which was slightly exposed, and stepped up his pace in the northeast direction. He didn't have the internal strength or light skills to fly over the wall, but he still had a pair of legs that could keep his feet on the ground. No matter how slow he was, he could still reach his destination.
"It's just an ordinary bowl of clear noodle soup..."
The Nazgul were silent.
…
The palace is always quiet at night, but tonight there are constant footsteps, making it noisier than ever.
In an alley, three Jin Yiwei in flying fish uniforms sat facing each other. One of them took out a gourd from his pocket and shook it towards the two people opposite. The sound of the liquid colliding in the gourd aroused the taste buds of the other two. One of them swallowed his saliva and stared at Qianhu in the purple flying fish suit, not daring to ask for it.
After all, he is just a seventh-grade soldier. In the past, he would never have appeared under the eyes of a fifth-grade official like Qianhu. But now he doesn't know why. Suddenly, the commander wants someone in the palace. All Jin Yiwei are on vacation or not in the palace for other reasons.
