[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

Yun Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly when he woke up.The gray sky is filled with sporadic light, and the cool air seems to be able to take away all the tiredness and fatigue.

But it's just as if.Yun Yuan moved a bit, just got up and fell back.What appeared on his body was not just tearing pain, but also endless numbness. There was obviously no wound on the surface, but all the muscles were beyond his control.To describe it in one sentence, it is terrible!

Seeing this, Qi Guang closed his eyes, turned around and withdrew from the woods, and after a while pretended to have just flown in from outside.

At this moment, Yun Yuan had stood up, and there was no trace of bitterness on his face anymore.

"What a coincidence, how about a favor?" He looked at Qi Guang with a smile, the stack of papers suddenly appeared on the table, and some were even scattered on the ground, the young man didn't care much.

Qi Guang stepped forward silently, and made the paper old to different degrees according to Yun Yuan's request, but what appeared in his mind was the image of the other party protecting the article under the thunder.Obviously caring so much, but pretending to be free and easy, this little guy is really contradictory to the bone.

Yun Yuan looked at Qi Guang quietly, and was just about to point to a certain place to say something, when he suddenly realized that when he took out the article, he accidentally brought out the piece of paper on which the poem was written, and he stretched out his hand and pulled it out regardless of the pain. return.

Qi Guang was startled by his exaggerated movements, and the moment he turned his head, he only caught a glimpse of a few words: "The world is a big dream, how often does life prosper? Take the wine..."

Peach Blossom Immortal stabilized her body and stood very carefully, trying her best to avoid collision with Yun Yuan's body.That kind of action, the other party did not know what kind of pain he was enduring. Is that piece of paper so important?

The young man didn't say a word, and at the moment when Peach Blossom Fairy lowered his head and fiddled with the paper, he glanced over with his deep eyes, and everything under the Peach Blossom Eyes was complicated.Qi Guang avoided touching him, how could Yun Yuan not notice it.Maybe the Peach Blossom Fairy didn't leave that day?No matter how subtle the other party is, if they can't help but care about it, they will be chaotic.

Yun Yuan put the article into the blue jade box, without the embarrassment of being bumped into a mess, and without showing the slightest anger, he went to Ajie's residence as if nothing had happened, while Qi Guang went to the battlefield first .

Yun Yi is a half-holy disciple, and his residence is extraordinarily quiet.Before Yun Yuan approached the residence, he first felt the sound of the piano winding like spring water. At first it sounded cold and clear, but slowly sinking into it, there was an ambiguous feeling of March spring breeze blowing on his face.

Sure enough, behind the woman stood the stone fairy Qinglang who was like a patron saint.The perennially stubborn stone had a gentle face, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, obviously immersed in the sound of the piano.

"Yuan'er?" Yun Yi stopped playing the piano, turned his head to look at the man beside him, and Qing Lang left immediately with interest.That was really obedient and well-behaved that the other party had never had before.

"Sister, I'll come and see you, and I'll leave later."

"By the way." Yun Yuan pretended not to see his sister's embarrassment and shyness, as if he suddenly remembered something, and handed the jade box in the kit to Yun Yi.

"May I leave this to you?" He hadn't recovered yet, and it was extremely difficult to do any movements. He could only try to make the hand holding the box look stable.

"That's good, but what's in it?" Although Yun Yi was a little puzzled, he took it carefully.

"Well, they are all articles that I write when I am bored." The young man explained with a smile, and there was nothing wrong with his words.

"Yuan'er, I heard that you are going to take part in this national examination. Aren't you tired?" Yun Yi looked at his younger brother who was becoming more and more outstanding. His handsome appearance was still hanging high on the stone pillar outside.He became famous too early and too fast, Yun Yi was a little worried.

"My sister doesn't want you to be famous. My sister just wants to ask, are you happy?"

It's a very simple question, but no one has ever asked Yun Yuan.Everyone in the world knows that there is a son named Yunyuan in Daliang, whose poems are peerless, and his theories are astonishing, and people are like the sun, moon and stars, shining brightly and not entering the mortal world.Such talent, such appearance, how can you be unhappy?

"I'm probably happy." Yun Yuan stared at Sister A for a while, and finally replied.Forget it, I don't know when we will meet next time, so it's good to say something nice to make her feel at ease.

Yun Yuan is not just talking nonsense, when he came to this world, he was trying to make up for a thousand-year-old theory in the past two years, and now he is playing tricks again.Fortunately, there will always be friends by his side, at least he will not be lonely when the moon is setting and the stars are sinking. Thinking about it this way, he is quite happy.

"That's good. Just do whatever you want, sister will wait for you in the academy." Yun Yi smoothed his brother's wrinkled clothes, and whispered.

"...I will." Yun Yuan walked out of the room steadily, without looking back after all.Shixian Qinglang and her semi-holy master will protect her, right?And those articles, I hope she will never take them out one day.

When Yun Yuan landed in the agreed attic, the sixth son arrived early.Yun Yuan leaned his whole body weight on the railing, acting as presumptuous and unrestrained as usual.

Standing beside him, Lu Weilou spoke in a low voice about the division of labor on the battlefield. Yun Yuan didn't object when he heard that he was classified as a counselor, and nodded obediently.

No matter where he's assigned, he'll still push things there.

"Okay, let's go." Mo Tiangong lazily stood up from his chair, and walked away slowly on the cloud, followed by everyone.

And just as Yun Yuan was circulating the fire of life, Lu Weilou suddenly turned around.

"Are you injured?" The other party's low voice reminded Yun Yuan of the casually flicking strings. He felt that he didn't show any flaws, even his own sister didn't see it. Where did Lu Weilou draw his conclusion?

Perhaps the young man frowned too deeply, Lu Weilou looked away and answered his doubts: "Your back is bent." Yun Yuan, who was so proud that he could never stand alone, always straightened his back, like an unbreakable sword.Such a person suddenly leaned against the railing without moving, and didn't even take the tea that Sun Jishi handed over, no wonder Lu Weilou dared to guess like that.

Yun Yuan's always sharp tongue couldn't utter a word, he could only sigh secretly, the other party was too sensitive.It's not that he doesn't want to straighten his body, it's just that the thunder has paralyzed his body, the more he stands upright, the more twisted and throbbing his internal organs are.

"It's all right. When we get to the battlefield, it will definitely be back to normal." Yun Yuan didn't want to say much, and his actions proved that he was indeed not weak enough to be cared and greeted by others.

Lu Weilou followed him, staring at the slender figure in front of him with falcon-like eyes, and slowly softened his expression.He knows better than anyone else what kind of power is contained in that seemingly thin body, not only the ambush and murderous intent when using the sword, but also the courage to face thousands of troops.

For three days, I don't know what the other party has done in three days, judging from the clouds at Yun Yuan's feet, he has already stepped into the rank of Hanlin.I heard that the Thunder Wood on the west side has been thundering violently for the past few days, and it is so frenzied that even members of the Mohist family cannot get close to it. Could it be related to him?

Lu Weilou thought about it, and couldn't help shaking his head.He seldom cares so much about a person, because the other person's things are always too outrageous, and it is difficult for him to control his gaze.

Yun Yuan had heard many legends about the central battlefield.For example, there are dark clouds covering the sun, and bones are bony;When I really set foot on that land, I found that it was far less exaggerated than the rumors, but in a sense it was heavier than the rumors.

Here, the sky is full of dark clouds, but every sunrise, there will be the most brilliant light breaking through the clouds, and countless light spots will rise frivolously, dyeing this windy and sandy land with the deepest romance.It is the most pious heroic soul of the generals and soldiers, and it is the clearest belief in the world.

And looking around, there is no corpse.That purple-black land was soaked in blood from generation to generation, giving birth to countless exotic flowers and plants.If there is a dead person sleeping here, it will be absorbed by the different plants in a short time, leaving nothing behind.The more beautiful and priceless a plant is, the more dangerous and sinful it is.

Even if there are six great Confucian scholars and one Hanlin, they can't make any waves in this dead place where personnel changes frequently.

Lu Weilou began to set up camp skillfully, they came suddenly, no one here would be free enough to prepare tents in advance to welcome them.

However, Yun Yuan was attracted by the human flag standing high up, as if it was about to plunge into the sky. The black flagpole was integrated with the ground, as if the hope contained in it for thousands of years broke out of the ground and never fell.Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a relaxed man standing under the banner, and walked over without hesitation.

"Great Confucianism, Tianhe." That's right, Tianhe, who crazily risked his life that day and only asked for an answer, came to the central battlefield.

"Here there is no harmony of the Yin-Yang family, only harmony of sinners." The man no longer had the paranoid gloom of the past, but his weak body gradually became stronger, and the elegance of the literati faded away.

Yun Yuan looked at the bloodshot eyes of the other party, and didn't want to get too entangled, so he asked bluntly: "You have been here for nearly half a year, have you ever heard of a person? That person's name is... Wu Qing."

Tianhe didn't mean to reply, as if he was stubbornly looking at the flag with the word "human" with his eyes that hadn't closed for a long time, and put his hand on his heart as if confirming that he was still alive, or expressing some other emotions.

"Tianhe, you owe me your life." Yun Yuan is a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity. Now that he has identified a direction, he will do whatever it takes to achieve it.

Tianhe really owed Yunyuan his life, if he hadn't interrupted the other party's self-destructive sacrifice, Tianhe would have been a corpse long ago.

Hearing this, Tianhe finally rolled his eyes, and the hoarse voice lingered in Yunyuan's ears: "Wu Qing, the person who created 'Blood Night' thousands of years ago, was punished to the central battlefield. He became a semi-saint, returned to the camp before he was seriously injured and died, and died here."

"As for the place where the body died, ten miles to the east, there are drunken flower trees." Tianhe left here after speaking, presumably because Yun Yuan disturbed his mood.

Yun Yuan has heard of the drunken flower tree, its fruit is used to sober up.After death, the body of a general who was wronged by drinking water was integrated with such a tree?Ever since Yun Yuan heard about this on the battlefield, a thought lingered in his mind.He went back to the state of Qin and looked through the classics, but he could only find a few words.

The person who made the demon lord Xuande mad and insane, would it really be so easy to make mistakes?