By the pond, Sikong Haoxuan opened his eyes on time, and there was still a faint red light on Nan Xing behind him. Sikong Haoxuan, who ignored Nan Xing and returned to dinner, was secretly happy in his heart, "It's too late to feel hungry in his body." He had experienced it, of course he would not wake up Nan Xing. He was very happy that someone could repeat his mistakes.

In the face of Sikong Zhan, Sikong Haoxuan did not dare to be too presumptuous after all, and tried hard to recall the memories he had obtained in his mother's body and maintain the demeanor that a noble should have when dining.

Song Ziyan held the right hand with a knife, and cut the barbecue in the carved crystal plate in an elegant posture. She stared at Sikong Haoxuan, who was stiff and distorted, and laughed secretly in her heart.

During family meals, Sikong Buqun stared at Sikong Haoxuan without any concern for his image and laughed strangely, "I said, Xuan'er, are you feeling uncomfortable today? Why did your movements become a little weird?"

He said in his heart: "Old guy, you will never forget to put down the wrong person." Sikong Haoxuan put down the exquisite knife and fork in his hand and glanced at Sikong Buqun, "Grandpa, maybe I've been sitting for too long today and my body is a little stiff."

Song Ziyan is worthy of being Sikong Haoxuan's biggest backstage in Sikong Mansion. When she heard the old man teasing her son, she quickly changed the topic, "Xuan'er, it's your birthday in a few days. What gifts do you want?"

When Sikong Buqun heard the word "gift", he couldn't help but tremble. Before he could make an excuse to escape.

Sikong Haoxuan pulled out the ring hanging between his neck with a red rope and smiled at Sikong Buqun, "Grandpa, you must have prepared a gift for your grandson in your heart, it must be better than this ring, right?"

After hearing what Sikong Haoxuan said, Sikong Buqun had to nod his head with a bitter face.

Except for being alone with Song Ziyan, Sikong Zhan, who always had a stern face, said: "Xuan'er, what do you want to give you to your father?"

Sikong Haoxuan had long thought about this, "Father, I hope to get a knife used by the vanguard battalion soldiers in your legion."

The eyes of the three people in the hall lit up. Although they knew in their hearts that Sikong Haoxuan must be practicing something, they couldn't help but realize that this little guy was practicing martial arts. However, Sikong Haoxuan's words below put the three people back in the fog.

"I hope to find a weapon he uses for Nanxing."

After taking back to the three of them, Sikong Haoxuan walked out of the hall.

After Sikong Buqun took the hot golden hand presented by the maid and wiped his mouth, he shook his head and said, "I'm sure this little guy did it on purpose."

"Zi Yan, why didn't Xuan'er ask you for gifts? Could it be that you and my mother knew that Zhan'er had nothing good, so they discussed extorting me, the old man?" Sikong Buqun, who was slaughtered again, was secretly heartbroken.

Song Ziyan smiled "hehe" and put down the brocade handkerchief in her hand, "Father, how dare I blackmail you? The reason why Xuan'er didn't ask me for gifts was that he knew that my gift would definitely not disappoint him."

How could Sikong Buqun believe what his daughter-in-law said? But he had no choice but to do anything about this clever and cunning daughter-in-law. He was thinking about how to reduce the losses and shook his hand and left the hall.

Song Ziyan personally filled the tribute wine that the old man brought from the palace for her husband, and drank a glass with her husband, saying, "Xuan'er just asked for the knife for Nanxing. You are not allowed to give only one knife on his birthday, do you know?"

Being alone with Song Ziyan, Sikong Zhan's hard face had already been bent. Although he felt that Song Ziyan was too doting on Sikong Haoxuan, he still nodded and agreed.

The night sky of Yag continent is beautiful, and the sky is shining with light blue moonlight. Twenty-four brightest stars are embedded in the sky, making the stars in the sky pale.

In Sikong Haoxuan Villa, Nanxing, who was awakened by the cold wind, was swallowing up the table of exquisite food. On the one hand, he felt his stomach swelling, and on the other hand, he felt hungry. The two conflicting feelings forced Nanxing to endure the feeling of swelling and kept stuffing food into his mouth.

Sikong Haoxuan smiled secretly and stopped Nan Xing, who had already stuffed seven breads, five sausages, and six-style dishes, said: "If you don't want to experience this feeling again in the future, then all you need to do is to accurately control the practice time."

The fragrance of the remaining food on the table scattered in the hall stimulated Nan Xing's nerves. Nan Xing, who was holding his belly, smiled bitterly at Sikong Haoxuan, "Master, have you asked someone to remove these foods first?"

The maid took down all kinds of food on the table. Sikong Haoxuan leisurely enjoyed the juice handed over by the maid, looking at Nan Xing with great enthusiasm, "Do you understand now that the difference between understanding and reality?"

"Yes, young master. I understand what you mean. Understanding is just opening a relatively correct door. However, the path you have to go further must be steadily step by step. I am too hasty."

Sikong Haoxuan admired Nan Xing's unfamiliar understanding in his heart, "It's good that you can understand. The achievement of everything comes from accumulation. But accumulation is always a process of bit by bit, and you should not force it too much."

"Thank you for your teachings."

"Nan Xing, I have always wanted to ask you. Why did you ask me to teach you martial arts last time? Don't you know that my father, or even my grandfather, wouldn't you refuse to teach you?" Sikong Haoxuan asked the question that he had been in his heart for the past few days.

Nan Xing's eyes flashed with excitement, "Young Master, do you believe in intuition? My self-consciousness tells me that you are better than the commander of the legion, and even more than the head of the Buqun family."

Sikong Haoxuan was shocked. Of course he believed in intuition. As a modern man and a great witch, he knew clearly what it means to be so sensitive to the sixth sense. "Nan Xing, have you ever had similar intuition before?"

Nan Xing's eyes slowly dimmed, and he felt a little sad in his words, "The night before my father was killed, I felt uneasy and advised my father to be careful. But..."

Sikong Haoxuan closed his eyes for a moment, as if he had decided something. "Nan Xing, I once told you that the method is not an inevitable condition to reach the peak, but today I want to tell you that the method can give you a relatively high starting point. Everyone's distance from the end point is different, because their respective starting points are different, but surpassing must have a corresponding price."

Nanxing had long forgotten his physical discomfort and his nerves were completely tense.

Sikong Haoxuan's subsequent words completely ignited the most urgent hope in Nan Xing's heart.

“I have a way to go beyond.”

Nan Xing did not interrupt Sikong Haoxuan. He knew that Sikong Haoxuan had not finished speaking.

"But the opposite of the method is a price that ordinary people can't imagine."
Chapter completed!