The principle that the strong are respected is valid no matter what and where.

Shen Zichen was dumbfounded, he felt that the world suddenly took on a new look, the world was so big, there seemed to be infinite possibilities.

He must awaken his life.

Lan Weicheng could see what Shen Zichen was thinking.

She didn't speak, just reached out and touched Shen Zichen's head.

There are many people who desire to awaken before the age of eighteen, and there are also many people who choose to commit suicide at the age of eighteen.

She was afraid that if she said too much and gave him too much expectation, she would plant a curse.

But not everyone who can't cultivate can be as calm and calm as Leng Mingyue.

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The rest of the day, although not a lot of fun, is quite interesting.

It was probably Lan Weicheng's personality that infected Shen Zichen, and the smile on Shen Zichen's face increased a lot.

The little skirt on his body was also changed halfway.

Leng Mingyue saw all this in her eyes, but she thought about other things in her heart:

What if Shen Zichen awakens his talent and doesn't look down on her as a master?

If you worship someone else as a teacher, what should the famous teacher system do?

He is not yet mentally mature, and perhaps he worships her as a teacher, but it is just a whim.

[Please trust the host in the famous teacher system.] 】

The system said this coldly.

Leng Mingyue raised her eyebrows and did not refute for the time being.

Inside the carriage, Lan Weicheng lifted the curtain and looked at it, and said to the coachman: "The front is a little Cangguan, right?" Put me down. ”

Diancang Pass is a checkpoint outside the Imperial Capital City, and there are soldiers guarding outside the pass.

Once you enter here, you will officially enter the Imperial Palace.

There is also a post station in the passenger, which can be used by passers-by to rest and replenish.

"Okay." The coachman stopped the carriage and did not dare to hesitate.

Although he didn't understand why the cultivator who opened the martial sect was willing to sit in a carriage for several days, he was just a coachman, and people just had to give money.

"Sister, I have to go to see the old man, so I won't go to the imperial capital with you."

After getting out of the carriage, Lan Weicheng stretched her limbs, and her joints made a slight sound, "How can I contact you when I turn around?" ”

After saying this, Lan Weicheng looked annoyed.

In the end, she didn't know why Leng Mingyue went to the imperial capital and patronized to tease Shen Zichen.

"No need to contact." Leng Mingyue thought for a while and replied:

"It shouldn't be long before I'm back in Ivory Village."

She came to Dijing to inherit the family business.

If the family business is gone, you need to return to Ivory Village in time to report the matter to your father and mother to see how she plans to deal with it, and then make further plans.

Of course, she won't admit that she just wants to go back to farming and raising chickens.

"Then goodbye to Ivory Village!" Lan Weicheng waved her hand: "Little guy Shen, sister will rub your face next time!" ”

Shen Zichen's head was full of black lines.

Before leaving, Lan Weicheng also specially told the coachman:

"My sisters are delicate and frail, and the little ones are also young, you should drive steadily, don't make any mistakes."

This is also a warning.

The coachman who understood the voice-over hurriedly smiled: "How dare you, how dare you." ”

After that, the blue and orange toes connected the dots, and in a few breaths, they left everyone's field of vision.

"Cold girl." The coachman led the horse and said honestly: "Let's also rest at the post station in Diancangguan, I have no water in the pot." ”

"Hmm." Leng Mingyue led Shen Zichen towards the post station.

The coachman went to settle the carriage first.

Because Diancangguan is a necessary place for outsiders to go to the imperial capital of Yanguo, there are many people in the post station in the pass, and there are all kinds of three religions and nine streams.

It was noon, and the aroma of the food greatly aroused people's appetite.

"What do you want to eat at noon?" Leng Mingyue's footsteps did not stop, and the target was the front desk of the post station.

"Zichen wants to eat—"

Before Shen Zichen finished speaking, a crimson wine jar was thrown from the right side and smashed in front of Leng Mingyue's shoes.

With a bang, the wine jar shattered to the ground, blocking Leng Mingyue's way.