Heavenly Dao Formula

When Chi was practicing, he secretly asked Liu Ruyan when no one was around.

How can I sing a song well.

The other party replied that in addition to repeated practice, he had to sing with his heart.

And this song is simply about her experience.

In Penglai's darkest moment, almost everyone believed that the past glory could not be reappeared, only she believed that the incident would usher in a turning point.

She clearly remembered the scene when she announced that she would leave Penglai and go to the six continental countries. All the residents on the island showed expressions of disbelief, and very few people agreed with this approach. Almost under the pressure of the whole island, she made preparations for no one to follow, and set a departure date.

As a result, on that day, before the morning turned white, hundreds of people stood at the door of her bedroom with large and small bags.

It is also because of their support that she has never had a single regret in the past five years.

Then if you sing with your heart, it should be regarded as singing your own story.

Looking at the crowd at the bottom of the stage who clenched their fists, when the last chorus came, the tone was pulled to the peak——

"Instead of lingering, let's burn with all our might!"

"For the good in my heart—"

"Uncompromising until you grow old!"

——This is the story of the Penglai Dragon!

The moment the sound ended, the entire square burst into thunderous applause, and many people even shed tears.

In just one song, everyone not only saw an image of forging ahead and unyielding, but also seemed to see their own shadow.

It's just that whether the two go on the same road or run in opposite directions is a matter that varies from person to person.

Mo Yun turned his head away and rubbed his eyes quietly.

Li sucked his nose again and again, not hiding his emotion at all.

Only Xia Fan and Ning Wanjun were least affected.

Needless to say, Xia Fan, but the princess didn't have that kind of nerve at all. Even if her heart was boiling, what she wanted was to compete with the enemy on the battlefield.

But no matter what, Chi's first concert was a great success.

Xia Fan thought to himself, in this way, the last obstacle for her to become an idol has been completely removed.

...

In the attic on the other side of the square.

Looking at the gradually dispersed crowd, the sons and scholars stood in front of the window, speechless for a long time.

It wasn't until everyone was almost gone that Young Master Hu murmured, "The next reception... I'll quit."

"You—what did you say?" Someone asked in surprise.

He took a deep breath and said, "I just feel that the books at home haven't been read for a long time."

"No way, you have passed the year of weak crown, and you still want to break through the provincial examination?"

"That... I also want to take a break for a while."

"Master Qi, even you—"

"Sorry, I found that I spent too much time on socializing and socializing..."

"Then what about our reception? After Zhou Dacai leaves, there will not be many people. Mr. Chen, don't you want to persuade me? Hey, Mr. Chen?"

"Just do whatever you want."

Mr. Chen smashed the wine glass on the ground, and walked out of the room without looking back, leaving the noisy voices of the crowd behind.

He didn't want his partner to find out that he had lost all face.

After leaving the attic, the cold wind at night gradually calmed him down.

It's just the song still playing in my head.

Closing his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the figure of the singer going straight forward.

Mr. Chen realized... he had been wrong a long time ago.

Or he knew it a long time ago, but he was just unwilling to face it.

It is already necessary to do your best to get a qualified ranking in the township examination, let alone the general examination where there are many capable people? This road was too difficult, and he chose to shrink back.

But the past cannot be traced back, so what can we do even if we realize it?

Mr. Chen looked up at the stars in the night sky——

He wasted so much time.

Is it too late to correct now?

...

A week later, in the dungeon of the Privy Council.

Feryn Carter was already in despair.

He knew that the elves in Jinxia City could not have language communication problems. He declared his identity to the jailer many times, hoping to be treated as a captain should, at least not to be imprisoned in this damp and dark cell, but there was no reply from there.

Not only that, the first mate, second mate, helmsman and others who were imprisoned here were taken out one after another, but except for the blood-stained anklets, which were sent back to the cell, none of them came back.

After a week of continuous detention, Feilin didn't even have the strength to shout. The only food provided here was porridge with a bad smell and a thin quilt. The mouse likes to live in such a place, but humans can't. He doesn't know whether he will be dragged out and beheaded, or will rot here like mud.

Just as he was praying for the mercy of the goddess of the moon, footsteps came from the passage.

It was not just the jailer who heard the voice.

The captain couldn't help shrinking back, leaning against the cold wall, waiting for the fate to come.

They were finally going to do it to themselves.

The jailer was the first to appear. He hung the torch on the wall, took out the key to open the cell door, and then made a gesture of please.

Then a silver-haired woman walked into the cage.

Those slender high-heeled shoes beat the ground rhythmically, which also made Filin realize that the people who came were not from the six continental countries, but citizens from the Oceanic Region!

Could it be that... the envoy of the Kingdom of Nattatin has already arrived at Jinxia City?

"Excuse me, is your Excellency..." He asked expectantly.

"Olina Okan." The woman's slightly parted lips were as red as blood under the light of the torch, which was really pretty, but it also made Ferlin's heart sink slightly.

He didn't see any sharp fangs, and the other party's ears didn't seem too long... This meant that the other party was not a nobleman of Nattatin, and he wasn't even counted as a descendant, so naturally he couldn't be an envoy of the kingdom.

"No need to guess, I believe in Hera, not on the same path as your moon god." Olina dragged a chair and sat down in front of him, "What's your name?"

"Filling Carter, the captain of the Invincible, the senior general of the Fourth Fleet, I have said it countless times." The captain said angrily, "Since you are also from the Oceanic Region, you should know that prisoners should be treated differently according to their status. Require--"

"That's not up to me, Mr. Captain." Wearing this elegant court robe and talking in the language of her hometown, Olina seemed to have returned to the time when she was an ambassador, "Mainlanders don't like this, they treat Captives have their own way."

"Wh, what kind of method?" He suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"It depends on the value of the captive itself." Olina said calmly, "They don't want a ransom."

"You mean, my crew...have..."

The dragon girl shook her head, but did not answer.

But this expression already showed the answer.

Feilin gasped. His first reaction was how dare Jinxia execute high-ranking captives of the empire at will, and his second reaction was that they dared to attack even the fleet. Natatyn's name might not be very useful here. Swallowing, he looked at Olina, "Since you can't control these things, what are you doing here?"

"Interrogate you, by the way... to measure your value." Olina said while playing with her silver hair.