Chapter 1070 Luck
When the banquet came to an end, a small episode happened.
Feng Qiwu, who was always drinking by himself, gently swirled the wine glass with one hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Guan Zi, who was drinking and talking to the generals, and said lightly:
"If you want to be a constable, in addition to having a heart that yearns for light, you also have to have the courage to face the darkness. Are you really ready?"
This question was a bit abrupt in his words.
However, it cannot be denied that this is indeed a question that needs to be considered.
When a constable, you will inevitably see many extreme dark sides in society. Those thrilling tragedies in the news are just daily life for the constable.
The bloody tragedy and the evil of human nature are placed intuitively on this stage, revealing the cruelest truth.
Guan Zhen was silent, and the noise in the hall also became silent. Such an atmosphere seemed to be a trial in advance.
The comprehensive quality of those who come out of the Heavenly Palace Sect will never be bad. What is left depends on his psychological endurance and whether he can support him to go further on the road of constables.
"Maybe..." After pondering for a long time, Guan Zhen whispered three words, "Not yet."
"But I have confidence!" As if I was making a promise to myself, and as if I was giving everyone an explanation, Guan Zhen added quickly, "I have experienced the most desperate darkness. Since I had survived that year, I believe that there is no more difficulty to defeat me."
Moreover, that is the path my father has taken. Perhaps walking on this same path can make him closer to his father. This is also an alternative nostalgia.
Feng Qiwu drank all the wine in the glass without saying a word. When everyone thought that he would no longer continue the topic, his lips moved slightly, and an inaudible sound only reached the ears of the two people at the end.
"Learn more from your friends."
"He is a person who can see the light even in the dark."
Jian Zhiheng was a little stunned. When he looked at Feng Qiwu again, he had already turned his sight away, as if nothing had happened. But he really heard what he said just now and was really happy.
At least he accepted his own ideas a little.
This small step was a rare big step for him.
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After the banquet that day, although everyone had not made a complete peace, the situation of the general's quarantine finally disappeared, and everyone recognized Feng Qiwu's continued to serve as the head coach.
However, most people are still a little unwilling to do so when executing his orders. Even if you push me and let me, the fierce resistance will turn into a kind of "cold violence" that is negatively coping.
On this day, Feng Qiwu and Lu Hongyu each rode a war horse, and then took a team of virtual soldiers to patrol the mine veins.
This task was naturally pressed on his head after everyone's repeated refusal.
Perhaps he felt guilty. Those who refused all reminded him to take care of himself before leaving. Ye Shuo also advised him to escape immediately when he found that the situation was wrong and never be a scapegoat for Feng Qiwu.
Everyone said something very scary. It would be impossible to say that Lu Hongyu didn't care at all. Therefore, although he did feel that Feng Qiwu had changed during this period, he was inevitably a little nervous. While gently slamming the reins of the horse, he was always alert to abnormal movements around him.
When the two walked to an empty grassland, Feng Qiwu suddenly stopped.
"City Lord..." Lu Hongyu could only turn his horse's head and gallop back again, "What's wrong?"
Feng Qiwu swept around indifferently and said in a deep voice impatiently: "Didn't you notice that the situation here is wrong?"
Lu Hongyu was stunned, and his spiritual consciousness spread out of his body. After careful sensing, he could indeed sense a sense of murderous intent. That feeling was like a hunter opening the net, waiting for the slow prey to step in on its own.
"Are you buried in ambush?"
At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly complain. As he came out, he was just alert to Feng Qiwu, but ignored the changes in the external environment. If the enemy had just attacked, he might have become the first target of living!
Feng Qiwu no longer paid attention to it. Her eyes, outlined by the heavy shadow, were carefully scanning every corner of the grass. The flowers and leaves were free of wind, and they were frightened by the powerful pressure from him. The air was solemn that it seemed as if sparks would burst out, and the sense of crisis that was about to break out was swaying on every curved grass stem.
Suddenly, the grass on the opposite side slowly separated, and a group of people walked leisurely in front of them as if they were stepping into another dimension space.
There are three generals leading the team, one is Yan Yueque. Anyway, after the trial begins, he will play in every battle of all sizes, so it is not surprising that he will appear here. There are also two people who are unfamiliar with their appearance, but the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted from their bodies show their superior strength, which is not to be underestimated.
Feng Qiwu slowly turned over and dismounted, sweeping away from the faces of several people disdainfully. The two strange generals seemed to have been ignored by him as background boards. His eyes soon fell straight on the first person.
"Yan Yueque, your group A's jumping clown has come out again?"
Looking around, he joked with malicious intentions: "There are mountains and waters here, and the scenery is pleasant. Why is it the cemetery you chose for yourself?"
Yan Yueque was not angry either, and smiled slightly and replied, "I chose it for you."
"I'll introduce it to you." He pointed at a strange general beside him, "This is the astrological master of our Group A, Qi Yu. Every important war in our Group A fights, his divination is indispensable. Why not, let him calculate a divination for you too, how about it?"
Na Qi looked pretty, wearing a coarse linen, a square hat, and a banner. He looked like a fortune teller.
However, this person is indeed of some background. He was born into a famous Bagua family and learned astrology since childhood. Later, he was also a first-class outstanding child in the sect.
He had another legitimate elder brother, Qi Suan, who was the most powerful genius among the Bagua Masters. The sect's teacher once commented that with his talent, it is not impossible to calculate the unsolved mystery of the world in the future.
This sentence alone shows his profound attainments in Bagua Studies.
However, there have always been rumors in the Bagua Realm that the Bagua Realm calculates the secrets of heaven and earth, so the lifespan of the Bagua Master is generally shorter than that of ordinary people. The deeper the attainments, the more heaven and secrets you calculate, the shorter your lifespan will be. Therefore, I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a misfortune to make achievements in the Bagua Master’s rank.
This time, the two entered the Tiangong Gate together. Perhaps because of the special nature of their profession, they have always been low-key on weekdays. Even among the disciples of the same period, few people have heard of their names. This is really a rare thing among the shining young geniuses.
In the recent team trial, Qi Suan is at an important moment of breakthrough and is still recuperating behind closed doors and has not participated. However, Qi Yu is eager to break through and seek training in actual combat, so he signed up early.
On weekdays, their brothers' outfits are naturally not so sarcastic. However, as soon as they entered the trial space and looked at this antique environment, Qi Yu, with the mentality of "going to the countryside and following the customs", wore the signature costume of fortune tellers. This rustic outfit was initially made fun of by others for a while.
In contemporary society, there are many people who are known as gossip masters, but very few people can really calculate the past and present. Most of them just learn a little bit of physiognomy and come out to make a living and cheat people.
The existence of these people also turned the profession of gossip masters, which are clearly "high-end and mysterious", into a lower-class level. When many people hear about gossip masters, they will curl their lips in a conditioned manner and say: "Scammer!"
In contrast, as a Tianjuan of the Bagua Master branch, he is more respected. After all, these people know how to write programs and do things that are more "decent" to others.
At first, Qi Yu was also questioned the same. No one wanted to believe him, and they were unwilling to hand over the outcome of the war to a liar.
Qi Yu did not give up. Even though others did not read or listen to his calculations, he still tried his best to fiddle with the compass every day and calculated the good or bad luck of the war.
The results of the war were consistent with his calculations several times. At first, everyone thought it was a coincidence, but when the same coincidence happened repeatedly, everyone's attitude towards him finally changed from the initial doubt to the complete obedience. At the same time, they also believed that it was true that war did have the right time and place.
At this time, Qi Yu plucked his fingers and made improvised calculations.
"Feng Qiwu, people's luck is good or bad. Maybe you have always been smooth sailing on weekdays, but today, you will exhaust your luck here, in other words, this is your burial place."
"Goggy Master?" Feng Qiwu sneered and glanced at Yan Yueque, "I didn't expect you to believe this?"
Then, he turned to Qi Yu and said, "Since you can calculate, have you ever calculated your own death?"
Before Qi Yu could answer, he pretended to be in a daze and said, "Oh, I forgot, you gossip masters can't calculate themselves. It doesn't matter, then I'll tell you a fortune."
Even pretending to behave no longer needed. He said word by word, and said a statement of seeking his life.
"Your death...is today!"
As soon as he moved, he turned into a dark phantom, swept by several feet away, attacking like a ghost.
Everyone had seen such a strange feeling in the group battle arena.
Yan Yueque did not even move his footsteps and issued an attack order to the virtual soldiers. Looking at the virtual soldiers rushing forward, he was still holding his hands in his arms and watching leisurely.
In just a few breaths, the virtual soldiers almost died when Feng Qiwu passed by. Whether it was his poison master's methods or the powerful strength of the Tongtian realm powerhouse, it was obviously not something that these minion soldiers could deal with.
Lu Hongyu immediately reached out to hold the gun, and wanted to come forward to help, but before he could mobilize his spiritual power, a cold voice transmission penetrated into his mind.
"You don't need to interfere! I can handle these ants alone."
Since Feng Qiwu said this, if he had to force his intervention, it would probably only make him feel that he was underestimating him, and Lu Hongyu could only stop in disappointment. But at this time, his eyes were still cautiously patrolling the battlefield, and his spiritual power was always accumulated in his body, maintaining the best response state.
He always felt a little strange in the scene in front of him. The people in Group A should also know Feng Qiwu's strength, and they dared to be so generous. Excluding them being blind and arrogant, they are mostly prepared.
But Feng Qiwu is not a reckless person. He may have a perfect solution if he is not afraid of the enemy's attack... Lu Hongyu comforted himself like this for the time being.
Feng Qiwu's body was like the wind, shuttled back and forth, and in a blink of an eye, he defeated all the virtual soldiers who rushed over. Under his deliberate control, a strange scene that Lu Hongyu had never seen before also happened in front of everyone.
Those virtual soldiers who had already lie on the ground, whose life bars had dropped to zero, were clearly dead and could not die anymore, but did not turn into data and disappear as usual. Instead, under the cover of a black fog, their faces were as dark as iron, and they stood up straight, and a gloomy darkness was spreading from their bodies.
But this time, they gathered around Feng Qiwu.
After the initial shock, everyone present could see that these soldiers were refined into undead warriors.
No matter whether the enemy or us is war, there will be dead. However, under the control of the power of the Yellow Spring, these dead can all stay in the world and turn into immortal warriors. In other words, no matter how much damage the two sides suffer, they will become combat power that supplements one's side.
In addition, when these ghost soldiers are not afraid of pain, their strength will only become stronger and more difficult to deal with! If they want to defeat the leader of such an undead army, in addition to crushing with absolutely overwhelming strength, Lu Hongyu really can't imagine how to completely defeat him.
Is the ability of the undead mage... so terrifying? No wonder Feng Qiwu always acts with ease.
"Yan Yueque, thank you for giving me supplies." After feeling that the new undead warriors were all connected to their souls, Feng Qiwu smiled cruelly, like the Netherworld Death God, approaching forward step by step again, "To thank you, I will make you die more happily later."
Yan Yueque saw this method with his own eyes and was a little focused at first, but then, he showed his face again and smiled calmly: "The winner is not decided, so it is best not to say too much."
Feng Qiwu sneered: "You are my defeated player in the ring, and I don't believe you can make a big fuss!"
The palm was raised lightly, and a ball of black energy carrying the destructive air pressure slowly accumulated in his palm.
And the direction of this dangerous attack was Qi Yu, who was tying the five fingers and didn't know what to calculate!
Obviously, Feng Qiwu was very upset by the prediction of death this person made about him.
First of all, he will take action against this guy!
Chapter completed!