In the wing room, clouds and mist lingered.
Ying Changan sat in the wooden bucket used for bathing. There was a middle-grade Essence Qi Pill in his wet little hand.
He looked out of the room.
A slender and graceful figure stood outside the door and window.
Yao Mei 'er wanted to come in and tease Ying Chang' an, but she was sternly rejected.
In her eyes, Ying Changan was just a cute little baby.
"Let's increase our strength first."
Ying Changan shook his wet little head and stuffed the middle-grade Essence Qi Pill in his hand into his mouth before eating it with a crunching sound.
Halfway through, he grinned in disgust.
"It tastes terrible!"
Although it was unpalatable, the effect was indeed first-class.
After eating.
Ying Changan closed his eyes. His little face was flushed red as if he was being attacked by some kind of energy.
The dense mist in the room also fluttered violently.
A strange energy quickly flowed into Ying Changan's dantian. It was like a well that had been flushed open, nourishing the dry earth.
As this energy continued to spread.
Ying Changan's aura also started to leak out.
Outside the room.
Yao Mei 'er crossed her arms and raised her right index finger. A flame flickered on her fingertip.
She flipped her fingers in boredom.
The flame also flickered.
At this moment, an aura that came from the room blew out the flame on her fingertip.
"Hmm?"
Yao Mei 'er looked back at the room and secretly circulated her energy to check the aura that was leaking out from the door and windows.
"Is this little guy trying to break through to the Houtian realm by himself?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her heart was like a tsunami, unable to calm down for a long time.
He had broken through to the next realm at the age of five.
Not to mention the entire Great Qin, even if one were to flip through the entire Nine Regions, they would be incredibly rare.
Ordinary people needed a lot of luck and talent to break through the early stage of the Hou Tian Realm and become a warrior.
The probability was usually less than one in ten.
Even if he became a martial artist, he was qualified to become a prodigy in a small place.
Generally speaking.
Martial artists were all enlightened around the age of ten.
Before that.
They needed to accumulate many years of cultivation and experience.
No matter how good one's aptitude was, no matter how high one's talent was, one would basically not be able to achieve enlightenment beyond the age of eight.
Even the legendary Sword Saint, the most terrifying genius in the history of the Ghost Valley Sect, was only enlightened at the age of six.
Yao Mei 'er had lived for more than ten years, but she had never even heard of someone who had broken through to the next realm before the age of five.
"This little fellow is getting more and more interesting.”
Yao Mei 'er smiled charmingly, and her eyes seemed to flicker.
At this moment.
The door of the room opened.
A small figure less than a meter tall appeared in Yao Mei 'er's line of sight.
Ying Changan dried his hair and stood in front of Yao Mei 'er's legs. He slowly raised his head, only to find that he was completely blocked. He couldn't see Yao Mei' er's face.
"Isn't that a little exaggerated?"
Ying Changan couldn't help but exclaim.
Yao Mei 'er lowered her head and looked at Ying Changan's faintly discernible head. She seemed to have discovered something and smiled knowingly.
She took a step back and squatted in front of Ying Changan. The two of them were exactly the same height.
"I didn't expect my young master to be a little genius.”
Yao Mei 'er looked at Ying Changan charmingly. She felt that there was something different about this cute little baby.
Her skin was fairer and more delicate.
His big black eyes were like gemstones.
If one were to say that Ying Chang 'an was like a porcelain doll that popped out of a New Year painting.
At this moment, he was no longer like that.
Ying Changan was a porcelain doll, an extremely beautiful porcelain doll.
"Do you know what your eyes look like now?”
Ying Changan wiped his wet hair again.
"Like what?" asked Yao Mei 'er.
"One word can be used to describe him.”
After he finished speaking, Ying Changan walked around Yao Mei 'er and walked towards his room with his fair and tender legs.
Yao Mei 'er's charming smile gradually stiffened, and a hint of anger appeared in her eyes.
"Little bastard, sooner or later, I'll let you know how powerful I am.”
Yao Mei 'er stomped her feet and cursed softly.
……
Late at night.
In Zhangtai Palace, the candlelight shimmered.
Ying Zheng stood alone in the middle of the palace.
A figure stood silently behind him.
"Do you think the incident at the Xuanwu Sect that the kid mentioned was a coincidence or something else?”
Ying Zheng did not turn around, but his gaze was still fixed on the starry sky outside the palace.
"Whether it's a coincidence or not, you already have the answer in your heart. As for me, I only care about the Dao of the Sword."
The figure's voice was deep and ancient, as if he had experienced countless life and death tribulations.
Ying Zheng nodded and said," That's right. Little Nineteen is still a child. How could he have guessed Li Shiming's plan?" It's just that Zhen's expectations were a little too high."
"Weren't you the same when you were his age?”
The figure's voice sounded again.
"Hahaha!"
Ying Zheng suddenly burst into laughter, then flung the long sleeve of his dragon robe and said in a majestic voice,""That's right. If you want to stand above millions of people, you must be arrogant from birth. You must have the arrogance to shake Kun Lun with one hand.”
"Ever since I was sensible at the age of three, I believed that one day, I would be able to unify the six countries, end the disputes in the world, and achieve the hegemony of the one emperor in history!”
"I do. You are the same, aren't you?"
Ying Zheng suddenly turned around and looked at the figure in front of him with his burning eyes.
"I remember you once said that when you were three years old, you believed that you would become the strongest swordsman in the world when you picked up a sword for the first time.”
Hearing this, the figure suddenly trembled.
After a long time.
"At that time, you and I shared the same ideals," he said.”
"Oh?"
" What about now?" Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly.”
The figure stopped talking and gradually disappeared from the hall.
Looking at the empty palace again, Ying Zheng slowly turned around and staggered towards his throne.
"Sigh, I'm all alone."
He let out a long sigh and let down all his guard.
His dignified face gradually relaxed. In a few breaths, he seemed to have aged several years.
The entire Zhangtai Palace was empty.
Just like Ying Zheng's current mood, he was feeling lonely.
……
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