341. In The Future, When I Become A Saint, When The Tower Is Smashed, Everyone Will Praise My Real N

"how?"

"I remember..."

Lu Sheng said softly: "Your office has a huge floor-to-ceiling window, through which you can see far away."

Zhao Kangtai on the other end of the phone subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the window.

At the same time, Lu Sheng who was sitting in the taxi also turned his head to look out the window.

The eyes of the two seemed to converge in one direction at the same time.

BEE....

It is a towering towering, straight into the sky, a strange-shaped tower in the shape of a hexagon.

This is the Seventh Saint Wu Da, the tower of Wu Sheng representing the majesty and will of Wu Sheng Tan Zhongyu.

Farther away, there are six other towers of the same height.

Lu Sheng's eyes seemed to reflect the phantom of the tower.

He sat quietly in the back seat of the car with his back straight.

Looking out the window, his face was unprecedentedly calm and stable.

"Vice principal, do you know what I'm going to do after I become a martial artist?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Kangtai froze for a moment.

Before he could think of what to say, he heard Lu Sheng's flat voice.

"In the future, I will be a martial saint, and I will smash the tower... so that everyone can praise my real name."

"Doo beep———

The phone hangs up.

Zhao Kangtai stood there blankly, looking at the busy landline on the table in front of him, he didn't know how he felt for a while.

He "August 40" day I was a martial saint, and I was a high-ranking tower. Everyone can praise my real name.

Lu Sheng's words could not stop echoing in his ears.

Zhao Kangtai turned his head and his eyes fell on a silver-gray tablet quietly placed beside the table.

A completely pitch-black avatar is displayed on the flat screen, and below it is a beating number representing the duration of the call.

"Wu Sheng..."

Zhao Kangtai took a deep breath and spoke in a complicated tone.

The pitch-black virtual human figure fluctuated, and a calm and gentle middle-aged man's voice came out from it.

"Since he doesn't want to, forget it."

Zhao Kangtai opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but in the end he could only nod and whisper.

"Okay, then I will cancel the ceremony and everything"

"You don't have to feel sorry..."

The black virtual figure then spoke.

"He has his own way to go, it's just not with us.

Although the idea is quite naive and ridiculous, but..."

"It's true that I haven't seen such an interesting martial arts junior for a long time."

Zhao Kangtai showed a complex face, making the person in front of him say the word "interesting" is already a very high evaluation.

Zhao Kangtai gritted his teeth, and suddenly mustered up the courage to say: "My lord, after all, it was because of us that Lu Sheng provoked the Lian family of Shangjidao Martial Arts.

You know Lian Su's character, even Ji Bei and his son died at the hands of Lu Sheng, I'm afraid she won't let it go..."

"Since Lu Sheng chose the path himself, he naturally knew what the consequences would be, and he had to bear it alone."

The black virtual humanoid opened its mouth lightly.

The indifference revealed in the words made Zhao Kangtai feel a little chilled in his heart.

"I'm afraid that Lian Su will go crazy and attack Lu Sheng's family..."

Zhao Kangtai knew that he was talking too much, but he really wanted to fight for Lu Sheng.

The black avatar fell silent.

Zhao Kangtai stood in front of the tablet with his head down, straight and humble, with drops of sweat sliding down his forehead.

It's hard to imagine that Zhao Kangtai, who is a seventh-level grandmaster, also looks like this.

I don't know how long it took, and the black virtual humanoid wave again.

"Then protect his family."

A flat voice sounded.

"Zhao Ji has been sending Tong Kuixing, who is in the twenty-eight mansions under the seat of Jidao Martial Arts Hall, to follow him, the fifth lady.

If Lian Su wants to take revenge, he must rely on his history. "

The voice paused, and said: "I will let Huaiyu go, with her here, it should be able to protect the safety of Lu Sheng's family of three."

Zhao Kangtai raised his head in surprise, and said respectfully, "Wu Sheng Sheng Ming."

The black avatar didn't say any more.

The tablet flickered once, and the call was completely hung up.

"call"

Zhao Kangtai let out a long breath, stepped forward and carefully put away the silver-gray tablet, and put it in the bottom drawer of the table.

After finishing all this, Zhao Kangtai raised his head and walked to the French window of the office.

Looking at the majestic Wusheng Pagoda in the distance, which seems to be indelible, complex and difficult colors floated in his eyes.

"Crush the tower..."

"Lu Sheng, that's all I can do for you..."

Lu Sheng cut off the phone and quietly watched the passing scenery outside the window.

What he said to Zhao Kangtai was not a whim.

But he had already planned in his heart.

So far, everything Lu Sheng has done is for himself and for the little family in front of him.

You can say that he is selfish, but Lu Sheng is not a saint, and he really can't sacrifice himself for the common people.

"After becoming a Martial Saint, with the absolute strength to flatten everything, at that time..."

Lu Sheng murmured to himself: "I just tried to really...save the sky.'

After personally rejecting the Seven Sages, Tan Zhongyu, Lu Sheng felt surprisingly relaxed.

There is a sense of relief.

To be honest, even if he bears the crystallization of the splendid civilization of martial arts for 10,000 years in the future, he doesn't think much of Shang Tan Zhongyu's so-called inheritance.

But in reality, it is possible to reject a ninth-level martial saint standing at the pinnacle of the world.

It's really not something that ordinary people can do.

After all, it is not necessary to worship Tan Zhongyu as a teacher, but there is no harm, and it can even be said that there are many benefits.

Biography of Wu Sheng.

More than ninety-nine percent of warriors in the world can hardly resist the temptation of these four words.

And then there's...

The consequences of rejecting Wu Sheng.

Lu Sheng didn't even choose to refuse Xia Pingnan's kindness from Governor Xia Pingnan back then, let alone Tan Zhongyu, a martial sage whose strength and status far surpassed Xia Pingnan's by hundreds and thousands of times.

It really takes a lot of courage.

"Ding dong—"

Just as Lu Sheng was thinking, a text message rang from his phone.

He picked it up and took a look. It was news of a certain bank card deduction.

Transfer out 50 million.

Lu Sheng didn't care, and quickly put down the phone.

This is the cost of buying an overnight address.

The information comes from the House of Warriors, an enthusiastic netizen who is unwilling to reveal his true identity.

It was also through this that Lu Sheng learned that the Martial Artist's House, which was originally the official and authoritative exchange website of the Martial Arts Association, also had a dark side.

Here you can spend money to buy a lot of things that are not convenient to trade on the surface.

For example, resource information, etc.

Although it is just an address, the price is 50 million, which is very high.

But Lu Sheng also understands.

Not everyone dares to take the risk of offending a seventh-level grandmaster, and even a Ji Dao martial arts school.

Soon, the taxi arrived at the high-speed rail station.

Lu Sheng paid the fare and got off the bus.

Enter the station with the ticket you bought earlier.

When he entered the station and went through the security check, the black travel bag he was carrying with him came out of the security check machine without any accidents..

"Mental power is really useful..."

Lu Sheng couldn't help sighing.

But he is the one who has been using the seventh-level mental power as a panacea.

After the Wujian knife wheel was built, it seemed that the level could not keep up, and it hadn't been used a few times in total.

"It can't be helped. I can't walk around in the urban area with a large bundle of blades every day. It's too troublesome and I don't need it..."

The red crystal dragon pattern is now eating ashes in the suitcase.

"But it's coming soon..."

Lu Sheng thought silently: "It will all come in handy soon.

After checking the ticket and entering the station, after a short wait for the train, the high-speed train carrying Lu Sheng departed for the distance.

After a few hours.

The high-speed rail stops, and Lu Sheng gets off at Fengze City.

It was another half-hour taxi ride.

Lu Sheng went back to the old street covered with golden sycamore leaves.

The street is still deserted.

A few teenagers and high school students in school uniforms walked towards this side bouncingly stepping on the leaves on the road.

From time to time, there is a happy laugh.

Lu Sheng's eyes passed through the gap between the figures of several high school students, and easily caught a familiar figure.

It was a black and thin old man with a stooped back and snow-white hair, who looked about seventy or eighty years old.

The old man was wearing a white vest that was full of holes and was washed yellow. He was sitting on the edge of the road, staring blankly at several high school students.

The old man's eyes still fell more on one of the high school students.

It was a girl with a high ponytail, the most cheerful smile among the few people, exuding a youthful and reckless atmosphere all over her body.

Perhaps the appearance of an old man, or the straight look in his eyes, caught the attention of several high school students.

The laughter among the few people stopped, and their feet began to walk fast.

They ran on the street like fleeing, avoiding the old man's gaze, and passed Lu Sheng.

"It's the old lunatic!"

"Go quickly, be careful that he comes up to catch us!"

The old man's eyes followed until the figures of the children were completely gone, and then he reluctantly retracted them.

Then he took the opportunity to notice Lu Sheng, freeze frame.

Lu Sheng looked at the old man calmly.

He knew that the other party had clearly recognized him 0.7.

Lu Sheng walked straight towards the old man.

"Fu Jianming."

Lu Sheng walked up to the old man and called out his famous officials.

The old man looked up at him, his eyes were as stubborn as ever, as stubborn as an old dog.

Opened his mouth and cursed:

"roll!"

"I'm here to ask you for money.

Lu Sheng was not angry either, he casually threw the black travel bag in front of the old man and said.

"I brought you what you asked for, can you take a look?"

Confusion appeared on the old man's face, he stretched out his hand, and carefully unzipped the black travel bag.

Then, he seemed to be hit hard by something.

The whole person was completely stunned.

Lu Sheng squatted down, looked at the things in the black travel bag, and said softly: "They say that a master should not be humiliated. Even if he dies, his body can't be like pork sold in a vegetable market. You can take a few pieces off and take it with you. Walk

So there is no other way, only Lian Ye has his head alone..."

The old man listened, and after a while, muddy tears kept rolling down.

An old man in his sixties or seventies cried like a child.

The mother-in-law came to the door today, picked her up in the morning, and sent her back later, so there was no time to write. There are two more chapters that can only be updated at night.