Ma Long was startled. He didn't expect Mr. Han to make this request. He didn't know how to answer for a while. After thinking about it, he had to ask again:
"What are you going to do in the capital?"
Old Man Han saw that there were many people talking at the entrance of the school, so he took Ma Long to a corner of the entrance, and then spoke again:
"Xiao Ma, we don't have any outsiders, so I'll tell you the truth." Mr. Han said mysteriously, "Although I don't know your life experience, I can see that you are not an ordinary person. I came to see you this time.
I went to the capital just to let you meet the same kind of people. How about it? Are you interested?"
"Same kind?" Ma Long's first reaction was cultivators or people with superpowers, but as the capital of China, there were quite a few cultivators gathered there. When Mr. Han said this, Ma Long felt a little yearning in his heart.
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Since practicing till now, Ma Long has seen only a handful of the same kind, the so-called cultivators, and even fewer who can be called friends. The Angel Sword Qingling he saw last time was the one he saw for three days.
The most powerful practitioner he has ever seen and the one whose strength is most difficult to estimate. The Julian he met a few days ago is the most powerful Western high-powered person he has ever seen. But these two people are both enemies and friends with Ma Long.
, the two are not mutually exclusive. Ma Long longed to find someone to guide him on the journey of cultivation, but there was no one.
Seeing that Ma Long hesitated but did not say "no" clearly, Mr. Han continued to guide.
"It's better to have many friends than enemies, and you might be able to help at some point. You cultivators are treated as guests in all the major families in the capital. You should communicate more with each other when you run into trouble.
, all talents can lend a hand.”
These words of Mr. Han touched some of Ma Long's thoughts. Although he is getting higher and higher now, he feels more and more insignificant, especially when he meets practitioners or people with powers who are stronger than him.
, Ma Long always felt that he was unable to do what he wanted, and when he wanted to find someone for help, he didn't know who to call. To put it bluntly, he had too few connections in the circle of practitioners, and even a phone call from Feng Lingxue was not as effective as Feng Lingxue's.
Ma Long understood that no matter how powerful he was, he would eventually be outnumbered. Just like the Francis family, although they were defeated by him again and again, they could come back again and again, causing him a lot of trouble. To put it bluntly, people like this
Such a big family is firstly rich and powerful, and secondly, it has wide connections. Whether they are practitioners from the East or people with supernatural powers from the West, they can be found by others. But here, I can only be passively beaten.
If it weren't for the reconciliation with the people of Tianzhu some time ago, my current situation would be really not optimistic.
Ma Long has a lot of unique skills, so of course there is no problem, but if a crisis comes to Shen Bingbing and others, he is afraid that he will not be able to take care of them.
Therefore, after the crisis some time ago, Ma Long thought about his future life and development. The first is to improve his own strength. Strength can not only protect himself, but also win the respect of others. The second is to make friends with fellow practitioners.
If you are a friend who is in trouble, you don’t have to worry about him blindly.
Now Mr. Han's invitation is indeed a good opportunity for Ma Long.
"Mr. Han, I don't understand something." Ma Long came to his senses and asked, "Why did you come to me?"
"It's like this." Old Man Han sighed and said, "I have such a group of friends in the capital. Everyone is old and retired and has nothing to do. They just like to make friends with cultivators like you, and they are all involved.
I want to live a few more years even if I am immortal. But the year before last, a life-and-death friend I made ascended to heaven. Since then, there has been no such person around me."
Ascension!? After Ma Long heard this word, he was very curious, but he did not interrupt the old man's narration and continued to listen patiently.
"At the end of every year, we have some gatherings, and we always bring the master monks we know to attend. But it feels boring to see the practitioners around others winning applause frequently, but there are no such people around me.
I'm hiding here in the South China Sea to retire. No, you can't hide. Last year I didn't attend because I wasn't feeling well, so this year the invitation was sent out again. It just so happens that I get to know you this year, so, hehe..."
Ma Long finally understood. It turned out that the desire to compare was at work. Ma Long had long seen that Mr. Han was not an ordinary retired old man. At their age and status, compared with money and power? I'm afraid he was tired of it. It seemed that they had more
Only by comparing them with any senior person behind them can they feel more respectable.
"I'm afraid that my little skills are not as good as those of the experts in the capital." Ma Long said frankly. He also has self-awareness. In the eyes of ordinary people, his level is a superman, but in the eyes of real practitioners, I am afraid that he is not.
Getting started.
Mr. Han waved his hand: "No, the key is that you are young. To have such a level at such a young age will definitely surprise them. The old men they know may not have your level at your age. If you were
If you have any doubts about cultivation, you can ask them for advice."
In response to Mr. Han's last words just now, "Ask them for advice," Ma Long had to go to the capital. Indeed, he still had many questions that he couldn't understand. As the questions became more and more unfathomable, many of them even Yaoyao couldn't figure out.
clear.
"Okay, I promise you." Ma Long nodded in agreement, "I will prepare in advance when to go."
"The sooner the better." Mr. Han seemed a little impatient, "I have booked a flight ticket for tomorrow night. Look..."
Ma Long didn't expect that Mr. Han had even booked a flight ticket. It seemed that his trip was inevitable. "Okay, tomorrow is tomorrow. I'm free at any time."
Old Han handed the booked ticket to Ma Long, chatted with Ma Long for a few more words, then turned around and left happily.
Ma Long returned to the school and explained to Fan Yong and the others that he was going to the capital in about half a month, so the school would leave it to them. Then he told Yaoyao to protect her at home.
Shen Bingbing et al.
"When I'm not at home these days, you are the most powerful person at home. You have to shoulder the responsibility of protecting everyone." Although there are no enemies on the surface now, Ma Long still dare not relax. "If there is any crisis,
, call me right away.”
Yaoyao nodded solemnly: "Okay, leave it all to me, and be more careful yourself."
Xiao Ling didn't come out of the campus until school was about to end at noon, and it was rare that there were no followers around her.
"Why are those boys willing to leave you?" Ma Long looked back and saw no one chasing him, which felt very strange.
"I know the teaching building very well, so I just found an opportunity to sneak out. If I said I wanted to leave, they would definitely refuse, so I had to resort to this strategy."
Ma Long said with a smile: "Isn't it good to be popular? Why don't you stay? Everyone hopes you can come back."
Xiao Ling looked at Ma Long, then shook his head with a wry smile: "You forgot, I still have Lin Yanyan with me. I have to take her back to the capital. The plane will take off tomorrow night."
Tomorrow night, Beijing!? These two keywords made Ma Long startled. Then he took out the ticket that Mr. Han gave him, handed it to Xiao Ling, and asked: "Look, are we on the same flight?"
Xiao Ling dubiously took the ticket and looked at it, and was stunned. She thought to herself, it couldn't be such a coincidence, they were really on the same plane!
