Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Master, what else should I mention to my disciple?"

On the seaside, Wang Xuebin and Ying Zheng stood together, looking at the ups and downs of the sea, it was as hard to calm down as the hearts of the two of them.

When Wang Xuebin heard Ying Zheng's words, he shook his head slightly and said with emotion:

"Today, you have made great achievements that your predecessors cannot reach. Every decision you make is opening up a new history. The future is written by you. I can no longer mention anything you have!"

In the past seven years, he lived in a valley without caring about the world and had long lost his judgment on the world. What kind of teachings he would like to say at this time is just talking about war on paper and governing the country on keyboard.

It is better to stop talking than talking too much. The trouble of being a teacher is that Wang Xuebin has no such problem.

When Ying Zheng heard the master's words, his smug smile became much more obvious. He shook his head and pretended to be humble:

"Master praised me. I am just inheriting the legacy of my ancestors. If it weren't for the courage and perseverance of the ancestors of all generations, I would not have achieved such a great achievement!"

Wang Xuebin smiled softly when he heard this, and said nothing.

"If the master has no instructions, then the disciple will be ready to say goodbye!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's look of unwilling to say more, Ying Zheng also understood the reason in his heart, but time cannot go back to the past.

"Hmm? The food is ready. Let's go after not having a meal?"

Ying Zheng looked back when he heard this, shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"No, I came to visit my master this time just to know his current situation. Now that I know that my master is in good condition, my disciple will feel relieved!"

Wang Xuebin looked back at Qin Qing who was sitting in the pavilion worriedly paying attention to them, and nodded slightly and said:

"Since that's the case, take good care of your mother, don't forget your original intention and be a good emperor!"

"emperor?"

Wang Xuebin was stunned when he heard this. Realizing that the name had not appeared yet, he smiled and nodded, saying:

"Yes, Emperor!

The three emperors who have made great contributions and the five emperors of Degai will naturally be called emperors!"

"Emperor..."

When Ying Zheng heard this, he took out a wooden sign as smooth as new from his arms. He looked at the words of the master carving on it, nodded seriously, then raised his head and looked at the master with a bright look, and promised:

"From now on, my disciples should use this as a call and always warn themselves and will never let down the master's high expectations!"

Wang Xuebin nodded slightly when he heard this and said with a smile:

"Go, go slow down on the road!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng took a deep breath, raised his hand and bowed, bowed to the ground, bowed respectfully, and said earnestly:

"Master, take care of yourself!"

Wang Xuebin did not dodge or avoid, and received this gift calmly, looked at him with a warm gaze, showing a warm smile.

At this moment, the two finally abandoned all fakes and showed their true feelings.

After a bow, Ying Zheng turned around and walked towards the pavilion. Qin Qing, who was absent-minded in the pavilion, saw his husband coming, quickly got up to meet him, and asked carefully in his eyes.

Ying Zheng saw Qin Qing's expression, chuckled, nodded slightly, and said in a gentle voice:

"Carry it out and get ready to leave!"

Qin Qing was slightly stunned when she heard this, and without asking why, she nodded and said goodbye to several master's wives.

Ying Zheng didn't explain anything, looked at his master's wife, smiled and greeted her, turned around and walked into Zhao Ni's courtyard.

In the valley, it became silent for a moment.

After a long time, Ying Zheng, whose eyes were red, helped Zhao Ni, walk out and slowly boarded the carriage.

Qin Qing didn't understand why, but when she saw her husband's movements, she didn't neglect. She took two steps forward, carefully helped Zhao Ni, and helped her into the carriage.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and bowed respectfully to the master and his wife, turned around and left silently.

"Langjun, Zheng'er and Sister Ni are gone!"

Looking at the figure leaving the carriage, Shanrou felt very uncomfortable.

She and Wang Xuebin have no children and have always treated Ying Zheng as their biological son. Now that she sees her son leaving, she naturally won’t feel good.

"Haha, he has his responsibilities, we have our lives, we can be at peace with each other!"

Shanrou stroked her lower abdomen sadly when she heard this, shook her head and said nothing.

When Wang Xuebin saw his wife's movements, he shook his head and sighed, not knowing what to say.

After spending more than ten years together, he also wanted to have a child with his wife and enjoy the joy of family.

But unfortunately, the sky was not as good as others wished, and the three wives had nothing to do. Because of this, he even went to the hospital for a check-up of his body, but various results showed that there was no problem with his body.

Finally, I asked the system and learned that because of the particularity of life, people below the high demon world cannot be able to span the two worlds to give birth to descendants.

Only a world like Gaomo, with a profound foundation, can accommodate such children.

Moreover, once such a child is born, he is either a saint or a devil. Anyway, he is definitely a person with talent and excellent qualifications. The ordinary world cannot support the growth of this child.

After knowing the whole story, Wang Xuebin completely gave up, and then he stopped talking about his offspring in front of Shanrou's three daughters, so as not to be sad.

“By the way…”

Wang Xuebin seemed to have thought of something, and exclaimed, which scared Shanrou.

Wang Xuebin didn't care, so he took out the edict left by Ying Zheng, handed it to Shanrou, and said exaggeratedly:

"This kid Zheng'er said that he would also ask you for a title. He specifically told me to give it to you. We will all be with titles in the future. Haha, this kid is not in vain!"

Shanrou took the edict and looked at her husband with a angrily look. Every time she talked about children, her husband would change the subject and apply his clumsy skills to himself.

"snort!"

Shanrou took the edict, snorted lightly, grabbed Wang Xuebin's sleeve, and dragged it to the pavilion.

"Let's go, sisters are waiting for you to have a meal..."

Seeing Lang Jun's silly performance, Shanrou felt cheerful without even complaining. Lang Jun had never complained. What was so sad about him?

"Let's go, the soup base that the third sister has tried her best to make. Ying Zheng is not lucky. If he doesn't eat it, let's eat it, let's go!"

As he said that, he took the wife's hand and walked towards the pavilion.

Under the Zhengyang, two shadows entangled each other, reflecting the sour smell of love.

In the pavilion, Zhao Zhishanlan and his girls sat there chatting happily, and their words were all about gossip about Ying Zheng and Zhao Ni.

Wang Xuebin never told anyone about Ying Zheng’s true identity, and even his wife never mentioned it.

Among the few girls, Shanrou was aware of it, but if her husband didn't say it, she pretended to be confused and never spoke.

The scenes that happened in the valley today made the girls feel suspicious. While Wang Xuebin was away, the girls started to talk.

"Okay, stop thinking about it, dinner starts!"

When Wang Xuebin, who came to the pavilion, saw several women discussing the identity of the General Ying Zheng, he quickly stopped him and changed the subject.

But the girls present were all familiar with him and could not be familiar with him anymore. How could they not see Wang Xuebin's perfunctory behavior?

The girls who guessed the truth looked at each other and remained silent.

This truth is really terrifying. If it spreads, the newly unified world may collapse immediately and wars will surround.

The girls were all from the war years, and they really didn't want to see the turbulent situation again. They all pressed the truth in their hearts and kept silent.

Wang Xuebin looked around and shook his head slightly, without explaining anything. With a wave of his long sleeves, the bottom of the hot pot ignited a flame out of thin air.

In just a moment, the soup base in the pot rolled up.

"Okay, OK, let's have a meal!"

The walls of the valley slowly closed, slowly surrounding the valley into a paradise. In the carriage traveling in the distance, Ying Zheng seemed to have some sense. He looked back and stopped paying attention.

"Mom, I have prepared your favorite millet. You can eat some first. My subordinates are waiting not far away. After we get back, we will set off home..."

Around the carriage, members of the friendly union gathered from all directions and guarded the king's garrison.

Twenty miles away, a 130,000 army was carrying powerful crossbows and ignite oil, waiting for the sword to come to an end, waiting for the King of Qin to give the order, and looked down on the sword.

"There will be no future!"