409: Song Mingguang visits

Liu Yuan left, Zhou Mi left.

From now on, Xiao Zhanmo had to live by himself.

As for Zhou Xinyang, the "Twelve Palace Divine Meridians" had already been "researched" and released.

His own "All Skills" had also taken shape.

Xiao Zhanmo chose to submit it anonymously, which made Zhou Xinyang feel quite awkward.

If he hadn't been anonymous, wouldn't he have been inferior to Xiao Zhanmo, appearing less selfless?

But fortunately, Xiao Fan explained a bit.

"I'm almost dead, what do I need this reputation for?"

"You're not like me."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Xinyang's heart immediately cleared, and he chose to sign his name and hand it over to the higher-ups.

In the year these two Martial Arts were released, they caused a huge stir in the Eight War Zones.

One, All Skills, gave them hundreds more choices in weapon selection, making everyone a weapon Great Master.

As for the other, Twelve Palace Divine Meridians, there's even less to say.

This was the first Martial Arts for Cultivating Mental Energy in the Galaxy!

This Martial Arts was like a depth charge, directly making the entire planet boil.

The alien races instantly became anxious and began to use all means to snatch the Twelve Palace Divine Meridians.

But unexpectedly, the Human Race didn't bother to hide it at all.

You can have it.

This Martial Arts relies on the 720 Acupoints of the human body.

Do you alien races even have a concept of Acupoints?

How many Acupoints does each race have, and where are they? The alien races themselves don't fully understand these things right now.

Not to mention, the Acupoints of most alien races are completely different from those of the Human Race.

They simply can't Cultivate it.

Only a few races can barely Cultivate it.

But the Federation high-level officials expressed indifference.

Two hundred billion people on the Human Race side can practice it.

You alien races only have a few hundred thousand who can practice it.

This huge difference in base numbers truly made them too lazy to hide this Martial Arts.

Countless people outside praised the creators of these two Martial Arts.

Zhou Xinyang had originally thought that he had completed everything in this life and could happily retire.

He thought about spending more time with Xiao Zhanmo; the two old men would have company, after all, his daughter had also run off with someone else, and he was also a lonely old man.

But Zhou Xinyang didn't expect that once fame came, he couldn't stay idle at all.

A meeting today.

A meeting tomorrow.

A speech the day after tomorrow.

The people who invited him were at least major generals or super high-ranking officials.

He couldn't refuse either, so he could only constantly rush around in the vanity brought by this fame.

Over time, he also felt deeply bored and suddenly understood why Xiao Zhanmo chose to be anonymous without hesitation.

Peace and quiet...

He wanted to go back and live the retired life of an old man with Xiao Zhanmo, but he couldn't.

There were still hundreds of continuous invitations that he couldn't refuse.

That's how these things are.

You go to the first invitation.

You don't go to the second.

Others will think, are you looking down on me? You go to his invitation, why don't you come to mine?

These various matters always bring a lot of unnecessary trouble and internal friction.

Time flew by.

A whole year passed.

The name Xiao Fan was mentioned less and less.

In this era of war, how many heroes there were.

The people who needed to be commemorated every day were countless, so Xiao Fan naturally faded from people's sight.

The title Yuan Emperor was heard less and less.

But everyone would remember the meaning represented by this title in their hearts.

Therefore, no one dared to bestow the title Yuan Emperor again.

Xiao Fan, alone at home, once again felt the loneliness of being cut off from the world after many years.

No one was by his side, no one remembered, and no one cared.

He was clearly alive, but it was as if he were dead.

He knew these days would pass quickly, but he still found it very strange.

From Xiao Fan of Green Leaf City.

To Xiao Fan of Super God Class.

Then to Xiao Fan of Tianhe Pass.

It seemed everything had changed, yet it seemed nothing had changed.

Suddenly, he felt a coolness.

He looked up and saw white snowflakes falling from the sky.

The melancholic Xiao Fan suddenly brightened up again.

He looked at the ice and snow flowers falling all over the sky, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Because he had never seen snow.

Green Leaf City was in the south, warm in winter and hot in summer.

Di Yi Academy also had no snow; its location was perfect, warm in winter and cool in summer, with temperatures between 25 and 5 degrees Celsius all year round.

Shanhai Pass had snow, but before the snow season, he had already been forced to "die."

Only after arriving at Tianhe Pass did he see snow for the first time.

"It's truly beautiful," Xiao Fan chuckled softly, sitting alone in the backyard, sighing.

At this moment, his Kong Wu Realm heard a knock at the door.

This surprised him a little.

Who would come looking for him, a lonely old man?

Listening again, was it Song Mingguang?

Good heavens.

And carrying a pot of wine?

Logically speaking, Xiao Fan shouldn't have opened the door for Song Mingguang.

But Song Mingguang's knock made him feel that he wasn't an isolated old man cut off from the world.

Amidst the falling snow, this crisp yet somewhat hesitant knocking sound was inexplicably heartwarming.

He chose to open the door.

"It's you?"

Outside the wooden door, Xiao Fan feigned surprise as he looked at the young man before him.

No, Song Mingguang didn't quite look like a young man.

His beard was scruffy, he wore a slightly dirty leather jacket, his hair was messy and covered in snowflakes, and his eyes were no longer clear, but somewhat cloudy.

"You are... Old Mr. Xiao Zhanmo, right?" Song Mingguang smiled as he looked at the old man before him.

"I am, come in and sit," Xiao Zhanmo nodded, inviting his guest in.

The old man and the young man sat in the living room with a warm stove burning.

Xiao Zhanmo glanced at Song Mingguang and said, "I know you."

"Son of Light, leader of the Light Squad in the Super God Class, you've gained a lot of fame in Tianhe Pass these past few months."

"I remember you stopped me on the street before."

"What does a Genius like you want with an old man like me?"

Song Mingguang sat on the sofa and shook his head, saying, "From the first time I saw you, I felt that you were very much like a friend of mine."

"Oh, that's a novel thing to say. You're a child, friends with an old man?" Xiao Zhanmo chuckled.

"Yes... it's a strange feeling," Song Mingguang sighed. "That friend of mine has already passed away."

"So when I first saw you, I was a little excited."

"Later, I couldn't resist using my authority to check your address and information."

"I confirmed that you are indeed not my friend."

"Please don't feel offended, I have no ill intentions."

Song Mingguang apologized very sincerely, worried that Xiao Zhanmo would get angry.

Because this old man seemed to have a very bad temper.

But unexpectedly, Xiao Zhanmo shook his head and said, "I am a dying man."

"Why would I get angry with a child like you?"

Song Mingguang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I saw from your resume that you love to drink, so I brought some good wine today."

"Not bad." Xiao Zhanmo chuckled and raised the wine pot Song Mingguang handed him.

At this moment, Song Mingguang suddenly felt a little timid, but finally mustered his courage and said, "Can I... can I treat you as my deceased friend?"