take father as heaven

It was already seven days since Murong Yan was able to walk around freely.

Seeger arranged him in another courtyard, saying that the other courtyards are good-sounding, but in Murong Yan's view, it is just a yard surrounded by stones, and Seeger has nothing else to do, and eats three meals a day. There are at least two meals in it for two people.

It sounds nice to use them together, but in fact, it’s just one person holding a bowl and eating in silence without disturbing each other, let alone talking.

However, there was an extra activity after the meal. Seeing that Murong Yan is recovering very optimistically, Seeger is gradually adding some training items to him, probably because he realizes that the city is not safe now. If he encounters some monsters next time, At any rate, we can have more chances of winning.

Murong Yan has always been a serious and hardworking person. Every time he fails to complete the tasks assigned by Seeger to perfection, he will never stop to rest, and Seeger is even more strict with him.

"It's a lot of progress."

Murong Yan wiped his sweat with a towel, and there was still a bruise on the corner of his mouth. Every time he fought with Sig, it seemed that it was difficult to get cheap under his hands. Finish.

There was a short period of rest during the training, Murong Yan was panting and sat beside drinking water, while Seeger stood quietly by the side, his body was so refreshed that he didn't even feel a trace of sweat.

"Aren't you going to see him?"

Usually Seager doesn't like to bring up any topics during training.

But today seemed a bit surprised, Murong Yan glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

"He's been looking for you."

Murong Yan paused when he drank water, lowered his eyes and slowly finished the water in the cup, then glanced at Sieg who was standing beside him, "Why do you care about his affairs?"

"He's leaving today."

"Pfft..." Murong Yan couldn't help but spit out half of his mouth.

Looking up in surprise, the expression that was pretending to be calm finally showed a crack.

He is leaving?Although he had known for a long time that he was going to leave, the Federation would lose its backbone without him, but knowing that they lived in the same small city, and knowing that he had been sending people outside to look for him, he still felt that they were not far away.

But is he finally going back?Did you decide not to look for him anymore?

Sig didn't look at Murong Yan's unpredictable expression, but just raised his head to look at the sky.

"Still catching up, we can see each other again."

Murong Yan clenched his fists and subconsciously wanted to run out, but he held back.

He poured himself another glass of water, then lifted it vigorously and finished it.

Putting down the cup, he stood up, walked straight to Sieg, and prepared to face the battle, "Come again!"

Seeger raised his eyebrows in surprise, glanced at him, and then shot without hesitation. Murong Yan was calm and focused, and the two of them matched dozens of moves back and forth, which was better than his usual The grades have improved even more.

Even Sig couldn't help but make a noise during the fight. "Come on."

This has never happened in normal times.

Until Murong Yan was kicked out by Sieg again, fell to the ground and couldn't get up again, the day's actual combat training was finally over.

Seeger walked over slowly, picked up Murong Yan like a dead dog, and threw him back on the bed.

After the medicine was finished, the sky had already darkened, and the two of them sat together to eat in silence again, but this time Murong Yan ate very voraciously.

"Why don't you go?"

"No face to go."

Seeger casually collected the leftover bowls and chopsticks from the two, staring at him strangely.

"You are his son." Even if you did something wrong, it is impossible for him to blame you.

It's not that Murong Yan didn't understand the meaning of his words, he just lowered his head, staring at the bruises and bloodstains on his arms in a daze.

Just when Sig thought he didn't want to talk, he picked up the bowl and was about to close the door and go out.

Murong Yan suddenly begged him, "I want to become stronger, I hope you can help me."

"If you want to surpass him, I can't help you." He paused, "I can't beat him."

Murong Yan shook his head. "I just wanted to be by his side and help him."

There was a deep obsession in his eyes, Sieg naturally saw it, and he nodded.

"Go sign up."

"what?"

Murong Yan didn't understand why.

He wants to learn from Seager, so is it possible that he has to queue up to sign up?

"The way I teach you is actual combat. In addition to fighting me, you also have to fight different people."

Only by constantly sparring in these actual combats can one comprehend and learn the true essence. This is Sieg's teaching method. There are no routine moves, only fatal counterattacks in the line of life and death.

Murong Yan understood what he meant and smiled at him. "I will not let you down."

"I'll wait and see."

Seeger went out with the plates and chopsticks, leaving Murong Yan sitting in the room alone.

This is his opportunity, and now the contestants are being selected, so all the masters in this city will sign up for the competition, as long as he is willing to participate, then he will not lose the opportunity to fight against various masters.

Even Murong Yan began to realize why the difference between the masters of the same level and the masters of the Federation and the Demon Realm is so obvious, because they are almost in a dangerous situation at any time. If you are weak, you will be bullied by someone stronger than you. They are all fighting, and only continuous actual combat can promote their growth.

Compared with the peaceful and prosperous Federation, there are obviously many more masters in the Demon Realm, even more skilled.

Early the next morning, Murong Yan took the initiative to go to the registration point. After paying a small registration fee, he successfully received a registration sign.

And this sign has only one code, which represents the identity of the contestant, and there is nothing else, not even the name of the contestant. Murong Yan didn't understand it at first. When he was holding that sign, he was even suspicious. , Did I enter the wrong place, gave the wrong name, and was tricked by someone.

However, as soon as he came out of the registration office, he saw that the guys who had just signed up before him were being beaten together by several people, and there were many good-for-nothing people nearby, but no one stepped forward to dissuade them.

Murong Yan didn't know why, but he didn't rush forward, but quietly hid in the crowd, watching the fun together.

Soon, a contestant was knocked down on the ground, the one who won him smiled, stepped forward and pulled out the number plate from the opponent's pocket, put it in his arms, and then swaggered to leave .

Of course the few people who had been staring at him for a long time refused to accept it, and rushed in immediately, and another scuffle began.

The onlookers were still shouting and applauding, but Murong Yan watched silently and suddenly understood.It turns out that this number plate has a lot of meaning. It's not that the rules are not perfect, the design concept is not in place, but it is deliberately set up like this. No matter who can grab the number plate, they are considered qualified for the competition.

When participating in the competition, only recognize the brand but not the person.

Obviously such a barbaric qualification, but Murong Yan couldn't help but feel a little excited, probably there is a beast lurking in the bottom of a man's heart, the more barbaric, hot-blooded and dangerous, the more exciting he feels.

When Murong Yan returned to the small courtyard, Sig had been waiting for him for a while, and there were two pancakes and a bowl of white rice porridge on the table.

Only then did Murong Yan feel a little hungry, he hurriedly sat down at the table, picked it up and ate.Seeger had finished eating, so he sat and watched him eat, then reached out and took out a number plate from his pocket.

Murong Yan's eyes widened, staring at the pile of number plates in his hand, there were about a dozen of them.

Seeger threw the sign on the table, "Choose a number you like."

It seems that he bought so many brands, and they were chosen for Murong Yan.Inexplicably, Murong Yan felt his face was hot, he silently reached into his pocket and took out a number plate.

Sig glanced at it and said slightly approvingly. "You got it?"

Murong Yan immediately understood that Seeger had misunderstood his meaning, he must have thought that he had won a fight with someone on the street and then snatched it, so his face became even hotter, and he was silent for a long time before opening his mouth in embarrassment.

"This is not snatched." After saying this, he became even more silent.

But he wasn't the only one who was silent, and Sig was also inexplicably silent.

It wasn't until Murong Yan finished his breakfast and Sieg put away his bowl that he uttered three words.

"spendthrift."

"..."

Murong Yan lowered his head and silently admitted.

The registration fee for the selection competition is actually not expensive, especially for a son like Murong Yan who has always been well-off, it is definitely not a big amount. The price of two thousand star coins is considered a month's expenditure for a medium-sized family in the Federation .

However, if it is placed in the Demon Realm, it is equivalent to half a year's expenses for a small family. If it is converted to him and Sig, this money is enough for a year's expenses.

Thinking of this, Murong Yan was suddenly extremely depressed, and the scolding was too appropriate.

Then I caught a glimpse of the pile of number plates that Seager threw there. That guy just went out for such a short time in the morning and came back with so many plates. How did he do it? !This guy really is a monster!

Murong Yan picked up those plates and put them back in his pocket, planning to go out and lie down later, sell those number plates at half price and return them to the name office, or sell them to those who have been robbed of the plates.

It doesn't matter if you can make money or not, at least you have to earn back your registration fee.

Murong Yan was even a little bit wronged in his heart. He was an outsider after all, and he didn't understand the rules of this tough game at all, so he accidentally made a mistake. In fact, he couldn't blame him entirely, but he knew better. If you take the money back, it is estimated that the title of prodigal son will follow him for the rest of his life.