Made by God

A faint hope appeared in Yan Junyu's heart, but he quickly suppressed it with reason. As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He dare not let himself be too addicted to Qi Ze's statement, lest he suffer another desperate blow when his soul dissipates. But in any case, his mental body is solidified, which is undoubtedly the credit of Qi Ze.

"I really don't know what to say." His tone was very complicated, "Thank you anyway, thank you for allowing me to stay in the world for a while." The words passed through the security gate and went up to the first floor. After the mental body is strengthened, he can go to farther places without having to follow the person carrying the corpse all the time.

There is no one in the living room on the first floor. It seems that Ouyang Ye and Qi Ze are tired and have gone back to their rooms to rest. Their bedrooms are located on both sides of the aisle, with name plates posted on the doors. Yan Junyu carefully looked at the private information on the brand, and was surprised to find that Qi Ze turned out to be from the Art Department, while Ouyang Ye was from the Logistics Department.

"Haihuangxing Military Academy has an art department?" Yan Junyu didn't know anything about it, and he walked through the wall and entered Qi Ze's room while muttering to himself. Although the body was with Ouyang Ye, he was more curious about Qi Ze and wanted to explore everything about him. You need to pretend to be in front of outsiders, and you will never leak when you are alone, right?

There was only a floor lamp lit in the room. Qi Ze sat in the dim halo, shaking a glass of red wine in his hand, bending his white feet with his shoes and socks off, and placing them on the back of the single sofa chair at random. A loose black sweater hung his shoulders diagonally, making his thin body even thinner. Shadows enveloped half of his face, only revealing a delicate chin and lips that were more moisturized and red with wine.

This kind of unprovoked him has a somewhat lonely and lazy breath, which is not at all like the eccentric and bold boy before.

Yan Junyu's eyes flashed, and he stepped lightly without realizing it, and walked over slowly, but then dullly remembered: He was already dead, no matter how hard he moved, he would not disturb the opponent.

In the silent space, one person and one soul sit in silence. After about a few minutes, Qi Ze put down the wine glass, took out a mirror from the space button, and slouchedly supported it with his hands. The mirror surface was like a lake blown by the wind, with ripples across the circle. When the ripples subsided, a familiar face appeared on it, and it was Ouyang Ye. He was lowering his head to fiddle with Zhinao, as if he was about to talk to someone.

Yan Junyu immediately walked to the next door and took a look, and found that the mirror was indeed a monitor. But how is it possible? In order to protect military secrets and the privacy of cadets, anti-monitoring equipment is installed in the dormitories of every military academy. Once a suspicious signal source is found, the equipment will issue a warning and then automatically contact the Academic Affairs Office and the Military Department. The consequences of being caught are very serious, with a sentence of as little as 50 years and as many as a hundred years, and they will not be able to enter the army for life.

A high-ranking authority such as Yan's family, they only sent dozens of secret agents when searching for the missing young patriarch, and did not dare to touch this minefield. But Qi Ze dared, and his attitude was extremely casual.

Yan Junyu walked back quickly, sat down opposite Qi Ze, stared at his dark and bright eyes, and sighed, "It's not wrong to say you are bold. How dare you do anything?"

Qi Ze seemed to feel uncomfortable, and put his legs on the back of the chair flat on the pedals. He couldn't see the spiritual body, and naturally didn't know what awkward position his feet were in.

Yan Junyu looked down at the white feet between his hips, his ears became hot, and he quickly stood up and walked to the lamp, never daring to approach the boy at will. At this moment, Ouyang Ye's phone was dialed, and a handsome-looking and gloomy middle-aged man appeared on the holographic screen. It was his uncle Li Yu, who controlled the largest black market exchange in Haihuangxing.

"Why did you ask me to borrow such a large sum of money? You also used the fund that your sister left for you?" Li Yu asked.

Ouyang Ye in private is not actually the same indifferent appearance just now. He clearly told his uncle what happened today, and asked him to investigate Qi Ze's background. It turns out that he is not unsuspecting, nor is he a fool who can easily deceive him, he is just using his cynical side to paralyze the enemy.

Yan Junyu repeatedly asked him to stabilize Qi Ze, and he always seemed unable to understand, but in fact he did a good job and succeeded in extracting part of Qi Ze's secrets.

These children are better than the other, and I really worry about it in vain. Yan Junyu shook his head and smiled bitterly, then looked at Qi Ze and found that he had also curled his lips, seeming to be very interested in this scene.

The disguised Ouyang Ye appeared calm and capable. He expressed his concerns and asked his uncle to help stare at Qi Ze, so as not to be scammed. The two discussed for a long time, and finally decided to brake statically. If Qi Ze keeps his promise, they will continue to maintain a good cooperative relationship with the other party, even offering him. But if Qi Ze wants to play tricks, get rid of him directly.

"Leave the body of Young Master Yan first with you, lest Qi Ze has to take a look at every turn. You can't explain to him. The deal hasn't been concluded, so it's best not to tear your face. I'll get up and leave, I will find a way. Throw the corpse into the wild. Don't worry, it will never have anything to do with you." Li Yu sneered while looking through the information, "I just sent someone to check it. The Black Eye Galaxy has not developed the so-called superconducting weapon at all. But I trust your judgment. Since you think it is worth it, let's give it a go. Our Li family have never been afraid of gambles. As long as we don't lose our lives, we still have a chance to comeback."

"I know Uncle." Ouyang Ye nodded calmly.

"If it proves to be true in the end, you must suspend all investigations against Qi Ze." Li Yu cautiously exhorted after a pause, "Get along with him, and don't offend him if you don't have to."

"I will." Ouyang Ye cut off the call signal.

At the same time, Qi Ze also stretched out his hand and wiped it towards the mirror, and all the images disappeared instantly, as if it were just an ordinary mirror. "Sure enough, it's not too stupid, you can use it." He stood up to himself, stretched his waist, his white and round shoulders pierced from the wide neckline, glowing brightly under the dim light.

Yan Junyu looked away awkwardly, and suddenly understood why Qi Ze chose the art department. Just like Yan Bo once said, with his appearance, going to the entertainment circle should be very promising.

After putting away the mirror, Qi Ze took out four more things and placed them on the table in an orderly manner. If an ordinary person stood here, they would definitely not be recognized, but the Yan family has been in charge of military and political power for generations, and it can be regarded as one of the top empires. The profound background makes the descendants of the Yan family have an extremely broad vision. In an instant, Yan Junyu realized that what Qi Ze took out was called the "Four Treasures of the Study", which was an ancient writing tool.

Thousands of years ago, the apocalyptic crisis broke out. As the most populous country at that time, the survivors of Huaxia were far more than other countries. After the destruction of the earth, mankind migrated to the black-eyed galaxy to settle. Due to differences in government and ideology, mankind split into two camps, one is the Federation and the other is the empire. The Federation is controlled by Europeans and Americans, and 80% of the race in the Empire is Chinese.

For this reason, many cultures and customs of Huaxia have been preserved, but because time is too long, they only exist in museums or archives. The current Huaxia people have long been accustomed to using the improved Interstellar Universal Text, and only the real old family and royal families will let their children learn this square character.

Yan Junyu stared at the boy who was grinding ink, and all the doubts in his heart were greatly impacted by this scene. If Qi Ze is proficient in Chinese characters, then at least two points can be explained: first, he is definitely a Chinese with pure blood; second, he has an extraordinary family background!

None of the empire’s top cliques had a family name of Qi, but at the beginning of the empire, many families chose to leave the Black-Eyed Galaxy because they did not agree to marry with alien races and change their genes. Qi Ze is most likely a descendant of these hidden families.

This can explain why he has so many mysterious means. You must know that when those families left, they took almost all the inheritance of the Chinese nation. Since then, the strong men of various schools, such as ancient martial arts, Taoist cultivation, and Buddhist cultivation, have disappeared and never returned.

One link is connected, and Yan Junyu has a sudden sense of openness, but it is only a bit more speculation, and there is no real evidence. Whether Qi Ze is an enemy or a friend can only be judged by observing for a period of time. Thinking of this, he approached to look, but saw Qi Ze pick up a writing brush and write a line of dragon and phoenix: Shi Zaohua, left and right fire. The mighty energy fills the universe, the bitter smoke curls up the stairs, and the artifact is not guarded ①.

Yan Junyu only recognized Chinese characters, and he didn't write well, let alone understand the meaning. But this does not prevent him from appreciating Qi Ze's works.

"It's very well written, it's hard work at the first glance." He finished reciting each word, and somehow a desolate feeling filled his heart.

Qi Ze stared at the script for a long time, and whispered mournfully, "Superconducting weapons, what is that thing, are worthy of comparison with the Lingwu made by my dignified Tai Xuan god! The artifact will never be guarded, it is indeed the artifact that will never be guarded!"

Although his intonation and pronunciation are similar to the lingua franca of the empire, there is a hint of light and ancient rhyme lingering in it, which makes Yan Junyu look at him. This is an authentic Kyoto accent, and only aristocrats with a thousand years of experience can use it freely. The language of the common people has long been assimilated with the language of the native races of the Black Eye galaxy and has become completely unrecognizable. It's not so much Chinese, it's a Pidgin language.

If you want to pretend to be an upper-class person, you must first learn the Kyoto accent. This is a secret known to the empire. Yan Junyu didn't like to advertise his identity as a nobleman, but he had to admit that accent was the most direct evidence for identifying which level a person came from.

Qi Ze's accent is strong in ancient rhyme, and his words are round and round, which further proves his unusual origin. However, he usually hides so tightly that anyone can despise him. Why?

The closer he gets to the teenager, the more mysteries in Yan Junyu's heart. He had never been so curious about anyone, wishing he could get into the other person's heart and check his thoughts one by one.

The author has something to say: Remarks: ① The poems come from Mr. Hu Fuchen's "Pill Way-Interpretation of Three Schools and Four Schools of Pill Method" by Mr. Hu Fuchen.

I have found a few tutorial books on cultivation, and I am going to pursue my way of heaven! Someday I will stop the watch, maybe I have already soared, so don’t worry.