Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

Time flies and another five years have passed.

Fan Mu is 12 years old this year.

"Sister Fu Xuan! Breakfast is in the kitchen. I'm leaving first!"

"Ah!" Fu Xuansan yawned lazily, waved his hand indifferently, half-closed his eyes, as if he had not woken up yet, and said with little strength: "I know!"

Fan Mu looked at her like this and just walked up to her with a smile. At the age of 12, he was already slightly taller than Fu Xuan. If it weren't for the childishness on his face that had not yet faded, others might have thought he was the older brother.

He looked at Fu Xuan's sleepy appearance in front of him, who was small and pink, and suddenly a very rebellious idea came to his mind.

"Okay, Fu Xuan, be good. I'm going to Uncle Jing Yuan first!"

He stretched out his hand and rubbed her forehead twice quickly, making her hair messy, then ran out of the door, running so fast that he left a trail of afterimages, not daring to look back.

Sure enough, the moment he ran out the door, Fu Xuan's furious voice came from inside the house.

"Fan Mu! Stop right there!"

When Fu Xuan ran out of the house with a glare in his eyes and looked around, the sun had not risen yet and it was still a little dark around. A gust of wind blew by, and there was no sign of Fan Mu!

"This brat! Humph!"

After taking two deep breaths, Fu Xuan managed to calm his furious heart. Thinking that he was about to leave, he decided not to care about it anymore.

But in my heart I still planned to beat him up when he came back next time.

It's really annoying. He's only 12 years old and he's already so cocky. What will happen if he grows up a little bit more?

If a child doesn't listen, just give him a beating!

Because of this commotion, she was now completely sober. She came to the kitchen and looked at the steaming cabbage on the table. The anger in her heart subsided and was replaced by relief.

As Fan Mu grew up, he began to take charge of all the household chores. Although there was no need for a nanny, he always felt that the food he cooked was much more delicious than that cooked by the nanny.

"I'm 12 years old now! Time flies!"

Fu Xuan looked out the window while eating breakfast. The sun was rising slowly, and a ray of morning sunlight shone directly on her face through the window. It was not very warm, not even as warm as the bitter melon juice in her hand.

There was a sigh in her eyes, which then gradually turned into solemnity and worry.

"The Secret of the King of Medicine, the Antimatter Legion, the Star God, the Insect Plague, all mixed together, how annoying!"

"I don't know if Jing Yuan is ready."

"I'm afraid the war will start in a few years, and the entire Xianzhou will be plunged into turmoil. I hope everything will be safe and sound."

She raised her hand again to tell Luo Fu's fortune. Because there were too many things involved this time, the cause and effect were too big, and the timeline was still a few years away, even she couldn't calculate too many things. She could only vaguely calculate that the final result should be good.

Divination can't go wrong.

She suppressed the pain in her Dharma Eye and relaxed the frown on her face slightly. She finished her breakfast in a few bites and walked towards Taibusi. For the people of Luofu, she had to make preparations early.

General's Mansion.

"Uncle Jingyuan, I'm here!"

As soon as he entered the door, Fan Mu shouted loudly.

"Oh, I get it. Don't be so excited, Xiao Fanmu!"

As if she was used to his way of greeting, Jingyuan just smiled and nodded, combed her hair, put on her armor, and smiled and nodded at him.

"Let's go. From today on, you will officially join the Cloud Cavalry. Let me and Fu Qing not provide you with any convenience. Once you get to the barracks, you will have to rely on yourself for everything!"

"Of course." Fan Mu said seriously that he had no intention of seeking help from outside forces.

"Haha."

The more Jing Yuan looked at Fan Mu, the more satisfied he felt. Unfortunately, the more satisfied he was, the more regretful he felt. After all, his talent was too poor, and no matter how hard he tried, he could never catch up with the genius.

"By the way, don't use the strange energy and the power of "abundance" in you if you can, understand?"

"Especially that strange power, it is very harmful to the human body, you must be absolutely careful when using it!" Jing Yuan's expression became serious.

"Well, I see!"

Noon, military camp.

The buildings in the military camp are closely arranged, and most of them are tents. Patrolling personnel can be seen everywhere around them, their faces full of determination and solemnity.

Fan Mu knew that this was where he would live from now on. He would not be able to go back within a year of coming here. He would undergo a year-long training here, and then he would officially join the Yunqi Army!

After bidding farewell to Jing Yuan, he clenched his fists and resolved to try harder. Having been with Fu Xuan for so long, he naturally knew that a war might break out next.

That is also the best opportunity for him to help Fu Xuan get promoted, so he must practice harder!

Of course, in addition to these, he was also a little bit excited. He started exercising since he was a child, and his uncle Jingyuan often taught him. With such strength, it shouldn't be difficult for him to stand out here, right?

Which young man has not fantasized about appearing as a god in front of others when he was young and energetic?

Until a martial arts training session a few months later.

boom!

"The competition is over. I declare that the champion of this martial arts performance is Yan Qing!"

"Oh oh oh!!"

A group of soldiers were shouting and cheering below the martial arts stage. They were clapping and paying attention to the spirited young man with a sword on the stage.

Fan Mu climbed up from the ground painfully, a pale smile hung on his face. He swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and clapped his hands.

The night was very cold tonight, with few stars twinkling in the sky. It was already very late, and there were not many lights in the entire military camp. Almost everyone had gone to bed, and the training ground was dark, but from time to time there were strong and powerful "swish" sounds coming from inside.

Fan Mu was swinging his sword vigorously with a determined expression, practicing the fighting methods taught in the army over and over again. His movements were smooth and it looked like he had practiced them thousands of times.

But when I look at it from a distance I always feel that there are some shortcomings. It is obviously strong and powerful, without the slightest mistake, but... it's like something is missing, missing... meaning?

[Oh, do you understand? This is the difference between ordinary people and geniuses! ]

[With your talent, even if you practice for another 100 or 1000 years, it still won't be as good as one year of hard work! ]

[What's the point of working so hard? The results of others' 10 minutes of training are much better than your exhausting whole day of training! ]