Alien Summoning System

Chapter 63 Goodbye Linghu Chong

One year, for Zhuo Ao who was immersed in cultivation and comprehension of the world, it was almost a blink of an eye. In this year, he and Ren Tingting almost traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers in the Central Plains. Even without systematic reminders, Zhuo Ao gradually felt that barrier that bound him, the innate barrier, was also a life-and-death barrier for a cultivator. Once he passed it, not only his strength would increase sharply, but also Shouyuan will also rise sharply, but if it cannot pass, it will be trapped in this bottleneck and it will be difficult to make an inch of progress for the rest of its life.

Both strength and agility are perfect, and he already has the qualifications to aspire to the innate, but Zhuo Ao is not in a hurry. Breaking through the innate is a kind of consumption of his own potential. To break through the innate, you have to recharge your energy, and there is still a big difference between breaking through now and breaking through after completing all attributes.

Outside the capital, looking at the ancient and magnificent city, Zhuo Ao had anticipation in his eyes, he only hoped that Dongfang would not let him down.

In a year's time, there were not many breakthroughs, but the power of the spear master was mastered. Although he had prepared for a long time, he was still a little disappointed.

Naturally, he can delay it, but it's just time, and he can't afford it.

In a year, Ren Tingting has not changed at all, she still looks like a flower, and herself, Zhuo Ao, can already feel the aging of her body, although the range is not large, but she can still clearly feel that this world, There is not much help that can be provided to himself, and he needs to find new opportunities.

"Husband, is this the capital of the Ming Dynasty? It's so prosperous." Ren Tingting was like a little skylark, happily surrounding Zhuo Ao, and everything she saw was very novel.

Although in terms of age, counted as later generations, they have also been influenced by Western culture, but in terms of humanities, China in the early Republic of China still had strong traces of Qing court slavery. That kind of self-confidence and honor of the heavenly kingdom, but as the capital of a country, it is naturally far from comparable to the provincial capital.

Zhuo Ao smiled and watched Ren Tingting happily walking among the hawkers, but his eyes swept over the surrounding crowd, and he could clearly feel that there were many people from the rivers and lakes passing by.

Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, and it is also the day he and Dongfang Bubai agreed to. Over the past year, after the Sun Moon God Sect has spared no effort in publicity, the news that the two leaders of the Sun Moon God Sect are about to have a decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City has already spread across the world. As we all know, people from all corners of the country came from all corners of the country in order to be able to witness this unparalleled battle.

In less than an hour, Zhuo Ao saw the figures of Wuyue Sword Sect, Qingcheng, Emei and even Shaolin and Wudang disciples.

"Tingting, don't play around, find an inn first." Zhuo Ao beckoned, and with an excited Ren Tingting, he found an inn at random.

"Objective, I'm sorry, too many people have come to stay in the inn recently, the small shop is already full, you... go to another place to ask?" The inn clerk looked at Zhuo Ao with an apologetic expression.

"Then let them give way." Zhuo Ao put an ingot of gold ingot on the counter, slightly exerted force with his fingertips, half of the gold ingot sank strangely.

"Objective, sir..." The waiter's legs softened, and he knelt down with a thud: "It's not because the young ones don't want to, but the people who stay here are either rich or expensive, or else they're just like the grandpa. You can't offend even one!"

"Husband, forget it." Ren Tingting tugged on La Zhuoao's sleeve and couldn't bear to say.

Zhuo Ao nodded, he still somewhat underestimated the attraction of this battle for number one in the world to martial arts people, all the inns in the capital were basically full half a month ago.

"Help me find out if there is anyone selling a house in this capital city. If so, money is not a problem." Zhuo Ao looked at the waiter: "It's done, this ingot of gold is yours."

For money, Zhuo Ao has never paid much attention to it. In his space, there is the thousand taels of gold given by Wan Yue when he left Blackwood Cliff. If necessary, he doesn't mind returning to the rich.

"Yes, yes, don't worry, sir, I know that a house needs to be sold, and I will contact you right away." The waiter in the shop nodded hurriedly, just watching the competition, no sect would buy a house in the capital just because of this.

Xiaoer's work efficiency is good, or under the influence of money, Zhuo Ao and Ren Tingting just ordered a table of food, Xiaoer brought the head of the household directly, he is a down-and-out wealthy family, his family is in decline, and he cannot continue in the capital. To make ends meet, so I sold my property and prepared to go to other places to find a way out.

A small manor, to be able to own its own manor in a place like the capital, was indeed considered a wealthy man before, but it was finally sold at a price of one hundred taels of gold. The manor is fully furnished and can be moved in on the same day.

"Second brother, is there really no room available? It doesn't matter if it's a firewood house, just let us have a place to live." He was full of wine and food, and was about to leave when he heard a familiar voice.

"Go, go, the room was rented out half a month ago, even the firewood house is gone, where can I find a vacant room for you?" the waiter waved impatiently.

"Husband, it's Linghu Chong." Ren Tingting's sharp eyes recognized the down-and-out man at a glance.

"En." Zhuo Ao nodded, and led Ren Tingting towards Linghu Chong.

"Brother, let's go." Yue Lingshan had a thin face, unable to stand the waiter's eccentricity, she tugged at Linghu Chong's sleeve.

"Ah!" Linghu Chong sighed helplessly, and was about to leave, but there was already a figure in front of him.

"I haven't seen you in three years. I never thought that the dignified Dugu Nine Swordsman would end up in such a state of despair." Looking at Linghu Chong, Zhuo Ao sighed and said, "Come with me. I just bought a villa and haven't moved in yet. Tonight, come with me." We'll be there for one night."

Linghu Chong looked at Zhuo Ao with complicated eyes, nodded silently, and left with Zhuo Ao.

The manor is not far from the inn, Zhuo Ao took Linghu Chong to visit it once welcomed by the owner of the manor, it was a thorough handover.

"As expected of the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect." Linghu Chong shook his head and smiled wryly, took the wine jar from Zhuo Ao, and drank it down in one gulp.

"How was the life of retiring from the world?" Zhuo Ao didn't answer, but asked instead: "Chai, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, without martial arts, how many of these things do you know?"

Linghu Chong was silent when he heard the words. In the past three years, life was indeed not as carefree as he thought before, without the disputes in the rivers and lakes, but he had to rush around for three meals a day, numb and repetitive. For him with a wild and unruly personality , On the contrary, I miss the old days even more.

"As soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself. Your thoughts are too naive. One day you are a rivers and lakes person, and you will be one for the rest of your life, especially for a person like you who has nothing but martial arts." Looking at the silent Zhuo Ao sneered at Linghu Chong.

"Dongfang, is he really not dead?" Linghu Chong didn't answer, but asked instead.

"I saved it." Zhuo Ao nodded, looking at Linghu Chong's eyes, he always felt uncomfortable. Obviously, Linghu Chong still has an unforgettable old love for Dongfang Bubai in his heart!

Without asking why, this result is undoubtedly the best for Linghu Chong. After a long time, Linghu Chong murmured: "No. [-] in the world, is it really that important to you?"

"Only when a person has a goal will he continue to forge ahead. What's the point of a life without a goal? Three years ago, you and I were just brothers, but now?" Zhuo Ao looked at Linghu Chong and said with a sneer: " The successor of the Dugu Nine Swords, the current you make me not even interested in fighting."

For the past three years, Linghu Chong has been busy with his livelihood, and his martial arts can't be said to have regressed, but at least, in Linghu Chong's body, Zhuo Ao can hardly feel the feeling of meeting his opponent in chess three years ago.

Hearing this, Linghu Chong couldn't help laughing wryly, he had nothing to say, from the moment he saw Zhuo Ao again, he already felt the gap between himself and Zhuo Ao, Zhuo Ao couldn't give birth to the interest to do something, and he Facing Zhuo Ao, he couldn't even think of fighting. This feeling was even better than facing Dongfang Bubai three years ago.

"Maybe." Linghu Chong sighed, "Wait for me to say sorry to him."

"If you want to talk about it yourself, I don't care about the grievances and grievances between you." Zhuo Ao got up and went back to the room. Tomorrow he will face Dongfang Bubai, and he needs to adjust his state to the best.

Looking at Zhuo Ao's back, Linghu Chong smiled bitterly, shook his head, and continued drinking.

(End of this chapter)