He Qinghuan became serious: "He can tell the Han Kingdom that didn't exist at all two thousand years ago, and easily convince the daughter of the master of the Shenji Pavilion, at the age of eighteen, only he was born to know that it can be explained."

In addition, he was able to control the spirit on his first attempt, and he accurately separated the five elements of spiritual energy within three hours, and his qualifications were comparable to that of ordinary people.

As for holding the god without hurting it, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Before he left this morning, he asked me what material I used to make the scabbard for the godslayer, and the knife went straight into his palm and merged with him!

You must know that the master used his own efforts to nurture it for ten years to achieve such an effect. ”

"So, it's him?" Mo Da's body trembled slightly, and he seemed to be very excited.

He Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at the rising sun that had just emerged in the east, and after a while, he let out a long breath: "Although this son has a temperament and often acts contrary to etiquette, he has great ambitions and thinks about the world, even if it is not him, the old man is willing to bet on him."

Middle-earth is less than twenty years away from the next catastrophe, and the old man can't afford to wait, and he doesn't dare to wait any longer. ”

"That's him!" Mo Da squeezed his crutches hard, and said with red eyes: "Back then, when the Nine Great Temples besieged and killed the Lord, everyone thought that he had been bewitched by strange beasts and fell into madness, and even the old slave was shaken.

Finally! That man finally appeared, and the prophecy of the Lord was true, and the old slave was so happy that he was wrong......"

"Why isn't that the old man?" He Qinghuan sighed, "When he proposed to go to the treasure house last night, I even wished that he would be killed by the godslayer for a moment.

Because only then can I continue to deceive myself that my master's prophecy was wrong, and that twenty years from now, Middle-earth will not suffer a catastrophe far greater than the last one.

The gods descend to earth, and heaven punishes the world...... It's chilling to think about! ”

Mo Da was silent for a long time, and his expression slowly became resolute: "This son is the fate of the world, and he must not die early!" I heard that his inheritance of the Eight Extremes Palace is hindered, and he is surrounded by tigers and wolves, so we must send someone to protect him. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Mo Tu, who had been standing silently behind him.

……

After breakfast, the hero wasted a lot of effort to coax the family Qiao to leave with Fubo obediently.

Standing on the side of the road, watching the little girl's teary eyes sticking out of the car window getting farther and farther away, he felt very uncomfortable.

"I know that you have a good relationship with your maid, but I didn't expect it to be so good, can't you even stand the separation for half a month?" Peng Qi next to him couldn't help but quip, "Since you like to be like this, why don't you want her?" Anyway, sooner or later, the girls in the room will have to be concubines. ”

"Senior brother looks down on people too much, right?! Is the little brother like such a useless person? The hero pouted.

"Then what do you mean by your inseparable crying face?"

The hero snorted his teeth: "It's not that it's hard to give up, it's that the younger brother doesn't like this kind of involuntary difference." ”

Peng Qi was stunned for a moment before he realized the meaning of his words, sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Senior Ancestor, his old man is also starting from the overall situation, after all, your previous reputation was not very good.

Listen to Senior Brother, don't take it too seriously, you are in the limelight in the Academy Palace this time, and naturally no one will dare to despise you after returning to the city. ”

"Senior brother still fools me like a three-year-old child?" The hero snorted coldly, "If the old man just doesn't want me to inherit the Baji Palace, just say it, the little brother won't even protest too fiercely, can he be forced to die?" ”

Peng Qi was speechless, only to sigh again.

The two stood on the side of the road for a while, until the carriage had completely disappeared at the end of the road, and then turned back.

Back in front of the gate of the school palace, the hero finds a child kneeling in the corner.

The child was about ten years old, dark-skinned and very thin. The clothes he was wearing had turned white from being washed so many times, and were patched in several places, but they were clean and tidy.

It was clear that the child came from a poor family and had a hardworking mother who loved him.

"What's going on?" The hero asked the old handyman of the janitor.

"Mr. Hui's words," replied the old handyman respectfully, "that child is from Niujia Village at the foot of the back mountain, and half a year ago when the school palace was opened, he brought a goat over and said that he wanted to study.

At that time, in addition to him, there were several other children from Emiya Town. They all came with their parents, and when they saw him alone, they laughed at him and bullied him. He was angry, but held back and didn't say a word.

When Deacon Mo saw this, he told them that the school palace would only select one person from among them and let them fight, and whoever won would be able to enter the palace to study. ”

What kind of human thing is this?

The hero frowned: "Which Deacon Mo?" ”

"Deacon Motu." The old handyman replied.

Sure enough, it was him! It didn't look like a good thing to look at him last night!

The hero narrowed his eyes: "Go on, what happened later?" ”

"He won!" The old handyman obviously remembered this incident vividly, and said excitedly, "The other children know each other, and the five beat him, but they haven't beaten him yet." ”

"In that case, then why didn't he enter the Academy Palace, but knelt here?" Peng Qi asked curiously.

"Because there was a child who was almost killed by him, Deacon Mo wanted to take him in, but the gentlemen of the school palace did not agree, and the parents of those children protested, so the matter was over.

Since then, he has been running and kneeling every few days, and when someone asks him, he says he wants to study, but he can't get rid of it.

When the mountain chief saw that he was pitiful, he told us not to drive him any more, and asked the canteen to send someone to bring him food, but he refused to eat it, saying that he wanted to take it home to his mother and sister. ”

The old handyman sighed, "It's a good boy, but it's too ruthless, in the words of the gentlemen, it's too heavy, and I'm afraid of polluting the Wenhua spirit of the school palace, and it's unbearable."

Alas...... It's a pity! ”

"Fart!"

The hero scolded and frightened the old handyman.

"It's obviously a bastard with the surname Mo doing a bastard thing, it's just a matter of talking, and it's unreasonable to splash dirty water on the child!"

He angrily came to the child and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The boy was not afraid of him at all, kowtowed first, and then said, "My surname is Cao, and my name is Cao Ergou." ”

Cao ......

The hero's anger was instantly extinguished by this simple name, the corners of his eyes twitched, maintaining a serious appearance, and he stretched out his hand and said: "Lao Tzu is called a hero, and he is also a gentleman of the Xue Palace."

Come, follow Lao Tzu in, if others don't teach you, I'll teach! ”

Cao Ergou was overjoyed: "Thank you, sir!" Thank you sir! Thank you sir! ”

With a bang, he slammed his head before he stood up and deliberately slapped the dirt off before carefully putting his hand into the hero's palm.

With just this one detail, the hero can conclude that Cao Ergou is a good boy, what kind of foul Wenhua anger, bullshit!

"Sir, I've heard people say that as long as you become a student of the Academy, you can get fifty yuan every month, is it true?"

The hero who was pulling him into the door with a majestic spirit staggered.

"Boy, you want to go to the palace to study, won't it be for the fifty yuan?!"

"Why else? Reading is very delayed herding sheep. ”

The hero really fell headlong, and then Peng Qi began to laugh very unscrupulously.