The news of Pei Yue's conversation with Ye Wuhen immediately spread throughout the martial arts association, shocking everyone.
In the cabinet, the chessboard was suspended in the center, and Shen Qingxiao and Elder Qiu sat opposite each other.
Shen Qingxiao sat alone on an exquisite wheelchair filled with brilliant light, his legs covered with a milky white velvet blanket.
He raised his hand, pinched a sunspot lightly with his long, slender, cold-white fingers, and landed it on the left side of the chessboard. He raised his head and said, "Grandpa Qiu, it's your turn."
"I lost." Elder Qiu said, "When it comes to chess skills, there are only a handful of people who can compare with you in three thousand lifetimes."
"Grandpa Qiu is letting off steam again." Shen Qingxiao looked at the fluttering bloody gauze outside the window and said, "Pei Yue has spoken."
"I didn't expect that I would actually see this scene in my lifetime." Elder Qiu said: "If Emperor Wu had not gone into seclusion, he would be very happy to learn about this."
"Yes, he has been waiting, waiting for Pei Yue to step out of the abyss and fight for martial arts again. I don't know how long it will take, but it should be soon." Shen Qingxiao smiled slightly. Elder Qiu asked: "Why do you want to suddenly upgrade to the Ocean of Enlightenment Test?
Three difficulties in training? The deep-sea dragon guarding the ocean of enlightenment will only appear after the trial increases by three difficulties. And now, it is still far from the time when the sea dragon was born as mentioned by Emperor Wu.
After half a year, you should know what the cost of increasing the difficulty this time is."
"Qing Xiao, why do you do this?" Elder Qiu was puzzled.
When he heard that Shen Qingxiao insisted on raising the difficulty level by three levels, he stopped him, and other senior officials of the Martial Arts Association also stopped him.
But Shen Qingxiao didn't listen to anyone's opinions. He went alone, increased the difficulty, and released the dragon that suppressed the ocean of enlightenment.
For the Martial Arts Association, raising the difficulty of the sea crossing trial is equivalent to a big day, not to mention the sudden increase in difficulty by three levels.
A day like this comes only once in a lifetime. Logically speaking, it has to be negotiated by the top martial arts officials to decide on an auspicious day.
Elder Qiu's eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelids were covered with a layer of dark cloth.
He sat upright in the chair, straightening his back.
Just his gray eyebrows were twisted.
He still didn't understand why Shen Qingxiao did this.
Emperor Wu once said that Shen Qingxiao was a talented general and prime minister, and he recognized that Shen Qingxiao was highly valued and cultivated.
Shen Qingxiao has always had a gentle temperament and is well-known in the Martial Arts Association for his good temper. He is also very smart, mature and prudent in his actions.
This is the first time Shen Qingxiao has acted impulsively in the Martial Arts Association.
Shen Qingxiao did not rush to answer Elder Qiu's words. He looked into the distance and pursed his thin lips slightly.
After a long while, Shen Qingxiao said: "I'm trying to find a way."
"What way?"
"The way home."
"Go home?" Elder Qiu became even more confused.
As far as he knew, Shen Qingxiao's family was gone long ago. He was alone, so what kind of family could he have?
and……
"What does the journey home have to do with Hai Long?" Elder Qiu asked.
Shen Qingxiao closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he pursed his lips and subconsciously grabbed some sleeves.
"Grandpa Qiu, I will not harm the Martial Arts Association. I was indeed impulsive about this matter, but please believe me, Grandpa Qiu, I have my reasons."
"Grandpa Qiu, Qing Xiao has no way to tell you what the root cause is right now. Please believe me, okay?"
Shen Qingxiao's sword eyes are sincere, dark and pure.
Elder Qiu was silent for a long time, then sighed and replied: "Okay."
He could no longer understand this gentle young man, or rather, he had never understood him before.
Shen Qingxiao glanced sideways, his eyes wandering, looking towards a certain place.
That place is the dungeon of the Martial Arts Association.
In the first level of the dungeon, Qing Ge, the children, Pei Yue and others said hello and suddenly felt sleepy and returned to the small room.
She was holding a pot of wine and was drinking happily while leaning on the bamboo bed.
Not long after, Luo Cheng opened the bamboo door and walked in. He smelled the aroma of wine and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
He pretended to be reserved and calm, crossed his arms across his chest, raised his chin slightly, and pointed his nostrils at the song, pretending not to care.
But Luo Cheng's eyes always wandered towards Qingge and the wine bottle in her hand.
He had never smelled such a fragrant wine.
Luo Cheng couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Qingge seemed to notice that Luo Cheng was not tempted by the aroma of wine. A cunning look flashed across his eyes. He raised his head and took another sip of wine.
This time, the wine passed her lips. Under her special care, the strong wine slid down along the lip line and flowed from the chin.
The strong aroma of spirits spread again, everywhere, permeating the extremely small Yuanshi room. Luo Cheng's Adam's apple rolled and he stared straight-eyed. Even though his reason told him to be patient, he still couldn't help but open the door.
He opened his mouth and asked: "What kind of wine is this? I have tasted countless wines and drank famous wines from various places, but I have never smelled something like this."
The aroma of wine.”
"Rich wine." Qingge said, "An old friend brewed it, and I gave it the name."
Qingge specifically focused on the last sentence.
How could a non-elegant person come up with such a connotative name?
While Qing Ge was feeling complacent, Luo Cheng had a look of disgust on his face.
It's a pity that such a delicious wine was ruined by a very tacky name.
But seeing the young man's triumphant look, Luo Cheng really couldn't bear to attack him.
It's just... this kid doesn't know how to read people's emotions? We've already talked about this and you didn't even give him a glass of wine?
Luo Cheng's face became increasingly ugly, and he seemed to be gritting his teeth.
The young man had an innocent face, an innocent expression, and a childish look, and asked: "Uncle Luo, what's wrong with you? You don't look very happy."
Luo Cheng: "..."
Luo Cheng shook his sleeves.
He is a great master and would not put down his dignity to ask for a drink.
Even though the aroma of fine wine penetrates into the bones, it makes one's heart tremble.
The young man looked at Luo Cheng's back as he turned around. He looked tall and majestic.
Qing Ge curled her lips and smiled.
Uncle Luo is a little moody.
"Uncle Luo, do you want a drink?" the young man asked.
Luo Cheng was very courageous: "No." He didn't even look back.
"Are you really not going to drink?" Qingge turned her wrist slightly and tilted the filled wine glass a little, "Then let me pour this glass of wine." With a "pop", Luo Cheng came quickly like a bolt of lightning.
When he arrived in front of Qingge, he took the white jade wine glass in Qingge's hands with lightning speed, and took hold of it as if it were a treasure.
In arms.
Luo Cheng glared at Qing Ge indignantly and said in a fierce tone: "You brat, how can you be willing to pour such good wine? You are so young, you know how to waste good things." Qing Ge: "..."