By the pond, Sikong Haoxuan opened his eyes on time, behind him, Nan Xing's body was still shining with a faint red light. Ignoring the fact that Nan Xing returned to eat, Si Kong Hao Xuan was secretly happy in his heart, "When the body produces hunger it's too late." Having experienced this, of course he would not wake up Nan Xing, he would be happy for someone to be able to repeat his mistake.

In front of Sikong War, Sikong Haoxuan didn't dare to be too unrestrained after all, trying to recall the memories he had gotten in the Matrix, maintaining the demeanor that an aristocrat should have when dining.

Song Ziyan's right hand, which was holding the knife, was elegantly slicing and cutting the roasted meat in the carved crystal plate, gazing at Sikong Haoxuan, who was moving stiffly and out of shape, secretly laughing in her heart.

Family meal, Sikong Buqun did not care about his image at all, staring at Sikong Haoxuan "hehehe" strange smile, "I say, Xuan'er, are you physically unwell today? How come your movements have become a bit strange?"

In his heart, he said, "Old man, you never forget to throw stones." Sikong Haoxuan put down the delicate knife and fork in his hands and glanced at Sikong Buqun, "Grandpa, perhaps I sat for too long today, my body is a bit stiff."

Song Zi Yan was worthy of being Sikong Hao Xuan's biggest backstage in the Sikong Residence, hearing the old man flirting with his son, she busily changed the subject, "Xuan'er, it will be your birthday in a few days, what kind of gift do you want?"

When I heard the word "gift", Sikong Buqun's heart couldn't help but tremble, before he could excuse himself.

Sikong Haoxuan pulled out a red rope hanging on the neck of the ring, to the Sikong Buqun a smile, "Grandpa, your heart must have prepared a good gift for the grandson, it must be even better than this ring is it."

Hearing Sikong Haoxuan say this, Sikong Buqun could only nod his head yes with a bitter face.

Other than being alone with Song Ziyan, Sikong War, who had a stern face at all times, said, "Xuan'er, what do you wish for your father to give you?"

Sikong Haoxuan had some thoughts in his mind about this, "Father, I wish to obtain a sword that was used by the warriors of the Vanguard Battalion in your legion."

The eyes of the three people in the hall lit up, although they all knew in their hearts that Sikong Haoxuan must be practicing something, hearing that he took the initiative to ask for a sword, they could not help but be enlightened, this little guy turned out to be practicing a martial art. However, Sikong Haoxuan's following words placed the trio back in the mist.

"I was hoping to find Nan Xing a weapon that he would fit into."

After bidding the three farewell, Sikong Haoxuan walked out of the hall.

After receiving the hot brocade handkerchief presented by his maid to wipe his mouth and hands, Sikong Buqun shook his head and said, "I'm sure this little guy is doing this on purpose."

"Zi Yan, how come Xuan'er didn't ask for a gift from you alone? Could it be that your mother and son knew that Battle-er had nothing good to offer and discussed blackmailing me, an old man?" Sikong Buqun, who had been slaughtered again, was secretly heartbroken.

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Song Zi Yan laughed and put down the brocade handkerchief in her hand, "Father, how could I dare to blackmail you. The reason why Xuan'er didn't ask me for a gift, he clearly knows that my gift will definitely not disappoint him."

How could Sikong Buqun believe these words of his daughter-in-law? But there was nothing he could do about this clever and crafty daughter-in-law, and with his mind calculating how to minimize his losses, he shook his hand and left the hall.

Song Zi Yan personally poured her husband a full glass of the tribute wine that the old man had gotten from the palace, accompanied her husband to drink a full glass and said, "Xuan'er just now asked for the knife for Nan Xing, you're not allowed to send only one knife on his birthday, got it?"

Alone with Song Ziyan, the hard lines of Sikong War's face had long been bent. Although he felt that Song Zi Yan was spoiling Sikong Haoxuan too much, he still nodded his head and agreed.

The night sky of the Yag Continent was beautiful, the canopy lit up by the light blue moonlight. Twenty-four of the brightest stars were set in the canopy, eclipsing the stars in the sky.

In Sikong Haoxuan's special courtyard, Nan Xing, who had been awakened and returned by the cold wind, was devouring the table full of exquisite food. On the one hand, he felt his stomach rising, on the other hand, he felt that his hunger had not yet been quenched, two contradictory feelings, forcing Nan Xing to endure the feeling of rising, and kept stuffing food into his mouth.

Sikong Haoxuan smiled darkly and blocked Nan Xing who had already stuffed seven breads, five sausages, and six types of dishes into his stomach, saying, "If you don't want to experience this kind of feeling again in the future, then what you need to do is to precisely control the cultivation time."

The aroma of the remaining food on the table spread throughout the hall, stimulating Nan Xing's nerves. Nan Xing, who had his hand on his belly, smiled bitterly at Sikong Haoxuan, "Young Master, are you having someone remove this food first."

The maids removed the various types of food from the table, Sikong Haoxuan leisurely enjoyed the juice handed over by the maids and looked at Nan Xing, who was filled with a look of pain, with interest, "Now do you understand the difference between comprehension and reality?"

"Yes, young master. I understand what you mean, comprehension only opens a relatively correct door, however, the path to follow has to be taken one step at a time. I was overly hasty."

Sikong Haoxuan heartily admired Nanxing's extraordinary comprehension, "It is good that you can understand, the achievement of all things stems from accumulation. But accumulation is never a bit by bit process, one must not be too forceful."

"Many thanks for Young Master's teachings."

"Nan Xing, I've always wanted to ask you. Why did you request me to teach you martial arts last time? Don't you know that my father, or even my grandfather, would not refuse to teach you?" Sikong Haoxuan asked the question that had been sitting in the back of his mind for the past few days.

Excitement flashed in Nan Xing's eyes, "Young Master, do you believe in intuition? My self-consciousness tells me that you are stronger than the Legion Commander, or even the Bu Qun Family Master."

Sikong Haoxuan's heart was startled, of course he believed in intuition. Being a modern man and a great sorcerer, he clearly knew what it meant to have a sixth sense that was sharp to this extent, "Nan Xing, have you ever had a similar intuition before?"

Nan Xing's eyes slowly darkened, and his words were somewhat sad, "The night before my father was killed, I felt uneasy and advised my father to be careful. But ......"

Sikong Haoxuan closed his eyes for a moment and seemed to decide something. "Nanxing, I once told you. Method is not a necessary condition to reach the top, but today I will tell you that method is something that can give you a relatively high starting point. Everyone's distance from the end is different because their respective starting points are different, but surpassing inevitably has a price that corresponds to it."

Nan Xing had long forgotten his physical discomfort, his nerves completely tensed.

Sikong Haoxuan's words that immediately followed completely ignited the most urgent hope in Nan Xing's heart.

"I have the means to surpass."

Nan Xing did not interrupt Sikong Haoxuan's words, he knew that Sikong Haoxuan had not finished.

"But opposite to the method is a cost that is unimaginable to normal people."