[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

"In the third thousand and 230 years of the holy calendar, in the summer, the demon clan and the ghost clan fought in the central battlefield. The ghost-faced man appeared for the first time, and defeated the ghost clan with wild schemes."

"Three days later, the habitat of the immortals was broken by the army of the demons. It is said that the leader is a black-clothed ghost..."

"In the winter of the same year, the immortal Lord Qi Guang led the immortals to destroy the stronghold of the ghost clan. The ghost monarch died, and his resentment covered the sky for seven days. Since then, the demon and immortal clans have fought in melee. The scouts saw with their own eyes that ghost-faced people haunted the ghost clan. place."

"In the spring of the following year, the ghost-faced man led his troops to appear on the battlefield in the northern part of the human race. The situation was overwhelming, and our army retreated..."

Lu Weilou flipped through a copy of the military information, and there were deep lines between his brows because of the long-term frowning.He held an exquisite and strange mask in his rough palm, half of the mask was white and half black, with clear boundaries, and the center of the mask was a fiery red pattern that seemed to be poured with blood.This is an imitation made by the Mohists according to the description of the scouts, and it is said to be the same as the one worn by the ghost-faced man.

Counting the military situation, it is not difficult to find that this mysterious figure stands behind every battle.Since the appearance of the ghost-faced man, the situation of the various ethnic groups has become chaotic, and it looks like a storm is about to come.Now that the Ghost Clan and the Ghost Lord are dead, the little ghosts that remain are just holding their breath and fighting the Immortal Clan to death, completely useless.The Demon Race was busy fighting with the Immortal Race, and had already withdrawn from the battlefield, so they basically had no time to pay attention to the Human Race.

The monster race and the human race fought a few times sporadically, but both sides felt that the situation was too delicate, so the fight was not too intense, more like a tentative confrontation.In just one year, all the demons and immortals were seriously injured.If it wasn't for the ghost-faced man who brought the demons to attack the human race this year, Lu Weilou even thought that the opponent was a spy sent by the human race to consume other races.

And even if the opponent came to attack the human race, Lu Weilou still had a subtle feeling in his heart that he couldn't explain clearly.Others don't know, but Lu Weilou, who has stayed in various battlefields, knows best that the northern battlefield is already rotten.The general scolded and scolded the soldiers at every turn, the soldiers listened to the military orders, and secretly drank and drank. They were no longer capable of winning battles.

Lu Weilou thought of the ridiculous idea that the opponent deliberately picked up the cancer of the human race to fight.

He had also vaguely guessed that maybe that ghost-faced man was Yun Yuan who had been missing for more than a year.

Although Yun Yuan has been possessed by demons, his name has not been erased from the white jade biscuit, and now he is barely on the No. 90 seventh place in the national examination list.It is only half a year before the end of the national examination, if he has not returned after half a year... the human race may really want to erase all traces of his existence.

"Brother Lu, are you still watching this?" Mo Tiangong came in from outside the door. The other three races were making such a fuss, but the human race and the monster race were free.Many Confucian scholars came back from taking over the battlefield to rest for a while.

"Today is Kuixing Festival, let's go out for a walk together?" The five sons were guests at Lu Weilou's mansion, and they persuaded Bansheng to enter the central battlefield a few days later.

"Aren't you posting books with Kong Wen and the others?" Lu Weilou put away the paper in his hand and stood up slowly.

Kuixing Festival is Qixi Festival.Literati are used to putting out their collection of books to dry on this day, first to show that they have read poetry and books, and second, to follow the custom.

"Showing books?" Mo Tiangong's face was full of absurdity, and his words were surprised, "Do you know what time it is? Look outside, what is that? The moon!"

"Don't go?" Lu Weilou glanced at the bright moonlight on the window sill, walked straight to the door, and answered Mo Tiangong as a matter of course, without any embarrassment on his face.It is not surprising that he forgot the time for a while when analyzing the military situation.

"Let's go, let's go." Mo Tiangong was too lazy to argue with such a boring person, and invited Shang Yegucheng and others to the bustling street.If Lu Weilou hadn't become too many this year, they wouldn't have come to see him worriedly.

Lu Weilou, who had never beheaded soldiers before, and was the most relegated to exile them, began to kill decisively on the battlefield, showing no mercy internally and externally.Forcibly made great military achievements in three months, climbed to the first place in the national examination list, and is still at the top of the list today.

At that time, Ye Gucheng asked him why he changed to this point, and Lu Weilou seemed to reply something, but Mo Tiangong couldn't remember clearly.But he deeply remembered the other party's self-deprecating and sarcastic eyes. It was the first time Mo Tiangong saw such bitter feelings from the indomitable Lu Weilou.

Dim yellow lights lit up the capital of Chu State, bustling crowds filled the streets, the moonlight and lights reflected each other, and the faces reflected were full of happy and joyful smiles.This peaceful scene is warm and intoxicating just by looking at it.

"It's really lively." Mo Tiangong relaxed and shook his fan, casually played with the mask on the booth next to him, and directly took a simple and honest pig-shaped mask and put it on his face.

"Small stuff, it's cheap and good value! If you buy too much, I'll give you another one." The stall owner shouted happily, recommending all kinds of hanging masks.And Mo Tiangong, who stopped, didn't know whether he really thought the mask was interesting, or because of other reasons, anyway, he decisively stuffed one for each of the other four sons.

Lu Weilou took the overly fancy mask from the other party with a sullen face, put it back at the booth without thinking, and changed it into a pure white smiling face calmly.

Today is a rare festival, the streets are full of people.It was just the effort of putting on the mask, and the six of them were already scattered.Through the mask, Lu Weilou saw Sun Jishi walking straight into a restaurant, and didn't bother to call him to stop, so he just started to stroll casually.

It's not that Lu Weilou doesn't know his friends' worries about him, but as a general of the human race, he always has to take that step.Perhaps it is true as that person said, since ancient times, kindness has not been in charge of soldiers, and soldiers in charge should not be too kind.

"Begging for skillful hands, begging for skillful appearance; begging for understanding, begging for beauty;

Beg my parents for thousands of years; beg my sisters for thousands of years..."

The brisk voice of children singing ballads penetrated the dense crowd, unknowingly soothing Lu Weilou's tired expression.Such a distant and peaceful atmosphere can easily touch the softest part of his heart.Under the mask, Lu Weilou's almost expressionless face finally changed, the man was walking down the street almost smiling.

"Ah! It hurts so much..." The immature voice was a little fuzzy, softly exhaling the pain, and there was a crying tone in her tone.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't hurt you, did I? Children are used to rushing around..." The woman's voice of apology sounded not far away, and it sounded like her child had bumped into some tourist.

"This is for you." Just when Lu Weilou had enough rest and was about to leave, a man's low voice made him stiffen in place. The heart was stabbed so numb and painful.He couldn't help clenching his fists and stopped.

The young man wearing a black mask stroked the corner of his clothes, ignored the apologetic woman, and handed the freshly bought Qiaoguo to the crying child indifferently.It is said that he is broad-minded, but he does not talk to women; it is said that he will take revenge, but his demeanor is gentle.That person always seems to be so contradictory.

The youth's black clothes were wide open, and his fair chest exuded a clean and transparent luster under the moonlight.The tone of voice overflowing from under the mask was so familiar that it seemed as if I had only heard it yesterday.

Lu Weilou will never forget that day in the central battlefield, the young man whispered in his ear, he even felt that he could smell the bloody smell that came with the memory.

Yun Yuan... Even if the other party raised his figure, even if the other party covered his face, even if the other party lowered his voice, Lu Weilou recognized him at a glance.How could I not recognize him!

How much courage does he have to come to the capital of the human race alone and wander the streets recklessly?

Lu Weilou closed his eyes, as if he had made some decision, he took a step to follow the thin and lonely figure of the young man.

Yun Yuan was walking towards the Moon-Watching Lake, and the current Moon-Watching Lake was already crowded with crowds.Lu Weilou has been in Chu State for many years, so he naturally knows that at this time of year every year there are wealthy businessmen who organize "fighting skill" games here.He didn't think that Yun Yuan came here to enjoy the happiness of Qiqiao Festival.

And there is a restaurant in the middle of the lake, where many literati and poets enjoy the moon, drink and dance.Lu Weilou also didn't think that the other party had the pleasure to come here to recite poems and write Fu.

The world-famous Bone Lord will never be able to understand the minds of the young people in front of him.

"Looking for me?" Lu Weilou stopped walking towards the lake, and the person he was following stopped beside him at some point.

"The festival of the human race is really interesting." The young man's voice was a little casual as always, and he completely left himself out of the human race with a simple sentence.

"You're human too." Lu Weilou was unmoved, his words were resolute and profound.

"I used to be a human being." Yun Yuan said with a smile, but only he could understand the expression under the black mask.

"I thought you would call the sage right away. It seems that Lu Weilou, who is so upright and righteous that he is respected as a 'Renjun' by the literati, is nothing more than that." The young man's voice was ridiculed and ridiculed, rather than provoking anger Lu Weilou, it might be better to say he was chatting with his friends.

Back then, the six sons stood in front of Bai Yubi, desperately preventing the saint from erasing his name, after all, Yun Yuan used some means to witness that scene with his own eyes.There used to be friends like this, what more could a husband ask for?

"Today there are only two travelers wearing black and white masks. There is no Lu Danlou here..."

"There is no Yunyuan either." The man who couldn't lie spit out the outrageous words word by word, but he couldn't hear clearly under the cheers of the crowd by the lake.

After all, Yun Yuan heard it, but he would rather not hear it.