The night is getting darker, but the candlelight has not been extinguished.
Yu Xiaogang did not go back to the room, but stood in front of the table in the conference room, repeatedly rubbing the turned over parchment with his fingers.
The paper was so rough that it made his fingertips numb. He looked at it for a long time and suddenly turned the paper back.
"There is no waste Martial Soul, there is only waste Soul Master."
Turn it back again.
He remembered that on the day he was expelled from the sect, it rained heavily and no one gave him an umbrella.
Later, when I arrived at the Nuoding Academy, I met Tang San and kowtowed to him, saying that once he is a teacher, he will always be a father.
He said, "Grass also has glory," and the child believed it.
But now, Tang San personally abandoned Blue Silver Grass and turned to Clear Sky Hammer in a desperate move.
He was left silent, not knowing what else to say.
In the end, it was he who acquiesced to the young man to cut off his past and embark on a path of "overdrawing" himself.
On the stone steps outside the courtyard, Tang San sat cross-legged motionless.
The night fell on him, outlining his lean but tall silhouette.
In the depths of Shen Ning's meridians, a slight swelling and pain came repeatedly. It was a hidden danger left by the hard level, and it was a silent warning from the body.
He closed his eyes and clenched his palms unconsciously. Tang Hao said "hold still" and the teacher said "stop thinking about it". He heard them all, but he couldn't stop.
The figure of Chen Jieqi standing in the light, and the steady and steady Soul Power of level 53, were like a thorn in his heart, leaving him unable to breathe.
He thought of that man on stage, with the light shining from behind and everyone in the audience watching, and he wanted to do the same.
In the shadow of the corridor, Xiao Wu did not return to the room.
She hugged her knees and gently twisted the untied hair rope with her hands. The light fell on the lonely figure in the courtyard, with complicated emotions hidden in her eyes.
She could detect the changes in Tang San, could feel the restless Soul Power in his body, and could see the paranoia and exhaustion in his eyes, but she didn't know how to get close.
The boy who would talk to her tenderly and protect her silently in the past seemed to be trapped by that dark Clear Sky Hammer.
Hidden in time by that ultimate obsession.
She wanted to speak, wanted to ask him if it hurt, wanted to tell him that he didn't have to work so hard, but when the words came to her lips, they turned into silence.
When it was almost dawn, Dai Mubai got up first. As soon as he walked into the courtyard, he noticed the depressing atmosphere.
He looked at Tang San sitting cross-legged, at Xiao Wu in the corridor, and then at the bright candlelight in the conference room, frowning slightly.
He knew about the team's problems and knew about Tang San's paranoia, but he had no way to intervene in the once lively Shrek courtyard.
It was as if I was unknowingly enveloped by an invisible barrier.
Oscar rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room, holding a few Soul Power Sausage in his hand. Seeing this, he also suppressed his smile.
He walked gently to Dai Mubai and whispered,
"Boss Dai, the mistress..."
"Let him be quiet." Dai Mubai interrupted him, his eyes falling on Tang San,
"He knows what's going on."
Ma Hongjun squatted in the corner, rarely playing with fire, and just looked at the back of Tang San quietly.
Zhu Zhuqing stood in the shadow, his eyes fell on Dai Mubai, his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.
Ning Rongrong poked his head out of the room, took a look at the atmosphere in the courtyard, and then quietly retracted.
At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Yu Xiaogang came out.
The fatigue in his eyes was hard to hide, but he was a little more relieved than he was late at night. He walked up to Tang San without saying anything else.
He just stretched out his hand and used special techniques to help unblock his restless meridians.
"It's dawn." Yu Xiaogang's voice was very soft, with a hint of unnoticeable hoarseness.
"Don't force Soul Power anymore. Stabilizing the situation is more important than anything else."
Tang San slowly opened his eyes, the scarlet color in his eyes flashed away, he nodded slightly and said nothing.
He could feel the tenderness and worry in teacher Soul Power, and he could also understand the guilt hidden in his words.
It's just that thousands of words can only turn into a silent response.
At the same time, Heaven Dou City palace, imperial study room.
Xue Ye was sitting behind the desk with a memorial spread out in front of him.
Xue Qinghe stood aside with a respectful expression.
"Are you sure?" Xue Ye raised his head and looked at his son.
"I'm sure." Xue Qinghe said,
"Chen Jieqi is fourteen years old, level 53 Soul King, and Soul Ring was absorbed across stages. Such talent is rare to see in a century.
If the empire wants to keep him, it can't just rely on the Huangdou Academy's name."
Xue Ye pondered for a moment.
He remembered the appearance of the silver-haired boy when he enrolled in the Huangdou Academy, and remembered that Dugu Bo old guy rarely showed a satisfied expression to others.
I also think of the Spirit Hall's secret concern for Chen Jieqi.
"Dugu Bo knows?" Xue Ye asked.
"Dugu Your Majesty will not object." Xue Qinghe said,
"Chen Jieqi was brought up by him. He wants Chen Jieqi to have a good future more than anyone else."
Xue Ye picked up the ink pen and marked a word on the memorial.
Accurate!
"Pass the message." Xue Ye put down his pen,
"Grant Chen Jieqi the title of Viscount and a gold seal. Before the preliminary round begins, send the decree to him."
"I would like to thank Your Majesty Chen Jieqi for your kindness."
Xue Qinghe bowed and bowed, exiting the imperial study.
The moment the door closed, the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
Viscount, neither high nor low, just enough to make Chen Jieqi's name spread throughout Heaven Dou City, but not enough to make him a target of public criticism.
This is her "meeting gift" to Chen Jieqi, and it is also her way of expressing her attitude to Chen Jieqi. You are with me at the Heaven Dou Empire.
Chapel of Light's Hope The morning fog has completely dissipated.
Under the bluestone city wall, the boy who had awakened Blue Silver Grass yesterday was squatting in front of the awakening platform seriously.
The meager Soul Power in the body is running, and the little face turns red.
Chen Jieqi walked slowly by, Naaru Brand between his eyebrows lit up slightly,
A ray of gentle holy light quietly lingered around the young man, silently soothing the stagnation in his Soul Power.
"Don't worry, take it step by step."
Chen Jieqi squatted down, his voice was gentle, different from the calmness when facing the Huangdou team members, it was a little more soft like a young man.
The young man nodded vigorously, clenched his little hands tightly, his eyes were full of determination,
"I will work hard to protect grandpa and the village like Mr. Chen."
Chen Jieqi smiled, said nothing, stood up and looked in the direction of Heaven Dou City Great Soul Arena.
There are less than two months left before the Heaven Dou City district qualifiers begin.
Chen Jieqi raised his hand and touched the schedule in Soul Tool. His fingertips crossed the words "Shrek Academy", and a faint light flashed across his eyes.
He knew that the boy of the same age as him must be silently preparing for the battle at this moment.
One plays it steady, the other makes a desperate move,
One protects the fireworks behind him, and the other burns himself to move forward.
Two completely different paths will eventually intersect quietly in the preliminaries of Heaven Dou City.
The wind has stopped and the race is approaching.
All the forbearance, obsession, perseverance and expectations will be revealed one by one on that playing field.