Early morning, Chapel of Light's Hope.
Chen Jieqi stood in front of the hall, holding the key handed over by the old stonemason.
It's made of copper, polished until it shines, and there are fine stone powder embedded in the tooth grooves.
Chen Jieqi put the key away and patted the old stonemason on the shoulder.
The old mason hummed and turned his back to smoke. The tobacco in his pipe shook all over the floor.
The old man Dawnlight Village was holding his little grandson and standing at the mouth of the valley, followed by several villagers carrying baggage.
They want Cangmang Mountain Range back.
Chen Jieqi meant to let them stay for a while. The old man waved his hand and said that they would enjoy happiness here.
But we still have land at home, and no one harvests the crops or feeds the cattle, so we feel uneasy living there.
The little grandson tugged on the old man's sleeves, raised his head and asked,
"Grandpa, can I show Mr. Chen something before I leave?"
The old man nodded.
The little grandson ran to the awakening stage, squatted down, and placed his palms on the ground.
A light blue Blue Silver Grass emerged from the gap in the stone platform, with straight stems and extended leaves. It made a crisp "snap" sound when wrapped around a wooden stake.
He is completely different from the kid who sneezed and sprayed Chen Jieqi with snot on his hands a few months ago. He is born with Level 3 and is steady and steady.
Chen Jieqi squatted down and looked level with him. "Good practice."
The little grandson nodded vigorously and then asked a question he had been holding back for a long time.
"Master Chen, that brother named Tang San, is his Blue Silver Grass much more powerful than mine?"
Chen Jieqi was stunned for a while.
"His Blue Silver Grass," he said, "Is no longer there."
The little grandson was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked at the light blue grass blade in his palm, and suddenly felt that it was very heavy.
After the villagers left, the valley became quiet.
Chen Jieqi returned to the hall, spread out the letter paper, and dipped the tip of his pen in ink.
The letter was written to Xue Qinghe. It was very short: The arrangements for the chapel have been made. Huangdou will leave for Spirit City tomorrow.
The coordinates of the pollution source are attached on the back page. It is recommended not to send troops for the time being. He thought about Stone Gate but still did not write it.
He sealed the envelope and handed it to the guard at the door.
Then lean back in the chair and close your eyes.
In Soul Ring, Sheng Hui spoke. "It's dark again."
"Know."
"The scarlet color is darker again."
"Know."
"Is it still too late?"
Chen Jieqi opened his eyes and looked out the window.
The morning light passed through the window lattice and fell on the Naaru Brand between his eyebrows, and the mark shone slightly.
"It was too late to stop him from exploding," he said, "But it was too late to make him come back."
Afternoon, Shrek Academy.
Ning Rongrong stood at the door of Tang San's dormitory. The door was ajar. She pushed it open and went in. It was empty inside.
The bed showed no signs of having been slept in. The tactical board was spread out on the table, and the movement trajectories of Feng Xiaotian were densely drawn on the paper.
A line of words was revealed at the corner of the paper, and it was a single word written across the entire page: Quick.
On the table is the brocade box and healing medicine that she sent before. They are unopened and the seals are intact.
There is a small porcelain bottle next to it, with a notch on the bottom, facing the door.
Ning Rongrong recognized that it was the mark he made with a carving knife. Tang San came back and saw it, but it was confiscated.
He just turned the bottle around and told her: I got it.
This made her feel more uncomfortable than saying nothing.
It's not rejection, it's telling her that she doesn't need it anymore.
She turned around and caught a glimpse of something on the windowsill.
I walked over and picked it up. It was a pink hair rope, and it was frayed.
In the stands of the promotion match, it was held in the palm of Xiao Wu's hand from the opening to the end.
Now it is left on the windowsill, where it is the brightest.
Then put it down, turned around and walked out of the room.
On the training ground, Xiao Wu was practicing jutsu alone.
There was no one to teach her moves, so she practiced against the wooden stakes.
The wooden stake was knocked around by her kicks. She helped it up and continued to kick.
Ning Rongrong walked to the sidelines, sat down on the bench, and watched for a long time.
Ning Rongrong asked her, "You won't wait for him?"
Xiao Wu didn't stop, a whip hit the wooden pile, and the pile cracked with the sound.
She lifted the wooden stake up and found that she couldn't kick it, so she squatted down and pressed down on the broken part, breaking off the wooden stubbles one by one.
After breaking it off, there was a shallow cut on the back of her hand. She looked at it and continued to practice other things.
In the distance Dai Mubai wanted to go over, but was pulled by Zhu Zhuqing.
"No wait," she said, "He will come back on his own."
Ning Rongrong looked at the new cut on Xiao Wu's palm, and suddenly remembered that he had to scream in pain for a long time when he broke his nail.
She lowered her head and looked at her hands. There were thin calluses on her palms from practicing Soul Skill. It wasn't thick, but it was there.
She stood up and walked out of the training ground.
She decided to go back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect before leaving for Spirit City.
In the evening, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, in the study.
"Watched the promotion match?" Ning Fengzhi asked.
"Look." Chen Xin's voice was as calm as ever, "
Tang San was especially careful about the scene with Feng Xiaotian."
"How?"
Chen Xin was silent for a moment.
A strong man of his level rarely hesitates when evaluating a junior.
"Extraordinary talent," he said,
"But I was too anxious. I was so anxious that I didn't even notice that I stepped into the hole I made.
Each of his blows was heavier and faster than the previous one. His body had already reached its limit, but he refused to stop.
There is no opponent in his eyes, only a shadow."
"Shadow?"
"He was chasing someone. Someone he thought he had to catch up with."
Ning Fengzhi picked up the tea cup, glanced at it, and put it down again.
"That silver-haired boy?"
Chen Xin didn't speak, silence itself is the answer.
"Fengzhi," Chen Xin's voice became a little darker,
"The son of Tang Hao is already using Clear Sky Hammer. After giving up the advantages of Twin Martial Souls, Soul Power improves much faster than his peers.
But his foundation was built with blood and obsession.
This kind of person will either rush to the top or collapse halfway, there is no middle ground."
Ning Fengzhi knocked on the table,
"Rongrong is also Shrek. You and I both know how much her assisting ability has improved this child.
If Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants to win over the successor of Clear Sky Hammer, now is the most suitable time.
But winning over a person who may collapse at any time is also the riskiest."
"So what do you mean?"
"Let's take a look again." Ning Fengzhi looked out the window,
"Spirit City's finals, if he can learn to control himself on the court, even just a little bit, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can help him.
If he can't stop, it's not worth betting on."
When Ning Rongrong opened the door and came in, the two of them stopped talking at the same time.
She stood at the door, first ran to Chen Xin to act coquettishly, and then glanced at Ning Fengzhi.
After Ning Rongrong said hello, she turned to leave, but Ning Fengzhi stopped her again.
"Rongrong. That boy named Tang San, do you think he can win?"
Ning Rongrong stood at the door without looking back.
"He doesn't play to win."
After saying that, he opened the door and went out.
As night fell, Shrek Academy and Tang San opened the door.
In the yard, Dai Mubai is stuffing the last piece of luggage into Soul Tool.
Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the pillar, wiping Hell Spirit Cat's claw blade in his hand.
Ma Hongjun was sitting on the steps, rarely playing with treasures, just playing with a ball of Phoenix Flame that flickered on and off.
Oscar squatted at the door of the kitchen, with the freshly made Sausage at his feet. He looked up and saw Tang San,
He opened his mouth and swallowed back the joke.
The moonlight shines from behind Tang San, and his face is hidden in the shadows.
He didn't smile or frown, he just stood there, like a stone that had been washed away by water for a long time. The edges and corners were still there, but the surface was too smooth to be grasped.
Dai Mubai opened his mouth and wanted to ask "Where have you been?" But when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly felt that there was no need to ask.
Because the way Tang San looked at them was no different from looking at the wooden piles, stone steps, and withered yellow grass blades in the yard.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Let's leave tomorrow."
Xiao Wu was the first to stand up, still holding the two pieces of the wooden stake in his hand, and threw it into the corner.
"I'm ready and waiting for you."
She didn't look Tang San in the eyes, no one asked him where he went, and no one asked him why he didn't speak.
They just stood up, one after another.
Tang San glanced at his teammates, then turned and walked towards the dormitory.
There is a pool of water stains beside the threshold. It is the rain that fell last night and accumulated in the cracks of the bluestone. It has become smelly.
Enter the house and close the door gently.