The winter snow has passed, and the spring breeze suddenly comes.
Zhao Wuyou stood on the top of Duxing Mountain, wearing a white robe that clung tightly to his body, rustling in the breeze. Even though he added two layers of clothes, he could still feel a little bit of air-conditioning.
Not far from the bottom of the mountain is the Fengming Sect's training ground, which is in full swing at the moment. The disciples here are undergoing the annual competition ceremony for the selected core disciples.
But all of this has nothing to do with Zhao Wuyou or Duxing Mountain.
"Fake, what the hell, I was about to become the godfather of Chinatown, but suddenly I died of a cerebral hemorrhage, and I accidentally time-traveled into the body of the youngest son of the Duke of Fengming Empire."
As a boss who is used to seeing life and death parting, Zhao Wuyou naturally has the ability to tolerate and restrain his emotions. But now, he really wants to point his finger at God and curse him. This old fool has ruined ten years of his hard work.
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"Wuyou, I'm leaving here to train in the Huben Army. I want to say goodbye to you."
The sudden farewell with a trembling voice from behind made Zhao Wuyou's already depressed heart sink again.
Looking back, Zhao Wuyou looked at the young man with a sincere expression. The two looked at each other and were speechless for a long time. Knowing that separation was inevitable, forcing them to stay was futile. Zhao Wuyou was used to this kind of thing, so he could only smile bitterly and said:
"Brother Ji Mao, we parted ways today and don't know when we will see each other again. I'll give you a ride." Zhao Wuyou took Ji Mao's hand and the two of them slowly walked down Duxing Mountain together.
"Is your injury getting better? Our master has been away recently, so you should take more rest and don't do any heavy work to avoid your head hurting." Ji Mao looked at Zhao Wuyou with her delicate eyes and said with concern on her face.
Zhao Wuyou touched his head in embarrassment. His predecessor accidentally fell from a tree a month ago, and his consciousness parasitized on this corpse. During the period of recovery, he received the caring care of Ji Mao, which made Zhao Wuyou
Even someone as hard-hearted as You couldn't help but be moved by it. After all, he had experienced too much bloodshed and rarely met close friends again. Ji Mao's appearance made Zhao Wuyou feel like he had returned to his greener days.
"I heard that the Huben Army is very strict. They have to strictly guard the borders and will fight at every turn. Why do you want to go there?" Zhao Wuyou asked, somewhat worried for Ji.
Ji Mao said angrily:
"My family has been in the military for generations. Since I am not talented enough to join the Taoist religion, I can only start as a soldier and walk the same path my fathers took."
"I believe in you. Within ten years, you will become a world-famous general." Zhao Wuyou encouraged.
The latter smiled awkwardly and shyly, and then squeezed Zhao Wuyoudao's hand tightly, his warm palm full of reluctance to say goodbye.
Zhao Wuyou took off a bronze bird belt from his waist and handed it to Ji Mao, "This was given to me by my father when I was a child. I hope it can bring you good luck." After saying that, Zhao Wuyou handed the belt directly to Ji Mao.
Ji Mao.
Ji Mao, who was given a gift, was too timid to accept it, "Your father is the Duke of Zhenguo. How dare I ask for something he gave you? This is against the rules."
"It doesn't matter, I'm just a concubine, and the things he gave me are not precious. I keep this belt as a souvenir. When we meet again in the future, I can recognize you right away." Zhao Wuyou said with a smile.
"I've sent you thousands of miles away, but you'll always be farewell."
The road that originally only took half an hour to complete took the two of them an hour and a half, but when they reached the end, they still had to separate.
Zhao Wuyou waved Ji Mao away at the bottom of the mountain. He turned around and prepared to go back to Duxing Mountain until he couldn't see the shadow of Ji Mao's carriage. He broke a branch in his hand and knocked on the trees beside the path to amuse himself.
happy.
"Hey, my only playmate has also left. In the future, I will have to face the drunkard master alone." Zhao Wuyou was a little helpless. Both he and Ji Mao were weak in talent, so they were assigned to the top of Fengming Sect.
A mysterious drunkard's apprentice.
Although he is an apprentice, he might as well be a servant. He can only see his master when eating, but he can't be found at other times. This is why Ji Mao doesn't stay. Since there is no hope of staying in Fengming Sect, he might as well go to Huben.
Army, go and try your best for your future.
"Hey, who is this?"
"No need to ask, it's Zhao Wuyou, the concubine of the Duke of Zhenguo who is more handsome than the ladies."
"Hehe, it seems that what the old man said is right. After all, he is the child of a concubine, and he is very handsome."
Three young men with broad shoulders and round waists stopped in front of Zhao Wuyou and looked at him with playful expressions.
"Made, even if you want to be alone, someone will make trouble for you," Zhao Wuyou felt contempt in his heart, and his face looked a little gloomy. He said in a suppressed voice:
"Zhang Long, Ma Liang, Hao Jian, you three still have time to care about others at this time? It's as if you have already selected core disciples."
"An excellent godfather must speak with one sentence worth ten thousand words. He knows that they cannot choose core disciples, but he still stabs them in the heart."
The three people who were exposed immediately stepped forward angrily:
"So what if the three of us can't choose the core disciple? In terms of family background, we are all legitimate sons, but you are a common son.
In terms of talent, our talent is still at the green level, and you are at the purple level. There is a long way to go, you know?"
When Hao Jian speaks, he likes to exaggerate, grinning in a contrived expression, and his hands are spread apart like noodles. Such a desire to perform might be successful if he performs a comedy, but he has to show it everywhere in reality.
Funny face.
"You are right. I always thought that with your ability, not to mention the core disciples, given time, the three of you will definitely be the elders of Fengming Sect in the future. You can discuss it again and see who should be chosen.
Being the leader is the right way.
Don’t be discouraged if you are not selected this time. Those who have been selected have no chance to accept the training at the bottom, but you have another year to accept the training. I have to say that you are the hope of the sect. I am optimistic about you. Next time
You will definitely be able to do it in one year."
Zhao Wuyou's ability to praise others is the same as Hao Jian's exaggerated actions. He tries his best to praise others to the point of death.
But the exaggerated things are not true after all, and those three people are not fools. They can naturally hear the sarcasm in Zhao Wuyou's words. They all took a step forward with anger, forcing Zhao Wuyou into a locust tree.
Under the tree.
"You're such a bastard, why do you talk so much? Do you believe that I took a knife and slashed your beautiful face?"
Facing the threat, Zhao Wuyou blinked in fear and asked in a low voice:
"Are you three threatening me?"
"So what?" Hao Jian said quickly.
"Yeah, so what if I threaten you?" The other two people quickly followed suit, full of momentum.
"Oh." Zhao Wuyou blushed slightly and lowered his head silently.
Just when the three of them thought that their momentum would frighten Zhao Wuyou into lowering his head, they did not know that Zhao Wuyou had already sentenced them to death in his heart.
Zhao Wuyou took advantage of the three of them to smile triumphantly and roared, "I'm naughty," and hit Hao Jian in front of him with his knee.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Zhao Wuyou used an enhanced version of the Monkey Stealing Peach move to capture Zhang Long and Ma Liang.
The three people howled in unison, startling the birds that were napping on the branches. There was a fluttering sound of wings, and the birds flew away. Zhao Wuyou also took advantage of the three people to cover their crotches and howl, and continued to make up for each one.
Two feet, for fear that they would threaten me again.
The three people had Zhao Wuyou's shoe prints on their hands, and they all made gestures to protect their younger brother. Zhao Wuyou put his hands on his hips and looked at the three people in front of him jokingly.
"Three elders and heads, if you have the ability, stand up. Why are you acting like a shrimp? This is so unbecoming. You are all dignitaries in the capital. How embarrassing is it to be spread like this now?"
The three of them glared angrily, but none of them could make a sound. They gritted their teeth and endured the heartbreaking pain coming from their bodies, but they had already greeted Zhao Wuyou dozens of times with the most vicious words in their hearts.
"Is this your level? How can you go out and embarrass yourself? Today's scoundrels can really be done by one person. There is no threshold at all." Zhao Wuyou shook his head sadly, picked up the small wooden stick and left, leaving only three people behind.
A person who was as big as a shrimp was lying on the spot rolling around.
Zhao Wuyou did not notice that on the clouds not far away, the seven elders of Fengming Sect watched this scene completely, and the two female elders whispered:
"A dirty scoundrel actually uses such dirty tricks."
The leader, Wei Long, also looked embarrassed. He turned to look at the middle-aged man holding a wine gourd and drinking. "Junior brother, it's time for you to discipline your disciple. Even if you don't teach him skills, you must teach him martial ethics."
ah."
The man with a gourd of wine raised his head and took another sip of wine. The beard on the corner of his mouth raised slightly: "Let him go."
"Hey, when will you cheer up?" Wei Long said with regret.
The man with the wine gourd did not comment, turned around and left everyone behind, flying to Duxing Mountain alone.
Zhao Wuyou returned to the top of Duxing Mountain and did not take what had just happened to heart. How could a quasi-godfather catch a fight between teenagers?
Just when Zhao Wuyou was about to cook, lines of small blue characters flashed in his eyeballs.
"The most powerful playboy system is being bound."
"Host: Zhao Wuyou."
"Age: 13 years old."
"Specialty: None."
"Dandy value: 0."
"Please make yourself a qualified dandy as soon as possible so that you can obtain the corresponding dandy value. The higher the dandy value, the more system rewards you will receive!"
"Oh no! Is this really true?" Zhao Wuyou looked at the text in front of him in disbelief, "Those who travel through time must have a system, and fantasy novels will not deceive me..." This chapter has been completed!