C161 Pitiful

That's right, Chang Jing did not have the time to teach the miners' children the Homo sapiens's magic, but that did not mean that his students did not either.

"Do you think these children are pitiful?" He said to the three of them with a smile, "At such a young age, you can't even read a book, ah, what a pity, what a pity!"

Huo Wu said coldly, "What's there to be sorry for? You'll only be happy if you don't read a book!"

That's right, thinking back to when Chang Jing taught the three of them magic, that kind of cruel power would make people feel happy!

"…" Chang Jing was speechless, she looked pitifully at Nian Tu and said, "I remember a certain great man once said, 'Knowledge is power', it can be seen how important knowledge is, could it be that you have the heart to make them think that they are illiterate?"

Nian Bing was the most honest and loyal of the three, but when he heard Chang Jing's words, he couldn't help but nod his head. However, under Huo Wu's gaze that could kill people, he swallowed her words of approval back.

"Sigh, of the three of you, Yin Feng is the one who understands the most, am I right?"

Yin Feng smiled and nodded, but when Chang Jing also laughed, she said, "Yes, but what does it have to do with me?"

"You all …" Chang Jing had no other choice, she could only say, "Say it yourselves, do you want to help or not?!"

Huo Wu pouted and said, "I can teach them, but I don't like little kids, and I don't hate them either. But the condition is that you have to stay and teach with us!"

This gave Chang Jing a headache. He had never intended to stay from the beginning, because Xi Yan was still waiting for him in the capital.

"Teacher, I have something to do!" Chang Jing explained, "If I had the time, I wouldn't beg you so much."

Huo Wu humphed in grievance, "I knew it! Hmph! I knew it!"

"What?"

"I knew you wanted to throw the three of us off so we could go find your little sister Xi Yan!"

When she said that, everyone turned to look at her. Everyone knew who Xi Yan was, but the problem was that her tone of voice was too ambiguous. Looking for Sister Xi Yan? Wasn't this letting the most sacred faith in the hearts of the people be tainted with emotions?

Terrifying!

"Hey," Chang Jing was so nervous that she couldn't even speak properly, "Don't speak carelessly, there's nothing going on between her and me!"

"Then what do you think you're going to do?"

"I have a friend in the capital. We originally said that we would meet again very soon, but because of my injuries, I've dragged the date out again and again. Now that I have some time, of course I have to go and gather!"

These words were half true, but others believed them.

Huo Wu felt so wronged that she was about to cry. Can't you take us with you? "

"Sigh," Chang Jing patted the three of them on the shoulder in succession, "I also want to bring you three along, but as you've all seen, we can't leave you three here!"

In front of him was a bunch of skinny children wearing shabby clothes.

In fact, Huo Wu and the others weren't as heartless as they were just now. Their childhood memories made them feel more sympathy towards these children, but when Chang Jing said the first sentence, she had already guessed that he wanted to leave.

What are you crying for, "Chang Jing laughed and dried Huo Wu's tears." It's not like I'm just going to die bravely and return after a while.

Even though he said that, he couldn't calm down no matter how hard he tried.

Huo Wu asked him again, "Then what if you run?"

Chang Jing opened her eyes in disbelief and asked, "In your heart, am I that kind of person?"

Who knew that the three of them would answer in unison, "It was originally!"

Chang Jing started to sweat...

Lying on the bed, Chang Jing thought that it had finally been arranged. On this day, he had arranged for ten magic array s to be cast, and after a while, she finally succeeded in casting twenty thousand of them, and taught them how to use them. In order to adapt to this group of miners who did not have a magic foundation, he made improvements to the magic bow — — the magic arrow's magic was no longer directly provided by the human body like what Huo Wu used, but completely depended on the Magic Cores at both ends. When the magic inside the Magic Cores was used up, they could even replace the Magic Cores and continue using it.

As a result, the usage of the Magic Union was very simple. He only needed to pull the string. However, this did not mean that it had already displayed the greatest effect. Its greatest power lay in the coordination between people. If it was properly coordinated, it would be easy to eliminate a large army.

For the best result, Chang Jing started to think about coordinating with the array once more. Fortunately, Yin Feng had learned this before, so the two of them continued to do some proper modifications to the array and finally listed the twelve array formations at night, waiting for Yin Feng and the other two to teach them how to use it.

"That way, I can be at ease," he thought quietly as he lay on the bed. "At least they won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future, but the road of mercenaries isn't easy. I hope they won't blame me in the future."

He didn't expect that it was his temporary decision that would help him greatly in the future!

The next day, the sky was still clear.

Maybe because they felt the atmosphere when they parted ways, when Yin Feng and the other two people got on the carriage, it suddenly started to drizzle down.

"After I create the magic array protective shield, we will set off," Chang Jing said to the three of them. "After you carry out your duties as the Holy Envoy, hurry over here.

Huo Wu's eyes were red. It was obvious that she had been crying.

"I don't want to go, what Holy Envoy is none of my business!" She wanted to get down from the car as she said this, "I want to stay with you, wood teacher!"

Chang Jing stroked her head as if she was caressing a child.

"Don't be so childish, if all of you were to continue staying in Holy Maiden, then don't continue staying there. Who would bother about a Holy Maiden who goes back on his words? "Obediently go and finish what the City Lord ordered you to do, then come back."

"But you were gone by then!"

Just as Huo Wu had said, on the sixth day of their departure, Chang Jing left over sixty thousand pieces of protective magic paper and headed towards the capital.

Chang Jing, who was extremely excited to meet Xi Yan again, did not know that he was yet another big step away from becoming a Magic Grandmaster, and once again created a miracle. Since ancient times, no Magician had ever succeeded in making a magic array like that, and no one else had ever thought about it! In order to remember him, the later generations called this formation the "Perception of God".

As she walked along the road by herself, although Chang Jing was a little lonely, he was not lonely either.

That day, he got on a car heading towards the capital. The car belonged to a caravan. The reason why Chang Jing was able to come up was entirely because of Coachman.

"Hehe," he thought of the old man Hao Si who had taught him magic after teaching him for so long. But, looking at the bottle of wine left in his hand, he laughed, "I didn't expect this place to use it again."

"What's the kid laughing about?"

The person who asked was an old lady. She was so old, yet she still came out to earn a living. It seemed like she wasn't a lucky person.

"Aunt," Chang Jing replied with a smile, "When you think of the past, you unconsciously smile. Aunt, are you going to the capital to do some business? "

"What kind of business is it? But it's to make a living." She also smiled and replied, "There's nothing I can do about it. My son died in the army, and the old man is sick at home again. The old woman has to come out, or she'll starve to death at home. "

Didn't they say that the Demons had lived in peace for five thousand years?

With that question in mind, Chang Jing ignored the grievances that might have been caused by the old man and asked again, "How did your son die in this era of peace?"

"Peace?" She sneered, "Even if we don't fight, is peace just because we don't fight? In order to improve the fighting capabilities of the army, Grand Master will conduct combat drills every two years. Or rather, it would be more accurate to call it war.

This... Wasn't this too unruly!

She continued, "Every time, at least 30% of the troops would die or be injured, leaving behind the so-called elites!"

Hearing this, a person at the side also spoke up in anger, "One of my nephews also died like this. After the army gave them a pension of eight gold coins, they no longer cared about their family!"

As he was speaking, the car suddenly stopped — there was a commotion from outside.