Although he did fall into a coma later that day, Sun Wu still cannot forget what happened before.
That man is only in the second level of the Dao Realm, and has not even grasped the true "Tao". How can he achieve a clear mind?
But just such a person was able to turn the tide, suppress the earth's water and sky stones, and break through things that even the Fulong lineage had never imagined.
Who is this person? Did he get involved unintentionally, or did someone set up a special arrangement? This is Sun Wu's problem, and Sun Wu thought hard to no avail.
Sun Wu could only shake his head to dispel the boredom at the moment.
There are too many problems before us, ranging from the future direction of the sect to justice and evil in the world. But they are as small as where to stay tonight, whether to eat spicy food or drink sour soup?
Sun Wu is such a troubled person, but when serious things happen, Sun Wu will be extremely decisive.
His master once commented on Sun Wu that in prosperous times, peace will prevail, but in troubled times, he will stand firm.
Sun Wu didn't know the deeper meaning of this sentence, whether it was a commendation or a criticism.
Sun Wu didn't ask, and the master didn't say anything.
Sun Wu stood on a peak in the Fulong Mountains. Only when you climb higher can you see far.
He glanced in the direction he came from last night.
He turned around and sighed: "The girl has never touched her hands. She is already thirty. Forget it, just drink a bowl of sour soup."
Stride forward, the sun has not yet set.
Crossing the Fulong Mountains and arriving at Jiannan Road, heading north means getting closer and closer to Guanju's family.
However, Guan Ju's mood was not very good. Even Zhao Qianshu could see it, let alone Wang Luo.
Zhu Yelang made an excuse, got off the carriage and walked all the way, in the name of taking Zhao Qianshu to exercise his muscles, otherwise it would be even harder to deal with the difficulties ahead.
Zhao Qianshu kept shouting, "I, Zhao Qianshu, are invincible in the world, so don't worry about such trivial matters as tempering your muscles and bones."
Zhu Yelang passed by with a slap.
The carriage bumped all the way, and Guan Ju stared at the scenery outside the window without saying anything.
Wang Luo rubbed one hand vigorously and hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to speak. The key was to prescribe the right medicine, as he didn't know what the other person's condition was.
"Guan Ju, we're going to be home soon. Why do you look so unhappy?" Wang Luo said after thinking.
Guan Ju turned around and looked at Wang Luo, staring at him for a long time without saying anything.
Wang Luo touched his face in embarrassment: "Is there something?"
Guan Ju smiled and shook his head: "Xiao Wangluo, I have a question to ask you."
"you say."
"If, ha, I mean if one day, if I am no longer here, what will you do?"
As soon as Wang Luo obeyed, he slapped Daguan Ju on the mouth repeatedly: "It's bad luck, bad luck, bad luck. How could you be gone? You are young, beautiful as a flower, and full of vitality. How could you be gone?"
That’s nonsense.”
Guan Ju then laughed and slapped his mouth again and again: "I was just making a metaphor."
"No, Sister Guan Ju, if you don't live to be more than a hundred years old, it's because God has no eyes for it."
Guan Ju's face improved a lot at this time, and his face became rosy: "Then if one day I go to another place, you will never see me in this life, but I want to see you again. What will you do?