The Sims, My Alien Path

Xiaoyao's face turned pale instantly, and her voice trembled unconsciously: "Brother Tian, ​​how long will you be gone? Can I go with you?"

"No." Lingtian's tone was firm and gentle.

"It's too dangerous there, I can't let you take risks."

Looking at Xiaoyao's lost look, Lingtian reached out and touched her head, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will let Yanran take good care of you."

Xiaoyao held back her tears and squeezed out a forced smile: "I know... I will listen to Sister Yanran. Brother Tian, ​​when are you going to leave?"

"Soon." Lingtian said softly.

"Is that so... Brother Tian!" Xiaoyao suddenly raised her head and said, "Is it because I am a burden that you left..."

Lingtian looked at Xiaoyao's instantly dim eyes and quickly added: "Xiaoyao, don't have such thoughts. Brother, I did leave because of something. But I promise you that I will definitely come back."

Xiaoyao's face turned from cloudy to sunny.

"Okay! Brother, you have to be careful that day. I will wait for you here."

"Okay... Xiaoyao, I will come back after I finish my business."

"Yes!" Xiaoyao nodded firmly.

Before he finished speaking, Ling Tian stretched out his hand and patted the storage bag, and hundreds of spiritual stones flew out in an instant.

Then he waved his hand, and the spiritual stones suspended in the air drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed steadily in front of Xiaoyao.

"These spiritual stones are left for you to practice. I will test your progress when I come back."

Seeing Xiaoyao nod stubbornly, Ling Tian said no more and turned away.

Xiaoyao's voice came from behind: "Brother Tian...you must come back safely..."

...

Walking on the street leading to the princess's mansion, Ling Tian found that the atmosphere on the street was very different from usual.

On the bustling streets in the past, pedestrians walked hurriedly, and their faces were covered with a layer of clouds.

The hawkers' shouting was less, and even the teahouses on the street were not as lively as before.

Soon, he arrived in front of the princess's mansion.

The tall vermilion door lintel shone solemnly in the sun. The guard at the door recognized Ling Tian and respectfully let him in.

Passing through the winding corridor, Ling Tian came to the South Garden.

The clusters of flowers here formed a sharp contrast with the gloomy clouds outside.

Zhao Yanran was admiring the flowers in the garden. When she saw Ling Tian, ​​she walked over with lotus steps.

"Mr. Ling's visit really makes my humble home shine." Zhao Yanran smiled sweetly, her tone was light, but she couldn't hide the worry in her eyes.

Ling Tian was keenly aware of her abnormality, but he still explained his purpose first: "I am going on a long journey, so I came to say goodbye to Yanran."

"Long journey?" Zhao Yanran was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly, "Maybe it would be wise to leave at this time..."

Looking at Zhao Yanran's hesitation, Ling Tian asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"

Zhao Yanran bit her lip and finally told the truth: "The Northern Liao Kingdom declared war three days ago, and the court is already in a state of panic..."

Hearing this, Ling Tian seemed to be thinking about something. No wonder the atmosphere on the street is so solemn.

He looked at Zhao Yanran and said calmly: "Leave this matter to me."

"Mr. Ling!" Zhao Yanran exclaimed, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Ling, don't be impulsive. This is a national war. Even a powerful warrior cannot influence the war."

"Warrior..." Ling Tian smiled, and then said seriously: "Don't worry, I won't do it if I'm not sure."

Zhao Yanran's face was still full of worry, and she advised: "You..."

Ling Tian immediately interrupted her and said: "No need to say more, I know my limits. Before that, why don't you let me test Yanran's spiritual roots first?"

Sudden change of topic Zhao Yanran was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I have tested my martial arts aptitude, and I don't have any talent. Besides..." She blushed slightly, "It's really not elegant for martial artists to sweat all day long."

Ling Tian laughed and said, "This is cultivation, which is very different from martial arts. If you have spiritual roots, you just need to meditate and practice. If you practice successfully, you can fly into the sky and hide in the ground, and be free and at ease."

Zhao Yanran's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "It's so magical, how can I test it."

"Stretch out your hand."

Zhao Yanran stretched out her hand to Ling Tian, ​​who grasped it, then closed his eyes, and circulated the spiritual power in his body and injected it into Zhao Yanran's body.

Zhao Yanran saw Ling Tian holding her hand tightly, and her face couldn't help but flush.

After a long time, Ling Tiantian opened his eyes with a trace of regret in his eyes: "It's a pity, Yanran, you don't have spiritual roots..."

Zhao Yanran took back her hand and said with a forced smile: "It's okay, I don't care about these things."

"Then... should I leaveIt's open."

"Mr. Ling, take care of yourself." Zhao Yanran paused, then said softly.

"Well, take care of yourself too." Ling Tian nodded, then turned around and left without any hesitation.

Ling Tian's figure stretched out in the sunset. He didn't linger too much, but paused after just a few steps and said: "By the way, help me take good care of Xiaoyao."

"Don't worry." Zhao Yanran's voice came from behind, "I will take good care of her. "

Ling Tian strode away, leaving only the leaves behind him rustling in the evening breeze.

On the corridor of the courtyard, Zhao Yanran's figure seemed a little lonely in the twilight.

Looking at Ling Tian's receding back, she whispered softly: "May you return safely..."

...

Beiheng Mountain.

This place is the border between Daqian Kingdom and Beiliao Kingdom.

The morning light is slightly revealed, and the sky has not yet completely faded the curtain of night.

Under Beiheng Mountain, a vast plain stretches to the horizon, with only a few The abrupt hills broke the flatness.

The morning dew had not yet dispersed, and the mist was shrouded, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to this border.

On the highest hill platform, Ling Tian sat cross-legged.

He was dressed in a plain white gown, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his face was cool and cold, as if he had merged with the world.

Suddenly, the earth trembled slightly.

Ling Tian slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his dark eyes.

He could sense that on the horizon At the end of the river, a large amount of breath was approaching.

His sight penetrated the morning mist and he saw a black tide, no, a large army.

Countless cavalrymen were galloping on the plains, the dust raised by the horses' hooves covered the sky, and the flags fluttered in the morning breeze, making a heart-pounding whistle.

A hundred thousand troops were winding across the land like a giant dragon.

Ling Tian raised his lips slightly and took out a jade wine gourd from his sleeve.

He stood up and tasted the wine leisurely, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife. Silently watching the approaching army.

Soon, the scouts found him.

Ling Tian could clearly see the panicked expressions of the scouts, who rushed back to report to the army.

But Ling Tian remained calm and continued to taste his wine, as if he was not looking at a huge army, but a leisurely morning stroll.

When the army advanced to a few hundred feet away from the hill, Ling Tian finally put away the wine gourd.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, and said in a slow voice: "This road is blocked."