He Qinghuan came to a serious conclusion: "He could tell the Han Kingdom that did not exist at all two thousand years ago, and easily convinced the daughter of the Lord of the Shenji Pavilion. At the age of eighteen, only one who was born to know could explain it.

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

As for holding the God-killing without hurting it, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

Before he left this morning, he asked me what materials to use to make a scabbard and place it in the killer. The knife actually drilled into his palm and merged with him!

You know, the master used his own hard work to nourish it for ten years before he achieved such an effect."

"So, it's him?" Mo Da's body trembled slightly, as if he was very excited.

He Qinghuan looked up at the rising sun just emerging in the east, and after a moment he let out a long sigh: "Although this boy is erratic and often acts contrary to etiquette, he has great ambitions and aspirations to the people of the world. Even if it is not him, I am willing to bet on him.

Middle Earth has less than twenty years left before the next catastrophe. I can’t afford to wait and dare not wait any longer.”

"That's him!" Mo Da pulled down his crutch and said with red eyes: "At that time, the nine temples surrounded the master and killed him, everyone thought he had been bewitched by a strange beast and fell into madness. Even the old slave had been shaken.

Finally! That person finally appeared. The Lord’s prophecy was true. I am so happy that I was wrong..."

"Isn't that the same?" He Qinghuan sighed, "When he proposed to go to the treasure house last night, I had a moment in my heart that even hoped that he would be killed by the god-killing god.

Because only then can I continue to deceive myself and think that Master’s prediction is wrong. Twenty years later, Middle Earth will not encounter a great disaster far exceeding the last time.

The gods descended to earth, and the punishment of heaven came to the world... It makes people shudder when I think about it!"

Mo Da was silent for a long time, and his expression slowly became firm: "This son is in the fate of the world, and he must not die prematurely! He heard that his inheritance of the Baji Palace was hindered, and his body was surrounded by tigers and wolves. We must send someone to protect him."

As he said that, he turned around and looked at Mo Tu who had been standing silently behind him.

...

After breakfast, the hero was so excited that he coaxed Jiaqiao to leave with Uncle Fu.

Standing by the roadside, he felt very uncomfortable as the little girl poked out the car window and tearful eyes became more and more distant.

"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 joke, "Since you like this, why don't you want her? Anyway, the girl in the Tongfang family will be a concubine sooner or later."

"Senior brother looks down on people too much, right?! Do you look like such a frivolous person?" The hero curled his lips.

"Then what does your face of being so sad that you can't stand and cry?"

The hero sucked his teeth and said, "It's not that he is hard to part with it, but that I don't like this involuntary distinction."

Peng Qi was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant, sighed, patted his shoulder and said, "Master, he is also starting from the overall situation. After all, your reputation was not very good.

Listen to my senior brother, don’t take it too seriously. You are making a big splash in the school this time, and naturally no one dares to look down on you after returning to the city."

"Senior brother is fooling 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, it's fine. I won't even protest too fiercely. Can you force me to death?"

Peng Qi was speechless and could only sigh again.

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

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

The child was about ten years old, with dark skin and very thin. The clothes he wore had turned white due to washing too many times. They were patched in several places, but they were very clean and tidy.

It is obvious that this child is from a poor family and has a hard-working mother who loves him.

"What's going on?" the hero asked the old servant who was guarding the door.

"Reply to Mr.," the old servant replied respectfully, "The child is from Niujia Village at the foot of the back mountain. At the opening ceremony of the school, he brought a goat over and said he wanted to study.

At that time, in addition to him, there were several other children from Emiya Town. They all followed their parents and laughed at him when they saw him alone. He was very angry, but he held back and said nothing.

When Deacon Mo saw this, he told them that the Academy only picked one person from them and asked them to fight. Whoever wins will be able to go to the palace to study."

What's this what people do?

The hero frowned: "Which deacon?"

"Deacon Mo Tu." The old servant replied.

It was him! I didn’t look like a good thing when I saw him last night!

The hero narrowed his eyes: "Continue, what will happen later?"

"He won!" The old servant obviously remembered this incident freshly and said excitedly, "The other children knew each other, and five beat him, but they never beat him."

"Since that's the case, why didn't he enter the academy and instead kneel here?" Peng Qi asked curiously.

"Because a child was almost beaten to death by him, Deacon Mo wanted to accept him, but the gentlemen in the school disagreed, and the parents of the children protested, so the matter was left unresolved.

Since then, he would come and kneel down every few days. Someone asked him and said he wanted to study, but he couldn't even drive him away.

Seeing that he was pitiful, the leader of the mountain asked us not to drive him away. He also asked the Chentang to send someone to deliver food to him, but he refused to eat, saying that he wanted to take it home to his mother and sister."

The old servant sighed, "He is a good boy, but he is too ruthless. In the words of gentlemen, he is too harsh to be too harsh to destroy the literary spirit of the school and cannot be cultivated.

Alas... What a pity!"

"fart!"

The hero cursed, scaring the old servant.

"It's obviously a bastard who is a bastard named Mo, so it's fine if you don't keep your word, but you have to throw dirty water on your child. It's simply outrageous!"

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

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

Cao...

The hero's anger was extinguished by this simple name in an instant. His eyes twitched, maintaining a serious look, and stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Hero, and he is also considered a gentleman from the Academy.

Come, follow me in. If others don’t teach you, I will teach you!”

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

After three times, he stood up and slapped the soil off, and then he carefully put his hand into the hero's palm.

With just this detail, the hero can conclude that Cao Ergou is a good child, and his dirty and literary spirit is not a mess!

"Sir, I heard that as long as you become a student in the school, you can get fifty cents a month, isn't it true?"

The hero who was pulling him into the door with great courage staggered.

"Boy, you want to go to the palace to study, but you won't be that fifty cents, right?"

"Otherwise, why else? Studying is a waste of herding sheep."

The hero really fell head-on, and Peng Qi started laughing unscrupulously behind him.
Chapter completed!