Arknights is too real, right?

Xia Feng felt that calling Ying Wuyun home for dinner seemed reckless, but in fact there was no problem at all.

Out of reason, Ying Wuyun used to be kind to him, but what he did at the birthday banquet made Ying Wuyun look like a human being. Speaking of which, he still felt a little guilty.

Even if Ying Wuyun doesn't know that he is "Zhang San", this love still needs to be repaid in a self-consoling way.

And to take a step back, Sakurabu Yun is a descendant of Sakurawu Juyaro, and everyone is a neighbor. He can't just watch this kid stand outside like a telegraph pole all night.

It was impossible for Ying Wuyun to recognize him. If he could, he would have recognized him long ago. If there were any clues, it would be suspicion at best and there would be no sufficient evidence.

Moreover, now that he has recovered from his injuries, he has regained his strength. Coupled with the bagpipe, even if he admits that he is Zhang San now, Ying Wuyun alone will not be able to do anything about him.

Well, having said that, to be on the safe side, the first thing he did when he got home was to hide the Shenyue Sword.

in the living room.

After Bagpipe poured a cup of tea for Ying Wuyun, he directly dragged Xia Feng to the corridor.

He lowered his voice.

"Why did you bring him home?"

Xia Feng was not so cautious.

"Don't be nervous."

"Are you not nervous? He is from the Yingwu family and is your enemy."

"Harm, I can't talk about enemies. I'm just Fuutarou now."

"you"

"Okay, go prepare dinner quickly, I'm starving."

The atmosphere during this dinner was strange. Bagpipe was sullen and silent the whole time, and even Xia Feng pretended not to hear when he called her for more food.

Ying Wuyun was naturally very embarrassed. He must have thought that he had done something wrong, or that his arrival was a mistake and disturbed others' peace.

"I'm done eating. I'm going to bed first."

Bagpipe dropped his job and went directly to the second floor.

After Bagpipe left, Ying Wuyun asked tentatively.

"Fuutarou, did I do something wrong to make my sister angry? Did I eat too much?"

Xia Feng took care of himself and filled a bowl of soup.

"may be."

"Huh? Did I really eat too much?"

Xia Feng held the bowl and said while sipping the soup.

"My sister is very stingy. She usually has to calculate every dish she wants. Oh, women are all like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bagpipe poked its head out from the stairs and roared angrily.

"It's not because of this. Stop talking bad about me behind my back!"

Ying Wuyun has never experienced poverty since she was a child, and for a while she couldn't tell whether the brother and sister were joking or if it was true.

"Well, how about I pay some money, so that I can feel more at ease while staying overnight."

Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand.

"Yeah, I think it works."

Seeing Xia Feng's palm stretched out in front of him, it was Ying Wuyun's turn to be stunned this time. This was too blunt.

"Then how much money should I give? I don't have much money left, so how about 1 gold?"

Xia Feng retracted his hand with a smile.

"Hey, I'm teasing you. It's not easy for you to go out. Helping others is equivalent to helping yourself. How could I ask for your money? Don't worry too much. Just live in peace."

"Oh, thank you very much."

It was completely dark outside at this time, but it was still too early for bed.

Xia Feng took out a jar from under the table. It was the soju that Senior Yingwu sent to him after the completion of his new home last time. There was only half of the jar left.

"Ayun, do you want to have a drink?"

Seeing the wine, Sakura Wuyun smiled.

"OK."

"Come on, come on."

The long journey from Dongzhou to Xichuan was naturally very arduous, but in the end, he finally found his "ancestor", but was rejected again. Ying Wuyun must be feeling bitter now.

Recalling the sadness along the way, the boy drank three glasses of wine in a muffled voice.

"Hey, Ayun, don't drink so fast."

Ying Wuyun sighed.

"You don't know, I, it's too difficult for me."

Xia Feng picked up the wine glass and took a sip, transforming into the host of an emotional show.

"If there is anything difficult, tell me and it will make me happy. Oh no, tell me and let me share the burden for you."

Some things can only be said to people you know well, because they understand your suffering, but correspondingly, some things can only be said to outsiders, because you just want to vent and complain.

At this time, Ying Wuyun was obviously the latter. This was not Dongzhou. In a foreign land far away from family rule, he complained about his sufferings through drunkenness.

Of course, to be precise, it is not all his suffering, but the suffering of the Sakurawu family.

Ying Wuyun sighed as the wine glass was refilled.

"Fuutarou, you don't know something. Our Sakurawu family has ruled Dongzhou for decades and has always been evenly matched with the Nishinomiya family. Although there are occasional small frictions at the junction, we have always adhered to the principle of mutual non-aggression and we are still in peace. "

Xia Feng sipped his wine glass.

"Isn't that great?"

"It was good at first, but just half a year ago, the new head of the Nishimiya family suddenly gained confidence out of nowhere and began to put constant pressure on me, Dongzhou. The originally peaceful life suddenly became tense."

Xia Feng is like a qualified actor.

"This is something serious."

"Yes, the head of the family responded immediately, but fortunately, our Yingwu family has welcomed a big man who has always cooperated before. He is the military chief from Victoria. It is said that he once controlled the four major military regions and had powerful soldiers. One million, he is the best general in the world."

"Ha, you're just bragging."

"It may be bragging, but the military chief is true. This man's name is Frey. He has a very unique view on war. He claims that as long as the difference in strength does not exceed 1 time, there is no battle that he cannot win."

"What happened next?"

"Later, it was completely ruined by a guy named Zhang San. Hey, actually it was all my fault."

At this point, Xia Feng no longer needs to listen too carefully to the following story, because he even knows the process better than Ying Wuyun. Ying Wuyun is the storyteller, but he is actually the protagonist of the story.

However, Xia Feng was not simply listening to Ying Wuyun's complaints.

There is nothing to say about these things he knows. Now he wants to know some things he didn't know after leaving Dongzhou.

For example, how will the Sakurawu family respond next?

The two clinked their glasses together and drank the wine.

With a wipe of his mouth, Xia Feng pretended to be curious and asked.

"Ayun, so you came to Senior Yingwu this time just to ask him to come out again and use his prestige to suppress the morale of the Nishimiya family?"

Ying Wuyun nodded frankly.

"That's right, my great-grandfather was famous all over the world when he was young. Not only in the Dongzhou area, but also in the entire Eastern Kingdom, everyone knew about it. The same goes for the generals of the Nishinomiya family. Some of them were even apprentices taught by my great-grandfather. As long as my great-grandfather is willing to go out and do his best. Cooperation will definitely resolve this crisis."

"So you came?"

"That's right, it's a pity. Alas."

In fact, Yingwuyun himself knew it in his heart. From Yingwu Juyaro's attitude just now, it can be seen that this once the best swordsman in the East Kingdom has died as a warrior.

As long as the heart is dead, it will never be possible to pick up the knife again.

Yingwu Yun was very disappointed, but what Xia Feng really cared about was not the problem of Yingwu Jyuyerou being able to leave the mountain. What he cared about was another strange name he heard during the eavesdropping just now.

"Ayun, can I ask a question?"

"Just ask."

"Huh, I'm just curious. When you were just kicked out by Senior Yingwu, I heard you mention a name called A Lan. Who is this person?"

Ying Wuyun did not hesitate, as if he could not find anyone anyway, no matter whether he said it or not.

"His name is Sakura Wulan, and he is my uncle."

"Ying Wulan? Are you very powerful?"

"Ah."

Ying Wuyun's "ha" at this moment was exactly the same as when Xia Feng asked Master Xiao if he could win the swordsmanship competition.

Different times, Master Xiao just smiled and said nothing, but at this time, Ying Wuyun gave an accurate answer.

"My uncle Ying Wulan, if he was willing, there would be no Xichuan Dongzhou Shenyewan in Dongguo now. If he had set his sights on Dongguo instead of some misty world number one, I am afraid that the entire Dongguo would have long been My surname is Yingwu."

Faced with this answer, Xia Feng was dumbfounded.

"Damn, are you so awesome?"

Yingwu Yun did not brag in any way, and even felt that his description was somewhat inferior to Ying Wulan's true strength.

"It seems that you are really not a martial artist, Fuutarou. My uncle is probably the strongest swordsman in the history of the Eastern Kingdom. His talent is far superior to that of my great grandfather. Since twenty years ago, he has been challenged by everyone." Former warriors call him the God of Swords."