The Snows of Tasikel

, he seems to have already known everything that goes with the flow.

"I understand," the Prophet nodded, "I can indeed help you, whether it is to help you leave the imperial city, restore your sealed feelings, or even abolish your soul art, I can do it. But in Before that, young Son of Water, I need to ask you a question..."

"Prophet please speak."

"What do you think the world is made of?"

Sui Liu didn't expect the Prophet to ask such a far-fetched question. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Soil, water, fire, air, trees, soul, day, and night."

"Yes, the most standard answer for a soul warlock, but it's extremely superficial." The prophet commented mercilessly, then he turned his head and adjusted his eyes to look at Si Sheng, "What about you? Do you think the world is made of What is it made of?"

"Human beings." Si Sheng didn't expect the prophet to ask him suddenly, and blurted out without much thought.

The simple and neat answer made Ci Yi a little moved by it. He touched his chin, "A humanist?... No wonder the autonomy was given to the territory."

"Why do you..." Si Sheng wanted to ask how the prophet knew. Although it is not a big secret that he delegated autonomy in the territory, because it would anger the ruling circle, he did it very low-key. Even if this person is a prophet, it is too amazing up...

This cannot be blamed on Si Sheng, he only believes in what he sees with his own eyes, and he has seen too many examples of soul warlocks using soul techniques to deceive people. In his mind, the prophet is just a son of a soul who has lived too long. Nei Li is not much different from a charlatan.

However, the Prophet seemed to be very optimistic about Si Sheng. He smiled a little and said, "Decentralization of autonomy, I appreciate this behavior! Tsk... I really want to help you, because in this way, you may succeed. But Judging from your behavior pattern, without my help, you may also..."

Si Sheng raised his eyebrows, this prophet is really arrogant, can I succeed with your help?You are too self-righteous.

The Prophet was used to talking to himself, so he didn't notice Si Sheng's unhappy face at all, or he turned a blind eye when he found out. He put his hands together, looking like a big hooligan, but what he said was very serious, "Si Sheng, You have chosen a painful path, which may be due to your experience and personality. From my point of view, this is the right path, but do you really know what kind of path you have chosen? You may You will lose your left and right arms, your lover, and even your life because of this. Even so, you still want to go like this?"

Si Sheng didn't want the Prophet to intervene in his own business, so he bowed alienatedly, "Your Majesty makes your own decision, and the Prophet will take care of you."

The Prophet smiled knowingly, showing a sense of contempt for some reason, "Well, I'm just an ordinary soul warlock after all, and it's impossible to divide into two people. Now there is someone here who needs my help more, Molus Pera's Disciple, I'm afraid you don't really want me, an outsider, to help you..."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to Liu Liu.

Hearing what Ci Yi said, Sui Liu understood that he had agreed to help him, but he still cared a little bit about the criticism just now, he lowered his head, "I have let you down."

"Yes, very disappointed." The Prophet remained merciless, "Your lack of emotion makes you have no values ​​at all, and you have nothing in your mind except the established soul art data and rigid knowledge. One point can be seen from your arbitrarily wanting to abolish your own soul power. Soul power is innocent. What qualifications do you have to abolish it? You can’t even be a human being, so how do you become the son of the soul and control the soul? power? The world is not that simple."

"I'm sorry." Sui Liu replied respectfully, he has always known where his flaws are, and he has always been unable to resist. This is actually not his mistake, but his greatest regret.

He has no emotions, and knows nothing about this world except the art of the soul.

However, Si Sheng became inexplicably unhappy when he heard the Prophet's slander.This prophet, he may have some ability, but this kind of superior attitude really deserves to be beaten...

Although he didn't say it, he just reached out and pressed Liu Liu's shoulder.

"Why, you want to help him too?" The Prophet noticed Si Sheng's unhappy gaze, and he could see from the beginning that Si Sheng seemed to be a little different from Sui Liu.

Si Sheng still didn't speak, but he gave Ci Yi a provocative look.

The Prophet smiled smugly, "What are you going to do to help him?"

"I can……"

"Take him back to your territory?"

"..."

The Prophet shook his head, "Ricai is now troubled. If Yidu III finds out that you have recruited the Son of Water, it is basically tantamount to blatantly notifying the Eastern Red Royal Family that you want to rebel. And the side of the Glory Continent is now owned by the Irene Youting Empire. During the preparations for the war, there were dozens of soul warlocks who looked at him in the Imperial Penitentiary and were on equal footing with you. As an envoy, you have no freedom of movement. You are too busy to take care of yourself. How can you ensure his safety? ?”

Si Sheng was cut and beaten repeatedly by him, and his momentum was weak, but he didn't let go, "Don't bother me, Mr. Prophet, if I want, I have my own way."

"No need."

This time, it was Sui Liu who spoke, "Master Si Sheng can help me find the prophet. I am extremely grateful. You really don't have to take risks for me."

Si Sheng looked at the Prophet, then at Sui Liu, and suddenly felt very discouraged, yes, what was he doing with him, and Sui Liu was not someone he was. Although he could help him in his own way, he always took risks. If you are not careful, you will lose the things you have worked hard for many years, why bother?

"...Then, Lord Prophet, and... Son of Water, we will meet later." Si Sheng always did things neatly, and after finishing speaking here, he immediately lifted his legs and left.

"Disciple of Molu Spera, wait a minute, we need a witness." The prophet stopped Si Sheng.

"Witness?" Si Sheng turned his head.

The Prophet straightened his clothes and turned to Swirl again.

"Follow the flow, the art of the soul is not what you imagined, and the world you think is not what you imagined, if I tell you, I can help you learn how to use the art of the soul correctly, how to be a real child of the soul , are you willing to come with me and be my apprentice?"

Sui Liu raised his head abruptly.

"From today onwards, you are my prophet Ciyi's first apprentice, and you will be the only one during your lifetime."

Hearing this, Sui Liu's flat face finally felt a little moved, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Ci Yi.

Si Sheng watched from the side, and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. He was not willing to go with the flow and learn from a teacher like this, but he couldn't stop it.Everyone knows that this is the most perfect way for Sui Liu, Sui Liu doesn't need to abolish the power of the soul, because the prophet Ci Yi is the person who can protect him the most in this world.

"Well, this is a historic scene in the Five Continents. Has the Prophet finally accepted an apprentice?" Si Sheng's tone was provocative. He was no longer young, but he himself couldn't figure out why he wanted to disrespect the Prophet.Maybe it was because of that inexplicable depression?

The Prophet raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled strangely at Si Sheng.For a moment, Si Sheng felt as if he had been seen through, and he coughed in embarrassment.

The Prophet turned his head and patted Sui Liu's head, and the elder made a full face, as if the weird smile just now was just passing away, "Then from today on, you will practice with me, wherever I go, you will go, and I will let you go." What you do, you can't go against it, I may be a stricter teacher than the elders of the ascetic monastery, you have to be mentally prepared for this."

"Sui Liu understands." Sui Liu bowed.

Si Sheng sneered in his heart, because he is better than those old men in the ascetic monastery personally, the prophet you are comparing with is a bit too inferior.

"Then..." The Prophet gathered the cloak on his body, and was about to draw an empty spiritual language array to leave, but Sui Liu tugged on the Prophet's sleeve. He turned around and said to Si Sheng respectfully: "Si Sheng, thank you."

Si Sheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the son of the soul would still remember himself, but he couldn't open his mouth to the wandering lion in front of the prophet, so he waved his hand, "It's just a matter of little effort, as long as you learn from the prophet in the future, you can be with me." I'll pay it off by fighting it out."

Si Sheng was very magnanimous, but the will of the soul son was even firmer.

He bowed to Si Sheng on his knees, which was the etiquette of the Eastern Red Empire that he had read from the book.

He turned towards Si Sheng in Dongchi language that he was not very proficient in, and jumped out word by word, "Sui Liu is a useless person. As the son of the soul, he can't control the power of the soul. It's ridiculous to say such things. But Lord Si Sheng did not abandon me like a shoestring because of this, and even risked a serious crime to rescue me from the capital, I have nothing to repay, if there is any encouragement in the future, it will definitely be obligatory."

Si Sheng was dumbfounded by his serious and poor Dongchi language.

The Prophet Ci Yi burst out laughing unceremoniously, but Sui Liu was very calm, perhaps because he was used to being a maverick in the ascetic monastery, he didn't care about the reactions of the people around him, after saying this, He stood up and bowed to the Prophet, "Borrow Master's blank spiritual language scroll."

The Prophet suppressed a smile and took out a scroll from his arms.

Si Sheng saw a strange blue silk thread floating on Sui Liu's chest, which was... the sacred language on his body!

silk thread