Chapter 4 The joys and sorrows of people are not the same
In the hazy sea fog, Wang Xiao stood at the very front of the warship deck, his hands holding the railing shaking slightly.
He is not only the deputy leader of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Corps, but also a retainer of the Xu Zihuang family. These former soldiers of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Corps who defected with him are direct descendants of the Xu Zihuang family.
A young man who looked to be no more than thirty years old walked from the cabin to the deck and came quietly behind Wang Xiao. His figure was relatively slender, with a feminine and delicate face. If it weren't for the throat,
With obvious masculine characteristics, he could easily be mistaken for a woman at first glance.
His long black hair was meticulously combed and spread over his shoulders, giving him the air of a handsome gentleman. Different from the soldiers of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Group, he was not wearing a deep purple dragon-patterned armor, but a luxurious suit.
white soul master robe.
The young man took a few steps forward and leaned against the railing side by side with Wang Yao. The deep black eyes followed Wang Yao's eyes as he looked toward the dim sea in the distance.
"Uncle Wang."
"Yao Yang, actually you don't have to come with us. If the matter is exposed, you will have to live a life of escape like us. I'm afraid your family's thousand-year-old title will also be taken away." Wang Yao still looked at it.
Staring at the distant sea, a pair of majestic tiger eyes rarely contained some other emotions.
Yao Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head, but his tone was extremely firm.
"If it hadn't been for the prince and you, I wouldn't be alive today, and the family bloodline would be cut off in my generation, let alone the hereditary title. If you want to flee, just flee. I have already lived such a stable life.
I'm tired of it. I will never repay the kindness of the Prince in my life, and now I am rescuing his only heir. If I just sit back and do nothing, I really can't get over myself."
"If you succeed in rescuing the young master this time, I'm afraid your identity as Viscount Yuenan can't be abandoned like this."
A trace of reminiscence flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and he was not surprised by Yao Yang's attitude. He chuckled inexplicably and patted her shoulder.
Yaoyang's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.
"Uncle Wang, do you agree with my previous proposal?"
"We will wait until the young master is rescued."
Wang Xiao waved his hand and did not give a positive answer. Then he turned around and came to the soldiers who were already ready to go.
Meng Cang, who had been seriously injured before, was among them. Under the treatment of the healing soul master, the trauma on his body had basically healed. But after suffering such a trauma, it was impossible to recover in an instant.
Wang Yao glanced at Meng Cang coldly, but kicked him out of the team.
Among the soldiers of the former Emperor's Dragon Soul Mentor Corps, Wang Yao was obviously very prestigious. The entire deck was silent. Meng Cang opened his mouth to say something, but finally closed his mouth.
Wang Yan selected five more people from the team to stay on the warship with Meng Cang. Without saying much, he jumped directly from the deck to the sea with a wave of his hand.
Yaoyang and a group of more than 40 soldiers from the former Emperor's Dragon Soul Instructor Group followed closely behind, and the light of soul power flickered continuously in the darkness.
One after another, small boats were taken out of the soul guide and floated on the sea one after another.
This kind of boat is extremely strange. It has no sails and a long and narrow hull. There are only three seats on each boat.
To be precise, this kind of boat can be regarded as a third-level soul guide. Each boat has a third-level propulsion core array engraved inside it. As long as the soul power is injected, it can maintain high speed sailing.
Everyone alternately injected their soul power into it to ensure that their soul power was at its peak, and at the same time, they kept the queue moving towards the vaguely silhouetted island in the distance.
Yao Yang, who was on the same boat as Wang Yan, suddenly changed. His long black hair drifted in the wind, and his original feminine temperament became extremely cold. His whole body became illusory and turned into a dark shadow. , thick black mist rose from beneath the feet. The black eyes also turned into blood red.
Very weird.
One yellow, three purple, three black, seven soul rings that exceeded the ratio of ordinary soul masters rose up from his feet one after another. He looked like he was less than thirty years old, but he was already a powerful soul saint level.
While the fifth black soul ring was shining, he said in a deep voice to everyone: "Be careful not to leave the range of my fifth soul skill."
Before he finished speaking, the soldiers and the boats beneath them disappeared on the sea one after another. It was as if the previous scene had never happened.
Meng Cang showed unwillingness and punched the deck hard, looking annoyed.
Among the soldiers left on the warship, a young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old quickly knelt down and helped Meng Cang up. His honest face, which was very similar to Meng Cang's, showed some dissatisfaction.
"Father, you have obviously made great achievements this time. It is really unfair for the division commander to treat you like this."
The dissatisfaction is not only for his father, but also for himself.
He originally wanted to show off his talents, but his first mission when he joined the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Group ended up like this. It was impossible to say that he had no emotions in his heart.
Hearing his son Meng Lang's words, Meng Cang wiped away the annoyance on his face. He raised his head with wide eyes, rounded his right arm and slapped his son hard.
"Bang, bang, bang--" Meng Lang was slapped dozens of meters and knocked down to the deck. He bounced three times in succession. His body and the fine iron guardrail were closely connected together. One can imagine how powerful this slap was. Heavy.
"You bastard!" Meng Cang's chest heaved with anger. His previous injuries were all affected, and he coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
Meng Lang endured the burning pain on his cheeks and body, looked at his furious father, and lowered his head in fear and grievance.
After a long time to recover, Meng Cang covered his forehead and sighed to Meng Lang: "Have you not noticed that except for the veterans, all the division leaders left behind have soul powers that have not exceeded level 50?! Your soul power is only level 40! , and you didn’t even get the fourth soul ring, what can you do if you go with it?! It’s just a burden. There are two soul engineer groups there, and the Xihai Soul Engineer Group is not as good as us. The Imperial Dragon Soul Tutor Group is one of the few elite soul tutor groups in the Sun and Moon Empire."
"Forget it, Lao Meng, Meng Lang is just a little young and energetic. Weren't we the same way back then?"
The other five soldiers who were left behind were all older. One of them quickly smoothed things over and came to Meng Lang's side to help him up. It was Lao Cheng.
"Lao Cheng, don't speak for this bastard."
Meng Cang'e still looked at Meng Lang with a fierce look, but seeing his old brothers who had been born and died for decades come forward, it was hard to get angry again.
Meng Lang stood up and touched his swollen cheek, his face full of resentment.
His character is simple and honest, but it does not mean that he is stupid. At this time, he naturally goes downhill and does not dare to offend his father again.
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In the hall on the first floor of the castle shrouded in soul guidance lights, Xu Zihuang sat silently at the central seat, tasting the fragrant juice squeezed from fresh fruits that had just been transported from the Sun and Moon Empire. Sitting on the upper left seat next to him was Hai Xiao,
The one on the upper right is Master Yu Yun, the leader of the Lan Hai Soul Instructor Group who escorted the one hundred noble ladies.
A group of soul mentors formed from the border cities of the Sun and Moon Empire on the West Sea.
The level of soldiers varied greatly, and they were far inferior to Shanghai Xiao's Xihai Soul Mentor Group. There were only a hundred people.
As the division leader, Yu Yun is dozens of years older than Hai Xiao, but his cultivation level has only just broken through to the Soul Saint level. He still relies on the assistance of medicine, and I am afraid he will stop here in this life. He is in
Hai Xiao, the eighth-level soul master, had a very low posture in front of him.
Xu Zihuang raised his head with his right hand on his chin, and saw that the entire hall was full of warblers and swallows. Although the noble ladies were talking to each other, he knew that the attention of those noble ladies was actually entirely on his side.
"Humph." He chuckled to himself in his heart. The scene in front of him reminded him of the time before he was exiled to this island.
At that time, he was still the only son of a powerful prince. The major nobles of the Sun and Moon Empire tried their best to send their family's legitimate daughters to his family's mansion, just to find opportunities to contact him and seek the slim chance of marriage.
It was so similar to the current scene, but his situations were completely different twice.
The aristocratic ladies in the hall, either glamorous or pure, always tried their best to show their best scenes in front of him inadvertently.
But people's joys and sorrows are not the same. Xu Zihuang just thinks they are noisy.
However, in order to satisfy his cousin Xu Tianran, he still pretended to be choosing.
Perhaps as Hai Xiao said before, he could keep all these noble ladies. But this would not be in line with the character he has shown in the past.
In order to avoid any mishaps, he still planned to only select ten from them.
Of course he did it according to his own preferences. After all, he had no need to wrong himself.