Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Chapter 125 Talent and Hard Work

In fact, on the day that Yanwu mentioned, Yusou had actually seen it.

Help you recall.

Do you still remember the alchemy competition? Yes, that day.

Yusuo participated in this medicine-making competition with full confidence.

On the highest floor, I also saw Zengjun and Bushue.

After seeing the talents displayed by Zengjun and Bushue, Xiaosuo finally understood the talents that Yanwu was talking about.

After the game, Taisou found Yanwu.

Yanwu saw Yusuo coming over, "How is it? How do you feel now?"

"They, when did they learn alchemy? I've never seen them in class, so I don't understand." Yu Seku said dissatisfiedly. He didn't understand why Zeng Jun and Bushue surpassed him so easily even though he had never seen them in class.

Yanwu touched the head of Taisou and said, "This is the talent I told you about. Maybe you can surpass it with hard work, but with a little effort, the talent can surpass you again. The moment you think you are noble, it is shattered. Can you accept this gap?"

"So, they only practiced occasionally and were able to surpass me?" Yusou was confused. "Just because of talent?"

"No, they do that occasionally, so it's not unfair that you lost."

Yusuo sighed and faced his present self again. "It turns out that the master had already given the answer."

Yusuo stood up and ended his past memories.

"If possible, let's go to the hotel now. It will be completely dark if it's any later, and I might be a little scared then." Yusuo returned to reality and acted out what he thought.

After saying this, Yusuo thought for a while, "Perhaps my talent forces me to work harder, but I just want to impress my master, and I just want to prove that the path I want to take is not wrong."

"Aren't you going to wait for the fog to clear before leaving?" Mo Wan was worried. Although it had no effect on her, she was just thinking about Manli and others who had poor eyesight.

"Just walk slowly, you can still reach the destination," said Yu Se, and then he found a direction and started leading the way.

After Bushue put out the fire, he and everyone else followed behind Xisou.

Bushe ignited her own colorful flame.

Yusou looked at the colorful flames around him, as if they were mocking him, look, this is what you wanted, but I got it easily.

As he walked, he looked at the road and comforted himself in his heart, "It doesn't matter. The more this happens, the more worthy it is for me to become stronger."

Of course, Bushe didn't know that the fire he was displaying now made Yusou depressed.

However, Yusou has seen disappointment many times, so if this feeling appears again, it will no longer hurt him.

"It doesn't really matter. We gain through loss." These words convinced him in his heart.

This is indeed the case. Forgive yourself, otherwise, you will always live in the past.

Yusuo led the way in front, "I will prove that hard work can change everything. Even Zengjun will be left behind by me."

After a while, they walked out of the forest.

Yusou led everyone to chase the light source.

Arrive at the hotel.

"Six people, how many rooms do you want? We have three left," said the owner.

"Shall we look for more?" Mo Wan asked Yusuo, because three rooms were not easy to allocate.

"It's okay for me to squeeze in with you guys," Bushue said. "Weiwei and I will have one room with Manli, Nata will have one room, and Xiaoshe will have one room. It's so late, it's hard to find a place."

He nodded, "Okay," and turned to ask the shopkeeper, "How much gold?"

"Three rooms, 120 gold is enough," said the shopkeeper, as if it was a discount.

He took out two bills, one for one hundred and one for twenty, and gave them to the shopkeeper.

After taking the money, the shopkeeper handed over the keys to the last three rooms.

He gave all three keys to Bushue and said, "I'll go out and look for them. You guys go to sleep first."

"Then you should be careful too." Bushe took the key, "If you don't have gold coins, tell me. I still have some on me. They were given to me as a gift, and I haven't spent them all."

"No need, I have more," said Yusuo and walked out of the hotel.

It wasn't like he was really looking for a new place to live.

Along the way, Xiaosuo was struggling with his thoughts. On one hand, he asked himself why he had to endure injustice, while on the other hand, he responded that this was a test and so on.

He walked to the edge of the field, puffing his breath, "Is this what the northwest wind feels like? It's just another disappointment."

Yusuo looked up at the moon in the sky, "Today's moon is so extra round, it's the perfect time for us to meet again."

"Hey, hello, sky." Ousue suddenly stood up and shouted towards the sky. At this moment, Ousue could feel that he was actually very lonely.

These so-called friends only came together because of the task they were about to complete, and Yusou knew this very well.

The sky has no memory of the cry of the turtle, and the sky will not respond to the cry of the turtle.

Looking at everything that was so quiet, 鲆Sou laughed, a heart-wrenching laugh "Hahahaha, hahaha" and then he blew his nose, just like he was crying, without the sadness of tears, without the sorrow of the source of hurt.

Yusuo himself understands that suffering is a feeling that comes from your heart.

"Whether it's Zeng Jun or Yan Wu, what do these have to do with me? Since I have chosen this path, I will naturally complete it." Yu Se talked to himself, as if comforting himself wisely.

Yes, the road is under your feet.

A strong wind blew in the sky, and the dead leaves fell with the wind. The tree wanted to be still, but the wind did not stop.

Yusuo looked at the fallen leaves floating around and said, "Every fallen leaf is so sad, or maybe I should say every fallen leaf is so beautiful." The world is like this, a thing itself has no meaning, it just depends on how you look at it.

Just like the leaves falling in the wind, sad people will think that every fallen leaf is sad. They cry because they are abandoned, abandoned by their own mothers, who still want them to become nutrients, so they are sad.'

In the eyes of optimistic people, every fallen leaf is excellent. They laugh because they can jump out of their arms, leave their mothers, and become a part of their mothers. At the same time, in order to nourish more partners, they choose to become nutrients.

But these two types of people will have a common question, which is: Is the life of a leaf just to return to its roots?

And they have to find the answer, an answer that concerns both the leaves and themselves.

The road is under your feet. It is up to you to decide whether to go or stay, and where to go. No one else can help you find the answer to your own existence. Everyone is destined to become more sensible as they grow up.