Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, but still looked at him, and said in a deep voice:

"Then you must be more careful, if something cannot be done, don't hesitate, retreat immediately and return to the mainland to cultivate.

Guanlan, you are a natural genius. I have never heard of a person at your age who has such profound morals. Even if my father is reborn, he will not be able to match you!

You need to understand that the future is with you, and you will get stronger and stronger as time goes on.

Maybe 20 years later, Jiuju First Class will be as insignificant as a clown in your eyes.

Don't be fascinated by Jiuju first-class, your future is much more important than Jiuju first-class! "

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin opened his mouth to say something, but he opened his mouth for a long time, but nothing came out.

Is Wang Xuebin talented?

To be honest, it is almost at the level of ordinary people, because of the influence of the system, the background that his body can carry is getting deeper and deeper!

It can be said that all his achievements are made by various abilities and a lot of time given by the system.

Regardless of his young age, if you count all the ages in the real world and the film and television world, he is already an octogenarian.

That is to say, the secretion of various hormones in his body is normal, which prevents him from turning into those senile old people with rigid thinking and fear of the future.

It is also thanks to the system's ability to solidify age. Without this ability, Wang Xuebin might still be working hard in pursuit of immortality.

Not to mention spending a lot of time learning some kind of knowledge!

"Don't worry, I'll be fine!"

Wang Xuebin looked at Uncle Jiu with a solemn face, nodded solemnly, and made a sincere promise. Seeing this, Uncle Jiu was a little relieved.

He owed Wang Xuebin's family too much, and he must not let Wang Xuebin sacrifice his life in vain because of his hatred.

If sacrifice is really necessary, it is enough to sacrifice yourself alone!

Uncle Jiu thought about it, and unconsciously put his hand on his chest. On his chest, he kept holding a book that hurt Tianhe.

The spells recorded in the book were only half used, and the Japanese country was turned into what it is today. If it is fully used, the Japanese country will definitely be devastated.

"Brother Bin...Uncle Ninth..."

In the tea room on the side, Lin Sir with red and swollen eyes pushed the door and came out, looked at Wang Xuebin and Uncle Jiu who were standing by the wall, and walked up to say hello.

At this time, Lin Sir still had that calm look, but there was a trace of determination in his brows.

Seeing his performance, Uncle Jiu and Wang Xuebin looked at each other, knowing that Sir Lin had let go of the knots of the past and dispelled his will to die.

Speaking of his will to die, Uncle Jiu also has a will to die, but Mao Shan and his party, under the enlightenment of the old Taoist priest, Uncle Jiu has long since repented.

Although Uncle Jiu is now mentally prepared for death, but at this time he is prepared to live towards death. It is best to live, and it is not regrettable if he cannot live.

Unlike Sir Lin just now, he just wanted to find a more tragic excuse to surrender his life.

After all, they are ordinary people, and they are a little too powerless in the face of such an existence as Li Gui.

This sense of powerlessness caused Sir Lin to feel at a loss. He didn't know the meaning of what he did, and whether he had the ability to shoulder the responsibility of protecting the citizens!

The biggest fear of people is not that they have no money or power, but that they are not needed. Humans are social animals. Once they are rejected by the group, they will collapse in a short time.

Lin sir is like this!

After all, Wang Xuebin's insights are still useful. He guessed the crux of Lin Sir's problem, and gave Lin Sir a goal, a goal that allowed him to survive!

"Brother Bin, you said you need my help with something, but I don't know... what it is!"

There was still a hint of cowardice in Lin Sir's expression, he was afraid, he was afraid, he was afraid that Wang Xuebin was lying to him just now, it was an excuse he made to explain him.

But Wang Xuebin really wasn't trying to comfort Sir Lin, looked at him, and asked solemnly:

"What I need you to do is very important and dangerous. If you are not careful, you may die. Are you...are you ready?"

Wang Xuebin did not ask him whether he agrees to do it, but directly asked him if he was ready. Lin Sir's performance did not exceed his expectations, and he nodded firmly:

"Brother Bin, don't worry, even if I die, I won't take a step back, I'm ready!"

Hearing such a firm answer, Wang Xuebin showed a smile on his face, looked at the solemn Lin Sir, stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Don't be so nervous, it's not difficult, I'll just ask you a word..."

"Do you know how to trade stocks?"

Chapter 3 and Four: The Action Begins

Kyoto has always been a simple and elegant city. In the streets and alleys, you can see the atmosphere that belongs to the Yamato nation everywhere. This atmosphere is cherry blossoms, shrines, kabuki, and waka.

Traditional costumes like kimonos are no longer festive costumes, but the unique style of young and beautiful girls.

Thanks to Japan's excellent information blockade methods, although people in the entire Kyoto occasionally panicked, they did not reach the point where the entire city was eager to flee.

Although people looked in a hurry, most of them were worried about not being able to contact their relatives and friends in Osaka.

As for the ghost?

You're not a kid anymore, do you really think that the Obon Festival will be haunted by ghosts?

"Simase, sir, can you take a picture of our mother and daughter?"

A pair of good-looking and plump young women, holding a camera in their hands, looked at Wang Xuebin with embarrassment.

Behind the young woman, a little loli about seven years old, with a big ponytail and big binging eyes, blinked at Wang Xuebin.

"no problem!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the mother and daughter with a warm smile on his handsome face.

Who knew that the young woman was still doing well, but the little loli was already blushing and hid behind the young woman, not daring to raise her head.

"Kongjiang, hurry up and thank you uncle!"

Hearing her mother's words, little Loli poked her head out from behind her mother, looked at Wang Xuebin shyly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you brother!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin also smiled, stretched out his hand to gently stroke the little loli's hair, took the camera, and said with a smile:

"No problem, where is the photo taken?"

The young woman bowed slightly when she heard the words, and then came to a blooming chrysanthemum with the little loli in her arms. The two squatted on both sides of the chrysanthemum, holding their cheeks with their hands, and posed in a blooming pose.

Wang Xuebin frowned slightly, raised the camera, pointed at the two, focused and adjusted the light, and recorded this beautiful moment with a click.