Xiang Yang even thought that Shui Wuhen, who looks like this, is worthy of such powerful martial arts and strength. Otherwise, how could a guy full of power have achieved such a success?

"No, no, no, or my ideas are still a little narrow. As long as I have a strong will and an unyielding spirit, I may achieve success in martial arts. Not every master is like me and Shui Wuhen."

Xiang Yang sighed. For the sake of martial arts, he gave up too much. Not to mention family affection, friendship and love are all gone away from him. All that is left is strength. Such a life is probably monotonous and boring in the eyes of some people.

In this world, many warriors who have proved enlightenment enjoy a wanton life like ordinary people, with considerate family members, loyal friends, unswerving lovers, or rivals that match them.

As for people like Xiang Yang and Shui Wuhen, although there are not none, they are also very rare, so Xiang Yang suddenly developed a slight affection for Shui Wuhen. Even though the two of them had never been masked, even if Shui Wuhen's image had collapsed a little in his heart.

"After saying so much, I'm just reminding you, to be honest, I have known the leader for so many years and have never seen through him, and I can't guess what he wants. Perhaps only people who are similar can see him clearly."

Wan Dongliu was in a low mood at the end. His relationship with Shui Wuhen was probably a good teacher and friend, but he always lacked something, which made him unable to see through Shui Wuhen's heart.

"Does he want to be complicated? Maybe what he wants is very simple, but outsiders have complicated his thoughts."

An idea flashed through Xiang Yang's mind, but he didn't say it out loud. Let's make a judgment when he sees Shui Wuhen.

Waiting with ease is boring, and Wan Dongliu would not let such a thing happen. He selected twenty young masters from the Dajiang League, all of whom had their own strengths, and practiced and discussed in front of Xiang Yang in pairs and asked him to give advice.

Although they are of the same age, Xiang Yang's martial arts are far superior to these people, so he has no pressure to guide them. While spending time, he has won the respect and yearning of many young people.

It was not until evening that the golden crow hung westward, the sky and the earth were dull, and the cold starlight reflected on the slowly flowing water surface that Xiang Yang saw the water returning in a hurry.

He is majestic, no less than Xiang Yang. He is wearing a light green embroidered cloud clothing and is spotless. He is wearing a pair of black leather pointed boots under his feet, and a thumb-sized gem is inlaid on the outside.

Shui Wuhen's hair is not the long hair of the public, but short hair similar to modern society, loose and capable. If Xiang Yang's eyes are like that, it is somewhat similar to Weizhuang, a young man in the bright moon in the Qin Dynasty.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is Shui Wuhen's temperament, with three points of domineeringness, three points of warmth, and four points of coldness, which is the kind of ruthless coldness.

In the octagonal stone pavilion, Wan Dongliu Wan Tiancheng and his son had left, and the Dajiang League gangs scattered around the left and right were also disbanded. In such a huge space, the quiet night was shining under the red lanterns on all sides of the stone pavilion, only Xiang Yang and Shui Wuhen.

"Xiang Yang, I heard your name a long time ago. I finally saw you today, which is similar to what I thought."

Shui Wuhen's personality is indeed as Wan Dongliu said, a little domineering. As soon as he appeared, he looked up and down with a scrutiny gaze, and then spoke.

The sounds sound very clean, very clear, and gentle, with a bit of a sunny boy feeling.

"Oh? The Dragon King also knows my name? Xiang Yang is lucky enough to have sex with his three lives, but I want to know more about what I look like in the Dragon King's eyes?"

Xiang Yang was still sitting steadily on the chair and asked curiously when he heard Shui Wuhen's words.

Until now, he has never seen clearly what kind of person he belongs to, because the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear, and he really wants to understand what image he is in the eyes of others.

And for a long time in the past, Shui Wuhen was the goal he worked hard for and struggled for, which made him even more curious. Is he good or bad in the eyes of his idol?

"Young, heroic, and sharp. Most importantly, your enthusiasm for martial arts is exactly the same as I imagined."

Shui Wuhen took black boots and sat opposite Xiangyang in two steps. He put his hands on the table, and took out a pot of wine and two transparent crystal wine glasses from somewhere.

Before Xiang Yang could speak, Shui Wuhen had already filled two transparent crystal wine glasses first. The light green liquid emitted a fresh aroma of wine, which was much better than what Xiang Yang had drunk in the previous two hours.

Xiang Yang was speechless and just looked at Shui Wuhen's actions. He felt that this martial arts myth was also very familiar with the problems he had learned from the Wan family's father and son just now.

"Come on, come on, today we have plenty of time, so we might as well have a long talk all night. It's been a long time since I met a young man as interesting as you."

Poured the wine, Shui Wuhen pushed one of the glasses in front of Xiang Yang, picked up the other glass and took a drink, narrowing his big eyes into a line, looking very comfortable and relaxed.

Xiang Yang reached out and pinched the cup, shook it, and took a sip. It had no powerful magical effect. The little bit of spiritual energy was so weak that the only thing that could be taken out was that it tasted excellent and could satisfy the demands of people who were good at wine.

"How is it, it tastes good? I know you just drank the wine with that guy Wan Dongliu, but his wine is either mixed with this spiritual fruit or an extra spiritual medicine, which is too bland.

Drinking is to practice qigong, not to be happy. It is really boring, so it is better to eat spiritual fruits directly and take effect faster."

Seeing Xiang Yang's slightly relaxed expression, a smile appeared on Shui Wuhen's face. While speaking, he raised the thing in his hand, touched a cup from afar, and continued,

"So what do you think of me? By the way, what is my old guy in your heart?"

When I heard this question, those with high emotional intelligence were probably a flatterer. Those with low emotional intelligence were extremely speechless, and they were so blushed that they didn't dare to tell the truth.

But Xiang Yang is straightforward.

"To be honest, the Dragon King's past is a godlike figure in my heart.

You are strong, majestic, wise, courageous, and tolerant. You have too many advantages and can be said to occupy a very important position.

I am from Yongzhou and grew up listening to the legends and deeds of the Dragon King since I was a child. I have also regarded you as the goal of struggle and hard work.

But now, it seems to be very different from what I imagined.

You are not God, you are not perfect, you are also human, with your own shortcomings.

I hope Xiang Yang’s heartfelt words did not embarrass you.”

Why tell the truth?

Xiang Yang just holds the simplest and simplest idea, one thing to say, two thing to say, two thing to say.

When facing the person in front of you, treating each other sincerely is the greatest respect.

"Well? If you say that, aren't you afraid that I will get angry or get angry?"
Chapter completed!