Du He strode towards the yard at the entrance of the morning sun, and he sat down casually, with the faint fragrance of green wood still carrying the coldness of the morning.

Jiang Zhongye glanced at him, fiddling with the spoon in the bowl with his vigorous and powerful fingers, his expression calm.

"Du He, Lian Kui Ban is my lifelong hard work. It is gradually developed by the ancestors from a prop. Each one is the blood of several generations. It is the blood of many generations passed down from generation to generation and connected by flesh and blood."

Du He and Jiang Ling both understand this, but what does this have to do with the challenge?

Seeing this, Jiang Zhongye smiled: "Because of this, I cannot lose the reputation of Liankuiban. It's like your child has been humiliated. Would you remain indifferent?"

"But..." Jiang Ling wanted to say that Lian Kui's class is different from the child, but Du He sighed leisurely.

He always knew very well what the Kuiban meant to Jiang Zhongye, but he never expected it to be so important, even surpassing Jiang Zhongye's own life?

"Forget it, since you have already faced the challenge, you can only move forward. First try the level in front of you and see what happened afterwards?" Du He stood up after saying that, without any complaints on his face. He smiled gently as if the light branches of willow leaves in February, free and easy.

"Then I'll organize the magic props first. I'll participate in this battle. If you want to fight, you can have a good time!"

In this situation, if Du He wants to win the game, he is the most suitable candidate. There is no doubt that Jiang Zhongye did not deny it, so Du He returned to Liuyuan with peace of mind.

Looking at Du He's back as he walked away, Jiang Ling could no longer hold back his breath. What's this called?

She glared at her eyebrows and gritted her teeth and shouted: "Dad, even if Lian Kuiban is equivalent to your child, Ah He is not your child? Why do you want Du He to take the risk to save the reputation of the team for you? Why do you sacrifice Du He's life to help you? Why are you so selfish?"

His face was flushed, and Jiang Ling roared excitedly, his forehead almost touching the other party's forehead.

Jiang Zhongye finally moved. He raised his head, his eyes full of kindness.

"Just because I want to save Du He!"

One sentence is decisive!

Jiang Ling was stunned!

In the room, Du He is considering what magic is the best. To be honest, although Western magic is very popular now, it is already common for the judges. If you want to make a big splash and win the leader, you really need to spend more time, which means that his magic must be unique.

Many times, people's judgment often starts at the moment when they are most impressed.

Which of the countless beings is unique and unique to show their uniqueness and differences?

The irreplaceable magic is his theme! Du He's lips are slightly raised, and his confidence makes his eyes shine.

"Have you decided what magic to do?" The light from outside brought the figure of Jiang Zhongye. The faint shadow on the ground seemed to melt the water, nothingness and ethereal.

Du He's fingers slashed through the rows of mahogany boxes, then suddenly lifted one of them, smiling slightly and revealing a white spot.

"I decided to perform Sichuan face change, make a little change, and add a little Western trick!"

That is, with China as the main and West as the supplement, the combination of China and the West is a combination of China and the West.

Jiang Zhongye couldn't help but lit up. How could he have never thought of such attention before?

But then the spirit in his eyes quickly returned to desolation and silence, and he stared at Du He deeply, deep and deep.

Look, his decision was not wrong.

Geniuses like Du He should live for a long time and create more miracles and cultures for this nation.

With him, perhaps waiting for China to expel the invaders, the magic of our ancestors can be re-known internationally!

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhongye's heart was trembling. He was afraid that Du He, who was busy sorting out magic props, found out his abnormality, so he took a deep breath and turned around silently back.

As soon as he returned to his room, before he sat down, he saw Jiang Lingxin rushing in irritably. He closed the door and guarded the door and shouted: "I just went back to the room and thought about it carefully, but I still didn't understand what you mean. You pushed Du He into the mud and fire pit. Why did you still say you wanted to save him?"

"Dad, what are you thinking? If you don't explain it clearly today, I will never let you go."

Jiang Ling said that, his body simply put it on the door panel, hoping to blend with the board, looking at Shu Duo ridiculously.

Jiang Zhongye did smile, but it was not because of Jiang Ling's posture but because his daughter was finally not the little girl who was reckless and inconsiderate back then, and knew how to care about others.

Du He is a very vigilant person, so if you want to complete your plan, there is no better candidate than Jiang Ling.

"A Ling, you don't want Du He to die, right?"

Jiang Ling nodded in a daze.

Jiang Zhongye's smile deepened: "Then you will definitely listen to me, right?"

Not to mention what Jiang Zhongye and Jiang Ling said, just talking about Du He is quite complicated, because it is a magic trick that combines Chinese and Western styles, and the entire magic process must be natural and harmonious.

Magic lies in the ever-changing changes like flowing water, rather than the pile and piece together.

Du He was influenced by traditional Chinese Confucianism and influenced by Western techniques, so he was particularly adapted to the beauty of realm and the beauty of integration, which is an ideological advantage that Western magicians do not have.

Just planning and revising it, Du He was busy until midnight before he could barely close his eyes.

Because I was so busy that Du He simply lived with Jiang Ling and Jiang Zhongye this time.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Ling had already prepared breakfast and brought it to Du He himself. However, Du He had just woken up and had not washed up yet, so he said helplessly: "I will eat after I finish washing. It's still not too late."

Jiang Ling said, "Du He, you should drink soy milk quickly, it will become fishy when it is cold."

Du He:...

As for being so anxious? Seeing that the soy milk is still breathing, it shouldn't be cold for a while.

After his thoughts changed, Du He suddenly realized that Jiang Ling seemed a little different. Although he was impatient before, he was never so stable and quiet.

"You...are you something wrong today?" Du He raised his eyebrows.

He was just trying to question.

But Jiang Ling's eyelashes were shaking like dying autumn cicadas, and the soup in the bowl pinched with his trembling fingers was swaying.

Du He's expression was slightly deeper.

Jiang Ling really has something to worry about and she hides it from him.

"Tell me, what's going on?" A cold light appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Ling's heart was beating very fast and she was nervous. Jiang Zhongye walked over and read the newspaper and said, "What's wrong with Jiang Ling? Isn't you trying to persuade you not to go? Are you afraid that you will teach him a lesson?"

Du He saw Jiang Ling's angry expression yesterday with his own eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Ling also calmed down and glared: "I just don't want you to go. I just got up early to make soy milk for you to please you. I hope I can listen to your advice. Look at what I do, and I don't want you to go!"

As he said that, he put the soy milk in his hand on the table with a "bang" and hummed.
Chapter completed!