Crazy whispers sounded in Wen Yi's ears, repeated over and over again like a curse, echoing over and over again. She felt as if a sharp sword had been stabbed into her head, and then she was stirred wildly.
Wen Yi had many dreams at night.
There are past lives, the memory of the original owner, and the scene of a general in black robes committing suicide with a spear, and... the bloody scene of Shen Yu slaughtering the city with a sword.
What she could hear clearly in the dream were the crazy murmurs of the violent prince begging him to ascend, as well as the voices of different ages screaming, roaring, crying, and begging for mercy.
The moment before she woke up from her dream, Wen Yi saw a scene of raging fire, corpses strewn across the field, and blood floating on the oars.
The densely packed corpses in miserable state were swallowed up by a terrifying crimson color and merged into one.
It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood unique to ruthless swordsmanship.
Wen Yi sat up suddenly from the bed and looked blankly at Ziwei Pavilion shrouded in thick fog.
Soon, the thick fog that surrounded the house and even tried to enter the room disappeared, and the sky turned fish belly white.
Wen Yi opened the window and looked towards the seaside.
An orange-red sun rises slowly from the sea level, rising little by little, and scattered white sails on the blue sea are like stars falling into sapphires, dotting the sea.
"Shen Yu." Wen Yi shouted towards the screen.
Seeing that there was no movement, she got up and washed up. When she opened the door, she saw a slender figure standing in front of the railing. His stern face seemed to be frozen in ice for thousands of years, and his whole body exuded a chill that made people avoid him.
"Qingzhou is so beautiful when the thick fog cannot cover it." Wen Yi took a deep breath, "Have you and Shen Shui seen the sunrise here when you first came here?"
Shen Yu's eyes moved from far to near, "No."
There is no time, everyone is very busy.
Busy with slaying demons, busy driving those monsters to the ruins of the God War and sealing them up, there are endless things to do every day, and there is no time to enjoy the unique scenery of Qingzhou.
"Then you guys are really boring." Wen Yi didn't think much about it, "I heard some noises last night and saw pictures of you."
She told Shen Yu everything she saw and saw in her dream.
Shen Yu's expression was solemn, and his fair, slender, knuckled hands gently tapped the railing, "In the future, you should avoid seeing sounds and scenes like this. As long as you don't pay attention, you won't be watched and the danger will be less."
It was related to Shen Yu, but he didn't mention it at all. Could there be some hidden secret in it?
In other words, what Wen Yi heard was what a big shot wanted her to hear and see?
She looked at the shimmering red light and ghostly relics of the God War, "Shen Yu, did the relics of the God War exist when you first discovered Qingzhou, or did they only appear after Shen Shui and Xianren died in the battle?"
Wen Yi had read the Qingzhou annals, and most of the reminders about the ruins of the War between the Gods were: Prince Ruo led an army into the ruins to fight bloody battles with ghosts, and finally formed this terrifying ruins that make people laugh.
"Before." Shen Yu said concisely.
Wen Yi wanted to ask more, so she saw Fu Yu holding a vase. In the vase was Qingzhou's unique sea water lotus.
This kind of lotus is much larger than the normal lotus, blue-purple, exudes a faint fragrance, and has a soothing effect.
"Good morning, Wen Yi." Fu Yu greeted with a bright smile, two pear dimples showing at the corners of his mouth. He placed the sea water lotus in the corner of the room, "Come on, I'll take you to have breakfast."
Wen Yi pulled Shen Yu, who was standing there like a log, "Do you want to eat the delicious food from Ziwei Pavilion?"
Shen Yu: "I don't want to."
"I think." Wen Yi came to the flower hall with great interest.
Fu Yun, Jiang Huaiyu and Gu Yanting are all here.
"I'm sorry for disturbing everyone last night." As the host, Fu Yun raised his glass, "In a few days, the Festival of Gods will begin, and the ruins of the God War will also be opened. On behalf of Ziwei Pavilion, I respectfully invite you to enter the ruins to seek opportunities and express your feelings. ."
Wen Yi felt clear in her heart.
Fu Yun invited them into the ruins, which was a lot of twists and turns.
Don't you just want to disturb a pool of clear water so that you can get back the rights belonging to Ziwei Pavilion from Fu Zong?
The Sword Sect, Yunshui Sword Sect, Ziwei Pavilion, Fu Sect, and other major forces from all directions can only be profitable if they cause chaos.
If the situation in Qingzhou is controlled by Fu Zong again, it will be more bad than good.
Wen Yi admired Fu Yun's courage. It was commendable for his courage to dare to challenge Fu Zong, whose ancestors were at the Fusion Realm.
If the time comes, she is willing to help.
Raising the glass, Wen Yi took a sip of the thick, white and sweet Qingzhou unique fermented fermented milk.
During the meal, Jiang Huaiyu glanced at Wen Yi from time to time.
She turned a deaf ear and told him to eat and drink when he should. If Jiang Huaiyu dared to speak, she would dare to silence him.
"Fairy Wenyi." Gu Yanting was worried about her brother's safety and said, "After dinner, can you come with me to see Yan Yun's injuries?"
"no problem."
Fu Yu kept picking up dishes for Wen Yi and introducing them to Wen Yi while eating, very enthusiastically.
"Master Fu Yu is so warm and considerate to Wen Yi." Jiang Huaiyu said meaningfully: "I have never heard of Qingzhou's hospitality before."
Among all Kyushu, Qingzhou is the most exclusive.
When outsiders come to ask for directions, the people in Qingzhou generally don't reply. They will only call over the patrolling disciples from Ziwei Pavilion to ask them questions.
It’s not that the people of Qingzhou are indifferent.
It's because you don't know whether the person asking questions is a human or a ghost. Stay vigilant, don't have any intention of harming others, and must be on guard against others. This is a lesson engraved in the blood of Qingzhou people.
This lesson is stained with blood.
"I...Wen Yi and I are very happy." Fu Yu's face was shy, and a faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks.
"Jun Lingyu is jealous?" Wen Yi felt that the other party was looking for trouble, which was really irritating. "There are so many maids outside the door waiting for you to choose. They are all looking forward to serving you. If you are jealous, just pick one."
Jiang Huaiyu looked at Wen Yi, "How can a maid have the status of the future elder of Ziwei Pavilion..."
"When you are a guest at someone else's house, Ling Yu-kun is better to be restrained. Fu Yu and I are good friends, and he is willing and enthusiastic." Wen Yi said coldly:
"There are so many people here, who are you friends with?
No, I should say who do you think highly of?
If you look unattainable all day long, who would want to be friends with you?
If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it, no one will touch your head to let you eat it."
Just having breakfast can lead to so many things. Isn't it annoying?
Gu Yanting also couldn't stand Jiang Huaiyu's behavior, "Ling Yujun, Fu Yun didn't say anything, why are you so busy?"
Jiang Huaiyu was choked by the two of them, the elegance on his face disappeared, and he uttered two words: "Stupid."
Fu Yu was so passionate about Wen Yi that anyone with eyes could tell something was wrong.
Is this how you treat your friends?
It's obviously courtship.
It's not enough for Wen Yi to harm the master of Ziwei Pavilion, she also harms Fu Yu. The two outstanding figures in Qingzhou have become her subordinates, haha.