The first thousand and fifty-fifth chapters walk the road of others' life in two months
"In a word, wherever you feel you are lacking, go and learn how to make up for it."
Checking for omissions and filling them up is what Qin Xuan needs to do in the past two months. He really knows too little about Shanhaiguan. There are eighty-one types of Shanhaiguan, and Qin Xuan may not be able to handle even six or seven of them.
Understand.
Even among the old soldiers, the only one Qin Xuan had really seen was the red-clad Baojia who came out to stand in front of the court.
But this is only one of the eight branches of Gejiubing, and it is really insignificant compared with the breadth and depth of the entire Gejiubing system.
Therefore, Qin Xuan has indeed learned something this time.
"Then," Qin Xuan asked, "how can I pass the test?"
Qin Xuan knew that this was another teaching arrangement arranged by Feng Xiran for him. Since it was teaching, there would definitely be an exam, so Qin Xuan wanted to know what kind of exam questions Feng Xiran had prepared for him.
"I've already given the question."
Feng Xiran said: "The exam is scheduled to be on the last day of the Kunlun Spring Festival, the New Year's Eve of the Demon Painter. You will know then."
"Dong dong."
"Coming!"
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Qin Xuan hurried over. Soon, Shi Qingmeng walked in with a smile: "Brother Xuan, I'm here to find you."
As soon as she entered the door, Shi Qingmeng took out a large bag of tea and wanted to share it with Qin Xuan.
"this..."
Qin Xuan: "Not going?"
"Why are you going so early?"
Shi Qingmeng said carelessly: "Let's drink together, I brought it here specially."
Shi Qingmeng especially likes to drink tea, and also likes to collect all kinds of tea leaves. In order to get more and better tea leaves, Shi Qingmeng even ran through all kinds of desperate situations and passed through countless natural chasms.
"Sister Qingmeng..."
"Drink, drink, drink."
Shi Qingmeng looked at Qin Xuan with watery eyes: "Let's drink together."
Helpless, Qin Xuan had no choice but to ask Sister Tu to fetch snow from the Snowy Mountains, and then use it to make tea for Shi Qingmeng.
"Hoo, ho, rustle."
"Haa~~"
Looking at Shi Qingmeng who was drinking tea on the sofa with a comfortable expression, Qin Xuan was a little confused about the situation.
"Drink, drink, it tastes good."
Shi Qingmeng smiled and invited Qin Xuan to drink tea. She was silly, cute, white and sweet, and she was really sweet. She had a very gentle personality and was very enthusiastic towards Qin Xuan, but sometimes she couldn't distinguish the situation and seemed a bit silly.
Of course, at critical moments, Shi Qingmeng was still very reliable. Qin Xuan had never doubted this.
"Swish, rustle."
Qin Xuan also took a sip and frowned slightly: "It tastes good."
Although she didn't want to admit it, the tea Shi Qingmeng brought was indeed delicious. It was not ordinary tea, but a very rare foreign substance that was suitable for soaking in water.
"Really?"
Shi Qingmeng smiled and continued drinking, but if she was allowed to drink like this, she would probably be able to drink it in two months.
Except when she is serious, Shi Qingmeng has this lazy and leisurely attitude every day. Qin Xuan wanted to say a few words, but who would have thought, Shi Qingmeng said: "Brother Xuan, you are too impatient. You are not being ignored."
The horse is driving forward. Although everyone says that I am not very reliable, as a junior high school pastor, I can still see some of the conditions of some students."
"Maybe your body has relaxed, but your mind," Shi Qingmeng smiled slightly at Qin Xuan, "is getting more and more anxious."
"Are you afraid of something?"
Qin Xuan was stunned. He wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
"The Kunlun area is my hometown, and I know the situation there very well." At this point, Shi Qingmeng's voice paused, and she was seen holding tea and taking a sip: "But in your current state
, I guess no Shanhaiguan would trust you with his true skills."
"Why?"
Qin Xuan's voice was not loud. He sat quietly opposite Shi Qingmeng, just sitting like this.
For a moment, there was some silence in the living room.
"Two months."
Shi Qingmeng put down the tea cup: "How much do you think you can learn in two months?"
Qin Xuan couldn't answer this question. Sister Tu and Feng Xiran said that he was very talented, but Qin Xuan didn't know how talented he was.
Just as Shi Qingmeng said, Qin Xuan's body seemed to be relaxed during the three days in Shenluo Dongdu. In fact, he was just drinking to relieve his sorrow. However, his spirit did not really let go and remained tense all the time.
.
Why?
Because of expectations, because too many people are expecting him to become stronger and do things that suit his status.
But what is his identity?
The son of the emperor of the Qin family? Or the emperor came to the world?
No, it's not just that simple!
Is the protagonist!
Everyone regards him as the protagonist, as the protagonist that this era and this world should be.
As the protagonist, Qin Xuan should be mentally tough and talented, and should have the perception and ideological realm of an eighty-seven-year-old at the age of seventeen or eighteen.
He should be very powerful, powerful enough for everyone to look up to.
But this is not what Qin Xuan is struggling with. What he is really struggling with is a question deep in his heart: 'Am I really that powerful?'
Qin Xuan is actually very nervous and stressed, because he doesn't want to do nothing, he really wants to respond to those who have expectations of him and are willing to call him Emperor, Your Majesty!
But what if it can’t be done?
What would he do if he went to the Kunlun region and couldn't learn anything and couldn't follow any path?
What Shanhaiguan? He has lived his whole life, and he just heard about it recently!
Before this, no one told him that he had a huge responsibility. He had to shoulder the inheritance of the demon painter civilization, and even the entire Chinese civilization and empire!
"I've heard everything about you."
As a school pastor, if you want to educate someone, you must first understand him. Shi Qingmeng already has a full understanding of Qin Xuan, so now...
"You are not a child of the aristocracy who was raised from a young age. You do not have the elegance and pride they have in your bones."
Shi Qingmeng stretched out her hands, and then gently held Qin Xuan's hands: "You are just a nouveau riche, you want to get what you have never gotten, and you want to prove what you have never proven."
"You want to go to Kunlun? You can do it now."
Shi Qingmeng was like a big sister, teaching Qin Xuan carefully: "But it is difficult to get out of Kunlun."
"Many people began to accept the inheritance of Shanhaiguan from a very young age," Shi Qingmeng said, "for ten, twenty, or even thirty years, they still failed to truly understand the true meaning of Shanhaiguan."
"Two months is really a short time."
Shi Qingmeng: "For ordinary people, even if they can understand all the mountain and sea officials in the Kunlun region one by one, time is tight, and learning them is even more impossible..."