At the Korean Police Agency, the new chief security officer stood in front of the window with a sigh.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw outside the window a young man spreading his wings and flying between the buildings.

Except for flights from distant airports, there are no other flying objects flying over the entire city.

This boy has been given many nicknames recently.

In addition to the title "Seoul Cloud Master" given to him by netizens, the security chief actually prefers to call him "King of the Sky".

Because, completely opposite to this guy's handsome appearance, is his extremely bad character.

In addition to playing tricks on the police before, he also seems to regard the airspace above Seoul as his own private territory. Whether it is a police helicopter, a civilian helicopter hired by a TV station, or even other helicopters performing flight missions, as long as they appear in his field of vision

, could not escape the fate of being scratched by him.

When the people of Seoul look up from time to time, they can see the unbelieving helicopters and the "Cloud Master" chasing behind and scratching others.

For ordinary people in Seoul, this is actually not a big deal.

Who can afford to buy a helicopter? Who can afford to fly in a helicopter?

What does scratching other people's helicopters have to do with me? Those are all dignitaries. They have a lot of money, so of course they don't care.

There are even many people on the Internet applauding and applauding what "Master Yun" has done.

But for the person who got scratched, it's not fun.

During this period, the number of helicopter maintenance businesses throughout Seoul surged. Several helicopter maintenance companies were happy at first, but now they are complaining.

Because it really can’t be repaired!

Unfortunately, a steady stream of helicopters were sent over.

In a place like South Korea, where chaebols generate more than 70% of the country's GDP and control the lifeline of the entire country's economy, those who can use helicopters to commute in the city are either rich or wealthy. The time lost by these big chaebols and big bosses because they can't fly is very important.

Hundreds of millions per minute.

What? You said let us be stuck on the ground like everyone else? How can I show my noble status?

Many major customers require their helicopters to be repaired in advance, posing a huge headache to the repair shop.

Anyone who makes a promise will offend others, and anyone who fails to practice well will offend others.

And the pressure from these people has also been put on the Police Department.

If you can't even protect the safety of noble and wealthy people, what use do you have?

If you don’t have the ability, wouldn’t there be no need for appropriations, donations, or other benefits?

Do you no longer want your position?

In South Korea, don’t offend the rich, don’t offend anyone, don’t offend the chaebol.

This kind of threat is real to the security guards.

He had just taken this position because of his predecessor's mistakes in handling the "Master Yun" incident. He absolutely did not want to be kicked out for this reason, so that the next successor could be fulfilled.

But what to do?

Worry.

No clue, no move, no idea.

Outside the window, the boy was still soaring in the sky. He passed through a group of white clouds hanging from the sky, and then brought out a puff of white mist with cheers.

The next second, the security guard stared, "What's going on?"

The second aircraft appeared in the sky.

It was a glider that looked entirely wooden.

The appearance is extremely crude, and the wooden wings are not even painted.

The next second, the third aircraft also appeared.

The same wood, the same simplicity.

The two aircraft followed behind the "Cloud Master", overlooking the ground.

Why are there so many strange aircraft?

Could it be that someone saw "Master Yun" doing whatever he wanted and came to imitate him?

How is this possible!

I can't cure Master Yun, and I can't cure you either!

The security guard turned around and gave an order to go out.

A few minutes later, two helicopters took off and flew into the sky.

…

Two thousand and five hundred years ago, the State of Lu, Qufu.

Three carriages lined up in a row and ran wildly on the wilderness outside the city gate.

On the three carriages, three huge gliders were already spreading their wings and ready to fly.

"Ready!" Gu Xiaobai said loudly. Behind him, Mo Zhai and Gongshu Ban pricked up their ears.

After waiting for so long, they finally got Gu Xiaobai's permission to fly with Gu Xiaobai.

The first flight made both of them extremely nervous.

I was afraid that I would fall from the sky as soon as I took off.

After all, they are not gods. Are only gods capable of flying?

But as the speed increased, they gradually felt the lift from both wings.

"take off!"

Almost at the same time, the two men released their hands holding on to the car's grab bar.

Ahead, a gust of wind blew in their faces, causing the two people to suddenly rise more than two meters high. They could already see the treetops next to them.

Both people have a feeling of unreality.

Are we really flying?

"Stay stable!" Gu Xiaobai's order came from the front, and the two people quickly grabbed a few control cables.

In fact, before they went to heaven, Gu Xiaobai had them practice on the ground many times.

After all, once it really takes off, any mistakes will bring irreparable dangers.

Making a mistake high in the sky could mean death.

After all, this glider is made of pure natural wood, and its strength and wind resistance are much different from modern gliders.

"Use the rising wind, follow me!" Gu Xiaobai shouted loudly from the front. Mo Zhai and Gongshu Ban followed one behind the other. Scholar Gu Xiaobai used the updraft on the roof to continuously rise, and then flew towards the hill next to it.

go.

"Ah ha ha ha ha, I'm flying! I'm flying!" Gong Shuban laughed crazily in the sky.

When I fly, I don't need any feathers or flapping my wings, I just need a wooden bird made of this kind of wood.

This is not a miracle, this is... what is it called? Yes, the power of technology! The power of engineering!

Next to him, Mo Zhai remained silent, biting his lip, staring closely at Gu Xiaobai in front of him, following his every move, riding the wind.

The two of them were extremely smart people. Although they were far inferior to Gu Xiaobai's ability to sense airflow and sound, they quickly learned how to find airflow, how to rise, and how to speed up.

Three "wooden birds" soared in the sky of Qufu City. Gongshu laughed loudly and said, "If I keep flying like this, can I reach the Heavenly Palace?"

"Try it! See what's on it!" Mo Zhai rarely agreed with Gongshu's point of view.

Although Gu Xiaobai told them a lot, how would you know without seeing it with your own eyes!

In this cloud, are there gods and men, and is there a kingdom of heaven?

Gongshu drove his glider and plunged into a cloud.

From behind, Mo Zhai also got in.

After a few seconds, a light shone in front of my eyes.

Gongshu stared dumbfoundedly at the bustling huge city below, with various towering buildings reaching into the clouds, and exclaimed: "Is there really a kingdom of heaven in these clouds?"

"No, you are just dreaming. This is not heaven, this is Korea." Gu Xiaobai flew over from the side and said.

Through the fog, they were projected into the modern sky.
Chapter completed!