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When I returned to the torture hall again, it was still night, but at this time, Senior Brother Yan Wusheng was sitting on the desk, Yan Wusheng was quite self-disciplined, his clothes were spotless, his hair was meticulous, and when he turned over the documents on the table, he also had the demeanor of a Confucian general.

"Senior brother, we're back!" An Chengde's first words when he rushed into the door were excited, because according to the teaching, Yan Wusheng would take them with him on his next mission, how could he not be excited?

"Disciples of the torture hall must not be impatient...... Yan Wusheng didn't raise his eyebrows, obviously meeting again, An Chengde did not satisfy him.

"Oh......" An Chengde entered the hall with Ji Qianhe with some deflatedness, quietly waiting for Yan Wusheng to finish reviewing their work.

Rustle rustle......

Yan Wusheng looked at it very carefully, how many copywriters needed to be reported in each hall, and he, the eldest disciple, knew best.

"There is only one person's handwriting on this, how did you work together to complete it?" Yan Wusheng dropped the summary in his hand and looked at Ji Qianhe with a cold face.

"I'm better at words, hehe......" An Chengde replied for Ji Qianhe.

"Are you very sympathetic?" Yan Wusheng turned his cold eyes to An Chengde, and there was anger on his serious face.

"It's my mistake, senior brother, don't be angry!" Ji Qianhe stood up with his head down and said.

An Chengde also unconsciously stood with Ji Qianhe, and the two of them didn't dare to breathe under the aura of speechlessness, just waiting for the punishment of the senior brother.

"Ji Qianhe will copy five copies of this summary by hand in a while and distribute it to the other five halls......" Yan Wusheng said lightly.

"Oh......" Ji Qianhe and An Chengde quietly breathed a sigh of relief, Yan Wusheng said this, it shouldn't be anything to do with them......

Ji Qianhe picked up a pen and began to transcribe the summary made by An Chengde, and he wanted to copy five copies...... It is also a form of punishment.

"The master has already given me the news before, and you have entered the Jindan realm by luck, not bad. On Yan Wusheng's face, An Chengde really didn't see that he had any meaning of praise, if he understood it literally, it should be with appreciation!

"Good luck, good luck......" An Chengde scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"The master has given me some instructions, and one of them is for you!" Yan Wusheng said in a flat tone, rubbing the nephrite jade in his hand that represented the identity of the eldest disciple.

"What?"

"On a mission with me, you can only use the two golden pills in the seal hall in the dantian, and you are not allowed to use the third one without my permission!" Yan Wusheng replied.

"Yes......" Although An Chengde didn't understand all the reasons in it, in the book, he had read it: Mu Xiu was destroyed by Lin Feng, and he wanted to come to teach because he deliberately wanted to hide his edge.

"The Qingchen Sword can't be taken out at will, you go on a mission with you, mainly to see, so there will be no danger to your life, if there is a ......" Speaking of this, Yan Wusheng paused for no reason, it seemed that the divine thought had jumped, and there was a short jump.

"......" An Chengde quietly waited for the next words, and the room was full of the sound of Ji Qianhe's writing.

"If anything, go first!" Yan Wusheng said the last two words, but they were unusually heavy, and that was all he conveyed.

"Ah?!" An Chengde's surprised voice frightened Ji Qianhe, who was focusing on transcription, and glared at An Chengde with annoyance, his eyes with the same doubt.

Yan Wusheng didn't feel guilty or wanted to blame An Chengde, but just explained: "Don't make a fuss, in order to make this world a better place, I can't shirk this." ”

An Chengde and Ji Qianhe looked at each other, why is this? Why do Yan Wusheng and them have never met each other have such a resolute sense of protection?

Ji Qianhe's eyes seemed to be able to speak, suggesting that An Chengde asked clearly, but An Chengde was hindered by the majesty of Yan Wusheng, and he didn't dare to speak at all, Yan Wusheng was An Chengde's idol, and when the idol talked to him like this, he was already very panicked, how could he dare to have any dissatisfaction?

"Ahem, ahem...... Senior brother, if you really get to that point, I think it's better for you to go, our two pawns are not so important, besides, we don't necessarily outrun the enemy, right......" Ji Qianhe said with a picky egg.

Yan Wusheng gave Ji Qianhe an answer, there was only one look, and the meaning contained in that look, Ji Qianhe couldn't figure it out.

Concerns?...... Love?...... It's ridiculous, no! Sure enough, at the level of a senior brother, his consciousness is also beyond ordinary people.

"If we can, we are willing to fight side by side with the senior brother, I would rather die in glory than be a coward for the rest of my life!" An Chengde plucked up the courage to say what he wanted, what went first was a lie, if it really got to that point, they would not have great achievements in life.

"You are still young, and there are some things that cannot be solved by shouting slogans, and you must know that there are some things that cannot be reversed by manpower. Yan Wusheng and An Chengde looked at each other, and no one was willing to retreat.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Arrogance!"

"Frivolous!"

"Still young!"

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The conversation between An Chengde and Yan Wusheng ended in the most concise bytes, neither of them could convince anyone, Yan Wusheng was seven or eight years older than them, and he was still a teenager;

"The future is undecided, the future can be expected!" An Chengde and Yan Wusheng were cold for a long time, and An Chengde finally said four words, lowered his head, and bowed his hands.

"There is a mission tomorrow, you need to go to another world, you should prepare in your hearts!" Yan Wusheng was slightly stunned and said his next arrangement.

"Another world?" An Chengde and Ji Qianhe exclaimed.

Yan Wusheng threw a booklet to An Chengde, the handwriting on it was a detailed explanation of the task copied by Yan Wusheng himself, An Chengde had not opened it, Yan Wusheng said: "This is a summary of this mission, to be honest, I am not sure, you think about it first, eat something and go to bed early, I have notified the Field Service Hall and the Internal Affairs Hall to prepare two more copies of the items for travel." ”

After Yan Wusheng finished speaking, he didn't linger, and the figure disappeared from the hall in a hurry, and he didn't know what to do.

"Hey, what is another world?" Ji Qianhe was not sure if the senior brother was really gone, and quietly called to An Chengde.

"It is the ancient battlefield that was opened up in the place where it did not harm the world of mountains and seas, and some of them are also small worlds of ancient power, although they are dead, but the small world is still in these countless spatial cracks. "An Chengde has read a lot of books, and there is a certain concept of the superfluous world, but the knowledge in the books is limited after all, and An Chengde can only understand it, and he can't express it very accurately;

"What a powerful feeling!" Ji Qianhe suddenly looked at An Chengde with starry eyes, and he didn't know if he was praising An Chengde or talking about this different world.

"How many copies do you have left?" An Chengde's little face couldn't help but blush, he didn't get along with Ji Qianhe for a day, and he blushed for I don't know how many times.

"Three times! You wrote it in too much detail, my hands are sour!" Ji Qianhe complained dissatisfiedly, An Chengde summarized the copy.

"This artistic conception is the simplest, I'll also help you copy it, this will be faster, so go to bed early!" An Chengde stretched out his hand to Ji Qianhe.

"What are you doing, don't you have a pen on the table?" Ji Qianhe was moved, and asked with a slightly wrinkled face, and at the same time, the pen in his hand was tightened, for fear that An Chengde would snatch it.

"Give me a sample? Otherwise, will I be silent?" An Chengde said angrily, sure enough, Ji Qianhe sometimes has a big gap between his focus and himself.

"Oh oh! give, big brother please!" Ji Qianhe presented his share to An Chengde, and said in a weird manner.

"......" An Chengde took Ji Qianhe's template, and the juanxiu font on it has the background of a scholarly family, but some of them will be scribbled, so for the next period of time, An Chengde was complaining that Ji Qianhe's words were difficult to recognize, and he was so angry that Ji Qianhe's silver teeth were crushed, and he almost swallowed An Chengde alive.

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