Chapter 391 The Art of Making Animals (Second Update)
【Do you want to be the king?!】
This sentence is so powerful that it penetrates the back of the paper, and it seems that you can get a glimpse of the flavor of the war and the iron horse. The text is used to convey the truth, and words have always been the carrier of the heart.
In a daze, it seemed that the dusty old man was looking at him solemnly through the words.
"It's no wonder that among the scholars, the old man is called a model official and a leader of the scholars..."
Yang Yu remained silent.
Nowadays, the atmosphere of troubled times is no longer something only the big shots can detect.
In the past few years, riots of varying sizes and numbers have broken out in almost all nine realms in the world, including Longyuan Dao, except for Linlong Dao.
Some were wiped out, but some are still maintained, and there are more undercurrents raging beneath them.
Maintaining stability on the surface can no longer conceal the atmosphere of chaos that hits us.
There are very few people like Xu Wenji who can see it but still insist on it wholeheartedly.
pity……
"For the king..."
Yang Yu thought about it seriously.
What is a king?
He wakes up and holds the power of the world, but he lies drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman... When he is happy, the whole world celebrates, when he is angry, the color of the world changes. Tens of thousands of people exist with their noses and noses up, what they want can be easily obtained, and those who are not happy can be destroyed with the palm of a hand.
This is the pinnacle of human desire. Throughout the ages, countless people have walked on this road.
To say that I have never had any thoughts is naturally impossible.
You know, when he planned his life in his previous life, the top one among them was ‘test compilation’.
only……
"My lord, you think so highly of me, so what foundation do I have to become a king?"
After thinking about it, Yang Yu felt speechless.
Fighting for the dragon is not about playing house, nor is it a battle in the arena, nor is it a matter of superior martial arts.
Apart from Yi Sheng, He He and Dog, the only people under his command are Xiao Wu and the Living Dead. If we really want to fight for this little family wealth, I'm afraid it won't work.
[There is no invincible person in the world, there is no ever-lasting family, and there is no eternal dynasty. The lineage of King Long Yuan will eventually be exhausted.]
"My lord, you see everything clearly."
Yang Yu nodded slightly.
He has come into contact with Yu Fengxian and Zhang Longfu, and they are very different. The former has a pure heart and is addicted to martial arts. As a commander of the Qingzhou Jinyi Guards, he mostly acts alone and rushes to the front line.
As for the latter, they are both male and female, weak-minded, and indecisive in their desires. They are really just middle-class and low-income people, and they may not be able to take the lead in ordinary people's families, let alone the families of princes.
Xu Wenji saw this clearly, and he naturally saw it clearly too.
[If you were a king, you could take the gray box]
This was the end of the letter. Yang Yu's heart moved slightly as he reached out and took out a letter from the gray box.
[If you are a king, you should be in charge of the palace. Fengxian has no intention of having power. You may lose his reputation, but you can actually gain it. With the resources of the Dao, a great master can easily get it, and a martial saint is not impossible. 】
Yang Yu took one look, put it down immediately, and closed the box.
Not to mention now, even before yesterday, he would not hesitate at all.
People can't be so shameless, at least not this shameless.
It is already unacceptable for him to marry into a married woman, but to marry into a married woman in order to seize someone's ancestral property is definitely unacceptable to him.
If he wanted to be a king, he would do it with the sword and bow in his hand instead of bullying the orphans and widows.
Qiu Zhanyu glanced over and saw him closing the gray box, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Yu pretended not to know and continued to read the letters in the black box.
"good!"
There is only one word on the first page of the letter.
Yang Yu felt strange and continued to read.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the words in the second letter seemed much softer, not as aggressive as before.
[As a true man, I must avenge my kindness! The person I like will definitely not bully the old and young, or occupy other people’s ancestral property!]
"My lord, you are really..."
Yang Yu shook his head inwardly, but didn't care much and continued to read.
【In this way, I have all your wishes!】
[Longyuan Road is already a quagmire. I am clearing Qingzhou, but it is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. What is coming will come sooner or later. If you want to break the situation, you must remember these four people. 】
Yang Yu silently recited these four names in his heart.
The boss must have done very in-depth research on Long Yuandao. In this box, there are mostly records about the lives, hobbies, backgrounds, martial arts, and cliques of these four people.
There is also an analysis of their motives, possible actions, etc.
At the same time, he also has the connections and backing he left behind.
"call!"
With one glance and ten lines, he read all the files and letters and memorized them in his mind. Yang Yu held the Zhen Gang in his palm to induce vomiting, and shook the two wooden boxes into powder in front of Qiu Zhanyu.
"Brother Yang, don't blame me, Qiu is the same..."
Seeing Yang Yu's clean and neat movements, Qiu Zhanyu felt a little ashamed. He was actually a little uneasy before.
"These things are serious matters. It is only natural for people to worry. How can we blame them?"
Yang Prison didn't take it seriously.
Only after reading these things did he realize the weight of what Xu Wenji left behind. This was not only information, but also his connections and back-up staff.
If it falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, the consequences are unpredictable. It is natural for Qiu Zhanyu to be worried.
"You, aren't you curious about what's in that gray box?"
Seeing Yang Yu destroying it immediately, Qiu Zhanyu felt a little regretful.
"If you don't want to watch it, don't watch it."
Yang Yu stood up, said goodbye to Qiu Zhanyu, and turned around to the room under the latter's complicated gaze.
"You kid, you've been gone all day? Is it getting dark again? I can't hold it any longer..."
Zhao Kun was still guarding the door. When he saw Yang Yu coming back, he yawned and walked into the adjacent room. After guarding for more than a day, he was really sleepy.
Not to mention the realm of Zhen Gang, even the Martial Saint still needs sleep. The mental fatigue is worse than the physical fatigue.
"Brother Yang..."
Not long after entering the room, Qin Si woke up. Yang Yu wiped her sweat and asked her how she felt.
In fact, there was no need for Qin Si to tell him, he could also sense the changes that had taken place in the former's body. That burst of pure Qi was astonishingly pure, and it was almost like cutting off the hair and cleansing the marrow.
And because they have the same origin, the benefits are much greater than before.
"That true energy was left behind by the ancestor. When it senses the aura of the same origin, it reacts..."
Qin Si leaned on the bedside, first using her magical power to drive away the dust and sweat on her body, and there was a trance in her eyes:
"I had a dream. In the dream, in the dream, I saw a small courtyard surrounded by a fence, deep in the mountains..."
"Um?!"
Yang Yu was shocked and blurted out:
"In that fenced yard, are there flowers and plants, wooden houses, old women, pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks?!"
"……yes."
Qin Si nodded, panic flashed across her face: "...That old woman is so scary. She just flicked her finger, and the clouds and wind in the sky turned into a giant pillar..."
"this……"
Listening to Qin Si's narration, Yang Yu remained calm on his face, but there was a huge wave in his heart.
He would never forget the scene when he was refining the human skin scroll. The old woman's terror could be felt from just a few words.
In Qin Si's description, the Taoist who left in embarrassment had half black hair and half white hair. Could it be that he was the Yunni Taoist from Fushui Temple?!
"Brother Yang?"
Seeing that Yang Yu was a little distracted, Qin Si called out twice.
"fine."
Yang Yu returned to normal and chatted with Qin Si. At the same time, he thought about it, opened the secluded space, and looked at the latter.
After the furnace, the path of a warrior shifted from blood to spirit, but he had never seen anything like that old woman, who seemed to be aware of the existence of the ingredients he was refining.
He couldn't help but be careless.
However, after some inspections, other than the discovery that Qin Si's inner breath was changing towards true energy, nothing unusual was found.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The two had just determined their feelings, and they were shy and close to each other. When they chatted, they talked a lot.
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However, Qin Si's energy was not very good. She was stimulated in her dream, and soon after finishing dinner, she felt a little sleepy.
Yang Yu held her hand and watched her sleep, feeling peaceful in his heart.
In his two lifetimes, he has always been wary and alienated from others. In these years, he actually didn't have many friends.
Now, besides the old man and his mother-in-law, he has someone he cares about.
This feeling is unfamiliar, yet reassuring.
"Have a good sleep."
Gathering her messy hair, Yang Yu smiled, held her hand, and slept against her clothes.
During this sleep, Yang Yu slept peacefully. He had no dreams all night and slept until dawn.
When she woke up, Qin Si was coming back with breakfast.
But she is no longer dressed in men's clothing yesterday, but has changed into a plain skirt, no makeup, but still extremely beautiful, and she wears hair in a bun.
This is the dress for a woman.
"Brother Yang, are you awake?"
Qin Si was a little shy, with redness behind her ears, but she still came over, put down her breakfast, brought water, and watched him wash up.
Zhao Kun squatted at the door, feeling a little relieved but also feeling uncomfortable.
You watched your master’s niece grow up and did this to another man’s wife?
"There is no red tape for the children of Jianghu, but, you can't have nothing, right?"
Zhao Kun couldn't help but muttered.
"When everything here is over, I will take you home to meet your mother-in-law and old man."
Yang Yu's mentality changed quickly.
He has rules and bottom lines, but he doesn't like to be sloppy.
"Listen to you."
Qin Si bowed her head shyly, as beautiful as a peach or plum.
Zhao Kun couldn't help but interrupt:
"Let's think about how to deal with my uncle! When my uncle sends Duan Qilong away, I'm afraid he will come and kill you as soon as possible!"
"Where is Mr. Lin?"
Yang Yu frowned slightly, then returned to normal in an instant. He took out the human skin scroll with all the golden characters scattered and handed it to Zhao Kun:
"Bring this to your uncle. The whereabouts of your ancestor must be more important to him than me!"
"The whereabouts of the Patriarch?!"
Hearing this, Zhao Kun jumped up, took the human skin scroll and looked through it with a look of surprise on his face, but he didn't notice anything strange.
The look in Yang Yu's eyes was filled with suspicion.
It was Qin Si who opened her mouth to explain to him, and also talked about what she saw in her dream yesterday, which made Zhao Kun's eyes split open and his hands and feet tremble.
"you say……"
A faint sound came from the window, and Yang Yu looked back alertly. From the window that was blown open by the wind, he could see a person standing on the eaves in the distance.
In the voice, there is a cold current that is more severe than the middle of winter: