"Take your time, really?" Xiang Gong asked.

"Well, definitely, I'll accompany you!" The little white dragon nodded heavily.

"Huh" Xiang Gong let out a sigh ......of relief, he finally understood one thing, a truth that was always on his lips, but never seriously practiced.

Xiao Bailong said that he believed in himself and was willing to follow himself because he believed that he would work hard and believed that he could do it, but it just took a little time.

Yes, I haven't done what I want to do now because the time has not yet come, and because my efforts are not worthy of what I want to do.

If you encounter setbacks on the way forward, it is because your efforts are not enough to support your ambitions!

I don't remember if there was such a sentence, Xiang Gong happened to be a good example.

After reaching the goal again and again, he forgot to work hard, forgot to continue to temper himself, he swelled, he became overconfident, and he slowly lost his strength.

Therefore, he thought that the entourage of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty would be superior to others when he arrived in Fanbang, so he thought that he could rely on everyone's followers and do things unscrupulously.

But he forgot that he still followed the retinue of the order, and he forgot to learn to precipitate himself.

Thinking of the experience of this day in Quzhi Wangcheng, Xiang Gong's cheeks were hot, he had to rely on Xuanzang to be a monk, the little white dragon had a sword in his hand to enter the door, and he had to rely on the little white dragon's long sword to save face......

Perhaps, in the next time, what Xiang Gong should do is to learn to recognize himself first, cool down his swollen heart, and then frantically improve his strength.

Do the ghost of the ghost, the only way to be a master!

If you think about it carefully, every traverser in those novels, if they don't have enough strength, is actually doing things in a low-key manner, trying their best to use their golden fingers, and trying their best to temper themselves, so they can seem to be in a new and strange world smoothly and get the due reward.

Until then, no one had given up their efforts.

Thinking of this, Xiang Gong suddenly became insightful, and kept telling himself in his heart, I am just a follower now, I can't relax or expand, I have to work hard first, and when the time comes, I can really do nothing that can't be done!

"Yu'er, thank you!" Xiang Gong hugged the little white dragon tightly, rubbed his chin on the soft green silk of the little white dragon, and said emotionally, if it wasn't for the little white dragon's words, Xiang Gong might still be wasting time to feel sorry for himself.

"Don't do it in the future, it scares me to death!" The little white dragon said, Xiang Gong felt that his chest was a little wet, and he hugged the little white dragon tighter.

Xuanzang looked at Xiang Gong and the little white dragon, smiled and folded his hands, and said loudly: "Amitabha, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi, jump out of the cage, only a little heart." ”

"Stinky monk, look at it, you're colored!" Xiang Gong said.

"What the donor said is fallacious, the color is not different, the emptiness is not different, and in the eyes of the poor monks, the hue is just empty!" Xuanzang smiled.

"Hah...... Stinky monk, blatantly look at the two of us hugging, are you still reasonable? Xiang Gong scolded with a smile.

The little white dragon secretly pinched a little flesh on Xiang Gong's back, Xiang Gong suddenly changed color, but he didn't dare to scream, he could only smile bitterly: "Yu'er, you ......"

The little white dragon raised his head, "What's wrong with me?" He twisted his fingers as he spoke.

Xiang Gongqiang smiled and said, "It's nothing, I want to ask you, what is the name of the gift that the nine-headed worm gave us." ”

Xiang Gong said, slammed his hands hard, put the little white dragon on the back of the white dragon horse, took the reins himself, but did not get on the horse, pulled the white dragon horse, and set off towards the west Zhaoli Temple.

The little white dragon smiled rarely, looked at the back that was suddenly much more stable, and said with a smile: "Purple sandalwood gilt saddle." ”

"Good name......" Xiang Gong walked, saying with or without a match, facing the direction of the setting sun, looking at the suddenly clear wilderness, step by step has never been so steady.

At the same time, he had drawn up a preliminary plan to improve his strength in his heart, and the light of the setting sun stretched his back so long, and his face was full of red light.

The road to the west is under your feet.

Back at Xizhao Lili Temple, the first thing Xiang Gong did was to grab Wukong's shoulder, which made Wukong look confused.

"Teach me kung fu!"

Xiang Gong's eyes were very familiar to Wukong, and Wukong was only stunned for a moment before nodding.

Starting from Zamabu and starting from that day, it was the first time that Xiang Gong was so eager to improve his strength rather than improve the level of the system.

"The head is in the sky, the feet are on the ground, a thread is hanging in the air, and the chest and back are full of true qi...... Wukong's voice was repeated again and again, and Xiang Gong's sweat condensed drop by drop.

Xiang Gong didn't think much about it this time, he didn't have to be a martial arts master, he just wanted to be able to protect the people around him and protect himself.

has a foundation in Sanda, and Xiang Gong's progress every day is very obvious, so that a strict master like Wukong can't help but admire his talent.

But Xiang Gong was constantly warning himself, "I'm just an entourage, doing trivial things, what I need is time, is to constantly temper myself, calm down, stabilize my mind, wait a few more days, wait for Li Daoli!" ”

That's right, Xiang Gong these days, in addition to tempering himself, is to go out with Hei Feng to do some small business of collecting waste items, and by the way, from past merchants, inquire about the news of the Western Turks and the pro-team.

At the end of the first year of Zhenguan, it rained heavy snow that had been rare for many years, and the shortcut to the snake mountain was also buried by the heavy snow.

On this day, Xiang Gong was braving the goose feathers and heavy snow, playing the boxing routine that Wukong had just handed over in the small courtyard of the black wind......

"The real in the virtual, the real in the virtual, the intention of the virtual fist is not forceful, and the real intention will be ......"

Every time Xiang Gong reads a sentence, it is a punch to be sent, and the flying snow in front of the fist dances in a messy trajectory, Wukong looked at it and did not speak.

"Rest!" The little white dragon said coldly, and Wukong trembled, as if the tone of the little white dragon was even colder than the flying snow outside.

Wukong nodded, and the little white dragon rarely leaked a happy look, so he asked Xiang Gong to rest.

Who knows, Xiang Gong suddenly shouted: "No need, I'll practice for a while, I always feel that something is wrong." ”

As soon as Xiang Gong's voice fell, Wukong was stunned and nodded, and the little white dragon shook his head helplessly and distressedly.

"Brother Xiang, good news, good news......" Hei Feng's panting voice came, and Xiang Gong's fist suddenly shook.

Wukong said, "Listen first." ”

Xiang Gong nodded, immediately retracted his fists, and caught up with the black wind, the black wind ran out of sweat, and even soaked his collar, and was about to speak, Xiang Gong immediately stopped: "Don't worry, go in and say!" ”

So he opened the brazier, sat on the copper stove, and put on the set of toothless tea sets that Hei Feng had collected, and Hei Feng stretched out his frozen hand, roasted the fire, and leaked a satisfied look.

"The people of the Western Turks are coming!" Black Wind gasped and said.

"Snap ......" The copper furnace fell to the ground, Xiang Gong's hand trembled, and he looked at Hei Feng in amazement and asked, "Really?" ”

Everyone, all nervous, the Western Turkic peace team, are you finally here?