Ye Chong and Mo Jinghong chatted for only a few words before hastily ending the conversation.
He originally wanted to say a few more words to guide the other party not to be too persistent.
But there is no other way. This team of warriors has a mission and cannot waste time at will.
Ye Chong then took his leave, saying that he was in a hurry to go to Winter and was also in a hurry.
It is inevitable that both of them have some regrets. However, the current situation is like this, so they can only hold hands and talk for a long time in the future.
Mo Jinghong took three steps and turned back. It was obvious that he still had something to say. Ye Chong could only smile and watch the other person move away.
In the next moment, he disappeared into the nearby grass and forest and disappeared without a trace.
Dongshan.
Dongshan Hotel.
Fifth floor.
suite.
Jesse Pinkman was lying on the large sofa in the living room in a daze.
He didn't think about anything, but all kinds of things came to his mind.
"All right.
It seems that I will be using the name Jesse Pinkman for a while longer.
Although Mo Jinghong is a stubborn guy, if a person has set his goal and is not stubborn, no matter how talented he is, it will be in vain.
This aspect is somewhat similar to Zhang Mingyang.
hehe.
Why am I not like this?!
Speaking of which, the words I advised him...
In fact, in the final analysis, there is no big difference from his current practices and thoughts.
only...
Mo Jinghong is the same as Zhang Mingyang. Even though he works hard, he lacks the help of noble people.
I forcibly promoted Zhang Mingyang in Yangcheng. Shouldn't I push Mo Jinghong up here in Dongshan?
Otherwise, a good seedling will be wasted.
But then again, what about me?
Who is my noble person, Ye Chong?
Myself?
Or is it the will of God?"
In the midst of his wild thoughts, Jesse Pinkman fell into a deep sleep.
He has not had a good night's sleep since leaving Yangcheng. Especially when he was in Yanzhou, he was very exhausted in all aspects. Now that he was in a safe environment, he could just rest.
night.
Eight, nine o'clock.
Mo Jinghong hurriedly appeared at Dongshan Hotel.
He received a notice from Dongshan Martial Arts Academy, saying that an old friend was waiting for him at Dongshan Hotel.
The first thing Mo Jinghong thought of was Ye Chong.
So he couldn't wait to come, hoping to hear more advice from this old friend.
He is too eager to succeed.
And Ye Chong's success is an example for him to learn from.
After arriving at the door of the suite, Mo Jinghong knocked on the door excitedly.
Snapped!
The door opened, revealing the face of Jesse Pinkman.
"Huh?" Mo Jinghong was slightly startled, "Excuse me...is Ye Chong here?"
"I'm the only one here." Jesse Pinkman smiled, "Mo, come in, I'm looking for you."
"You are..." Mo Jinghong glanced into the room with a look of hesitation on his face.
"Jesse Pinkman, you can call me Jesse," Jesse Pinkman turned slightly, "Come in, Mo, let's go inside and talk."
"Okay." Mo Jinghong glanced back subconsciously, with a hint of regret in his eyes, but then he grinned and walked into the room.
"Mo, you don't have to worry." Jesse Pinkman closed the door and came to the living room sofa to sit down. "Dongshan Hotel is a key area of concern for the Dongshan Bureau of the Imperial Martial Arts Department. People from the Free Warrior Alliance will not come here.
You are seeking your own death."
"Haha," Mo Jinghong sat on the single sofa on one side, "Mr. Jesse knows Dongshan very well."
"Of course," Jesse Pinkman nodded, "my friends have told me many stories and people about Dongshan."
"Old Ye?" Mo Jinghong's eyes lit up, "Are you talking about Ye Chong?"
"You've mentioned him many times," Jesse Pinkman laughed. "Is he important to you?"
"He is my friend, and we just met him," Mo Jinghong smiled slightly, "Mr. Jesse suddenly appeared, and I thought I had something to do with him."
"This is not important." Jesse Pinkman looked at the other party quietly, thoughtfully, "What is important is that my friend hopes that I can help you."
"Help me?" Mo Jinghong had an incomprehensible look on his face, "How can I help?"
"Of course it's to help you take a further step in the path of martial arts." Jesse Pinkman touched his gray beard and looked at the other person with interest.
"Who is Mr. Jesse's friend? Do I know him?" Mo Jinghong then asked, "As the saying goes, no reward will be given without merit, so why are you helping me?"
"Mo, these are actually not important," Jesse Pinkman looked at the other party with a smile in his eyes, "What is important is that I can help you develop the width, depth, length, height and breadth of martial arts. Aren't you interested?
?"
"What did you say?!" Mo Jinghong looked shocked, "I have only heard about the width, depth and height of martial arts. What is length? What does breadth mean?"
"Haha, when you reach the moment of extraordinary achievement, everything will naturally become clear to you." Jesse Pinkman stroked his gray beard and smiled.
"Create something extraordinary..." Mo Jinghong murmured, "Although I have great ambitions, I have to admit that this goal is too far for me."
When he said this, Mo Jinghong suddenly looked at Jesse Pinkman: "Sir, is he an extraordinary person?"
"No, I'm not." Jesse Pinkman shook his head.
"How does that sir know so much?" Mo Jinghong's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, "How can he help me?"
"Mo, although I am not a supernatural person, I have built a bridge to the extraordinary," Jesse Pinkman continued, "If you are willing, I can tell you how to do it and help you build your own
The extraordinary bridge."
"The Extraordinary Bridge?" Mo Jinghong's eyes sparkled, "Why should Mr. Jesse help me?"
"Because the human race needs enterprising people like you to stand up and contribute to the overall revival of the human race." Jesse Pinkman continued, "Mo, you also know that the current human race is too difficult.
If the current situation continues, not only will something happen to the empire, but even the entire human race will be destroyed.
Therefore, we must allow more talents to assume more important responsibilities.
Unfortunately, Mo, you are our chosen one.
You are also very lucky, Mo, because of this opportunity, you will open up your own glorious development path in the future."
"You..." Mo Jinghong looked solemn and asked slowly, "are you referring to the imperial government, the Imperial Martial Arts Department, or... the Global Martial Arts Federation?"
"No, Mo, neither." Jesse Pinkman raised the corner of his mouth, "We come from the Leaf Bird Sect, which is an organization with the mission of reviving the human race."
"Ye Niao Men?" Mo Jinghong looked confused, "What a strange name. Is Old Ye... also in it?"
"Mo, this is not the point," Jesse Pinkman said solemnly, "I just want to ask you, are you willing to go all out for the revival of the human race?"
"Yes." Mo Jinghong's eyes flashed, "The reason why Jinghong is keen on martial arts is to strengthen himself and dedicate himself to the comprehensive rejuvenation of the human race.