Chapter 146 The spirit of war

In the afternoon, Long Jingdao sat casually on the wide chair, but the expression on his face told others that his heart was not so relaxed. The food was placed on the next table, which was a little cold, but there was no trace of a bite.

"Pear, let's have some food! The body is the most important thing. Next to Long Jingdao, there is also a young man standing, who looks somewhat similar to the original housekeeper Zhao. This man is the new housekeeper who inherits his father's business and the only son of the old housekeeper. Before the old housekeeper left, he entrusted his son to Long Jingdao and begged Long Jingdao to cultivate him well.

"Little Zhao! Your father and I are brothers of life and death. Although he has important things to do now, I still miss him from time to time. Now, seeing you is equivalent to seeing him, but compared with your father, you have many advantages that he doesn't have, but also has shortcomings that he has never had. With that, Long Jingdao picked up the teacup on the table, opened the lid, blew gently, and took a shallow sip.

"Just like this cup of tea, only the third brew is the best time to taste, and people are often like this. Only when you have enough experience will you understand what love is and what care is." The faint voice made the new housekeeper Zhao feel hairy, just like being in hell, listening to the screams of ghosts crying and wolves, which will make people feel painful.

"Pear, I know it's wrong." Housekeeper Zhao lowered his head and seemed to be repenting.

"Ha ha, you are not wrong. Young people should have the vitality of young people, otherwise there is no difference from me, an old man. However, if you do something wrong, you must know to repent, otherwise, this person will be ruined like this in this life. Speaking of this, Long Jingdao squeaked his lips, not knowing whether he was recalling the taste of tea or feeling sorry for someone.

"Pyal chief! I will definitely follow your teachings and contribute everything to the Long family like my father. Housekeeper Zhao simply knelt on the ground and read his oath.

"Ha ha, your father has worked really hard for him." Long Jingdao's face showed a sincere smile, and when he thought of that person, he seemed to recall his life.

"Told the patriarch! The latest news, I don't know why the young master's expression suddenly seemed extremely painful. The elder asked me to ask the patriarch what to do? A subordinate rushed into the room with a panicked expression on his face.

"So..." Long Jingdao stood up and walked around the house. It seemed that he must be thinking about something.

"Go and tell the elder that the demon has not appeared, and you are not allowed to report it again. If Xiaoqi can't even stand this pain, then he doesn't deserve to be the descendant of my Long family." Long Jingdao's voice sounded extremely resolute. After a short thought, he still had great trust in Long Xiaoqi.

Deep in the Zixin Forest.

Long Xiaoqi could no longer sit quietly, and her muscles trembled violently, just like a person who was addicted to drugs, and her face was full of painful expressions. Struggling and twisting, even the elder not far away couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and was ready to help Long Xiaoqi when necessary.

But the elder hasn't moved yet, but one person has moved first. This person is no one else, but the old man who has been lurking here for a long time.

"Don't go forward!" Surprisingly, the old man guarding the mountain did not seem to help Long Xiaoqi, but pressed the elder's shoulder with one hand and whispered four words, which made the elder very confused.

"Why did you stop me?" Although the elder is high and powerful, there are still people in the Long family who will make him feel afraid. The old man guarding the mountain is one of them. You know, even if Longjingdao sees the old man guarding the mountain, he dares not be too strong, because the old man guarding the mountain is the generation of Longjingdao's father, and most importantly, he was once a meritorious official of the Long family. Moreover, before the elder came here, Long Jingdao had told him that the old man guarding the mountain would also be here, so when he saw the old man guarding the mountain, there was no fear on his face.

"This child is still in the early stage of breaking through the realm of war. That pain must be experienced by everyone who wants to break through the realm of war. Although it must be experienced, it is also a little cruel for such a big child. However, you can't touch him now, otherwise it will have many negative effects. I think even if the patriarch is here, he will definitely have the same decision. Although the old man guarding the mountain was talking to the elder, his eyes never left Long Xiaoqi. Long Xiaoqi's little changes were seen by him and remembered in his heart.

The elder was skeptical. It was not that he did not trust the old man guarding the mountain, but that the old man guarding the mountain could even guess what Longjingdao did.

"Okay, let's keep an eye on this child! I think a wonderful scene is coming soon. With that, a playful smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face. I don't know if he remembered or saw something.

The elder shrugged his shoulders and said that he knew that in front of this mysterious old man guarding the mountain, the elder was like a child and did not even have the courage to speak. This feeling had never appeared, and he had never even felt like this feeling with Long Jingdao.

Time passed by bit by, and Long Xiaoqi still closed her eyes and devoted herself to her world.

Pain, an unprecedented pain, hit Long Xiaoqi's body, every skin, every vein, every nerve for the last time.

"Ah!" Long Xiaoqi could no longer control herself and finally shouted out. Her voice wandered in the mountains and forests for a long time, like a ghost, mixed with many unknown sufferings.

All the people, including the elder, the old man guarding the mountain, and even the members of the Long family escort outside Zixinlin, heard this crisp shout.

Surprised, he glanced at the depths of Zixinlin. The members of the escort were still doing what they should do. Their duty was to protect Zixinlin from anyone. As for anything else, it was really not what they could care about.

The pain has ended, with Long Xiaoqi's roar, followed by a strong sense of collapse. At this time, Long Xiaoqi even felt unconscious. Forced to support his body, Long Xiaoqi knew that it was not the moment for her to fall, and there were more powerful challenges waiting for him. That was the heart demon!

An almost transparent gas slowly flowed out of the patriarchal token on Long Xiaoqi's body and finally integrated into Long Xiaoqi's body. This is the purpose of Long Jingdao to give the patriarch token to Long Xiaoqi, not only to protect him from the interference of the heart demons, but also to make up for the loss of physical strength for Long Xiaoqi, which is crucial at the moment of breaking through the realm of war.

The white fog became thicker, and it looked so peaceful under the golden sunlight, but then the golden fog rolled up, like boiling water, rolling over and rolling.

The overwhelming fighting spirit is scattered from the thick fog. No one has ever seen such a strong fighting spirit, no one has ever seen such a rich fighting spirit, and even when Longjing Road broke through the realm of white gas.

The fighting spirit of the sky wraps everyone, but no one can successfully take these fighting spirits for himself, because these fighting spirits belong to Long Xiaoqi, and only he can digest these fighting spirits.

"Ye! Really coming! I didn't expect it to be so strong. If this child can successfully break through the realm of war, he will be invincible among people in the same realm. He shook his nose gently and seemed to enjoy this feeling. The voice of the old man guarding the mountain gently floated into the elder's ear.

And the elder was completely shocked by the scene in front of him. This is the first time in his life that he has seen such a strong and strong fighting spirit. If Long Jingdao hadn't let him come first, he might not have seen such an exciting scene in his life.

The atmosphere of war is pervasive and overwhelming, but what kind of existence will follow?