Volume Two: The Spiritual Sea Chapter Sixty-Three Waves Ups and Downs
Xueqie and Lingfeng also knew Li Shiyi's doubts, but they didn't care.
"Grand Chief, we made this decision after careful consideration!" Xueqie picked his ears and said leisurely.
"After all, that guy Qiankun likes to join in the fun. If he goes, how can he do it without us watching him?" Ling Feng understands Qiankun best, a reckless person, and he will definitely go to the secret realm, so he
I made this plan for Qiankun.
Li Shiyi was really excited to see Ling Feng and Xue Qie understand the righteousness so well. Seeing their sincerity, he agreed.
"It's just... If I go this time, I'm afraid I will wrong you two. If you have the chance, you must repay the favor!" Li Shiyi bent down and bowed to the two of them, very grateful.
Xuechie shook his head, spread his hands, and said with a smile: "Chief Li thinks too much. We just want to help you once and don't ask for anything in return."
"That's right, Ling Feng." Xue Qie rubbed Ling Feng with his arm and arched his brows.
Ling Feng nodded immediately and began to express his position.
Lai Songyi came over and looked at the two of them. Her eyes were filled with guilt and gratitude, and her smile was obvious: "I have offended you so much before, please don't take it to heart."
When Wu Xiu saw Lai Songyi's appearance, he felt a little sorry. He walked to her side and echoed: "Yes, I have done some bad things to you before, but you still helped us regardless of the past grudges! Thank you very much.
Got it!"
Ling Feng blinked, as if to verify what he said before.
Xue Qie also nodded. Sure enough, all his forbearance and repaying evil with kindness were not in vain.
Xue Qie waved his hand boldly, not caring about these details at all: "It's okay, aren't we friends now? We wouldn't know each other if we didn't fight!"
Ling Feng put Qiong Huang in his hand and patted it, preparing to ask about business: "High Priest, Clan Chief, when will we leave?"
"To calm down this restless period of the undead energy, I will personally go to strengthen the barrier and open the secret realm." The high priest responded to Ling Feng's question.
Ling Feng nodded and followed Lai Songyi and others down.
Ryan looked at the retreating figures from behind, slowly clenched his fists, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes, sighed secretly, and left silently.
The high priest looked at the uncertain expression on Li Shiyi's face and closed his eyes. Thinking of Ryan's actions a few days ago, his eyes became complicated. He said leisurely: "Grand Patriarch, you seem to be holding Ryan down intentionally."
Li Shiyi shook his head, a little confused, and said calmly: "I didn't mean to restrict him. We are all members of the same clan, and I don't want to be suspicious. It's just that the suggestions and actions Ryan has made several times are very subversive. I
I really don’t dare to let him do it anymore.”
The high priest looked outside the hall, his eyes misty, and murmured: "Yes, Ryan's ideas, although they are also thinking about the future of the tribe, have no practical value at all. They are all castles in the air. If they are all like him,
If we do, it will be difficult to protect the safety of our clan members or the survival of Linghai."
Li Shiyi tidied up his desk, looked at the history book on the table, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and walked away.
After arriving outside, the high priest followed closely behind, and together they looked at the cold and vast sky, trying to peel away the foggy moon in the distance to see clearly.
"I can't understand this situation more and more." Li Shiyi's face suddenly looked a little older, and a sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously. He could only sigh at the scene here.
"I can see it very clearly." The high priest smiled softly, with a bit more hope in his eyes, "The dragon returns to the phoenix, and the heroes with lofty ideals are the scene. Everything is about to begin."
"Grand Chief, believe it. Just like the day General Chang Sun Jin said, it is getting closer and closer."
Li Shiyi also smiled, turned around, and asked: "'Do strangers from all over the world rise up at the right time, shed their blood and fight with the same resentment'?"
"I hope."
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The night is dark, the cold wind is howling, the moon is bright and the stars are few.
Ling Feng and Xue Qie are also preparing to rest early. They believe that Qi Fei and the others' battle with the undead energy will not last long. In a few days, they will enter the secret realm.
Ling Feng rubbed his sleepy eyes. These days of communicating with Qiong Huang in his soul had taken away a lot of energy and experience, leaving him exhausted and yawning constantly.
Seeing how tired Ling Feng was, Xue Qie smiled and shook his head, leaning on him with his shoulders to help him find his balance.
This kid has been quite capable these days. He can control that kind of sacred weapon passed down from generation to generation so skillfully. He has already worked very hard.
It seems that I have to sharpen my sword in the secret realm. I haven't used this sword since I got it.
Xue Qie looked at Jian Mo in his arms and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
They returned to Wu Xiu's barracks, and just as they were about to enter the room, they found a lonely figure huddled in the corner, with his back to everyone, as if he was running away from something.
Xue Qie was a little puzzled. After walking over and seeing his face, he discovered that he was Qiankun's new disciple, Feng Chen.
This kid knows that Qiankun went to the extreme cold spiritual veins to fight against the spirit of death, and is he worried about Qiankun?
Forget it! I will guide Qiankun and enlighten him.
Xueqie and Lingfeng sat down here. Fengchen didn't look at them, but still stared at the floor alone, feeling very melancholy, his eyes dull, but they seemed to contain all kinds of emotions.
Xueqie patted his back, smiled friendly, and said hello: "You are the disciple Qiankun accepted, right? He told me privately that he is very proud to have a disciple like you."
There was a ray of light in Fengchen's eyes, but then it dimmed. He was silent for a while, and just said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "So what can I do?"
"How can I be as powerful as Master? I have the courage and strength to stand alone, but I can only be constantly protected by others and constantly watched from behind. Can any of you understand this feeling? You are all just I treat it like a child..." At this point, Fengchen finally couldn't help the sourness in his heart, his nose twitched, and there were tears in his eyes.
Ling Feng looked at Feng Chen like this, and wondered if he had been the same before. He was protected by his father Ling Jianguan, protected by Zhang Wushuang, protected by Qiankun...
Thinking of this, Ling Feng also felt a sense of sympathy for Feng Chen. The feeling of wanting to change the reality of the predicament, but being powerless and could only cry and ask for help from others, was really suffocating.
But isn't this also a kind of luck? If no one can stand up to help you in such a crisis, that would be real despair.