Su Xinglan looked around with a dull expression, as if he was in a dream, unable to return to his senses for a long time.
Three months ago, he followed Xun Zhan from the main gate and traveled day and night to take up a post in the desert of the Northern Territory.
The ninety-day ordeal was so boring that it almost cost him half his life.
However, in the blink of an eye, he was back again.
Really standing in the Wuchen Fairy Palace, you can reach out and touch the floor tiles that you stepped on that day.
"really?"
For a long time, he bent over in confusion and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Gu Changxiao couldn't help laughing and said: "It's true, it's more true than pearls."
Su Xinglan knocked on the white jade floor tiles one by one and slowly walked up the stairs of the small bridge: "Why me?"
Gu Changxiao asked: "Why can't it be you?"
The man from the Su family, who had a full beard and had not taken care of it for several months, said with heavy steps: "In my opinion, showing courtesy for nothing is either adultery or theft."
"This is not a small Chinese world. Old man Xun said that the civil and military bones I have are extremely common in the fairy world. No one wants them on the typical bad streets."
"Leaving aside the Eight Hundred Immortal Realms, if we just talk about the Wuchen Immortal Realm, there are at least several thousand practitioners like me who have both civil and military skills."
"I have self-awareness, I can see myself clearly, and I can distinguish the situation clearly."
Gu Changxiao said frankly: "There are so many civil and military skills as there are countless people, how many people can cultivate the spirit of civil and military skills?"
Su Xinglan sneered: "That's what I did for fun when I had nothing to do. It has no use."
"Well, the embroidered pillow is of no use to me."
Gu Changxiao became interested and flew down from mid-air and said: "You have demoted the unparalleled civil and military talents in the world to be worthless, so I would like to ask what kind of proud talent can enter your eyes?"
"No matter how hard it goes, we have to find a middle-grade Dharma image that is higher up."
"The higher the ranking, the more outrageous it is, and the more terrifying the talent."
"Take my nephew Suning as an example. The current master of Dragon and Phoenix has his head stolen by various forces."
"Could it be that what I saw with my own eyes was fake?"
Gu Changxiao winked and said, "Compared to you, the Dragon and Phoenix Dharma is nothing worth mentioning."
"Including Jiang Changnian's Nine-legged Ice Luan and the second-ranked Yuan Zulong, all of them have to step aside."
Su Xinglan rolled his eyes, turned back angrily and said, "I'm a three-year-old child? Is it easy to deceive?"
Gu Changxiao said seriously: "What I said is the truth."
Su Xinglan flicked his fingers, and the sword energy rushed into the pool under the bridge.
The splashing circles and ripples dispersed, and the spirit fish rushed to jump out of the water.
Gu Chang smiled and said to himself: "I have been stuck in the seventh realm of Semi-Saint for ten thousand years, and I haven't been able to break through."
"In this life, there may be no hope of ascending to the sixteen great worlds."
"Half-saints are the threshold to enter the path of saints. They are also invisible shackles specially prepared for us."
"You are different. You were born a saint and have insight into destiny."
"I accept you as my disciple. You can be regarded as a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking. I have ulterior motives."
"But this intention is personal selfishness, not a bad intention to harm your life."
The corners of Su Xinglan's mouth raised, and he said without any surprise: "Continue."
Gu Changxiao lowered his posture, followed up and said: "Duan Ziqian, the ancestor of Wen Palace, cultivates a bright and righteous way, and pays attention to complying with the destiny."
"What I cultivate is a way that goes against heaven, and I fight against heaven everywhere."
"He is a writer, and the master of literature is his student."
"I am a warrior, and the warrior master will die."
"One man is a man of letters and one man is a man of war. Fire and water are incompatible."
