Early the next morning, the three of them sat together to have breakfast, but the atmosphere between the three of them was a bit heavy. It took a long time for Zhong Mo to raise his head and ask weakly.
"You're leaving, right? Brother."
"Well, brother has his own things to do, and I can't stay with you forever. You should practice well with Mandrill, and when you are strong enough, we will have plenty of time for us to kill."
"Okay..." Zhong Mo also knew that Zhong Li couldn't stay at Wangshu Inn forever, he would have to leave sooner or later, but now he was still a little sad.
"Xiaomo." Zhongli's tone became more serious.
"I believe you will have a lot of insights after your experience. Let me ask you, why do you think you want to fight?"
Zhong Mo was silent. She carefully thought about her journey during this period, and then said.
"Brother, I believe that the essence of fighting is to protect, either to protect one's own life or to protect the lives of others. But fighting without protection is meaningless massacre."
"What do you think of friends? What is the meaning of friends?"
Zhong Mo raised his head and revealed a big smile.
"Friends are like brothers and masters. With them, Xiaomo is not alone."
"What about other than that? Xiaomo?"
Zhongli just asked Zhongmo calmly.
"Something besides friends and fighting."
Zhong Mo was silent and lowered his head for a long time, but Mandrill and Zhong Li just looked at her quietly without saying a word.
After a long time, Zhong Mo raised his head and looked at Zhong Li and said.
"Brother, Master, on the way back, I actually met an ordinary Qianyanjun. His name is Jiang Yi. He is different from Xingqiu, Chongyun and the others.
Even Xinghuo and Eco, who are also members of the Qianyan Army, are different. He does not have as much strength as they do, nor does he have the Eye of God, but the difference is that he has someone he has to save."
"Jiang Yi is very weak. A gentle sweep from the Rock Helmet King may make him unable to get up again, but he is also very strong and always fights on the front line.
He fought hard with his own life, but he couldn't get the medical expenses to treat his child, while Lord Ningguang could spend a huge amount of 20 million Mora to buy an [Empty Cup] for himself.
But Xingqiu said that Lady Ningguang had no money before. She once hawked goods at the pier of Liyue Port with bare feet, and finally had everything she has now.
Master Ningguang is right, and so is Jiang Yi, so why can there be two people with such a huge gap in this world?"
"Master, brother, I don't understand. Xingqiu also works very hard, Chongyun works very hard, Master Ningguang and Jiang Yi also work very hard, but the results of their efforts are completely different.
In addition to the different talents and opportunities of each person, are there other reasons for this? Can you tell me?
Why do different people who risk their lives to fight for the same thing, some of them may not be able to live up to what others casually squander in their lifetime?"
Zhong Li didn't answer. He just looked at Zhong Mo and said to him calmly.
"If you want to know the answer, you need to find it yourself. The answer may be unacceptable to you, or there may actually be no answer at all. So are you willing to look for this elusive answer?"
Mandrill also looked at Zhong Mo with pleased eyes at this moment.
"Xiao Mo, are you ready to wake up?"
"Well, brother, master, I want to know why this is happening. If Lord Ningguang is right and Jiang Yi is right, then the world must be wrong. I must figure out where the world is wrong."
"Well, you have such a good idea, so I can safely hand this thing over to you."
Zhongli took out a strange object floating in the air from his cave. Viewed as a whole, this object was made up of a bunch of small objects with regular geometric shapes.
The shell is a tan geometric body, with a rectangular body emitting golden light wrapped inside. Various patterns are engraved on the shell, adding a touch of mystery to it.
Zhong Mo looked at the little thing floating and spinning around it curiously, and asked curiously.
"Master, what is this?"
Zhongli stretched out his hand, and the geometric object flew into his hand. Then the assembly squirmed, began to rotate in the air, decomposed, stretched, and spliced, and finally turned into a spear.
The spear head is surrounded by an outer ring of golden light. There are two golden diamond shapes on both sides of the spear head. The barrel of the spear is gray and black, with golden lines spiraling down from the spear. The simple and regular geometry is on this spear.
This is vividly reflected on the gun.
At first glance, people can feel the simplicity and regularity of this spear that embodies the beauty of nature.
Zhongli held the spear in his hand and said to Zhong Mo: "This spear is called Guanhong. It is a divine weapon born in the hands of Emperor Yan. It has always been collected by our family as an heirloom.
Today, I will pass it on to you and hope you will not let it down."
Zhong Mo stretched out his hand and pulled out a spear. The spear was alive. As Zhong Mo's body size shrunk proportionally, Zhong Mo tried to inject elemental power into it, but he could only resonate the entire barrel of the weapon, and the head of the spear had no reaction at all.
At this time, Mandrill came over and explained to Zhong Mo: "Guanhong is a five-star weapon, which is the same level as mine and Puyuan. People who have not reached the third level of God's Eye [Transfer] are not qualified to use them."
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Of course, even if you reach the third level of God's Eye, you have only reached the minimum standard for using it, so Xiaomo, you have to work hard."
"Is that so? Just wait! Guanhong, one day I will completely master you!"
Guanhong just twirled and transformed in the air again, turning into a small star, rotating around Zhong Mo.
When Zhongli saw this, he was ready to leave with peace of mind.
"In that case, Zhong Mo will have to worry more about you during my absence, Mandrill."
"I will, Master Zhongli."
"I'm not a child anymore! Humph! I can take care of myself!"
Zhong Li squatted down and touched Zhong Mo's head: "I know, Xiao Mo, I believe you will take care of yourself."
"In this world, there will come a time when you can only rely on yourself, but before that day comes, we can be your support for the time being. So, grow up quickly, our "savior"."
Zhongli stood up and walked alone under the Wangshu Inn. This separation was just a simple farewell, not a meaningful separation. Its time was very short, and it was so short that Zhong Mo might not be able to do it in his long life in the future.
