A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

But Bai Jue didn't intend to continue the conversation, instead he yawned and changed the subject: "It's pretty boring, I didn't expect the scene to be so boring, which mistress of yours... um, the girl you like hasn't been Come?"

Bei Gao shook his head slowly: "I don't know, the normal situation should have come long ago."

"Then wait a minute, I'll go out first."

Bai Jue turned around and walked towards the gate of the banquet venue. With the cover of the crowd, few people noticed his departure, and those who noticed had no time to take care of it.

Almost everyone in this banquet played their own involuntary roles, and only a few with a low sense of existence could move freely.

When Bai Jue walked out of the gate, the moment the door closed, the air in the banquet hall was completely isolated from the outside world, and the sound was inaudible. He walked along this long corridor, intending to find a quiet place. Waiting for the end of the banquet.

He didn't forget what he came to Yanjing for, he had something to ask his uncle, and he had to ask clearly about the thing he didn't remember.

I hope uncle will not hide anything from himself...

When Bai Jue was thinking secretly, a slight wave came from the corner in front of him.

There are three soul wavelengths in total, and these three wavelengths are different from ordinary people.

Bai Jue's soul perception is different from breath perception, it is more wonderful, each different soul wavelength will be fed back to Bai Jue's five senses, forming a variety of strange senses.

For example, the wavelength of Li Qinglian's soul is a sword chant and a dash of wine.

Li Xiuning's soul wavelength is gold and iron horse and female heroism.

Li Shiming's soul wavelength is the blood-stained robe and the fragrance of roses.

The wavelength of Yang Guang's soul is rich money and a sigh.

Zhao Zheng'er's soul wavelength is boundless sword chant and dragon dance nine days.

The wavelength of Liu Xiu's soul is the purple energy of dragon and tiger and... the cry of a rabbit?

In short, each heroic spirit, and even each person's soul wavelength has a different perception.

From time to time, Daqin dialects such as 'rua' can even be heard in the wavelength of the whale's soul.

And the three people walking in front of him, led by two soul wavelengths, gave Bai Jue a sense of sacredness and vastness.

It seems that what is coming is not a person, but a scene of vivid historical pictures and the knowledge philosophy itself recorded in the text.

The sound of silk and bamboo orchestras is endless, and there are bursts of human voices reciting.

If it's just that, it's fine, what makes Bai Jue particularly uncomfortable is the opposition and unity between these two soul breaths.

Just like water and fire, light and darkness, the two are opposite but unified.

They walked together, bursting out with a breath of resistance every moment, but they seemed very harmonious, just like the harmony of Tai Chi and Liang Yi.

Bai Jue resisted the strange sensation coming from the wavelength of his soul, and he looked at the two people walking out of the corner.

Just looking at it, the words "sage performing rituals" emerged in his heart.

These are two of the three saints of Jixia Academy.

——Xun Qing, Meng Ke.

Xun Qing is on the left and Meng Ke is on the right.

Saints are mentors, and they are not shy about showing their faces in public. They have long been accustomed to teaching in public, so their photos have been widely circulated on the Internet. A picture of a saint.

But I have to say that the photos can't retain one percent of their energy.

Both Xun Qing and Meng Ke were dressed in plain white robes and formal attire for formal occasions. They were considered to be from the same school, and it was normal for them to wear the same clothes. However, the almost identical clothes greatly demonstrated the difference between the two.

Meng Ke smiled softly, always treated people with a smile, and felt happy when she saw her. If she nodded her head, the other party would definitely respond with a smile and nod. She is an almost perfect sub-sage in terms of etiquette. Qingquan.

Xun Qing is unsmiling, her face is covered with ice and snow all year round, and she feels cold all over her body when she sees it. She can't help but reflect on herself. She is as cold as an iceberg, and no matter how hot the sun is, it can't melt her. good adjective.

Just walking towards him, the vast scholarly fragrance that is different from that of gold and iron horses almost made Bai Jue unable to bear the buzzing sage's words.

Their souls resounded with the essence of the word "education".

Bai Jue had no choice but to block these perceptions, and he finally understood why many people would rather respect him as a saint, and collectively call him a heroic spirit. The existence of a saint is simply a mutant of a heroic spirit.

He hurried past the two of them without saying hello, because he didn't know each other at all, and he didn't look at them more, completely turning a blind eye to them.

With Bai Jue's self-cultivation, it is already a kind of wordless politeness, and he admires himself for being able to keep his eyes on the amazing presence of the two saints.

Meng Ke smiled and glanced at the chef who covered his face, with a little curiosity in his eyes. Although she is a sub-sage, she still retains a lot of humanity.

Xun Qing didn't look at Bai Jue at all, she didn't squint, she was neither arrogant nor humble, she couldn't see too much humanity in her eyes, it seemed that all her sensibility was frozen under this white dress.

The moment they passed by, Bai Jue also noticed the third person following Xun Qing.

It turned out to be another heroic spirit...she looks very beautiful, with a thin figure, slightly cramped steps, slightly wrinkled brows, seems to be worried about something, like a sickly beauty like Lin Daiyu...seeing her, Bai Jue suddenly realized , maybe the person Beigao is waiting for is her.

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Bai Jue was standing on the balcony enjoying the wind, and when he stood on the city wall overlooking the entire Yanjing City, a voice came from behind.

Looking back, it was the uncle.

Wu Zhuanzhu held a lunch box and a few bottles of beer in his hand: "Just now I thought you wouldn't have an appetite in the banquet hall. It just so happened that I made dragon meat into skewers. Come and try it. I also brewed the beer outside myself. .”

Bai Jue took the wine bottle thrown by the uncle, thinking that thanks to the Shenzhou Empire, there are no laws and regulations that prohibit minors from drinking alcohol.

He raised his head and took a sip, the sour but refreshing taste washed away and stimulated his taste buds: "This taste..."