Under the setting sun, Luo Yi and Qi Lingwu walked slowly on the streets of the busy city.
Qi Lingwu looked around curiously. After all, Shaotian City was the capital of the Tyrant Dynasty. Its liveliness and prosperity were incomparable to other cities.
Luo Yi asked casually: "Xiao Qi, what kind of person do you want to be in the future?"
Qi Lingwu scratched his head. He gently touched the wooden knife on his waist, and he seemed to have the answer in his heart.
"I want to be a hero like my father!"
"Ride the wildest horse, drink the strongest wine, and use the fastest knife!"
Mentioning his father, the brilliance in young Qi Lingwu's eyes was comparable to the sun and moon.
Luo Yi said with a gentle voice: "But you may have to endure a lot of hardship."
Qi Lingwu clenched his small hands into fists, "I'm not afraid of hardship!"
"My father said that the hardships a man has endured will become the sweetness in his family's ordinary life."
"I want my mother to live a good life, and I want to be a hero like my father!"
Luo Yi lowered his head slightly and glanced at Qi Lingwu. He smiled and said, "I finally know why your father insisted on me accepting you as my adopted son."
Qi Lingwu also turned to look at Luo Yi.
Luo Yi smiled and said: "When I was your age, I had just entered the imperial city, and I said similar words."
Luo Yi wanted to reach out and rub the young man's head, but his hand suddenly stopped, and then gently patted the young man's shoulder.
Luo Yi was silent for a long time, then slowly squatted down and looked at Qi Lingwu: "There is something I want to tell you."
Qi Lingwu asked: "Is it about my father?"
"Yeah." Luo Yi nodded lightly.
"Your father died in the battle."
"I know."
"He died for me."
Qi Lingwu just looked at Luo Yi without saying a word, just nodded.
The young man was silent for a while, scratched his head, and said to Luo Yi seriously: "My father said that he would live for me and die for the Wuling Cavalry."
"If one day he dies on horseback, that is the best destination for him."
This time it was Luo Yi's turn to remain silent for a long time.
After a while, Luo Yi slowly stood up. He didn't say anything, but just kept walking with Qi Lingwu.
The two of them traveled all the way through the entire Skyshaking City.
Until the sunset gradually faded, and the moonlight enveloped the entire Sky-Shaking City.
When the moonlight shone on Luo Yi and the young man Qi Lingwu, they happened to arrive at the head of the city.
Luo Yi reached out and gently put his hand on Qi Lingwu's shoulder, "Stand still."
The next moment, the two people suddenly appeared outside the city.
Qi Lingwu staggered, his eyes widened with disbelief.
Three sticks of incense suddenly appeared in Luo Yi's hand. There were no portraits, no altars, no incense burners in front of the two of them, only heaven and earth.
Luo Yi burned incense, faced somewhere, and bowed three times.
Then, Luo Yi reached out and took out three sticks of incense and handed them to the young man Qi Lingwu.
"Xiao Qi, offer incense to your master."
Qi Lingwu solemnly took the three sticks of incense with a small face, and then followed Luo Yi's example, respecting heaven, earth, and master.
After burning the incense, Qi Lingwu turned to look at Luo Yi.
The young man knelt on his knees and bowed to Luo Yi.
Three bows and nine kowtows.
Luo Yi straightened his clothes, and then gently stroked Qi Lingwu's forehead with his thumb.
"From today on, Qi Lingwu is my founding disciple, Luo Yi."
"He is also the third generation disciple of my swallowing lineage."
As soon as he finished speaking, a mysterious destiny seemed to come from outside the sky and suddenly poured into the young man's body.
Qi Lingwu kowtowed heavily, and although his voice was a little childish, it was extremely solemn: "Disciple Qi Lingwu, kowtow to the master!"
Luo Yi's face was full of smiles. He helped the young man get up. After thinking for a while, he just said softly: "Let's go for a walk with Master."
One large and one small, one master and one apprentice, walked slowly back to Shaking Heaven City.
The two walked side by side on the street.
The moonlight shone on the faces of the master and the apprentice.
The young man Qi Lingwu quietly turned his head and glanced up at Luo Yi's side face.
This picture seems to be permanently fixed under the moonlight.
Several years later, it was still a city in the Northern Territory, but that majestic city was no longer called Shaotian, but had another name.
There was smoke everywhere outside the city, and the sky was stained with blood.
But this majestic city remained motionless.
Just because there was a young man in the city with a wooden sword hanging on his waist.
He stood at the top of the city and no one dared to attack.
That young man's name was Qi Lingwu.
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January is fleeting.
It was rare for Luo Yi to spend a peaceful day.
The Luo Dynasty and the Tyrant Dynasty have been making constant moves in the past few days, but they are all arranging the Dongxuan Competition.
It only says that guest check-in, tea parties, daily sightseeing, etc. are all university knowledge.
For the first time, the two dynasties did not have any differences. Instead, they each sent a lot of manpower to build a gorgeous city in a beautiful place on the edge of the Eternal Secret Realm.
Of course, if this city is to be completely completed, it will probably take another month.
Now there are only two months left before the Dongxuan Competition.
During this month, Luo Yi not only helped young Qi Lingwu to exercise his body, but also practiced quietly.
The master and apprentice rarely appeared in this palace, and spent most of their time in the Tower of the Dead.
It is worth mentioning that the nine Fusion Realm followers in the tower were finally able to see the light of day again.
And the moment they left the tower, several people broke through.
Some even break through the divine sea directly! After all, after being trapped in the tower for so many years, breaking out was a matter of course.
Luo Yi once asked the nine people where they wanted to go, but after being trapped in the city lord's mansion of the Tower of the Dead for so long, things and people in the outside world had already changed. Even if they left, where could they go?
The nine people simply stayed here, and these nine people undoubtedly became Luo Yi's powerful trump card.
If you give them some more time, I believe that one of the nine will be able to break through the shackles of the Return to Void Realm!
The young man Qi Lingwu and the three young men in the tower soon became close.
In fact, in terms of qualifications alone, there is still a big gap between Qi Lingwu and the three young men in the tower.
But Luo Yi didn't take this to heart at all.
I have the Tiantian lineage. When did I ever pay attention to qualifications?
If we really want to talk about qualifications, Luo Yi's qualifications as a master are just that.
Otherwise, after studying the formation for so long, we would still be able to only deploy the first-level formation.
Turning over and over, it was just the fire formation and the earth wall.
It can't compare to Makura's natural Taoist body, nor can it compare to the Chiyang Sword Sect's Jian Guming.
Compared with Ren Piaomiao?
Luo Yi himself was embarrassed.
But Luo Yi still made it this far and is still smiling.
On this day, Luo Yi punched the young Qi Lingwu until he was covered in blood and passed out.
The young man's physical foundation is not good, but it is not bad either. After Luo Yi's tempering in the past month, he has initially entered the realm of body casting.
Similarly, this month, the young man has suffered a lot.
Every time I exercise my body, I almost always return fainted.
The boy's mother, Tang Jin, cried every time she saw him, and later she simply did not dare to visit him again.
Hongyan would prepare a large wooden bucket every time, filled with half a bucket of hot water, and the water was soaked with various rare herbs collected from Jingtian Pavilion. Of course, Luo Yi paid for it.
It’s just that the Jing Pavilion Master doesn’t want it, what can I do?
