On the table, there are three oil lamps and a pot of refreshing tea. Apart from that, there are only pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and thick files.
"The pair of glasses you asked for are very useful."
Xu Wenji took off his glasses and wiped the lenses carefully.
Glasses are not uncommon. They have been available in various places more than a hundred years ago, but the glasses made by Qi Changfa are extremely precious and rare.
Over the years, he had only beaten a few times, and one of them was sent to Shuiyunguan. "You can always use it..." Looking at the old Xu Wenji in front of the case, Yang Yu felt a little sour in his heart.
Rickets, fireworks, deafness, loss of Qi and blood, and sluggishness...
Today's Xu Wenji, in his eyes, is like a candle that is about to be extinguished under the strong wind.
In fact, in the book of life and death, the old man in front of him only has four years left to live.
This was many years ago when he came here to heal his wounds and get rid of years of chronic illness. Otherwise, his life span would have been over thirteen years earlier...
"The Northwest Road has indeed done very well in these years. At least, it is better than I did back then..."
Putting on his glasses, Xu Wenji looked at Yang Yu and felt slightly:
"More than forty years have passed, and you are still so young. The wonders of martial arts and horizontal training are truly remarkable. It's a pity..."
"You are old..."
Yang Yu's throat trembled. He wanted to say something, but Xu Wenji pulled him to sit in front of the case.
This old man, who was known for his toughness in the past, also let go of a lot in his twilight years and helped the largest and only rebel leader in the world to speak.
In previous years, this would have been impossible. You must know that due to political disagreements, he almost lost contact with Wang Muzhi and other disciples.
On the desk, there are piles of files, all of which are Xu Wenji's records of the customs and customs of the foreign tribes outside the Great Wall over the years.
Xu Wenji rarely saw more people. The distribution, habits, local customs, education, customs, and even the conflict between slaves and nobles, the composition and structure of the royal court...
More importantly, they are some of his expectations and explanations for civilizing alien races and eliminating the conflict between the two races.
Yang Yu listened quietly, answering words from time to time, or adding oil to the lamp.
"The aliens outside the Great Wall are actually no different from us. Their bodies are made of flesh and blood, and their natures are essentially good. However, outside the Great Wall, it is bitter and cold, and they lack food and clothing. They often die if they do not fight. Over time, they become vicious, brave and aggressive..."
Xu Wenji sighed softly:
"Be it outside the Great Wall or outside the Pass, what ordinary people want is just food and clothing. No parent would be willing to send their children to the battlefield..."
Yang Yu nodded, and seeing that he couldn't help but yawn, he said:
"It's late at night, it's time for you to sleep."
"In this life, I have never been able to achieve success in literature, martial arts, or the legendary path of immortals and Buddhas. But after living for a long time, I have some subtle feelings..."
Xu Wenji waved his hand and said:
"Although you are here today, I already noticed someone was coming seven days ago. I just didn't know it was you."
Seemingly feeling something, Yang Yu helped the old man up and said, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it tomorrow. You can rest first."
"Are you here to extend my life?" Xu Wenji did not refuse, but suddenly spoke.
"I can't hide it from you." Yang Yu sighed in his heart.
Among Xu Wenji's fortunes, there is "Knowing the destiny." The so-called knowing the destiny is similar to the unity of heaven and man. You can faintly detect the changes in the world, the rise and fall of personal fortunes, and the end of your life span.
"No need."
Xu Wenji waved his hand and refused:
"Everything I should do has been done.
For the rest of the time, I spent the rest of the time with Xiuxiu and teasing my grandson. After this trip went smoothly, it was time to go down and see the late emperor..."
Yang Yu wanted to take action by force, but Xu Wenji had already seen through his mind and glanced at him:
"Why, you still want to knock me out?"
"How can I?"
Yang Yu smiled bitterly: "
It’s just that Xiuxiu has only one relative, you, and her grandson is young, so how can you bear it?”
"Everyone is born, aged, sick and dies like this. I have lived for more than a hundred years, which is already a blessing compared to ordinary people, so why should I be dissatisfied?
Today, you can extend my life, but tomorrow, there will still be a beautiful couple, several grandchildren, wives, and children...
You are extremely capable, so what can you do?"
Xu Wenji sat down and took off his boots:
"Take these documents to the Northwest Road and deliver them to Wei Zhengxian. After that, call Mu Zhi and the others to come back and see me..."
Taking off his coat, he slowly removed it:
"Let's go and leave some dignity for me..."
After decades of ups and downs, he may have accepted the demise of the dynasty he had served for half his life, but his mental strength has finally come to an end.
Yang Yu was silent.
He could knock Xu Wenji unconscious with just a raise of his hand, but in the end, he didn't make a move and just bowed long:
"Farewell Master Xu..."
Yang Yu stayed in Shuiyunguan for six days, and then went to the former Seven Kills King's City, and now stayed in Muhua City for seven or eight days.
Ten days later, the tired Wang Muzhi arrived.
"The nail-headed arrow book cannot target Lu Chen. He has been prepared for a long time..." Wang Muzhi's face was as dark as water.
Fangcun Mountain has been closed for more than ten years. During these ten years, apart from arranging the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain, most of his energy was spent on this nail-head spell book.
However……
Yang Yu was not surprised when he received the Nail Head Curse Book. Lu Chen had planned to have the old woman for thousands of years. Without such precautions, he would have been killed by the curse long ago.
"The fog outside Fangcun Mountain has slowly dissipated. Maybe it will be opened soon. Are you sure?"
Wang Muzhi looked solemn as he talked about the changes beyond the Great Wall, or Fangcun Mountain, in recent years.
Lu Chen's invitation to fight has already spread throughout the world. At this moment, there are clouds of masters outside the Great Wall, and crowds outside Fangcun Mountain are surging.
Even among the islands in the four seas, there are masters who have come from thousands of miles away to watch the battle.
Among them, there are many martial saints and even Shidu, such as Qi Daoguang, Youlong, Jiang Wuhuang, Cheng Yiyuan and others.
"It's meaningless to talk about victory or defeat without a real fight."
Yang Yu didn't pay much attention and just took out a ginseng fruit and handed it to Wang Muzhi.
"Teacher, don't you agree?"
Although it was a question, Wang Muzhi didn't seem surprised and sighed with a complicated expression:
"How can he forget the ancient country..."
"I have devoted my whole life to this, how can I forget it?"
Yang Yu was not surprised.
It is hard to leave the homeland, and the homeland is unforgettable. He has been in this world for decades, and every time he dreams back at midnight, he will think of his past life.
If people share this sentiment, how could he not accept it?
I just feel a little sad...
"When that day comes, I won't really want to learn from you."
Wang Muzhi accepted the ginseng fruit. Seeing the goshawk called by Yang Yu, he hesitated again and again, and finally spoke:
"The future is uncertain, and magical powers cannot be fully trusted. I don't know whether Lu Chen is alive or dead. If you don't go to Fangcun Mountain, he may not be able to do anything to you!"
Yang Prison did not answer, but asked: "In the past ten years, has Senior Brother ever glimpsed a corner of the future again?"
Hearing this, Wang Muzhi couldn't help but remain silent.
For more than ten years, she tried several times almost every day. During this period, she also had a glimpse, but...
"Fangcun Mountain, I have wanted to go there for a long time. I want to go with or without Lu Chen. The outcome will be decided after the battle!"
With a slight click of his feet, Yang Yu had already caught the flying eagle, and flew away amid the eagle's cry:
"I've tolerated him for a long time!"
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Northwest Road, the backyard of the Wangfu.
"ah!"
With an exclamation, the old man in his sleep suddenly sat up. He was panting heavily, his eyes were unfocused, and large beads of sweat poured out from the pores all over his body.
"Are you having nightmares again?"
He screamed miserably, but Grandma Yang didn't seem surprised. She put on her clothes and stood up, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.
"Um……"
The old man looked ugly.
In the past two or three years, every time he fell into the deepest sleep, he would wake up from his dream, but he had no idea what he was dreaming about.
He could only remember a few intermittently words in words that he couldn't understand at all...
"Did you go to that sea of laws too much?"
Grandma Yang felt a little distressed.
"Old man?"
The two masters of magical powers standing guard outside the door were at a loss. They wanted to push the door but didn't dare. Just when they were feeling anxious, they heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard door and couldn't help but tremble.
"father?"
The courtyard door opened automatically without any wind, and a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old pushed the door open and entered.
This young man has a slender figure, an almost perfect physique, and a face as handsome as a god, hardly resembling a body of flesh and blood.
No matter whether you are a man or a woman, you can't help but feel good about him when you see him.
But the two masters of magical powers standing outside the door seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing. They trembled all over and their backs were soaked.
"You can't even hold the door open, so why bother the doorkeeper?!"
Yang Jian glanced at the two people standing guard angrily, and without reprimanding, he went up to knock on the door:
"Dad, open the door."
In the room, the old man was still breathing heavily. When he saw Yang Jian, he hurriedly grabbed his palm, which was cold:
"Remember! I remember that sentence!"
"Remember everything?"
Yang Jian's heart moved, and then he looked confused again.
Over the years, after passing through the Nine-Nine Mysterious Gong realm, he has learned almost everything taught by his elder brother, including ancient Taoist scriptures.
Just this sound...
"Did you speak?"
Yang Jian was a little surprised. If he hadn't seen his father's lips moving, he would have thought that his father hadn't spoken at all.
"This dream will never happen again."
The old man suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
Yang Jian was about to ask why, when he felt his shoulders sink.
"who?!"
His eyes condensed, and just as he was about to bulge, the surging blood and energy in his body suddenly dissipated into nothingness.
"good."
Looking at his grown-up little brother, Yang Yu smiled slightly:
"Mother-in-law, I'm back."
"elder brother!"
"Little prison!"
After reacting, the three people in the room were immediately overjoyed. Granny Yang complained a little and held his hand and wouldn't let go.
Yang Prison, on the other hand, opened his sleeves to a thin line and asked the old man to repeat what he said before.
He didn't come out of nowhere, but he heard the old man's shout and the subsequent conversation between the two.
only……
There was a deathly silence on the cuffs, and the little toad seemed to have sat down. Yang Yu released several soft rays from his left hand, but there was no response.
"Test the ancestors with divine texts? Haha, what this sentence means is..."
When Yang Yu frowned slightly, the little toad pretended to be low and majestic in his sleeves: