The stolen magic is a bit magical

Xuehen turned around suddenly: "Kun Cang? Are you sure...he has Kun Cang roots?"

"It's impossible to be sure, but... we'd better regard all the ancient martial arts sects that are still of a certain scale as having roots in Kuncang, especially the area within a thousand miles around Kunlun." Lin Xiaosu said.

"Deemed as?"

"Regard it as such!"

Bloody Hen fell into deep thought...

Dainichi Xiaoyao Temple, Tantric Buddhism, if one has Kuncang roots, his disciples will be bound by the clan rules.

There are many forces in Kuncang that prohibit cooperation with Qianlong.

And this ban has a long history.

The people in Kuncang have been cultivating for hundreds of years, and the dynasty they were born in is not the modern one.

Their people have no thought of home.

They are even very hostile to the ruling class.

Royalist has always been a derogatory term in the world of practitioners.

If someone is said to be a loyal dog of the court, that is definitely the most vicious insult.

From this perspective, it is completely possible for practitioners to reject cooperation with the ruling class. However, the modern situation has undergone fundamental changes. Daxia has no imperial court, and the rulers of Daxia represent the interests of the common people. There may still be more or less shortcomings, but the overall direction is correct.

But, can you convince Kun Cang with this?

If Kuncang is behind the Tantric lineage of the Dainichi Xiaoyao Temple, and if Xiang Yixiu has the thought of being his master, it would be inconvenient for him to cooperate with Qianlong.

But he is a university professor, he is within the system, he can see the general trend clearly, and he hopes to contribute his research results to the country and the people. What can he do?
A winding path is also an option...

This is Lin Xiaosu’s first guess...

There is also a second one.

In response to this speculation, Xuehen let out a long sigh: "You said he might not trust Qianlong, what about you? Do you really believe it?"

Lin Xiaosu's eyes slowly moved to his face: "I didn't say I don't believe in Qianlong, but there are countless individuals under the Qianlong brand. Instead of trusting those individuals, I might as well trust myself!"

"How to say?"

"I will not blindly follow the missions of the Qianlong members. If we have the same understanding, we can be comrades-in-arms. If we are not of the same understanding, we are just strangers. If we have different understandings, I'm sorry, we may be opponents!"

That makes it clear.

He does things based on a basic judgment, and he knows whether it is good or bad.

He used to work for Qianlong not because he trusted the Qianlong members, but because the Qianlong mission on those people's shoulders happened to be in sync with his cognition.

Have you tried it at different frequencies?
Xuehen stared at him for a long time: "Xiao Su, do you feel that you are on a dangerous road?"

"If I don't take this road, will there be no danger?"

The bloodstain was silent...

The road is chosen by people, and the road is also forced by the situation...

In today's world, where is not dangerous?

Which road is not dangerous?

Even if you put on a shell that is invulnerable to weapons and nuclear explosions, you probably can't be absolutely safe...

The evil spirits are standing overseas, the natives are restless in the center of the earth, and the ancient world is about to break through...

This generation of civilization is actually far less safe than imagined...

With all the nests in the house, how can there be any eggs?
"From your position, you should be happy in this world, but looking into the future, who in the world can be worry-free?" Xuehen sighed, "Put back the wings of imagination and return to the present."

Lin Xiaosu smiled gently: "You want to talk about what to do next, right?"

"Yes!"

"Maybe we can have a frank talk with him."

"When?"

"Tomorrow morning, maybe in the evening. This guy has a hobby that is totally incompatible with the professor's. He is civilized but not energetic during the day, and energetic but not civilized at night. If he mistakenly thinks that you, the Hidden Dragon King, came to his house late at night to catch him cheating, that would be bad..."

Xuehen shook his head gently: "You, you say a lot about others, but what about yourself? Do you dare to say that you were very civilized in the Miao village last night?"

Lin Xiaosu laughed loudly: "So, he and I are naturally on the same path! If you want to be on the same path as us, you may have to endure the punishment of the "Hidden Dragon Regulations" a few times!"

"Is this the reason why you don't join the Hidden Dragon?"

Xuehen glanced at him and smiled.

He and Lin Xiaosu were from two different classes, one was a superstar, the other was a detective from a small county. They were also more than a dozen years apart in age. However, for some reason, when Xuehen was on a business trip with him and chatting in the same room, he felt a sense of pleasure as if he were with someone of the same age and level.

"The only regret is that his cultivation is still too low..." This was a trace of regret in Xuehen's heart.

However, he didn't know one thing.

If he knew, he would definitely overturn this perception.

The thing is: when he was fighting with Xiang Yixiu in the woods just now, Lin Xiaosu was actually very close to him.

If Xuehen had not kept that trick, if he really could not escape death under Xiang Yixiu's finger, he would know how legendary the fighting power of this young man, whose cultivation and fighting power were not up to his standards, was.

Many people are accustomed to using past memories to identify the people in front of them.

But we ignore the magic of time itself.

Lin Xiaosu has been to Kuncang!
He built the Blood Tower!
By building a blood tower, you can stand on the same platform with the awakened people from the outside world.

And how can Lin Xiaosu’s blood tower be an ordinary blood tower?
Can he fight against Qianlong Tianwang?
Although he hadn't verified it before, Lin Xiaosu had just watched the two of them fighting at close range, and he had a feeling of eternal pride in his heart...

The next morning.

The sun shines on Nanjiang University. Students carrying books leave the dormitory.

The vehicle that had been parked overnight restarted and drove out of the school gate.

The lively and elegant campus has opened its arms again.

Lin Xiaosu walked through the campus, passing by students who looked not much older than him. Many female students looked at him secretly, and he would turn sideways and smile at them, but this would always earn him a bit of shyness.

This is the campus, we don’t look at people’s background, we only look at their appearance.

I have to say that Lin Xiaosu's appearance is now quite attractive.

Especially when building a blood tower inside the body and the rejuvenation technique reaches a higher level, the appearance will also increase.

Even Miao Ruolan, who used to have nothing to do with appearance, now has a very good appearance. Excluding the physiological beauty rules of Xin Cheng Yu Lu, the rejuvenation technique also played an important role.

This technique is so magical.

Not to mention in the secular world, even in Shenghua Valley, Lin Xiaosu had never seen an ugly person.

Of course, the exception is Senior Sister Feng Ji. Her face is only bones, no flesh. Even if the bones are carved, it probably has nothing to do with her appearance...

These are just gossips.

Lin Xiaosu arrived at the small building.

This building is the professorial building of Southern Xinjiang University.

He climbed the stairs and when he reached the top floor, he was greeted by a fragrant breeze. Lin Xiaosu looked up and saw a face as beautiful as a spring flower. It was none other than the female graduate student he had met before.

The female graduate student blushed and was a little surprised to see Lin Xiaosu: "It's you?"

She knows Lin Xiaosu.

Lin Xiaosu tried his best not to look at her expression: "Is Professor Xiang here?"

“Yes!” the female graduate student said, “I’m going to class.”

Lin Xiaosu hurried downstairs, passed the exquisite little garden, and saw Xiang Yixiu.

He was wearing a white suit and putting on leather shoes, with his briefcase on the chair next to him. He raised his eyes and said, "Lin Xiaosu..."

"Professor, are you going out?" Lin Xiaosu asked.

"Well, there's a casual meeting."

"A casual meeting?" Lin Xiaosu asked.

"Yeah, it's a meeting that's insignificant and you can choose to attend or not. I usually call it a casual meeting." Xiang Yixiu said, "You can say something a little more reliable about your purpose. I'll just take this opportunity to quit this shitty meeting."

Lin Xiaosu smiled: "Quit it!"

"I asked you to tell me your purpose!"

"Since you don't want to attend the meeting, what else do you need? Just make up a reason!"

He sat down directly on the chair in the small garden, pressed the button of the kettle next to him and started boiling water.

I called Ikkyu and asked for leave, then sat down.

"Tell me, what's your purpose?"

"I heard...you were assassinated last night?" Lin Xiaosu said lightly.

Xiang Yixiu's eyes suddenly widened: "You... who told you that?"

Lin Xiaosu smiled: "You two masters are fighting each other late at night, who else would know? You didn't tell me, so he had to tell me..."

He suddenly raised his eyes to Ikkiu!
Watch the corridor!

A figure walked down the corridor. The wind from the rooftop blew up his hair. On his forehead, there was a bloody scar...

Xiang Yixiu's eyes were fixed on the scar.

"Professor Xiang, have you ever heard of a common saying? No fight, no deal." Bloodstain Heavenly King smiled faintly: "I am Qianlong Bloodstain."

His hand reached out to Ikkiu.

Xiang Yixiu did not reach out his hand, but just stood up: "Qianlong...blood mark?"

"Yes! Professor Xiang, don't you want to shake hands?"

Xiang Yixiu gently waved his hand: "No fight, no deal. We have fought, but the deal may not be done. It doesn't matter whether we shake hands or not... Sit down!"

Bloodstain sat down.

"The tea is on the table, pour it yourself!" Xiang Ikkyu held up his teacup.

Xuehen smiled slightly and poured himself a glass.

"Tell me, why do you do this!" Xiang Yixiu said.

This is of course what he had to ask. Last night, he was stabbed for no reason, and every move was dangerous. He really wanted to kill him, but today, he came to his door calmly and said that there would be no deal without a fight.

If it was just to test his skills, it would be understandable.

But he was unhappy!

If you are trying to recruit him into Qianlong in this way, then you are really overestimating yourself. Do you think that only you have a threshold for Qianlong? Do you think that as long as everyone in the world reaches this threshold, they must happily accept your olive branch?

I am this kind of person, I think?

Bloody said: "I suspect you are alone, so I will force you into a desperate situation and make you release all your fighting power."

Xiang Yixiu said: "You did push me into a desperate situation, and you also succeeded in making me release all my fighting power. So, what is the result?"

Bloody said: "The result is... you are not that person!"

Xiang Yixiu smiled and said, "Since I am not the person you are looking for, then I don't understand why you came to my house today?" (End of this chapter)