This man's hair is silver-white, untied and hanging straight down to his knees. His eyes are as clear as the sea and his face is as bright as the sea. Within his silver hair are two ears like smoke.
"Xiao Ling, can you stop squatting on a branch every time you come to see me?"
Under the shade of the tree, there sat a young man in white clothes, with the same smoke-like ears, a sky-blue robe, and a jade pendant unique to Shengjintang tied around his waist.
There is a stone table under the shade of the tree. On the stone table, a chessboard is carved with vermilion lines, and black and white chess pieces are distributed on the chessboard.
This man from the sea tribe named Fan Xi is sitting on a stone stool, playing chess with himself.
"Because we are a sea tribe. All sea tribes live in the sea. There are never big trees or sunlight. Do you have any objections to me basking in the sun on the top of a tree?"
Xiaoling was leaning on the top of the tree, pointing to her chin with one hand, but her eyes drifted to the west.
He saw an acquaintance.
Moreover, the acquaintance didn't recognize him, and he even took something away from him for free.
Xiaoling took out a palm-sized carving of a waxing moon glowing with purple light from her waist, placed it in the palm of her hand and played with it carefully.
The girl named "Luo" seems to have a partner, and her partner is Xuanyuan Yu, one of the Nine Saint Cultivators.
"We are fish, and fish need water; we are not birds, flying to the top of trees to bask in the sun." Fan Xi couldn't help complaining, "The truth is to pry open your head and see what's inside."
Xiaoling lowered her head and said to Fan Xi: "You still have the nerve to tell me, why don't you join the Holy Water Hall if you like water? Why should you join the Holy Gold Hall? I don't have anyone to chat with, and why?
I have to go out of my way to find you."
"The Holy Golden Hall is the largest hall of the Holy Academy. Neptune asked us to learn the highest magic in the world, so naturally we have to enter the Holy Golden Hall." Fan Xi answered without thinking.
"What kind of supreme magic in the world?" Xiao Ling sneered, "It's really far behind the art of singing the moon of our sea tribe."
Fan Xi shook his head and said: "That's because we haven't been able to approach the abyss of martial arts yet."
Xiaoling rolled her eyes. He didn't like hearing Fan Xi say these nonsense.
He is too lazy to care about Neptune's orders, and he has no interest in the martial arts abyss. He came to the world just to play.
Talking about fun——
Xiaoling lowered her head and looked at the stone carving in her hand. The scene of the girl named "Luo" cuddling with Xuanyuan Yu and walking towards the male disciple's bedside appeared in her mind.
"Hey, Fan Xi."
"Um?"
"What kind of person is Xuanyuan Yu?"
"Xuanyuan Yu is the leader of the Nine Saint Cultivators, the most outstanding second-generation disciple, and the crown prince of the Jialan Empire in the human world." Fan Xi gave birth to a son.
"The best?" Xiaoling was stunned, with a displeased expression on her face. She jumped from the top of the tree and sat down on the stone bench opposite Fan Xi, "What about me? I am also the second generation.
Disciple, why am I not the best?"
Fan Xi raised his head, with a very helpless expression on his face, and said: "You play all day long, never do tasks, and never challenge anyone, so your ranking is naturally very low."
Xiaoling's expression became solemn and she asked, "How low?"
Fan Xi frowned slightly, holding the white piece in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Very low."