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The source of vitality continent, Qingyun City.

There were bursts of porcelain cracking and cursing in the main hall of the Cloud Palace, and a middle-aged man in the center of the main hall was frantically throwing everything he could touch to the ground. A group of frightened maids stood on both sides with their heads bowed, not daring to dissuade them, not daring to move.

The man's face was flushed, obviously drunk, and although the stubble spread over his face, it was still evident that he had a handsome face. This man is the current city lord of Qingyun City, Qingyu.

"Waste! a bunch of ungrateful waste!" Qingyu scolded drunkenly, pointing at the maids around him.

The maids all lowered their heads and did not dare to squeak, they only hoped that the "rescuers" who went out to invite would come quickly.

It didn't take long for the sound of hurried footsteps at the entrance of the main hall to relieve the group of worried maids. The people who came were the old city lord's wife, Mu Ning, and the university scholar Bodoer, who they had notified.

Mu Ning saw the man who was throwing things frantically in the hall, and asked with a cold face, "What's the matter?"

The maid closest to her hurriedly whispered, "Madame Hui, city lord...... The city lord started to do this when he came back, and he was afraid that he had drunk too much. ”

"Let's help him to his room first, give him some medicinal soup that is easy to sleep in, and let him rest for a few days. The scholar Bodor looked so sad that he guessed even if the maid didn't say it.

Several maids worked together to help Qingyu, who was struggling hard, out of the main hall. Thinking of the dragon boy who used to be powerful in all directions, and now even a few maids can subdue him, Mu Ning shook his head helplessly.

Fifteen years have passed in a hurry like a white horse.

Over the years, the pain of losing his father and lover has made Qingyu's temper more and more irritable, and his behavior has become more and more ridiculous. Many years ago, he handed over the affairs of Qingyun City to Bodore, and he lived a life of drinking and dreaming of death all day long. Five years ago, on the day of his father's sacrifice (note 1), when Qingyu found that there were so few guests who had attended, he was furious and ordered to attack the Terran forces who did not come to the ceremony. However, in everyone's opinion, Qingyu's order is a joke. He is afraid that he has long forgotten that he is a human race with the blood of Qinglong, and he has also forgotten that he is the lord of a city, and he only remembers where he can get drunk and rest. When everyone thought that Qingyun City was going into decline, the strong rise of a teenager rekindled everyone's hope in this ancient Terran family.

The next day, the sky was still bright, and the air was still filled with the fragrance of the first dew, and the sound of weapons intersecting sounded in the cloud palace martial arts arena.

A heavily armed guard in armor and a sword in his hand was barely fending off the onslaught of his opponent, who was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy on the other side. The young man had a calm expression, his eyes were focused, he was dressed in light and neat clothes, and he was able to attack and dodge with ease with the short sword he practiced in his hand. As the speed and strength of the boy's attack continued to increase, the guard became more difficult, and it seemed that the guard would be defeated in less than ten moves.

"Bang dang. ”

As expected, after the young man attacked continuously, he used a move to disarm, and the guard's long sword was knocked to the ground.

The guard panted and lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing a bronzed complexion with a resolute and grim expression. The guard bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Young Master Qingtian's swordsmanship is really getting more and more powerful, and his subordinates are convinced. ”

There was not the slightest flattery in the guard's words, and his tone was sincere. As the captain of the sword guard team in Qingyun City, his swordsmanship can also rank among the entire human race, but he can't pass a hundred moves in the competition with Qingtian. What's even more terrifying is that every time he competes with Optimus, he will find that Optimus is making rapid progress. Maybe others will say that it is because Qingtian has the Qinglong bloodline, but only the captains of the guards who accompany Qingtian to practice every day know that talent is important, but the hard work of the day after tomorrow is even more important, otherwise how can another person who also has Qinglong's bloodline be no different from ordinary people......

The aftermath of the guard's convincing heart was still echoing, and anyone would be happy to hear such a compliment, but Qing Tian's grim face was expressionless, and he said, "Uncle Bamu, you have won the award. The reason why my swordsmanship has improved so quickly is because you practice with me so early every day. ”

Although Optimus calls the captain of the guard uncle, it is only an honorific title for age, and there is no blood relationship.

When Ba Mo heard the young man call him like this, he couldn't close his mouth even more happily, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly changed his words and shouted: "It is a great honor for my subordinates to accompany the young city lord to practice swords. ”

When Dynamom heard Bamat call him, his face suddenly turned slightly bright, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"Uncle Bamu, you can call me Qingtian, but please don't call me the Young City Lord. Qing Tian looked thoughtfully at the Cloud Palace not far away, his eyes stayed on a room at the top of the Cloud Palace, and he saw that the windows were closed, and then he settled down.

Captain Bamu followed Optimus's gaze, he knew who lived there, he knew what Optimus was worried about. Then he turned his head and said firmly, "Young Master, it's not just me who thinks so, but the captains of the spear guards and the bow guards all think so. Why is that kid fighting with you for the young city lord? It is your existence that has brought the declining Qingyun City back on track. Although it is still far from the capital of the pastor, I believe that under your leadership, our Qingyun City will one day become the first of the Terran powerhouses......! Besides, that person's appearance is obviously not our Terran ......"

"Don't say it, who told you that I want to compete with him for the young city lord? If that kid likes to be the one who wants to be, let him be, the key is...... Does he like it?" said Qingtian quietly, looking at the closed window.

As he spoke, the closed window was suddenly pushed open. A sleepy teenager with unkempt hair as grass leaned against the window, stretching and yawning.

The boy yawned, and a pair of unusual blue eyes were looking around.

"Yo, the early bird has bugs. The boy suddenly found Qingtian standing on the martial arts field, so he said with interest.

A rare smile appeared on his face when he saw the young man leaning out.

"Sora, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. ”

It turned out that the owner of that room was Qingtian's younger brother, the second young master of Qingyun City, Qingkong.

Qingkong waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I thought it was noon?"

"Aha, that's not ...... Is it Captain Ba Wei?" Qingkong exclaimed exaggeratedly as if he hadn't seen Ba Mo standing next to Qing Tian at first.

"Second young master, the subordinate is called Ba Mo, not Ba Wei. Ba Mo bowed slightly, and corrected with an embarrassed face.

"Oh, oh...... Oh, whatever, next time I'll call you Ba Mo Wei or Ba Wei Mo, so that you won't be called wrong, haha, I'm really a genius. ”

While laughing, he suddenly found two people holding weapons in their hands, and shouted, "Practice swords, I said that Qingtian's swordsmanship is so much better than mine, it turns out that you are secretly practicing." Anyway, who made me talented? If someone is not talented, then it depends on the hard work of the day after tomorrow. Okay, don't bother you to practice hard, I asked a friend to go to Dongcheng, and I heard that there is a new batch of fresh goods......"

Qingkong didn't give the two people below a chance to speak, and before the words fell, the window was long gone.

Optimus shook his head and smiled bitterly as he looked at the window where the figure had disappeared. And Ba Mo's body on the side trembled slightly, how to say that he is also a captain of the guard with status, although there is a relationship between the monarch and the minister, but it is difficult for anyone to accept the fact that he is changed his name at will. Why is it that the children of the same city lord only come out in different order before and after, and the difference is so big?

"Young Master Qingtian, do you think that such a person who can only speak quickly can support such a large family, if Qingyun City is handed over to him, wouldn't it be ......," Ba Mo said sadly.

"Alright, today's sword practice is over, you can go back. Optimus interrupted him and turned to leave.

Bamat stood there awkwardly, not knowing where he had said something wrong. In the hearts of several commanders and captains who were close to him, Optimus was already their future city lord. He was already honored as a Terran at a young age, and deservedly became the first person of the young generation of the Terran race, and it was very likely that he would be promoted to the Captain before the coming-of-age ceremony, this was the second Captain in their Qingyun City, and this first Captain had already become a well-known drunkard. Although the operation of Qingyun City has improved during the period when the Bodor University scholar is in charge of the affairs of the city, if a family does not have a master in charge, then the family will not be able to gain a foothold in the human race. The Qinglong bloodline has always been passed down from generation to generation, and now there are only two brothers in Qingyun City who have the Qinglong bloodline, but no one will pin their hopes on Qingkong, who is idle all day.

Note 1: Ritual refers to the ritual held every ten years after the death of a powerful person in the world of Longtu.