Early the next morning, A Ming arrived in front of the military tent where Zheng Fan was staying.
Siniang was already up, making hand-pulled noodles.
Seeing A Ming, Siniang asked:
"Want so?"
"I'll eat it if you add so blood sausage."
"Sure, I can add it."
"Really add it?"
"Add it, yeah."
"Will that be okay? My lord will eat it later too, right?"
"Of course."
"Then maybe not add it."
If it was added, and my lord ate it, well, this ti, not only would I be at the bottom of the class, but I might actually have to repeat a grade.
These are unusual tis, no room for jokes.
After a short while,
Zheng Fan ca out,
as Lord Zheng walked out of the tent, his knees were trembling and he was holding his waist.
A Ming saw this, shifted his gaze, sat down, and then looked at Siniang.
Siniang shook her head slightly.
A Ming sighed helplessly.
Everything,
was understood without words.
Lord Zheng also sat down nearby, although clearly a Sixth Rank Martial Cultivator, he honestly felt as if his waist wasn't his own anymore.
"Phew..."
Reaching out to take a bowl of noodles from Siniang's hands, Zheng Fan began to eat.
A Ming then spoke up:
"My lord, yesterday he went to see the child."
Zheng Fan nodded, not showing much surprise.
"He also had a fight with Shatuo Queshi, he can open the Second Rank like the Sword Saint."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Fan sowhat helplessly placed the noodles in front of him, suddenly finding them tasteless.
But how should I put it,
I've gotten sowhat used to it, used to being hit like this.
Of course, in this lifeti I have made so progress compared to the previous life where figures like "Daddy Ma" and "Husband Sicong" existed without any sense,
At least in this life, I've learned to "envy."
Because between us, we can asure by "distance," no matter how far, at least there is a concept.
"Shatuo Queshi is okay?" Zheng Fan asked.
"No issues, he didn't go hard on him."
"Sigh, that sounds a bit sad."
This is a mood similar to last night's when facing the blind man. Anyway, while the Sword Saint hasn't recovered, Shatuo Queshi is the highest combat power on our side.
"Alright, you guys tidy up, I'll go say goodbye to Tian Wujing."
"Okay, my lord."
After Zheng Fan left, A Ming took out his water pouch, drank a sip of blood, and said:
"This ti, it looks really difficult."
Siniang nodded and said: "Mo Wan didn't make a move either."
"Hmm."
Generally speaking, the easiest to advance among the Mo Wans are actually Siniang and Mo Wan.
One, is the person in the room;
The other, is the biological son.
When these two are at a loss, the other Mo Wans can only stand by on the sidelines, even if anxious, there's no place to exert effort.
Siniang cleaned up the pots and bowls, washed her hands with clean water, and said:
"When we return to Snow Sea Pass this ti, let's gather together for a eting."
My lord has advanced,
But this ti their advancent is no longer just a simple matter of who cos first or last.
"Coincidentally, the blind guy said the sa thing."
...
Zheng Fan arrived outside the command tent, and after being announced by the guards, he walked in.
Tian Wujing was sitting by the bed, seemingly just having gotten up, putting on his clothes.
"Prince, I'm going back to Snow Sea Pass. This ti, thank you for the training."
Zheng Fan knew why Tian Wujing specially called him over; the main purpose was to let him see this round of "scenery";
As for the advancent, it was just incidental.
It's a bit like between master and apprentice, organizing a graduation ceremony with forty thousand people's blood and corpses for oneself;
Additionally, sending oneself to deliver the order to kill prisoners, although it puts him on the Chu people's "blacklist" forever,
But it's undeniably equivalent to raising his hand and announcing to the entire Jingnan army,
that he, Zheng Fan,
could speak on behalf of Prince Jingnan.
Living two lives,
In the previous life, Zheng Fan's family wasn't particularly harmonious,
But in this life, he truly felt a sense of being cared for by "brothers" from two people.
One is Shatuo Queshi, originating from his greed during the march, plus his willingness to kowtow first with nothing to lose;
When Old Sha was alive, he didn't actually spend much ti with him, but who would have thought that after Old Sha died, he instead beca a constant companion.
The second is Tian Wujing.
Tian Wujing has been extrely accommodating to him; so things Zheng Fan didn't hide, but Tian Wujing just acted like he didn't see them.
There's actually a kind of tacit understanding that makes both sides very accustod to each other.
In fact, during "sage ti," sotis,
the mind easily goes blank.
Top-tier Third Rank experts like the Sword Saint and Tian Wujing can open the Second Rank in a short ti to obtain trendously terrifying strength.
Lord Zheng can also do it,
For example, last night,
he entered the "Saint's Realm" several tis,
then lit another cigarette freshly replenished from the blind man,
his thoughts wandering,
suddenly thinking,
if in the future Liang Cheng could tinker with Shatuo Queshi to make him as normal as he was alive, and then have Tian Wujing take his godson, everyone together, go to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to retire, it wouldn't be bad.
But after getting up in the morning,
besides a strong soreness in the waist,
when touching the armor,
he suddenly realized,
dreams are dreams, reality is ultimately reality.
Tian Wujing naturally wasn't aware of where Zheng Fan's thoughts had wandered off to, only reminded him:
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