The hatred in the young man's eyes was so obvious that his eyes gradually turned red.
The death of a loved one is not a pleasant feeling.
In fact, most of the people trained by Tianshu Pavilion are orphans, and Chen Yan and Zou Yun are no exception.
Seeing Sangji like this, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
Chen Yan came over and patted Sang Ji on the shoulder. "Think positively. Your mother must want you to look forward and not be blinded by hatred."
Sang Ji lowered his head and nodded, as if responding to Chen Yan's comfort.
After a while, he suddenly raised his head, and spoke with some hope, timidity and uncertainty: "Can I..."
"Can I learn Kung Fu from you?"
"Hmm?" Zou Yun raised an eyebrow, "Why do you want to learn from us?"
"Because you are awesome." After he opened his mouth to ask, the rest of the words came naturally. Taking a deep breath, Sang Ji mustered up his courage and continued, "Because you sneaked into the Prince's mansion in the middle of the night and managed to escape unscathed. You are the most awesome and the best kung fu people I know, so I want to learn from you."
"Do you want to avenge your mother yourself?" Wei Yunlan saw what Sang Ji was thinking.
"Yes, I don't want to pin all my hopes on others. I think I have the ability to avenge my mother." In fact, this was not his original idea. He only hoped to use Wei Yunlan and his party to establish a relationship with the Rakshasa Kingdom, be taken back to the Rakshasa Kingdom to live a normal life, or attract the sympathy of the Rakshasa Kingdom and let them avenge his mother and younger brothers and sisters.
But for several days in a row, watching Wei Yunlan and his party going in and out of the building, arranging everything in an orderly manner, it seemed that they did not take the search of the Prince's Mansion seriously at all.
He was fascinated by the calmness and the look of being under control.
He also wanted to be like them and take everything into his own hands.
Take your destiny into your own hands.
"Can I learn from you? As long as you are willing to teach me, I can do anything!" When saying this, Sangji's tone was particularly sincere.
These were truly his heartfelt words at this moment.
Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun looked at each other from a distance.
After the former nodded imperceptibly, the latter said, "It's not impossible, but learning Kung Fu is not something that can be done in a day or two. This Kung Fu is not something that can be taught casually."
Sang Ji was not surprised by this answer. He took a deep breath and asked seriously, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
…
The task that Wei Yunlan and his team assigned to Sang Ji was not difficult.
Only two.
One of them was to inquire about the rumors about the Rakshasa Kingdom.
The second is to find crops whose roots and rhizomes can be used as food.
Of course, this task was not given to Sang Ji alone. During the days they stayed in the city, Wei Yunlan and others took the opportunity to go out occasionally in the morning and evening to quietly inquire in the city.
Mosan is located on the edge of the Northwest countries. Among the more than 30 countries in the Northwest, it is a relatively remote one. Although Shahe City is the second largest city in Mosan, it is close to the desert and is covered by yellow sand all day long. There are not many caravans coming and going here.
But it’s not impossible.
Since his mother passed away two years ago, Sangji has been reduced to wandering around the city. Although he only knows how to steal and eat for free every day and lives a muddle-headed life, he knows the city better than ordinary civilians.
The caravans traveling to and from Shahe City mostly stayed at the Sanghua Inn in the west of the city, which was the largest inn in Shahe City, not far from the west city gate.
The crops that Wei Yunlan asked about were not grown in Mosan.
Sang Ji was going to try his luck with a foreign caravan at the inn, so early in the morning before dawn, he followed Chen Yan and Wang Lu and climbed out of the window together.
"This kid is quite active." Looking at the figure disappearing outside the window, Zou Yun sighed in a low voice.
"He's just a little cunning, and he started learning martial arts at an older age." Otherwise, he's a good candidate for cultivation by Tianshu Pavilion.
"It's not too late now."
Zou Yun was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled and nodded, "That's true, Miss Wei started practicing martial arts at this age, and her progress is not inferior to that of young people at all."
It can be seen that age does not explain the problem, talent and determination are the key.
As the two were talking, they heard a burst of noise outside.
The people living nearby all ran out of their homes and rushed to the streets.
"What happened?" Zou Yun and Wei Yunlan looked stern at the same time.
Carefully open the second-floor window a crack and look out from behind the window.
The people who ran out all stood consciously on both sides of the road, as if they were waiting for something.
The sound of bells rang out in the distance, and the originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and the team seemed to have become much more orderly than before.
After waiting for a while, I saw a group of llamas coming along the street. On the back of each llama sat a person wearing a white turban and a white robe. Some of them looked vaguely familiar, as if they were all from Prince Shahe's Mansion.
In addition, there is a rattan basket full of things hanging on each side of the llama.
The people queuing were waiting to receive the things in the baskets from these people.
The thing was less than half the size of a palm and could not be seen clearly from a distance.
After the team had passed and the people had dispersed with their belongings, Wei Yunlan could see clearly through the window what the child from Mi Zhu's family next door was holding.
It's a very small candle.
Zou Yun also looked through the window and saw the candles in the children's hands. "What are they for?"
"It may be related to the Moon Worship Festival." Wei Yunlan guessed.
Counting the days, tomorrow night will be the time for the annual Moon Worship Festival here.
The Mizhu family next door had received the candles and had returned home. I could clearly hear their voices from less than an arm's length away.
They seemed to be talking about the candles they had just received.
Wei Yunlan hadn't studied with Sang Jibai these days, so she roughly understood what they were saying, "Why did you start posting so late?"
In other words, in previous years, the Prince's Palace would distribute these things earlier than this year.
He must be delayed by something now.
Wei Yunlan didn't think that simply sending some people to search for their whereabouts in the city would delay such an important matter.
Unless something else happens in the Prince's Palace.
Thinking of the white-haired old man she met on the jade platform that day, she had a vague guess in her heart.
I'm afraid Shahe City is about to start to fall into chaos.
"No matter whether we get the information we want or not, we will leave Shahe City tomorrow night taking advantage of the festival celebration." Wei Yunlan decided.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a noise coming from the window.
Wang Lu and Sang Ji climbed in from the window one after another, searched around, and found Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun, then strode over.
Sang Ji had a happy look on his face. "The crop you asked me to look into has already been found!"
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