"Sir, what's wrong?" Song Yu calmed down and looked at Wuming calmly. Before he figured out the situation of the other party, Song Yu felt that it was not a bad thing to follow him.
Wuming looked at Song Yu and suddenly laughed for a while: "I just feel that since I am a swordsman and the head of the Security Department here, this place should not be so peaceful."
"Your Majesty, what you said is wrong." Song Yu stood up straight and said with a smile: "The most precious thing is peace, and it truly reflects your ability to govern."
"Peace is far less easy to remember than heroes in turmoil." Wuming said in a serious and stubborn tone: "I am a swordsman. If this is a peaceful age and the world is stable, why should I unsheath my sword? Firewood, rice, oil and salt.
?It would stain the edge of my sword."
Wuming became more and more arrogant as he spoke, and the long sword in his hand made a clanking sound.
Song Yu felt that venting just now didn't have much effect. He now has a terrible headache. According to Wuming's assumption, is it possible that they still have to experience a ghost siege in the illusion? Oh no, this is a small town, even the city is
No.
Song Yu felt tired and didn't want to keep pretending to be humble. He simply sat down and poured a cup of tea. He casually talked without any hope: "Although most of the romances and legends in this world are vigorous, there are also some ordinary daily stories.
A casual story. A man with superb swordsmanship is reduced to such a mediocre world. Don’t you think this is a very cute contrast?"
"I don't think so." Wuming denied quickly, but did not pursue Song Yu's disrespect.
Song Yu pressed his eyebrows, and he retracted his comment on Wuming's coaxing in the morning. It was clear that he was out of touch: "Why don't you, sir, taste it again?"
Wuming pondered for a moment, looked at Song Yu and said with a smile, "Thank you."
Song Yu frowned.
But I heard Wuming continue to say: "The sky will be in chaos."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bright stars seemed to have been stabbed with a long pole and fell down unreasonably. After a while, they turned into a gray night sky where dark clouds could be faintly seen.
The night sky is not empty. On the contrary, a red moon hangs high, shining with ominous light. The moon is not like the moon, with countless red threads growing along the round edge towards the center, just like
Like a terrifying eye.
Song Yu's breath stagnated and he immediately looked at Wuming.
Wuming's eyes were dark, like endless abyss. He was still smiling: "Song Yu."
Song Yu didn't dare to answer.
Wuming added: "I think you are very good. You are very good in everything."
…
Du Anchen suddenly woke up from his dream. Because this place was so weird, Du Anchen slept with his clothes on, but his nerves were always tense. When he woke up, his collar was wet with cold sweat.
The source of her awakening was a silhouette outside the door.
Perhaps Du Anchen took a breath instinctively when he suddenly sat up. The silhouette also moved when it heard the movement, and then an unknown voice came in: "Miss Du, are you awake?"
Hearing this voice, Du Anchen felt an unspeakable boredom and panic. She tried hard to calm down her breathing: "What's the matter?"
The nameless voice was still soft: "Master Jie is awake."
Du Anchen jumped up from the bed, and immediately rushed up and opened the door. Maybe it was because he brought good news, but Wuming's ordinary face looked much more pleasing to the eye, with a little sincerity and kindness.
Cunning, much more vivid than before.
"real?"
"Yes. I know that Miss Du cares about this the most, so I will tell the girl as soon as the Taoist Master wakes up."
Wuming's eyes still held that inexplicable affection, but Du Anchen was focused on Jie Nanshi and immediately rushed to the house where Song Yu lived. Unexpectedly, he was pulled by Wuming as soon as he took two steps.
Wuming knew he was being abrupt, so he just pulled Du Anchen's sleeve and then retracted his hand, pointing in the direction of his big house: "Here."
Sure enough, there was a faint light in the big house, and there were some sounds of people.
Du Anchen didn't hesitate and entered the big room. Xie Nanshi was indeed awake, leaning on the bedside and looking at his hands, which seemed a little uncomfortable.
"Xie Nanshi." Du Anchen breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart that had been hanging around seemed to calm down: "How do you feel?"
Xie Nanshi looked at Du Anchen: "I'm still a little dizzy, but I'm fine. Here..."
"Qinghe Town." Du Anchen didn't say much. She still felt very defensive about Wuming.
Xie Nanshi's pupils shrank slightly: "Qinghe Town? We shouldn't be next to Tianyong Capital..."
"I don't know. I'm afraid I have to ask Song Yu about this matter." Du Anchen quickly interrupted what Nanshi was saying and looked at Wuming with a heavy gaze: "Where is Song Yu?"
Xie Nanshi wasn't originally in Song Yu's wing? Why did the other party wake up and run into the nameless main room, but Song Yu disappeared?
Unexpectedly, after these words were spoken, Wuming and Xie Nanshi's expressions became a little strange. After a while, Xie Nanshi pointed to Wuming: "Songyu, isn't it over there?"
"Him?" Du Anchen's voice almost broke. She glanced at Wuming again, then stared into Jie Nanshi's eyes and said word by word: "Even if you haven't seen him, you always know that he is not Song Yu.
.”
Xie Nanshi frowned slightly, with a look of confusion. Wuming smiled bitterly: "If Miss Du doesn't like me, it doesn't matter that she can't remember my name."
Du Anchen was stunned. She saw the approval of Wuming in Xie Nanshi's eyes.
Du Anchen's head was bigger than the other two. When he saw Wuming, he said again: "Master Jie, is that okay?"
Xie Nanshi nodded, and when he treated Wuming, his expression showed natural closeness and trust.
"What can I do?" Du Anchen's eyes were splitting. The scene in front of her was almost beyond the scope of her understanding. She even subconsciously wanted to exit the room.
As if he had figured out her thoughts, Wuming pulled Du Anchen to a chair aside and sat down. He also conjured a jar of good wine out of thin air and placed it in front of Du Anchen: "How about you drink some first to calm down the panic in advance?
"
The tone of this conversation was completely different from before. There was no way Du Anchen could drink the wine he handed him, but his stiff body was still held down and he sat down: "Go ahead."
"We are back where we started." Wuming said, pointing to himself and Xie Nanshi: "This is the third time we have come to the starting point. As for you, it should be the second time."
There was a hint of surprise in Xie Nanshi's expression. He didn't expect that this round would be so short, and he returned to Qinghe Town. But why did he choose this place as the starting point every time?
Du Anchen didn't understand what Wuming meant. Back to the beginning, what beginning?
She covered her eyes, her thoughts in confusion. Du Anchen thought that maybe he should leave here first and find the real Song Dynasty.
But what about Jie Nanshi? What’s going on?
"Am I crazy, or are you crazy?" After a while, she came to her senses and looked up at Jie Nanshi: "Is this what you want to say?"
Xie Nanshi nodded.
Du Anchen pointed at Wuming: "Do you really think he is Song Yu?"
Xie Nanshi still didn't speak, but there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Du Anchen was a little desperate for a moment. She didn't understand why Wuming suddenly played the role of Song Yu. Even if Song Yu was out of tune, didn't play according to common sense, and didn't have any talent for cultivation, he was still the young master of Tianyong City! That's right!
...The real backbone of their group cannot be replaced by just anything.
Du Anchen took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and stared at Wuming with cold eyes: "Then who was the person in charge of Qinghe Town who eliminated the belief in evil gods last time?"
"It's me." Wuming said calmly.
"How did you realize that this town that has been peaceful for so many years has been targeted by the White Walkers?"
"Because I met a paper bride when I came here to take up my post." Wuming's eyes were still full of affection that made Du Anchen nauseated. "White Walkers always look for skins. Finding a suitable paper shell is not as good as finding a piece of paper that can occupy them."
The human skin is easy, so there must be external help."
"For this reason, we went to the incense and candle shop, the one where you placed Jie Nanshi." Wuming said with a little sadness: "We didn't find anything strange at first, but later on the census, the people in the town were
After sifting through all the people, I discovered that the White Walkers’ occupation of Qinghe Town had already reached a level beyond our imagination. Miss Du, do you... remember?"
Du Anchen felt her head hurt. She remembered everything Wuming said. She was deeply involved in the original, but she remembered more clearly that she was dragged into this situation by a man named Song Yu who didn't know how to practice.
: "You are not Song Yu. Song Yu has no cultivation at all, let alone how to use a sword."
Xie Nanshi hesitated to speak. In his first life, Song Yu not only knew how to use a sword, but was even stronger than Du Anchen. Therefore, Song Yu suddenly became very strong, which was completely in line with his knowledge.
However, Du Anchen knew Song Yu in the second life who relied on others for everything in terms of force value and would spend a lot of money to hire Du Anchen. Some misconceptions are understandable.
Wuming's eyes were even more dim, and his tone was full of Song Yu's usual grievance: "Miss Du, if I really have no talent for cultivation, how could I be appointed as the head of the Safety Department?"
"Because..." Du Anchen wanted to refute instinctively, but paused. She didn't have a reasonable explanation.
Wuming sighed: "If my father just wanted to protect me and keep me away from the capital, I can be an official of any kind. Why did I acquiesce to my uncle and arrange for me to be assigned to the Department of Safety, where I have to fight against the White Walkers head-on?"
"Because -" Du Anchen said, gritting his teeth and not continuing to speak.
Du Anchen finally opened the bottle of wine that Song Yu gave her. She urgently needed a sip of wine to calm down, but she didn't care whether she might be tricked. She intuitively felt that the wine was fine. After all, Wuming's request was to replace Song Yu.