Leaving the Game for a Million Years: I'm the Human Race's Holy Emperor

Su Wanqing returned to her residence and reported Hong Hong's whereabouts to Gu Changsheng.

"What? Met someone?"

Gu Changsheng looked at Su Wanqing with surprise, but was shocked in his heart. Could it be that Hong Hong has a friend?

"Who? Male or female? Old or young?" Gu Changsheng asked quickly.

"This, sir, the young master didn't say." Su Wanqing looked embarrassed.

"If Hong Hong didn't say, why didn't you ask? Forget it, I'll go take a look. If it's a male, I'll break his third leg."

After speaking, Gu Changsheng disappeared.

Su Wanqing secretly felt sorry for the "man".

Outside Zhenmo City, in a remote stone forest, a dark-skinned girl was concentrating on practicing her sword.

At this moment, a red figure walked over.

"Hong Hong, you're here?" When the girl saw Hong Hong, she put away her sword, and a trace of excitement flashed across her face.

"Yeah, Weiwei, how's your practice going?" Hong Hong asked.

The dark-skinned girl in front of her was Bei Weiwei, who had fought Hong Hong yesterday.

After yesterday's elimination round, Hong Hong met Bei Weiwei on the street, so she went up to say hello to her. Bei Weiwei was already grateful to Hong Hong for deliberately feeding her moves on the ring. After a conversation, they both roughly understood each other.

Like Hong Hong, Bei Weiwei was an orphan, but Bei Weiwei accidentally obtained the inheritance of a cultivator in a cave and became a cultivator.

After Hong Hong learned about Bei Weiwei's life experience, she felt a sense of sympathy. Before she met Gu Changsheng, she was also an orphan, so she had a special liking for Bei Weiwei.

She even made an appointment to practice swords with Bei Weiwei outside the city today.

"It's still not working, I always feel like something is missing, but I can't grasp it." Bei Weiwei shook her head.

"It's okay, I believe you can do it. By the way, I just met an opponent who has comprehended a trace of sword intent. Let me tell you about it."

Hong Hong told her in detail about her encounter with Yang Chenglin in the ring, including her feelings when facing Yang Chenglin's "stormy waves".

While they were communicating, Gu Changsheng was secretly observing.

"This girl, she has only cultivated for less than two months, and she dares to teach others, isn't she afraid of misleading others."

Although he thought so, Gu Changsheng didn't show up to interrupt them.

Rather than saying that Hong Hong was teaching Bei Weiwei, it was better to say that they were discussing and learning together. This is discussion!

Soon, the moon hung high.

Seeing that it was late, Hong Hong said to Bei Weiwei, "Weiwei, I have a competition tomorrow, so I'll go back first. You should go back too."

"Okay, Hong Hong, goodbye."

"Goodbye!" Hong Hong waved her hand and flew towards the city.

Bei Weiwei left not long after Hong Hong left.

...

Back at her residence, Hong Hong came to Gu Changsheng's door, her face full of hesitation.

"Come in, what are you doing outside?"

At this moment, Gu Changsheng's voice sounded.

Hong Hong heard the words, pushed the door and entered.

"Master, it's so late, why aren't you resting yet?" Hong Hong said with a smile.

"What about you? It's so late, what do you want from me?" Gu Changsheng asked instead of answering.

"Master is wise." Hong Hong flattered her a little.

But Gu Changsheng smiled and said, "Oh, you have learned to flatter me. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Seeing this, Hong Hong said directly, "Master, what is sword intent?"

"You don't practice swords, why are you asking this?" Gu Changsheng looked at Hong Hong with a smile.

"Oh, Master, just tell me, tell me quickly!"

Hong Hong shook Gu Changsheng's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Okay, stop shaking, you're making me dizzy."

Gu Changsheng couldn't resist Hong Hong's offensive, so he said, "Sword intent, to put it simply, is a kind of artistic conception of sword cultivators. It is the understanding of the sword by those who practice the sword. According to the different feelings of the sword practitioners, there will also be different sword intents. The opponent you met today, because he observed the Jianghai waves to comprehend the sword intent, so when you face his sword, you will have a feeling of facing the waves."

"Then how can you comprehend sword intent?" Hong Hong continued to ask.

Gu Changsheng was stunned for a moment, and then said quietly, "Entrust your feelings to the sword, and the sword intent will be born."

"Entrust your feelings to the sword, and the sword intent will be born?"

Hong Hong followed and murmured, then said to Gu Changsheng, "Thank you, Master, Hong Hong knows, Master, it's late, you should rest early, and I have to prepare for tomorrow's final."

After speaking, Hong Hong left.

Leaving only Gu Changsheng alone in contemplation.

"Bei Chen, Bei Chen, I used to despise these eight words of yours, but now I can't find a more suitable answer for my apprentice. In kendo, your talent can be regarded as rare in the ages. Unfortunately, you are just like the sword in your hand, too rigid and too straight. Your successor is a little better than you in this regard."

"Achilles!"

Li Beifei, who was comprehending the Tianshu Sword, suddenly sneezed. He looked around suspiciously, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Could it be that the Qingyi Fairy is thinking of me?"

The more Li Beifei thought about it, the more likely it was. He wouldn't think that Gu Changsheng would miss him, he would rather want to beat him.

...

"Stinky boy, your skin is itchy."

Inside the room, Gu Changsheng smiled coldly, and wrote down a note about Li Beifei.

"However, Mu Qingyi, the surname Mu, is really a coincidence."

Three hundred thousand years ago, before Li Beichen became emperor, there was a blue figure who had been following Li Beichen until her life was exhausted.

And that blue figure, also surnamed Mu, was the famous Qingyue Fairy at that time.