Outside the Chao Tower, the Yu tribe came in one after another, either reporting on national conditions and political affairs, or secretly reporting on the current situation of various ministries. Master Zhu Yi asked for instructions one by one. The pile of documents on his desk gradually decreased.
The sun's shadow slants westward by the window, and the Yingluo tree is filled with speckled golden afterglow.
"Sir, it's time to take your medicine." He Ling'er leaned close to the back of the chair, her buns swaying gently, reflected on the wall by the sunset. Her figure was delicate, her white cheeks were still furry, and her watery eyes were as red as agate.
, staring at Mr. Zhu Yi’s pale cheek.
A tall stork feathered man walked in with a dull expression, standing still. His gorgeous feather coat inlaid with gold and jade suddenly fluttered, and was lifted up by an invisible wind, rippling like water waves. On the corner of the feather coat, there was a goose-yellow flower.
Colorful dandelions cling to it, and their delicate white hairs tremble slightly.
Mr. Zhu Yi's expression condensed and he pushed away the sapphire medicine bottle handed over by He Ling'er.
"May you and I follow the footsteps of the wind." Yuren Stork's face remained expressionless, his lips opened and closed, his hands crossed in front of his chest, stiffly performing the etiquette of a wind matchmaker. What he uttered was a woman's voice, ethereal and
Distant, light and vast, like the air flowing throughout the room, traceless and omnipresent.
Mr. Zhu Yi's eyes flashed: "But Feng Xu, the leader of the Wind Media Clan?" The Wind Media Clan has cultivated to a very advanced level and can turn a ray of thought into a dandelion and attach it to others. Among the whole clan, only Lianxu can
Only Feng Xu, the leader of Hedao, can do this.
"I am Feng Xu." The Yuren of the Stork Tribe nodded slightly, "I wonder what Mr. He Shiye wants to discuss when he invites me to Vukong Mountain?"
"Of course it is a major event related to the rise and fall of the media industry." He Shiye said calmly.
Feng Xu did not answer and remained silent. The luminous curtains swayed gently in the wind, and the sunset inside the room was dim and bright.
He Shiye's face seems to be changing in the flickering light.
After a long time, he coughed and said: "Since ancient times, wind media have traveled all over the world and have made their home all over the world. They are witnesses and recorders of the historical facts of the Eight Wildernesses. Wherever the wind blows, there are the footprints of wind media. You have broken the heaven and the earth.
I know everything about the ancient past."
"What exactly does Mr. He Shiye want to say?"
"What I want is very simple." He Shiye stared at the stork feathered man, his eyes flashed, as sharp as a bright sword, seeming to cut into the depths of the other person's soul. "From today on, I want the Feng Media Clan to be on the way.
Whatever you see and hear, no matter how big or small, send a copy to Vukong Mountain."
Feng Xu fell into silence, and after a while, he asked: "Does the Yu Clan want the Wind Media Clan to become spies for the Yu Clan?"
"Chief Fengxu's words are serious." He Shiye smiled, and the sword light in his eyes seemed to be in the box, becoming soft and gentle, "As a friend of the Fengxu tribe, I just want to share your colorful experiences.
, nothing more."
Feng Xu was silent for a long time, then slowly shook his head: "Feng is born free and unfettered. He Shiye Xiangguo, please forgive me for not obeying my order."
"But I, the Yu Clan, are the sons of heaven who fly by the wind!"
"The moment the world is shattered, even the sky will fall to the ground."
"Is the wind media refusing to be a friend of the Yu clan?"
"In the eyes of wind media, all races are our friends."
He Shiye stopped talking, leaned on the back of the wheelchair, and looked at the other person calmly. After a moment, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times, then nodded: "I understand what the patriarch meant. If there is a chance in the future, I hope to be able to talk to him.
Clan Chief Fengxu talked face to face."
"May you and I follow the footsteps of the wind." Feng Xu bowed, and the invisible air flow floated away quickly. The feathers of the stork feathers fell down, and the dandelions at the corners of the clothes slowly floated down.
The stork feather man's expression was shocked, and he immediately regained his clarity.
"No, you are wrong." He picked up the leaves and lowered his head, staring at the dandelions. The small yellow flowers disappeared in his eyes, "All living beings in the world must follow the footsteps of the Yu Clan."
"The wind media rejected my goodwill." He turned to look at the Yuren of the Stork Tribe with a calm expression, "Immediately issued an order to spread the word to all the tribes in the eight wastelands that the wind media was plotting against my superior Yu clan. The evidence is conclusive and the crime is unforgivable.
.From now on, if anyone dares to trade with wind dealers or take in wind dealers, all their descendants will be killed, and their race and country will be exterminated!"
The Yuren of the Stork Tribe followed the order and left.
The last feather man walked into the nest building tremblingly. He had gray hair and a stooped back. The brocade feather robe he wore was washed many times, so the color looked dull and the corners were frayed with hair balls.
He quietly turned his head, glanced at He Shiye cautiously, his lips trembled, and then he immediately lowered his head respectfully.
He Shiye flipped through a stack of files on the case and frowned slightly: "Mr. Ma of the Quebu, sued the Yingbu for invading your jade mine in Langya Mountain, and killed and injured many people..."
"Master Xiangguo, this is absolutely true." The visitor said in a harsh voice, "Although the jade mine in Langya Mountain is a small and barren mine, it has always been the source of practice for thousands of people in my Ma family. Who would have thought that recently, there was a mine in the mine?
Underneath, Mingkong Jade Liquid was excavated, and the Ying tribe found out about it. They took it over without explanation, saying that it was the cultivation object that Ying Tianzhu asked for by name. We, the lower Yu clan, would not dare to touch a treasure like Mingkong Jade Liquid.
, it is the right thing to dedicate to the Eagle Department. But, we can’t take over the entire mine.”
"Didn't the Eagle Department compensate you?"
"There is nothing. They also captured hundreds of strong laborers from our Ma clan and helped them mine Mingkong Jade Liquid day and night. The Ying Department blamed us for our poor mining, which delayed Ying Tianzhu's practice, and killed dozens of Ma clan members in a row.
People."
"After I investigate this matter in detail, I will ask the Ying Department to give you an explanation." He Shiye rubbed his forehead tiredly, closed the file, and raised his head.
"Thank you, Mr. Xiangguo." The visitor bowed deeply, bowed and slowly exited.
He Shiye caught a glimpse of his profile and was suddenly startled, shouting out loud: "Pebbles?"
The visitor was shocked, straightened up, with a look of joy and fear on his face, and muttered: "Little Ye Zi, oh no, Lord Xiangguo."
"Xiao Shizi, Mashi! It's really you!" He Shiye's always gentle and quiet face showed a hint of excitement. He turned the wheelchair and moved over quickly, "Xiao Shizi, we haven't seen each other for decades!"
Why don't you come to me? Do you remember going to the mine together to catch the mountain armadillo? We fell into a dark pit and were so scared that we cried..."
"I..." Ma Shi's eyes also brightened for a moment, and then dimmed again, "Lord Xiangguo, I, I remember everything."
"Call me Little Leaf! At that time, I couldn't learn the sword. I was beaten up by the old man. I was so angry that I ran away from home. If you hadn't taken in the little pebble..."
"Your legs..."
"I was injured by the sword energy while practicing my sword. But it doesn't matter. I can't walk, but I can fly!" He Shiye laughed and stretched out his arms to hug Ma Shi's shoulders.
"Lord Xiangguo, your surname is He after all. You belong here, in Void Mountain." Masi shrank his shoulders in fear.
He Shiye's palm stopped in mid-air, and he stared blankly at Mashi. After a long time, he withdrew his hand in despair, and his face became increasingly pale.
Until Mashi left and dusk filled the air, he sat alone in his wheelchair, looking into the distance in despair.