"This is life. Although ordinary, I also like this kind of peace and tranquility. Sitting on the roof and watching the sun go down every day is also a kind of happiness."
The two of them continued to talk like this until the carriage left the city.
"Then let's send them here. Once they leave the city, the other four factions won't be able to detect any traces." Chi Wu looked at Irene in front of him. The two of them were currently standing in a pavilion by the road.
"Okay, see you later." Irene waved.
Chi Wu nodded slightly, took out a small gourd from his sleeve, opened the lid, and a bird-shaped ghost took shape beside him, then condensed into a yellow crane.
After riding on the yellow crane, Chi Wu's figure gradually turned into a black dot in the sky and disappeared into the distance.
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After receiving the two things given by Chi Wu, Loran Hill also began to practice diligently. On weekdays, he would often come to the shop to exchange his experience and insights on practice with Aitesi.
At this time, several other geniuses in the election also chose factions.
Ying Canxiao entered the Yanxing Gate, Huang Gu entered the Yonglei Mansion, Wu Xingkui prepared to go to Nuolanzhou, where there was a secluded place, and Tang Nanlian packed her luggage and prepared to go to Qingluyuan in Muqingzhou.
On the day of separation, the people I met at the dinner got together again, but this time there were fewer people, only about 10 or so.
In a pavilion on the hillside outside the city, a banquet table has been set up, and there is a small pot of stewing food in the red stove in the middle of the table.
"Sister Jialan..." Tang Nanlian sat beside Luo Lanxier, expressing her hopes and worries about the future. She hoped to shine in Qingluyuan, but she was also worried that after visiting the mountain, she would not be favored and would not be allowed to enter the mountain gate.
"Go and try, there is always a way." Loran Hill comforted Tang Nanlian, then looked at the other people at the table.
Huang Gu was still quiet, not because he was introverted, but because he didn't know what to say. So he ate and drank to his heart's content, looking quite free and easy.
Wu Xingkui held up his wine glass, looked at the gorgeous blue sky outside the pavilion, and hummed softly, thinking and meditating on a new poem.
Ying Canxiao sat alone at one side of the table, with no one on either side. He drank slowly, his eyes fixed on the delicacies on the plate, but his thoughts seemed to drift elsewhere.
"After this departure, I don't know how many years it will take for us to meet again. I would like to use this wine to bid farewell to all my friends, and wish you a safe journey..." Lan Yuanqing slowly stood up, saying words of farewell, and everyone stood up one by one.
Amidst the joy of the banquet, these young men, who were about 18 years old, separated and headed towards their own future and prospects.
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