Late at night, three o'clock in the morning.

Although it is late at night, Nancheng is notoriously a city that never sleeps.

Tan Hao and Yang Kang were walking down the street, and they refused Wen Jie's request to send them.

"Kangwa...... Tan Hao looked at the bustling night scene of the city in front of him, and suddenly sighed and said, "What do you think I can do in the future?"

"You work part-time, earn money, open a small shop, and then your wife and children will heat the kang. Yang Kang said.

Tan Hao couldn't help but smile: "Do you know? When I was kicked out by the landlord that day, I secretly swore that I would definitely get ahead in the future and let these dog-eyed people see it! But then I calmed down, and I found that I didn't know anything about Tema!"

"Man, be confident. Yang Kang patted Tan Hao's shoulder: "Didn't you know that Wen Jie, he will be one of your contacts in the future." There are also Jiang Tao and Mu Youqian, they are both famous rich second generation or second generation officials in Nancheng, making friends with them will also help you in the future. ”

"Thank you. Tan Hao said silently in his heart. He didn't ask Yang Kang why he knew such a character, everyone has their own secrets, he only knew that his brother would not harm him.

Back in the dormitory, Tan Hao didn't lie down to sleep, he meditated and breathed, and the thunderous gurgling of Fu Xiaosi and the others seemed to have no effect on him.

Although it was late at night, Tan Hao still didn't feel the slightest tiredness and sleepiness.

On the contrary, he felt that there was an indescribable power in his body at this time, and he seemed to have an inexhaustible power, was it the reason for the relic?

Tan Hao stood on the balcony, condescendingly looking at Nancheng at night, only feeling full of pride in his chest.

He felt that he should conquer something, but he did not know what he could conquer.

Tan Hao is like an ignorant newborn, facing this vast and complex world, he doesn't know what earth-shattering achievements he will achieve in the future, and he doesn't know that he is like a silkworm chrysalis that is struggling in a cocoon, silently waiting for the moment when he comes out of the cocoon.

In fact, Tan Hao now has great strength in every gesture, and he has never cultivated very specially, but the majesty of the true yuan in his body has surpassed the vast majority of cultivators in this world. It's a big joke that you have a lot of treasures but are worried about your future survival!

In this world, is there anything more remarkable than cultivating himself to surpass mortals and become an immortal?

Tan Hao had something in his heart and thought about it a lot, and he didn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn.

The next day, Tan Hao was woken up by the ringtone of the mobile phone, he grabbed the mobile phone in a daze, and said impatiently: "Hey, the widow is going to bed now, there is something to play, nothing to retreat!"

"Widow, widow, you are big! I see that you are a man with a thousand cuts!" a cold voice came.

Tan Hao rubbed his eyes and smiled bitterly: "Qiu Da Beauty, what's the matter? I remember that I took a leave of absence." ”

Qiu Mo Ning said angrily: "Your fake is gone, come over quickly." ”

Damn, if you say no, you don't have it, you're squeezing employees!

.....

Tan Hao came to Qiu Moning's office, he walked to the door and looked inside, but saw a fair woman wearing a long white dress and transparent tulle, sitting at a desk with her back to him.

This woman, Tan Hao, knew just by looking at her back that it was Qiu Moning.

Under the soft light, Qiu Moning's back looks hazy and soft, dusty and elegant. In front of her was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and a slender hand was holding a brush, and her snow-white wrist was as smooth and clear as jade in the light.

For a while, Tan Hao was stunned, he seemed to see the flying fairy on the Dunhuang mural walking out of the painting, and a beautiful woman with just her back was in front of her, gently grinding the ink, slowly lifting the pen, flowing and elegant and graceful.

Tan Hao held his breath, he didn't even dare to disturb Qiu Mo Ning, lest he make a little louder noise, and he would ruin this beautiful and peaceful picture.

He walked over softly, and crossed Qiu Moning's shoulder to see the words written in front of her.

I saw a stack of rice paper spread on the desk, Qiu Mo's wrist turned gently, and the tip of the brush quickly wrote a poem on the rice paper.

Meteors flash and are affectionate

Tactful words mourn and be polite

The dream of the red dust is the end of the world

There is no victory or defeat in love and killing

After Qiu Mo Ning finished writing, she looked at the beautifully written poem in a daze, and was stunned, until the brush she was carrying dripped a drop of ink on the rice paper, dyeing a black ink spot, she woke up, thought about it, and wrote a name on the ink dot, Li Qinghe, after a while, she frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and wrote a name next to Li Qinghe: Tan Hao.

After Qiu Moning finished writing, she slowly put the pen on the pen stand, sighed softly, she looked at the poem and these two names on the table in a daze, and couldn't help but be stupid when she looked at it for a while.

Tan Hao stood behind Qiu Mo Ning and looked at this poem, although he felt strange in his heart, he faintly felt that what he was talking about in this poem was himself.

It's a strange feeling, but he just feels like he's writing about himself for no reason.

I don't know how long it has been, Tan Hao coughed lightly.

Qiu Moning suddenly tightened, instantly crumpled the paper in front of him, turned around violently, and shouted in a low voice: "Who?"

She turned around, pinching the paper ball in one hand, and a faint golden streamer swirling in the other, as if there was an extremely powerful spell to be released in the next second, giving people a thunderous blow.

Qiu Mo Ning saw Tan Hao at a glance, and was stunned: "Why didn't you knock when you came in?"

Tan Hao coughed dryly, and asked instead of answering, "Did I knock on the door when I came in before?"

Qiu Mo Ning relaxed her nerves, and the faint golden streamer in her hand slowly disappeared, but the other hand subconsciously pinched the paper ball in her hand, the roots of her ears were slightly red, and her expression was obviously a little embarrassed but she pretended to be okay and asked, "Then how long have you been here?"

Tan Hao wanted to ask her what the poem meant, but when he saw her like this, he was embarrassed to ask again and said, "I just came here for a while." ”

Qiu Mo Ning suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, quietly hid the paper ball in his hand behind him, pretended to be indifferent, and said lightly: "There is a meeting in the afternoon, and tomorrow we all have to go to Xuance Palace." You also happened to go and see the Nancheng Cultivation Realm. ”

"Xuan Ce Palace?"