The next day, early in the morning, Wolson saw Wuqi off early. He did not intend to tell other disciples that Wuqi had returned, so he sent Wuqi to the foot of Wushan alone just dawn.

"Little bastard! Master will send it to you." Wolson looked at Wuqi reluctantly and said lightly.

"Master, I haven't said goodbye to my senior brothers and sisters yet. Is this OK?"

"No need to say goodbye. They have never cared about you. They have long regarded you as an optional existence. You should leave quickly, go and go back early, Master wishes you a good journey."

"Okay..." For some reason, maybe it was because the master said goodbye to him in person for the first time, Wuqi was a little reluctant, and even felt a little sadness deep in his heart.

He looked back and looked back at Wolson's distance from him. Suddenly he felt that this master who had never liked to call him his name on weekdays, and the master who called him "little bastard" seemed to be much older than when he was a child. His master's hair was half gray since he was born, but at this time he had more large pieces of white hair than before. His originally dark temples turned into two slender white lines.

Somehow, Wuqi was walking further and further under Wolson's gaze, but his heart was getting more and more uncomfortable, as if he had been holding something in his chest, and he was not happy without vomiting. But Wuqi kept holding it up, because he was no longer the weak-willed child at the time, but had grown into a teenager. He told himself that he had to bear everything, and that a man would not cry easily if he had tears.

However, when Wuqi walked more than fifty steps and turned around and found that Wolson had turned around and walked slowly towards Wushan. After looking at his back, he seemed to suddenly become extremely desolate and lonely, he could no longer suppress the surging excitement in his heart and called out loudly: "Master!!!"

The call came from the heart, with a small voice, but the penetration seemed to penetrate the sky, directly into Wolson's heart. Wolson's thin body trembled slightly. He suddenly turned around, but found that Wuqi's face was covered with snot and tears, and he was running towards him with excitement. His heart couldn't help but move.

"Master!!!" After reaching the level of an intermediate magician, Wuqi's speed was much faster than that of an ordinary person. He just used his skills and took a few steps before coming to Wolson, and threw himself into the arms of the old man who raised him and taught him. Although Wolson's body was not strong, he was even a little thin, his shoulders were not wide, and he was not tall, Wuqi felt extremely warm in his arms, as if the warmest thing in the world was here.

"Master, thank you!"

A hint of relief and emotion flashed through Wolson's eyes. He gently patted Wuqi's back, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Silly child. What do you thank? You are the master's good disciple, and it's all your duty to take care of you."

"Master." Wuqi grabbed Wolson's clothes tightly, sobbed in Wolson's arms for a long time, then slowly looked up, looked at the old face that made him love the most, and said in the first tone of asking, "Master, please go with me? Let's go down the mountain to find the Witch Pattern Staff, okay?"

Wolson paused, then gently touched Wuqi's little head, smiled slightly at his slightly childish little face, and said softly: "Silly disciple. Please let Master, I accompany you down the mountain. What should I do if there are so many disciples on Wushan?"

"But...I...don't want to leave Master anymore."

A hint of relief and emotion flashed in Wolson's eyes again, and then he laughed and patted Wuqi's back, and said with a relaxed look: "You little bastard. Haven't you told your master that you want to become stronger?"

"Well." Wuqi nodded without thinking. A prank smile appeared on Walson's face. He continued: "If you always let your master be with you, you will never become stronger. Now you are still young, Master, I can still cover you. Are you planning to wait until Master, I completely become a hunched old man with a bent back and a hunched back, and then I will still cover you everywhere? At that time, Master, I plan to let you cover me! If you don't hurry up and practice now, and if Master is not strong at that time, then we both can only go and drink the northwest wind."

After Walson said this, Wuqi couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere became relaxed in these few jokes. Wuqi's mood was no longer as sad as before, but very comfortable. He slowly retreated from Walson's arms, wiped away the snot and tears from his face, and chuckled: "Master, then I'm leaving!"

Wolson laughed and nodded heavily, "Yes. This is the same as the disciple I remember. Your squeamish look just now, like a girl. By the way, Master, I have a map here. I have drawn based on my memory after traveling to the Lilanfa Continent for decades. It is a bit rough, but it should also let you know where there are dangerous places in the Lanfa Continent that cannot be accessed. Also, this time you go down the mountain without a certain destination, so you can go to the capitals of the Rosa Kingdom and the Ottoman Empire. Tell the swordsman Abel and the fighting holy sages in your book to tell the swordsman Abel and the fighting holy Ugins the two old guys. They have been waiting for you for a long time. If you pass now, it should be the same time."

"I understand." Wuqi nodded heavily. Wolson slowly reached into his sleeve, took out a cylindrical drawing and handed it to Wuqi's hand. Wuqi took the drawing and curiosity suddenly aroused. When he opened it, a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

It was a drawing that was so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary. Because the white paper had turned completely yellow because it took too long, the map drawn on this drawing opened Wuqi's eyes. Originally, he thought that his hometown Wushan, the Kingdom of Rosa and the Ottoman Empire were the whole world, but when he really saw the map in his hand, he suddenly realized it.

It turns out that the three locations he knew only account for a very small part of the Lanfa Continent. Strictly speaking, these three locations combined are only one-third of the size of the entire Lanfa Continent, and two-thirds of the two-thirds of the parts are completely unfamiliar with Wuqi. It is precisely because there are two-thirds of the places he has never even heard of, and this map immediately made Wuqi's eyes lit up.

He suddenly looked up at Wolson with golden light, and said in surprise: "Master! It turns out that our Wushan only occupies such a small place on the Lanfa Continent." As he said that, he gestured with his fingers, and then said: "Also, the Kingdom of Rosa and the Ottoman Empire were very big, and it was about 70% or 80% of the entire Lanfa Continent. It turned out that he only occupied this little. Unexpectedly, the Lanfa Continent was so vast, and there were so many places I had never been to."

Wolson laughed, his waist straightened. He raised his head and smiled while gently stroked his beard, and said with a look of expression: "If you are in your personal strength, your master, I am definitely not as good as the two old guys, Abel, the sword saint of the Ottoman Empire and the fighting saint of the Rosa Kingdom. But if you talk about your familiarity with the Lanfa Continent and I am the second in this world, no one dares to be the first."

After listening to Wolson's explanation, Wuqi suddenly felt that the figure of his master seemed to become infinitely tall in front of him. For the first time, he felt that the amount of cognition was as important as strength. Wuqi's eyes were even more golden, and he asked curiously: "Master, tell me quickly, what are the differences between one strange place after another?"

Wolson lowered his head slightly, looked at Wuqi's eyes with endless pride. He pointed to a place on the map and said slowly: "In the most western part of our Wushan, there is a country that is exactly twice as big as the Rosa Kingdom and the Ottoman Empire. That country is called Hughesmi Neutral Kingdom. Like the Rosa Kingdom and the Ottoman Empire, this country also has their beliefs. They believe in the way of soldiers throughout their entire lives. That is, the content of the page between the balance in the Ancient Scrolls is similar, and they advocate various cultivation techniques at the same time. Relying on this extremely difficult cultivation method, we can reach the realm of invincibility. However, there are only a few people who can truly practice the soldiers' way, let alone reach the level of masters. Ordinary people may not be able to reach the level of high-level soldiers after working hard for a lifetime, let alone break through."

Wuqi nodded as if he had some insight. This is indeed the same as the one on the page between the balance in the Ancient Scrolls. So he asked: "Then, the strength of this neutral country in Hughesmi should be weaker than the two countries of the Sword Saint and the Fight Saint?"

"No." Wolson closed his eyes slightly and shook his head slowly: "It's not only not weak, but it's also stronger than any of these two countries. Because although they have few master-level soldiers, due to their large number, intermediate and low-level soldiers across the country can be seen everywhere. This is incomparable to the other two countries. Moreover, two hundred years ago, Hughesmi Neutrality had a peerless genius. His cultivation talent was far beyond ordinary people. It took him about two hundred years to upgrade his strength from junior soldiers to the peak of master-level soldiers. Then he successfully broke through the bottleneck and entered the holy realm level. This person is the famous previous king of Hughesmi Neutrality, Balvin, who is known as the emperor, is also called the first person in history."

"Balvin?" Wuqi was stunned. He had heard his master tell the story that when he was born, a man named Balvin wanted to kill him. It was his master and the sword saint, and the three fighting saints joined forces to kill the man. Wuqi also remembered that this was indeed true in his memory.

So he asked in surprise: "Is it the Balvin who was killed by the Sword Saint Uncle and the Fighting Saint Uncle?"

"Yes. It's him. But it's a pity that he was obsessed with the ghosts at the beginning. If he hadn't wanted to grab the Ancient Scroll, he wouldn't have ended up like this. The soldier who reached the peak of the Holy Realm was almost invincible in a single fight with any Holy Realm power. But unfortunately, he met two Holy Realm powerhouses, and they were both peaks. In addition, they also joined forces together, so he lost. However, if there was a real one-on-one duel, no one would be his opponent. Moreover, Balvin had consumed a lot of energy at that time, and he did not fight with full physical strength. Instead, he was attacked by the Fighting Saint and the Sword Saint when he was empty, and finally died on the spot. Unfortunately..."

Wolson's words revealed endless regret, but this was heard by Wuqi's ears. He had always thought that the sword saint and the fighting saint were completely invincible, but he didn't expect that there were still people who were stronger than the two of them.

Although Balvin, who was better than them, eventually died, Wuqi's heart seemed to have been opened by someone, which suddenly made a question in his heart that he would never even think about it: Isn't this peak powerhouse in the Holy Realm the strongest?
Chapter completed!