What was even more surprising was that the young man actually gave him a familiar feeling.
I can't say why, it's not because of the breath, but it's a natural intuition.
After simply asking the surrounding nobles about the young man in white but not getting an answer, Xue Qinghe was even more sure of his determination to associate with this young man.
Not for yesterday's plea for his sister, but for a talent who could become the future pillar of the empire.
Tang San played the harp quietly, his heart was very quiet, just like the tranquility revealed on the outside.
A year has passed, and how could he have imagined a year ago that he would be playing an instrument in front of everyone today.
When he first started studying with his aunt, he was full of skepticism.
But when the time has passed a month.
Tang San found that the path his father pointed out to him was so correct.
Cultivating in the Killing City is for the sake of cultivating the mind.
The same is true in Yuexuan.
As he calmed down here, he remembered everything that had happened in the past four years and how he had grown up.
He found himself mentally tired.
This year has given him the best rest in his body and mind, and although he has not deliberately cultivated, everything he has learned over the years has gradually been integrated in this tranquility.
Even the last line of defense of the Eight Veins of the Qi Jing began to loosen gradually.
Fifty-seven levels, this is the current level of Tang San's soul power.
In five years, he had been promoted from forty-two or three levels to fifty-seven levels, an average of three levels per year, which sounded like nothing compared to his cultivation speed in Shrek Academy for more than two years before.
But in fact, after more than forty levels, how can the soul power required for each level of improvement be comparable to before At the age of twenty and fifty-seven, Tang San had undoubtedly surpassed the golden generation of the Martial Spirit Hall by a large margin.
The most important thing is that now he is no longer Tang San who has all kinds of skills and needs to be controlled.
Instead, he fused all his abilities into one furnace and took the most critical step to become a strong man.
From the undisguised appreciation in his aunt's eyes in recent months, Tang San knew that it was almost time for him to leave here.
It was only at the thought of going to see his father that his calm heart would ripple.
He had waited too long for the unknown truth.
Although he already had some guesses, how could he be sure if it wasn't from his father's mouth Tang San knew that he still had a long, long way to go in the future, but in Yuexuan's year, it was undoubtedly a transit point in his life.
He had crossed the juvenile period, and the twenty-year-old was about to come, and he was already an adult.
The graduation ceremony ended successfully, and each student received his graduation certificate from Tang Yuehua, the master of Xuan, and happily threw himself into the arms of his relatives.
When Tang Yuehua completed all this, Tang San's task today was also completed, and she walked to Tang San's side, "Today's performance is good, and the appearance is the same." ” Tang San smiled slightly, caressing the strings, letting the last trace of afterglow drift away, "Thank you." ” At this moment, a clear voice sounded, "Aunt Yuehua, can you introduce me?"
Tang Yuehua looked back and saw the prince Xue Qinghe, who was dressed in casual clothes, accompanied by the elegant and generous freshly graduated student Xue Ke.
Of course, she had known Xue Ke's identity for a long time, and most of the students also knew it, and she saw that Xue Ke was different from Tang San.
Even Tang San took away her original right to play, and Her Royal Highness the princess was not the slightest dissatisfied.
"His Royal Highness the Prince."
Tang Yuehua bowed slightly.
Xue Qinghe hurriedly returned the salute, "Aunt Yuehua, what are you doing, the juniors can't stand it." ” Tang Yuehua smiled and said, "Don't keep calling me aunts, I'm very old."
Xue Ke on the side said playfully: "Of course the teacher is not old, you are like my sister." ” Tang Yuehua smiled and said, "It's still you girl who can speak."
As she spoke, she gave up half of her position slightly, so that the Xue Qinghe brothers and sisters could clearly see Tang San, "Let me introduce you to you."
This is my nephew Tang Yin. ” Hearing the word nephew, Xue Qinghe's eyes couldn't help but flash two fine lights, Tang San had been quietly observing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who had left a good impression on him.
I haven't seen him for five years, and the prince has become more calm, and his face has not changed much, but his restrained and elegant temperament still gives people a good impression.
There is a bit of similarity between his gestures and Ning Fengzhi, I don't know if he deliberately imitated it.
But from the change in his expression after listening to his aunt's introduction to him, he thought that he knew his aunt's true identity.
And my aunt didn't cover it up for herself, she should have a lot of trust in His Royal Highness the Prince.
On the surface, he was silent, but Tang San had already analyzed a lot in his mind.
He was wondering if he should confess his identity to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
This thought only flashed through his mind, and he was quickly suppressed by Tang San.
He knew that even if Xue Qinghe could be trusted, it was not the right time.
He needs to ask his father to verify his guess, and if he really needs to use the power of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to help him in the future, it will not be too late to confess to him.
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Anyway, his current appearance is not recognizable.
Xue Qinghe was also observing Tang San, and when he got closer, he couldn't help but be even more attracted by the tranquil elegance that Tang San exuded, especially when he heard Tang Yuehua say that he was his nephew.
As the crown prince, just as Tang San judged, he was one of the few people who knew Tang Yuehua's true identity.
It is rumored that the gossip between Tang Yuehua and the Snow Night Emperor is just a joke.
"Tang Yin, this is His Royal Highness Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of today's Dou Empire."
Tang Yuehua also introduced it to Tang San.
Tang San smiled and saluted Xue Qinghe slightly, "Hello, His Royal Highness the Prince."
For Xue Ke beside Xue Qinghe, he also smiled and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.
After all, the two are classmates, so they don't need to be polite.
If it was Tang San before, he would definitely not be pretentious about Xue Ke, a girl who constantly wanted to get close to him, but after a year of teaching by his aunt, he had already understood how to bury his true emotions deeply.
Xue Qinghe smiled and said: "I have long heard that the little sister said that Yuexuan has another young talent, and now I see that it really deserves its reputation."
Brother Tang Yin, let's sit together when we have time. ” With the respect of the crown prince, but communicating with Tang San in a civilian tone, Xue Qinghe can definitely be regarded as a corporal of Lixian.
Xue Ke on the side couldn't help but say, "Big brother, you have to call me when the time comes."
I also want to ask Tang Yinduo about the knowledge of the harp. ” Xue Qinghe smiled: "If Brother Tang Yin has no opinion, I have no opinion."
A simple sentence, but it fully expressed his respect for Tang San.
Undoubtedly, it is easy to win people's affection.
Tang San was still smiling, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
I just graduated, and I'm going on a long trip.
If there is a fate, when I come back, I will definitely come to visit. ” Xue Qinghe was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Tang San to refuse himself without hesitation in this situation, but when he looked at Tang San's sincere gaze, he immediately understood that the other party was not shirking, but really had something.
Smiling slightly, Xue Qinghe said: "Then I'll wait for you to come back."
Don't bother, little sister, it's time for us to go back.
While speaking, Xue Qinghe took the initiative to raise his hand to Tang San and shook hands, the simplest and most casual etiquette among nobles.
Tang San raised his hand to shake Xue Qinghe, and suddenly, a trace of soft soul power came from Xue Qinghe's palm.
Tang San's heart moved, judging from the other party's soul power, the strength of this Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not weak, in his previous understanding, he had never seen Xue Qinghe make a move.
If Tang San was slightly surprised, then Xue Qinghe was shocked.
The soul power he passed into Tang San's hands was very soft, even if Tang San was not a soul master, it would never hurt him.
But he was shocked to find that the soul power he had injected into Tang San's body had quietly disappeared.
Neither encountered any resistance, nor did he have any other feelings, it seemed that after those soul powers entered Tang San's body, they had no relationship with him anymore.
How did he do it It seems that this young man is really a direct descendant of Haotian Sect, and he should be an extremely outstanding elite.
This was Xue Qinghe's first thought.
Of course, he wouldn't test Tang San again, so he naturally let go of his hand and pulled his sister away with a smile.
When Xue Ke left, there was still a reluctant light in her big eyes, if she hadn't known Tang San's identity as a civilian, I'm afraid she would have shown her love to him desperately.
A girl of her age, who doesn't like a handsome and chic young talent with such a perfect temperament When the guests left, Tang Yuehua couldn't help but smile when she looked at Tang San who was putting away the harp beside her, "It seems that that girl Xue Ke is really emotionally attracted to you."
Last time, she came to ask me what level of nobility a commoner had in order to be married to a princess.
It's clearly referring to you. ” Looking up at his aunt's playful smile, Tang San said a little helplessly: "Auntie, you know, I won't think about this at all now. ” Tang Yuehua smiled and said, "Do you have a confidant?"
Tang San hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.
Tang Yuehua looked at him with some surprise, "Oh my God, you kid is really precocious."
I remember you telling me.
You started cultivating with your father at the age of fourteen.
Could it be that your confidante was known before?"
To be continued: