Chapter 146

"My birth is very noble. I was born with a golden spoon. However, the higher the position of birth, the more I have to have the strength to match it. I have never had such a thing as talent

As you can see, I am twenty-one years old this year, and my accomplishments have passed the 10000 stone realm. This level, let alone being born in the palace, is not good even in the ordinary sect of the Daming Palace.

I've been practicing hard since I woke up my martial soul. I've used all the methods I can use and tried all kinds of efforts, but... What's the use of efforts? With such a drag, I can't even beat a martial artist in a critical territory. "

Zhao Qianli sighed. His soul was shocked and summoned his own martial soul. It was a weak grass. The fluctuation of soul power was poor, almost none.

Chu Yun was silent. He stared at the grass soul for a while, and soon made a judgment in his heart

I'm afraid the level of this martial soul is not even one. It belongs to the kind of martial soul that can't be condensed even if it is weaker. It can't play any auxiliary role in fighting and cultivation. Even many times, because it is too weak, it still needs the master to paste resources to maintain its existence.

With such a martial soul, you have no qualification to enter the martial arts cultivation.

However, Zhao Qianli can improve his cultivation to the level of ten thousand stone territory. Of course, there is no lack of cultivation resources in the palace, but Zhao Qianli's own efforts can not be ignored.

It can even be said that this is the main reason.

But

Even if Zhao Qianli improves his cultivation, it doesn't make much sense. Just as he said, with such an inferior martial soul, he can't even beat a martial artist in a critical territory.

Chu Yun himself is a person who regards the Yuejie challenge as a routine operation, so he knows this feeling very well.

"I tried and failed, which was like a routine for me. Until that day three years ago, I gave up completely and degenerated willingly“

Zhao Qianli showed a strange smile on his face, looked at Chu Yun and said, "to be honest, if you had seen me a few days earlier, brother Chu, you would not be willing to talk so much with people like me. What I did in those three years was no different from that of ordinary dandies, and sometimes I had to go too far than them, No matter what absurd and funny things I have done, the whole person has long been numb.

I'm tired... I've been tired a long time ago... I don't know the meaning of living as a person, and I don't know my future and hope

Until the morning before yesterday, I met Bai Caixia who was going to hang by the river. I thought I was miserable, but I never thought she was worse than me.

It was also at that moment that I was awakened by her. She let me know that in this world, there are not only those who I look up to, but also many, many people who live far worse than me. Some people are lonely and helpless, some have no food, and some people are trapped by villains and their families are broken.

Compared with these really poor people, what is my own situation? The animals that destroyed Bai Caixia's family are just little ants that can be crushed to death with their fingers.

I began to reflect on my past, finally figured it out, and found the mission and significance of my life, that is... Since God doesn't give me a talent to pursue the peak, I don't look up anymore. I might as well lower my head and see the life of the people at the bottom.

The status of Prince Qi's aristocratic son once gave me endless pressure, but now it seems that it can also enable me to help many people in need.

Brother Chu, you asked me why I did it. That's my answer. "

After hearing this, Chu Yun was very touched, but after he pondered for a long time, he shook his head and said, "not good."

“……”

When Zhao Qianli heard the speech, there was a light in his eyes, but it soon faded.

I was very disappointed and sad.

Although he and Chu Yun only met for the first time, they also felt quite congenial and had a similar smell. His mental journey was also the first time to talk to others, but Chu Yun refused

"Ah, but this is normal..."

Zhao Qianli said to himself in his heart, "after all, such a crazy idea is OK. What qualifications do I have to ask a person who meets for the first time to go crazy with me?"

Long ago, Zhao Qianli knew that the world is not around someone, nor is it that as long as you take your heart, others will be able to empathize with you.

"The name of Qianli Pavilion is very bad. Others don't know what we do. What I want to say is better called... Uneven Pavilion, how about it?"

Chu Yun smiled and then said.

"... ah?"

Zhao Qianli was stunned for a moment. First he was a little confused, and then he was surprised to open his eyes and looked at Chu Yun: "so, did you promise?"

Chu Yun touched his chin and said, "what an interesting and meaningful thing, why not?"

"Hahaha, I knew you would promise!"

Zhao Qianli laughed and patted Chu Yun on the shoulder to hide his panic with exaggerated laughter

I knew I would promise?

That's weird!

Some people look like old dogs, but in fact, dogs are not as good as them!

"Uneven Pavilion... Uneven Pavilion! That's a good name! Anyone who has a grievance will come to my grievance Pavilion! "

Zhao Qianli was like a treasure, talking happily.

"After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. Today I show you. Who has a grievance?"

Chu Yun whispered.

When the voice fell, Zhao Qianli was surprised. He looked at Chu Yun in surprise and said, "I just said I knew a little about poetry and Fu. I just bragged. I didn't expect you to know so, my good brother!"

With that, Zhao Qianli looked around as if he were looking for something. Suddenly, he had an idea. He tore off his robe, pulled a piece of cloth from the lower edge of the dress, then picked up a black stone on the ground and wrote the poem just sung by Chu Yungang.

"What are you doing?"

Chu Yun asked curiously.

"Of course, write down the poem and use it later!"

Zhao Qianli said that he had finished writing the poem. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was. He said, "when you go back, hang this poem on the plaque of the uneven building. This force is almost as high as the sky. Ha ha..."