Nineteen years of King Chu Hui. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Qikun walked out of the Xiu Mu Palace and left the Chu Palace under the leadership of the temple people. The gate of the palace was already empty, and even the three members of the martial arts courtyard quietly left. Looking at the empty and dark streets, as well as the silent mansions on both sides, Lu Qikun's mood was extremely complicated.

Looking back at the magnificent palace of the King of Chu behind him, Lu Qikun couldn't help but feel painfully lost, it was just one night, he lost a lot of things, but he also gained a lot of things.

"General" Lu Qikun laughed at himself.

This is a military position given by the king of Chu himself, and it is also a military position that is not recorded, that is to say, only the king of Chu knows about it, and the court will not recognize it. However, Lu Qikun naturally doesn't care about the false name, and what makes Lu Qikun care is the meaning of this martial arts, the hope of thousands of people in the Central Plains, and the unbearable responsibility of Lu Qikun at his age.

Pedal Pedal ~~~~

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, making Lu Qikun turn around suddenly, and the whole person suddenly became nervous.

The snow began to fall again at some point, and there was a thin layer of snow on the clean main street of Hokamiya. A man dressed in a crisp white suit appeared from the end of the dark street. That handsome face was enchanting and charming, and the temperament that exuded it was colder than winter. But what really made people care was the sword in the man's hand, glowing with cold light in the dark night, and blood dripping to the ground.

Lu Qikun was stunned and exclaimed, "Teacher"

The fog came to Lu Qikun's side and looked up at the Chu Palace in front of him. The vermilion palace walls are not tall, and the delicate palace gates are not solid. The palace of diligent government, the symbol of Great Chu, is so dazzling that it stands in the nine heavens. In the eyes of many people, the palace of Chu represents power and ambition, but in the eyes of the fog, it represents blood and white bones.

The fog that silently stared at the Chu Palace's palace was frightening, and even if Lu Qikun didn't do anything wrong, he was like a child who made a mistake, standing beside the fog with his head bowed and uneasy.

Retracting his gaze, the fog looked at Lu Qikun, his tone was still as usual, and he said coldly, "What are you afraid of?"

Lu Qikun lowered his head and was silent, not daring to look at the fog.

Fog repeats "What are you afraid of"

Lu Qikun couldn't stand his teacher's gaze, even if he lowered his head and didn't look at his teacher's gaze, it was useless at all, so he couldn't help but say, "Teacher...... I........ Fear of not being able to live up to their hopes and futures"

The fog closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and suddenly it was quiet to the extreme, even making it difficult for Lu Qikun to breathe, and he couldn't help but sweat hot and sweat in the cold winter wax moon, and a lot of fog was steamed.

"You know, I actually hate you, and even say I look down on you," said after a long time.

Lu Qikun didn't refute, only was silent, and even thought in his heart at this moment, how good it would be for him to be in the Lu family's deep house, even if he didn't have freedom and was just a waste, at least he didn't have to worry about food and housing, at least he wouldn't have such difficulties.

Wu looked at Lu Qikun's appearance, as if he knew Lu Qikun's thoughts at the moment, and then said indifferently, "Don't you want to know the reason?"

Lu Qikun didn't know how to answer, and even said that he knew the reason in his heart.

"You're wrong, it's not your birth, it's not your incompetence, it's not your talent, it's your own reasons" Fog said indifferently "I don't care about your birth, I don't care what you've experienced, I hate and look down on you because you don't have self-confidence, you don't have that pride that belongs to you"

Lu Qikun suddenly looked up at the fog.

Wu looked directly at his student, sighed slightly in his heart, and couldn't help but say indifferently in a tone that "Your inferiority complex and incompetence hidden under pride and self-confidence, no matter how much you hide it, it will not help, it is fully exposing the weakness and cowardice in your heart." ”

The words of the fog were like a bolt of lightning, instantly shattering everything Lu Qikun, including his own weakness and timid pride and self-confidence.

"Teacher, then what can I do, I have lived in that hell since I was a child, my parents are sinners of the Lu family, my cousin is the reincarnation of the true dragon, it is difficult for me to even survive, I need to rely on my so-called grandfather to forgive." Lu Qikun roared fiercely and angrily from a low and self-deprecating tone.

Syllable~~~~

Wu directly slapped Lu Qikun and said indifferently: "Then live proudly, live with real pride and confidence, if you want revenge, if you want to prove it, you must lose the weakness and inferiority complex in your heart and timidity, otherwise you will never be able to get out of the cell you set up for yourself." ”

"True pride and confidence," Lu Qikun muttered to himself, ignoring the pain in his cheeks.

Maybe it was to teach his students that the fog was a little excited, the snow-like face was slightly rosy, and the heart that was still silent was beating. The fog couldn't help but take a deep breath, let himself keep his normal heart, and stared at Lu Qikun, who was lost and lost.

Pedal Pedal ~~~~

The sound of a horse running sounded, and Wu looked up at the long street of the night, and a horse with pure white fur came running and came to stop in front of Wu and Lu Qikun.

The white horse was handsome and tall, his eyes were bright, and after taking a look at the fog, he immediately looked at Lu Qikun, who had lost his soul.

Lu Qikun felt the white horse's gaze and looked up at the white horse in front of him.

"Treading Cloud Dragon Horse" Wu Bing said coldly, gently stroking the white horse and continued, "Who has not been afraid, who has never been timid and weak, but these are just obstacles on your way forward, why those powerhouses in the Divine Realm are strong, not how good they were born, not how high their talents, but that they have an unwavering Dao heart"

Wu turned his head to look at Lu Qikun and said softly, "If you are still drawing a prison for the pain you once had, then you will never be able to become a real powerhouse."

After speaking, the fog took out two things from the treasure bag, a spear with an icy aura, and a armor that shimmered with silver light.

Lu Qikun was surprised, "This is"

"The dragon spear and the black iron armor used to be prepared for me, but in the end I didn't use it," Mist looked at the spear and armor and smiled bitterly.

"Teacher," Lu Qikun said softly.

Wu shook his head and looked at Lu Qikun and said, "The tradition of the Martial Academy, the graduating students will be given one thing by the Academy, this Cloud Treading Dragon Horse is a gift from the Martial Academy, and as a teacher, this Dragon Gun and Black Iron Armor are my gifts to you, and now is the time for you to choose." ”

After Wu finished speaking, he ignored Lu Qikun and walked directly to the long street of the night, disappearing into the night and the street.

Lu Qikun looked at the spear, black armor, and white horse in front of him, and he didn't know how to make a choice in his heart, afraid that timidity and weakness would grow wildly in his heart, and hesitation and helplessness were constantly intertwined in his eyes.

"You don't want to prove it, you don't want them to see, now is the best time," someone said in Lu Qikun's ear.

"Don't do this, you can't break that Senluo Hell, you can't stand up to the people in that mansion," a voice shouted.

Two voices and two wills were at war, sounding and confronting Lu Qikun's ears and mind, it was a dialogue between his weak and timid self and his longing for the future, which made Lu Qikun struggle in pain.

"I believe in you, no matter what kind of difficulties you will overcome" Qingque appeared in Lu Qikun's mind.

"Fool, no matter what, you have to live proudly" Mi Xing's words sounded in his mind.

"The old man once said that even if the world has given you all the bad things, you should be brave enough to pursue your dreams," Lin Shi said angrily.

"Look at the north, where the people are fighting blood, and they live for the faith in their hearts." Zixiang's rare serious appearance appeared in his mind.

The voices of the four people appeared in Lu Qikun's mind, as if a sharp sword slashed the timid self, and the sword-like Dao heart broke free from the shackles and smashed everything with a sword.

Lu Qikun, who closed his eyes in pain, suddenly opened his eyes, those eyes were full of true pride and confidence, and the belief and Dao heart in his heart were unprecedentedly firm. Putting on the black iron armor and grabbing the dragon gun, Lu Qikun jumped up and stepped on the cloud dragon horse.

"White Dragon, from now on, you will be called White Dragon, let us create our own myth" Lu Qikun looked firmly ahead.

The white dragon tore and disappeared into the night.