Ukins flew very fast, Wuqi was 9 years old. At this time, he sat on Ukins' back again and looked at the earth, and suddenly had a new feeling. This seemingly beautiful world is actually full of dangers and even a bit cruel. Not everyone has good intentions like themselves, and not everyone can become friends with him like Croyd. There is a kind of person in this world called an enemy. When encountering an enemy, there is no other choice but to defeat the other party. Escape is just a temporary solution. You must completely make yourself safe. Only by surpassing the other party in strength can you live a peaceful and happy life.

Wuqi slowly closed his eyes on Ugins' back, and his heart was extremely calm. His mentality was much more mature than he had just gone down the mountain two years ago. He was no longer as simple as before, but became more and more delicate. At this moment, he finally understood why Croyd wanted to become a distant existence like the sword saint Abel, because only by reaching that invincible state can he truly live safely and freely, and there will be no scene where relatives and friends are bullied but unable to help because of his lack of strength.

"Here! Boy, I'll send it here. You can go up to Wushan by yourself. I'll leave. When you grow older, come to me again. Don't forget our agreement." After taking Wuqi's body to the foot of Wushan, Wujins finished speaking, and saw that the other party nodded slowly to him, he turned into a rainbow and moved away in the direction of the Rosa Kingdom, disappearing from Wuqi's sight.

For a full year, Ukins could not open the Old Scrolls without using any method, nor could he show the texts written in it, so he finally had to give up. But if he killed Wuqi and made the Old Scrolls recognize their master again, it would not be impossible to succeed. But in this way, it would be fine if it succeeds, but if it fails, Ukins will not only turn against the sword saint Abel, but also let him become the owner of the Old Scrolls leak out of his country.

He had never seen the true content of the Ancient Scroll, and naturally he could not guarantee that the martial arts he had written would be able to be cultivated in a short period of time. If the Sword Saint Abel and Hughesmi neutral country united all the elite troops of the two countries to launch an aggressive war against him in order to seize the Ancient Scroll, it would be a catastrophe for the Rosa Kingdom of Ugins, and the cost would be too great.

So Ukins gave up this unrealistic fantasy, and if he really killed Wuqi, what if the Ancient Scroll was destroyed together? After all, this Ancient Scroll is the most mysterious ancient book from ancient times to the present, and the legends from ancient times are also historically verified. Although it is too far away from this year, Ukins firmly believes that it is not just a legend, but a fact that it really exists. It is only because the circulating years have been passed down for too long that those who have truly seen that history have long been buried, which has made what has actually happened gradually spread into legends.

Instead of killing Wuqi at multiple risks, it is better to wait for Wuqichang to be more sensible and let him tell himself the words inside. In this way, Ugins will not only save his face, but will not turn against the sword saint Abel. Why not do it? As for the strength of the master-level wizard Wolson, he didn't take it seriously at all.

After saying goodbye to Wujins, Wuqi did not rush to climb the mountain, but observed carefully at the foot of Wushan Mountain, and then slowly walked towards the top of Wushan Mountain. While walking, he kept looking at the trees on both sides. There were still countless weeds, and the path was still so rugged and difficult to walk. The trees on both sides were taller than two years ago, but the branches and leaves were still green and there was no sign of withering. Wuqi's body climbed higher and higher, and his mood became more and more excited. When he came to the hillside and saw the houses where several senior brothers and sisters lived, a thick warm current suddenly flowed through his heart, which made him suddenly feel indescribable.

It feels so good to go home!

After Wuqi whispered in his heart, a smile appeared on his face. He was in a good mood and quickened his pace. Soon, he arrived at the top of the mountain. As soon as he stepped onto the top of the mountain, a huge door sign was imprinted with four large regular characters "Witcher's House". When Wuqi saw these four large characters written in brushes, he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He laughed happily, and couldn't help but shout from the corner of his mouth: "Master, I'm back! I'm back finally!"

The shout was actually not very loud, but because the top of Wushan Mountain was very quiet at this time, his shout was like a roar that soared into the sky, and there were long and long echoes after a long time. The sound came into the back mountain of Wushan from afar. "Master, I'm back!" Wolson, who was sitting on a big rock and was listlessly supervising the practice of the disciples, suddenly felt a trembling heart when he heard this voice. His eyes were filled with glamorous expressions of joy. Regardless of the practice of the disciples in front of him, he jumped suddenly and ran happily towards the direction of the front mountain.

As soon as Wolson's figure disappeared from the sight of these disciples, the disciples immediately stopped the martial arts they were still practicing hard and started to discuss. The originally quiet back mountain suddenly became noisy.

"Hey! Why did the master suddenly run away? Who was the voice just now?"

"I don't know. It seems like I'm just a child. I'm much younger than us."

"It sounds like a boy. He seems to be calling his master, so strange. Didn't the master not take over his disciple for a long time?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's the closed disciple he accepted before. But it's really strange. If he was really a disciple of the master, why have we been here for almost a year? Why haven't we ever heard from other disciples of the master talk about it?"

"That's right. The senior brothers and sisters have never mentioned that they have another junior brother."

"So, are we wrong?"

"No. Master runs so fast, you will never hear it wrong. Alas, let me forget it. Anyway, who comes here has nothing to do with us. It is still unknown whether Master will formally accept us as disciples. Everyone should work hard to practice. Try to transfer from outer disciples to inner disciples as soon as possible."

"Okay." After a young man about 30 years old said something, the other disciples who were still talking nodded and responded at the same time, and the back mountain returned to calm again.

But at this time, contrary to the quiet atmosphere in the back mountain, the atmosphere in front of Wushan seemed extremely warm. When Walson saw the short figure standing in front of his house, he felt warm in his chest and walked forward excitedly, hugged Wuqi tightly in his arms, and asked with concern: "Little bastard! Have you been doing well in the past two years? Have you been bullied? Are the teachers in the school looking down on me? Have you been excluded by other classmates?"

Wolson's question was like a continuous gun. He asked a few questions in one breath, which made Wuqi feel bored and didn't know which one to answer first. But Wuqi liked this feeling very much. In Wolson's arms, he felt very warm, just like in his father's arms, which made him feel particularly safe.

"Master, you asked so much in one breath, but I don't know what to say." After a long time, Wuqi said embarrassedly after Wolson let go of himself.

"Right, right. I'm not good at Master, so I should ask one by one. This way, you must be very tired when you come back. Let's take a break early today. I'll make some arrangements for you and talk to Master tomorrow."

"good."

The sun sets, the breeze blows, and a warm sunshine shines on the faces of the old and young masters and apprentices. It looks particularly warm at first glance. The old face is full of wrinkles, but he smiles kindly and kindly, and his face is amiable. The young face is constantly grimacing, but he cries without laughing, but he crys naughty and funny, which is very cute. The backs of the master and apprentices who are happily playing on the way home are like a beautiful scenery under the illumination of a few soft sunlight, which is particularly pleasant. It is also like a warm current flowing through his heart, making people feel particularly comfortable. This is the warm moment when Wuqi and Wolson meet again two years later.

The next day, when Wuqi came to Wolson's room and told him about all kinds of strange experiences that had happened in the past two years, Wolson's face changed rapidly, sometimes white, sometimes red, sometimes blue, and sometimes purple. He really didn't expect that Wuqi had experienced so many thrilling events in the past two years. He had just secretly thanked that Wuqi could survive by chance under the attack of the black bear. He immediately looked worried after hearing Wuqi faced the level 9 monster alone. But soon, before he completely put the big stone in his heart back to his original place, he was immediately shocked by Wuqi's defeat of the level 9 monster. But after taking a breath, Wolson had not yet recovered, his heart was raised to his throat during the experience of Wuqi being assassinated.

A long time later, when Wuqi told Walson everything that happened in the Kingdom of Rosa a few months ago, Walson finally broke into a cold sweat for Wuqi. But at the same time, he secretly called himself Qi for Wuqi's experience of being able to escape danger several times, and even gave his disciple a thumbs up.

"Hahahaha! My apprentice is so powerful! Little bastard, you really bring honor to your master!" Wolson raised his head and smiled, patted Wuqi's shoulder, then gave him a thumbs up, then his expression changed, his brows frowned slightly, and said in embarrassment: "However, this is the first time I have encountered this situation you are talking about. I didn't expect that your strength has not increased at all after practicing for 2 years. Even your physical strength and strength have not broken through the previous limits. It seems that this is a big problem."

Wuqi's eyes suddenly darkened when he heard this, and he sighed unwillingly. But the next sentence of Wolson made his eyes suddenly lit up, and his dim gaze suddenly became brighter.
Chapter completed!