As soon as he returned to the martial arts club, Tong Ying remembered Tong Yuan's instructions in the morning to test his marksmanship.
So he said goodbye to Tong Ling, went back to the house with the silver spear, and went straight to the martial arts arena.
"Why did she come back so early today?
Did she change her character?" There were no other martial brothers or teachers in the martial arts hall, but only Tong Yuan.
When he saw Tong Ying, he felt a little surprised and asked with a smile.
"Well...
Junior Sister had something to do in the school, so she came back earlier." It seemed that he seldom told lies in front of his master, so his expression was somewhat unnatural.
He did not deliberately hide the encounter with the fortune teller on the street today.
He just felt that he had grown up and that he could solve some problems by himself, so there was no need to bother his master.
"Is that so?
This is different from that girl's usual personality.
She usually doesn't go home until dark no matter how big a thing she does." Fortunately, Tong Yuan didn't hesitate on this matter.
He took his own long spear from the weapon rack at the side and pointed at Tong Ying with the tip of the spear.
He said, "Come on, I'll personally examine the results you've learned today." "Yes." Tong Ying took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the spear, and replied solemnly.
Not long after, the sounds of metal colliding rang out in the martial arts arena.
The master and disciple were tussling with each other.
The two long spears in their hands seemed to be two long dragons engaging in a fierce fight.
"Spear cuts a line!" "A spear is afraid of shaking its head!" "If you want to hit millions of people, why don't you stab them?" The martial arts hall was full of Tong Yuan's voice, and it became more and more severe as time went on.
...
"Stop!" Tong Yuan suddenly drew a long spear and jumped out of the ring.
The smile on his face was not visible at all.
Instead, he looked at Tong Ying with a gloomy face and said coldly, "If you were on the battlefield now, you would have died many times over!" Tong Ying couldn't help sweating after hearing his master's scolding.
He immediately knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and didn't dare to breathe.
"Haven't I told you that you can't be distracted when you're competing with a martial artist?
Otherwise, you'll die without a burial place!" Tong Yuan was obviously extremely angry, and he gasped for breath.
"Disciple...
disciple knows that I'm wrong." Tong Ying felt the bitterness in his mouth.
He felt extremely ashamed and was speechless.
He knew that he was not focused when he fought with Tong Yuan just now.
The reason was very simple.
He was still thinking about the words of the fortune-teller.
Although he had warned himself not to think about it before the match, he still unconsciously remembered every word the man said.
How could he not understand?
"Well, you can get up first." Tong Yuan shook his head and waved to Tong Ying, who was on his knees.
"Yes." Tong Ying did not dare to disobey his master.
He slowly stood up and lowered his head to stand aside.
"I've only accepted three inner disciples.
Ying'er, you're the youngest.
You may not be as talented as your two senior brothers, but in my eyes, you're the most resilient." Tong Yuan took a deep breath and tried his best to lower his voice.
Tong Ying bowed his head and listened to his master's teachings silently.
"In fact, you have done a good job.
It's just that I have high expectations of you.
What I said just now is a bit heavy.
Don't put it in your heart..." "Master, why did you say that?
I did have other intentions just now, and I was willing to be blamed by you.
I dare not complain to you.
Master, I hope you can see through me!" Tong Ying was so scared to kneel on the ground again after hearing Tong Yuan's words.
"Well, get up.
I see that you're restless.
Let's call it a day.
You should go to bed early," said Tong Yuan with a smile.
Perhaps because the young man was clever, he smiled and helped the young man up.
Tong Ying saw that Tong Yuan didn't blame him anymore and felt more guilty.
He said repeatedly, "Master is so generous to me.
I feel guilty..." "Okay, okay, you don't have to say that.
Master knows what you're thinking.
Go to rest." Tong Yuan waved to Tong Ying and cut him off.
Tong Ying walked out of the martial arts hall with uneasiness and gently closed the door.
By this time, it was dark, and most of the houses in the martial arts club had been lit with oil lamps, while Tong Yuan stood silently in the dark martial arts hall with his hands clasped behind his back.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
Not knowing how long it took, a faint voice came out from the quiet martial arts hall.
"It's not you who has a guilty conscience, it's me..." "The weather is dry, be careful of the fire candle...
The weather is dry, be careful of the fire candle..." Listening to the crisp knocking of the night watchman outside the window, the boy lying on the bed didn't feel sleepy at all.
He couldn't help taking out the carved dragon stone wall that he kept close to his bosom.
He stroked it over and over again, outlining the shape of the stone wall in the dark.
The reason why he cared so much about what the fortune-teller had said today was that the man had mentioned the stone wall, and the stone wall was the only thing left by his father.
Could he find any clues about his father through the stone wall?
This thought lingered in the heart of the young man and could not be dispersed for a long time.
He once had no confidence in looking for his family, but this sudden figure let him see a glimmer of opportunity.
Perhaps it was very rare, but anyway, the young man was not willing to let go of this chance, which might be the only chance for him.
Having made up his mind, Tong Ying put the jade jade into his arms and quietly walked out of the martial arts school in good clothes.
The evening breeze on the winter night was a little cold, and it was injected into his body through the corner of his clothes, making Tong Ying shudder unconsciously.
He hurriedly tightened his collar, and then plunged his whole figure into the darkness under the wall to slowly move forward.
It was no wonder that the childhood hero was so cautious.
Although the current Emperor Han was still the king nominally, whether he was the king of the land and the minister of the land in the world, anyone with a little foresight could feel that the big empire had gradually faded away from its former glory.
It was busy taking charge of the country in the wild.
The little guys were struggling to rise to the top, and the court was not stable and their loyal ministers were separated.
Outside the court, the rebels launched an endless fire.
The rebellion of the Yellow-scarved Army in the Qing, Xu and other states was getting stronger and stronger, and even occupied many small cities.
Although the imperial court had sent troops to suppress it, it had not achieved much.
It was exactly because of the supervision that the officers and soldiers from all over the country were on high alert to prevent all kinds of spies from sneaking into the city.
Tong Ying did not want to be accused of colluding with bandits and thrown into prison by the city-guarding guard who was eager to win the merit.
Therefore, it was normal to be more careful on this trip.
Tong Ying took the time to come to the 10-mile slope agreed by the fortune-teller.
Under the bright moonlight, he vaguely saw a figure with his back to him.
Who else could it be if it was not the fortune-teller in the daytime?
"Greetings, master." Tong Ying stepped forward and saluted the man respectfully.
"You're here." The fortune-teller turned around, looked at Tong Ying and said with a smile.

"I'm Tong and my name is Ying.
I was too hasty during the day so I haven't asked the master's name yet." The young man first told him his name, then asked the master's name.
"Hehe, he's just a commoner.
He doesn't deserve to be called a 'master'." The fortune teller who called himself 'onefu' waved towards Tong Ying and said.
"Master Shan, you're too modest..." Tong Ying still wanted to say something, but he saw Shanfu smile and wave his hand to interrupt him.
"Little brother, don't you want me to solve your dream?
Why don't you lend me something related to the dragon on you?" "Does it have something to do with dragons?" Tong Ying quickly took out the stone wall carved with dragons and gave it to Shanfu with both hands.
Shan Fu took the stone wall and looked at it carefully.
He did not speak for a long time, while Tong Ying was eager to know any information about this stone wall from him.
"It's really this thing!" After a long time, Shan Fu sighed and looked solemn.
"You know about this stone wall?" Tong Ying was surprised and delighted.
He immediately asked.
"Wall?" Shan Fu glanced at Tong Ying and then looked at the dull "huzy stone" in his hand.
Suddenly, he nodded with a smile and carefully rubbed the stone wall in his hand again.
Then, he slowly said, "In fact, the stone wall was not impossible when it was made.
After all, it was made from a multicolored stone." After a pause, he continued, "I just didn't expect that I could really see such a divine object!" "Divine object?" Tong Ying was stunned.
This stone could also be called a "divine object"?
"This wall is called Aolong.
In the past, a catastrophe fell from the sky and Mount Buzhou was cut off in half.
Water from the Heavenly River poured into the human world.
Goddess Nvywa, the Great Divine Priest, could not bear the suffering of the human.
She refined Five Colored Stone to fill the sky and broke the/58/7's feet to hold up the four poles to calm down the flooding and fierce beasts, and then the water from the Heavenly River faded away.
Moreover, the Five Colored Stone could fill the sky.
Goddess Nvywa left it under Mount Buzhou.
Later, Yu got the Five Colored Stone, so he refined the wall." "Ah..." The young man was stunned as if he had been confused.
He didn't know what the one-eyed blessing was talking about.
How could the stone wall his father left him be related to the legendary "Great Divinity Nuwa" and "Emperor Yu"?
This made him puzzled.
"Little Brother, where did you get this Divine Tool?" A glint flashed across his eyes.
He wasn't in a hurry to return the stone wall to Tong Ying.
"My father left this to me," Ying'er replied honestly at the back of her head.
"Where is your father?" Shan Fu continued to ask.
"I don't know.
This is the only thing my father left to me.
I also want to find my father's trace through this thing." Tong Ying's face darkened and she said in a low voice.
She knew that she couldn't find any trace of his father.
"I was abrupt.
Please forgive me." Seeing his words, Shan Fu knew that he was not lying and immediately apologized.
Tong Ying just waved his hand and did not say anything.
"Brother, please put the wall away.
In fact, it's not a stone, but a jade..." One Fu handed the wall over to Tong Ying.
Seeing him carefully put the stone wall in his arms, he suddenly said seriously, "It's said that this jade has the power to change the sky and earth.
It's not easy for an ordinary person to control it.
I saw you with an extraordinary bearing in Chang'an City today, so I asked you.
It seems that you're the one who returned to fate after the reincarnation of fate." "Bestowed by fate?" Tong Ying was slightly stunned.
He felt that the man's words were getting more and more mysterious.
Why did he have something to do with the mandate of heaven?
However, it made sense to say that the wall was made of jade.
No wonder he felt that it was heavier than a stone all the time and it was heavy in his underwear pocket.
"Haha, actually, I heard this from someone else.
Perhaps he knows more than I do.
If Little Brother has any intention, why don't you..." said Shan Fu as he gently smiled and changed the topic.
"Master, where is this person?" From his words, Tong Ying saw a glimmer of hope to find the trace of his father, and asked eagerly.
"Water Mirror Mountain Village!" said one word at a time.
"Water Mirror Mountain Village?" Tong Ying frowned.
"Are you referring to a world-renowned hermit, Mr.
Water Mirror?" "Exactly!" Shan Fu nodded.
"If Little Brother wants to know more about the 'Azure Dragon Wall', you have to go to the Water Mirror Mountain Village.
Perhaps Mr.
Shui Jing knows some information about your father." "Thank you, master." There was a flash of determination on Tong Ying's face, and he cupped his hands to thank Shan Fu.
At this time, he saw the east began to shine, so he was ready to say goodbye to Shan Fu.
"Wait a minute, little brother." Shan Fu stopped Tong Ying, took out an item from his sleeve, and handed it to him.
"This thing was obtained by me by chance in the past.
You can bring it with you.
For one thing, it may have something to do with the Dragon Wall.
For another, it can be used as a keepsake and hand it over to Mr.
Water Mirror.
Once he sees this thing, he will know what you are doing and will explain it to you." "Thank you, master." Tong Ying took the thing in the hands of Shan Fu.
Before he had time to look at it carefully, he heard Shanfu say, "Well, it's getting bright, and I have to go far." "Master..." Tong Ying raised his head and saw the back of Shanfu leaving.
He couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted at him, "Master, where are you going?" "Oh, the world is big, and I can't go anywhere." Shan Fu did not look back and waved his hand.
"Then when will the two of us meet again?" Tong Ying chased after him, unwilling to give up.
But he stopped and continued to ask.
"If fate has it, we will meet again." Shan Fu's voice came drifting from afar.
His figure had already disappeared into the col.
Tong Ying stood still for a while and could not help sighing after he confirmed that Shanfu would not look back.
He also embarked on the way home.
However, what Tong Ying didn't know was that after he turned around, Shan Fu slowly walked out of the valley.
Seeing Tong Ying gradually walking away, a complicated expression flashed across his face.
"The divine object is born, and the Jade Oracle has appeared.
The Jade Oracle is carrying the mandate of heaven to save the world from chaos.
I'm afraid that the world will be in chaos soon.
It seems that I can't escape this catastrophe." After a long time, he lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Kong Ming, you have done everything you told me to do.
The catastrophe is coming.
What are you going to do?" Unfortunately, other than himself, no one else could hear his words.
The rising sun slowly drew the silhouette of the distant mountains into a golden color.
It curled and unfurled and covered the mountain mist, making it impossible for anyone to see it clearly...