Li Xuanyu walked past the martial arts arena with a book of war in his hands, and a breeze blew up from his clothes.
The next second, Zhou Qing, who was practicing his spear, appeared in front of a young general as if teleporting, casting a shadow that shrouded his entire body. "You," Zhou Qing's voice was as cold as ice, "just stared at Li Xuanyu for three whole breaths."
The dogtail grass in the young general's mouth fell to the ground with a clatter, and he almost bit his tongue: "Your Majesty Mingjian! This subordinate is really looking at the clouds! That cloud looks particularly like mutton buns..."
"He walked from east to west in a total of twenty-seven steps, and your eyes rolled twelve times," Zhou Qing sneered, "This cloud can still walk?"
"This subordinate is thinking of a plan to spread his influence to the east and attack the west!" Zhao Lan held his head in despair.
Zhou Qing pulled out the spear stuck on the ground with a "swish", and the tip of the spear accurately picked up the young general's belt and lifted him into the air: "Speak to the east and attack the west?" His voice suddenly became dangerous, "Speak to the west (Li Xuanyu) and say the east (yun) - this trick is used to confuse right and wrong."
At this moment, Li Xuanyu in the distance turned back as if aware. Zhou Qing instantly felt the warmth of spring blooming, waving his hand with a gentle smile.
"Look at him again," Zhou Qing squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, "I will let you experience for yourself what it means to 'strike to the west' - the kind that hits the west sky, hum."
