The Peerless Tang Sect’s Sun and Moon Glory

Chapter 4 People’s joys and sorrows are not the same



In the hazy sea fog, Wang Xiao stood at the very front of the warship deck, his hands holding the railing shaking slightly.

He is not only the deputy leader of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Group, but also a retainer of Xu Zihuang's family. These soldiers from the former Emperor's Dragon Soul Mentor Corps who defected with him are all direct descendants of Xu Zihuang's family.

A young man who looked to be no more than thirty years old walked from the cabin to the deck and came quietly behind Wang Xiao. He has a relatively slender figure and a feminine and delicate face. If it weren't for the obvious masculine characteristics at his throat, he could easily be mistaken for a woman at first glance.

Her long black hair was meticulously combed and spread over her shoulders, giving her the air of a graceful gentleman. Different from the soldiers of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Group, he was not wearing dark purple dragon pattern armor, but a luxurious white soul master robe.

The young man took a few steps forward and leaned against the fence side by side with Wang Yao. His deep black pupils followed Wang Yao's gaze and looked towards the dim sea in the distance.

"Uncle Wang."

"Yao Yang, actually you don't need to come with us. If the matter is exposed, you will have to live a life of escape like us. I am afraid that your family's thousand-year-old title will also be taken back." Wang Yao still looked at it. Staring at the distant sea, a pair of majestic tiger eyes rarely contained some other emotions.

Yao Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head, but his tone was extremely firm.

"If it weren't for the prince and you, I wouldn't be alive today, and the family bloodline would be cut off in my generation, let alone the hereditary title. If you want to flee, just flee. I have already lived such a stable life. I'm tired of it. I will never repay the kindness of the Prince in my life, and now I am rescuing his only heir. If I just sit back and do nothing, I really can't get over myself."

"If you successfully rescue the young master this time, I'm afraid you can't give up your identity as Viscount Yuenan."

A trace of reminiscence flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and he was not surprised by Yaoyang's attitude. He chuckled inexplicably and patted his shoulder.

Yaoyang's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.

"Uncle Wang, do you agree with my previous proposal?"

"We'll wait until the young master is rescued."

Wang Xiao waved his hand and did not give a positive answer. Then he turned around and came to the soldiers who were already ready to go.

Meng Cang, who had been seriously injured before, was among them. Under the treatment of the healing soul master, the wounds on his body had basically healed. But after suffering such a trauma, it is not possible to recover in an instant.

Wang Yao glanced at Meng Cang coldly, but kicked him out of the team.

Among the soldiers of the former Emperor's Dragon Soul Instructor Group, Wang Yao was obviously very prestigious. The entire deck was silent. Meng Cang opened his mouth to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

Wang Yan selected five more people from the team to stay on the warship with Meng Cang. Without saying much, he jumped directly from the deck to the sea with a wave of his hand.

Yaoyang and a group of more than 40 soldiers from the former Emperor's Dragon Soul Instructor Group followed closely behind, and the light of soul power flickered continuously in the darkness.

One after another, small boats were taken out of the soul guide and floated on the sea one after another.

This kind of boat is extremely strange, with no sails and a long and narrow hull. There are only three seats on each boat.

To be precise, this kind of boat can be regarded as a third-level soul guidance device, and each one has a third-level propulsion core array engraved in it. As long as you inject soul power, you can maintain high-speed sailing.

Everyone alternately injected their soul power into it to ensure that their soul power was at its peak, and at the same time, they kept the queue moving towards the vaguely silhouetted island in the distance.

Yao Yang, who was on the same boat as Wang Yao, suddenly changed. Her long black hair blew away in the wind, and her originally feminine temperament became extremely cold. His whole body became illusory, turning into a dark shadow, and thick black mist rose from beneath his feet. Those black eyes also turned into blood red.

Very strange.

One yellow, three purple, and three black, seven soul rings that exceeded the ratio of ordinary soul masters rose up from under their feet one after another. He seems to be less than thirty years old, but he is already a strong man at the Soul Saint level.

While the fifth black soul ring was shining, he said in a deep voice to everyone: "Be careful not to leave the range of my fifth soul skill."

Before he finished speaking, the soldiers and the ships under their feet disappeared on the sea one after another. It was as if the previous scene had never happened.

Meng Cang showed unwillingness and punched the deck hard, looking annoyed.

Among the soldiers left on the warship, a young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old quickly knelt down and helped Meng Cang up. There was a hint of dissatisfaction on the honest face that was 80% similar to Meng Cang.

"Father, you have obviously made great achievements this time. It is really unfair for the division commander to treat you like this."

The dissatisfaction is not only for his father, but also for himself.

He originally wanted to show off his talents, but his first mission after joining the Emperor Dragon Soul Instructor Group ended up like this. It is impossible to say that there are no emotions in my heart.

Hearing what his son Meng Lang said, the annoyance on Meng Cang's face disappeared. He raised his head suddenly with wide eyes, rounded his right arm and slapped his son hard.

"Bang, bang, bang--" Meng Lang was slapped dozens of meters and knocked down to the deck. He bounced three times in succession. His body and the fine iron guardrail were closely connected together. One can imagine how powerful this slap was. Heavy.

"You bastard!" Meng Cang's chest heaved up and down in anger. His previous injuries were all affected, and he coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

Meng Lang endured the burning pain on his cheeks and body, looked at his furious father, and lowered his head in fear and grievance.

After a long time to recover, Meng Cang covered his forehead and sighed to Meng Lang: "Have you not noticed that except for the veterans, all the division leaders left behind have soul powers that have not exceeded level 50?! Your soul power is only level 40. , and you haven’t even obtained the fourth soul ring, what can you do if you go with it?! It’s just a burden. There are two soul master groups there, and the Xihai soul master group is not as good as us The Imperial Dragon Soul Tutor Group is one of the few elite soul tutor groups in the Sun and Moon Empire."

"Forget it, Lao Meng, Meng Lang is just a little young and energetic. Weren't we the same way back then?"

The other five soldiers who were left behind were all older. One of them quickly smoothed things over and came to Meng Lang's side to help him up. It was Lao Cheng.

"Lao Cheng, don't speak for this bastard."

Meng Cang'e still looked at Meng Lang with a fierce look, but seeing his old brothers who had been born and died for decades come forward, it was hard to get angry again.

Meng Lang stood up and touched his swollen cheek, his face full of resentment.

His character is honest, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. At this time, it was natural to go downhill, not daring to offend his father again.

In the hall on the first floor of the castle shrouded in soul guidance lights, Xu Zihuang sat silently on the central seat, tasting the fragrant juice squeezed from fresh fruits that had just been shipped from the Sun and Moon Empire. Sitting on the upper left seat next to him is Hai Xiao, and on the upper right seat is Master Yu Yun, the leader of the Lanhai Soul Instructor Group who escorted the one hundred noble ladies.

A group of soul mentors formed from a border city on the West Sea of ​​the Sun and Moon Empire.

The level of soldiers varied greatly, and they were far inferior to Shanghai Xiao's Xihai Soul Mentor Group. There are only one hundred people.

As the division leader, Yu Yun is several dozen years older than Hai Xiao, but his cultivation level has just broken through to the Soul Saint level, and he still relies on the assistance of medicine. I am afraid that this will be the end of his life. His posture was very low in front of Hai Xiao, the eighth-level soul master.

Xu Zihuang raised his head with his right hand on his chin, and saw that the whole hall was full of warblers and swallows. Although the noble ladies were talking to each other, he knew that the attention of those noble ladies was actually entirely on his side.

"Hmph." He chuckled to himself in his heart. The scene in front of him reminded him of the time before he was exiled to this island.

At that time, he was still the only son of a powerful prince. The nobles of the Sun and Moon Empire tried their best to send their family's legitimate daughters to his family's mansion, just to find opportunities to contact him and seek the slim chance of marriage.

It was so similar to the current scene, but his situations were completely different twice.

The aristocratic ladies in the hall, either glamorous or innocent, always tried their best to show their best scenes in front of him inadvertently.

But people's joys and sorrows are not the same. Xu Zihuang just thinks they are noisy.

However, in order to satisfy his cousin Xu Tianran, he still pretended to be choosing.

Perhaps as Hai Xiao said before, he can keep all these noble ladies. But this is inconsistent with the character he has shown in the past.

In order to avoid any accidents, he still only planned to select ten from them.

Of course it's according to your own preferences. After all, there was no need for him to wrong himself.

It may be a bit slow in the beginning, but I can guarantee that the protagonist will take off after ten chapters. Actually, I wrote this because I ran out of good-looking Dou Er fans. To be honest, Douluo fans are a little tired of this assembly line of traveling through time in the first chapter, awakening the martial soul in the second chapter, and obtaining the first soul ring in the third chapter. Of course, I’m not saying how good my writing is. The first time I wrote a book, I was just trying to figure it out, and my writing style wasn’t very good. I just want to write down what is in my heart. I really like the background of Douluo. I estimate that my book will be about two million words or more. The character of the protagonist is not the kind of virgin who sucks dogs. He still has to have the character of a royal family. Probably the kind of genius who is a noble man. As for novels, everyone enjoys them. It’s so frustrating. It’s really a bit masochistic, haha. If you like it, you can vote for recommendation. Discussions are welcome. I usually read the comments after get off work.


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