The correct strategy for the master of the world

When Wen Renxi woke up, the room was dark.

Probably because of dusk.Thinking of this, he moved his arms, only to feel sore and limp all over his body, presumably because he had been lying down for too long.

But he didn't know how long he had been lying there.

He knew very well that he was not rescued by some kind-hearted person. On the contrary, he was kidnapped by someone in all likelihood.

Fortunately, those people were kind to him as a hostage. Instead of tying him up and tossing him, they gave him good living conditions.

He was placed on a bed, and his dantian was throbbing slightly, probably because he had been poisoned with Hua Gong San or something.

The room was carefully and comfortably furnished, and he could see the intricate carvings on the top of the bed as soon as he opened his eyes.

The bed curtain hung down. Although he was not familiar with the fabric, he also knew that such a material must be expensive.

The bedding and the covering on the body are all of the best quality. Among other things, the price of this quilt alone is estimated to allow a middle-level family to live on good food and drink for several years.

Sitting in front of the bed was a man in white.

Wen Renxi smiled: "I was still wondering where to find you, but here you are."

That person was Ximen Chuuxue.

Presumably the kidnappers were afraid that he would be too lonely, so they helped him find a companion.

Ximen Chuuxue said indifferently: "How do you know I'm here?"

"Of course I know you didn't come here." Wen Renxi said, "You were sent here."

Ximen Chuixue said: "What about the one who came, and what about the one who was here?"

"Not really." Wen Renxi sat up and moved his body, "I want to know why you are here?"

"Someone asked me to be a lobbyist, a lobbyist who invites you to plan big events together." Ximen Chuixue said, "My words have been brought, you can do whatever you want."

"You don't seem to want to?"

"Whatever I want, whatever I don't want, I'm sitting here."

"So what if I agree, and what if I don't?"

"Not really." Ximen Chuuxue said.

"Really?" Wen Renxi said, getting up and getting out of bed, "Tell them, I agree."

"Don't ask what's the big deal?" Ximen Chuuxue asked.

"Aside from the world, what else is a big deal?"

"Don't ask who it is?"

"If you can take your saber away, why bother to ask again." His fingertips lightly stroked a few strokes on Ximen Chuuxue's palm.

Ximen Fuxue shook his hands and said, "You know?"

"I also know why you agreed." Wen Renxi laughed.

"Aren't you afraid of defeat?"

"What about winning, what about losing?"

"It's just a dead ear." Ximen Chuuxue replied.

"People are mortal, so why not be more vigorous."

"Sir, you really understand righteousness." The door was pushed open by Zhi Ya, and the person who walked in had a gentle and amiable face, and it was the Prince Nan.

Wen Renxi took a look at him, the dead air between his eyebrows was heavier than before, and he probably won't live until the end of next month.

So he didn't care about the fact that Prince Nan was hiding outside and eavesdropping on his conversation with Ximen Chuuxue.

Behind Prince Nan were two people who were wrapped in black robes from head to toe.

One is tall and thin, like a piece of black cloth picked out from a hemp stick, while the other is of average shape, but the exposed skin is covered with tattooed patterns.

Wen Renxi glanced at Prince Nan with a cold expression, and said, "What do you want me to do?"

Nan Wang Shizi said: "Sir, don't worry, you will know when the time is right."

Ximen Chuixue snorted coldly.

Nan Wang's son was not annoyed either, and said with a smile: "Don't be annoyed, too, the owner of Ximen, he will return the sword to the owner when things are done."

Obviously, he used Ximen Chuuxue's sword to coerce Ximen Chuuxue to help him.

For a swordsman, nothing is more important than his sword.

"The prince dared to come here with only two guards, so brave." Wen Renxi said, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

If he was really brave, why would Prince Nan always stand near the door and dare not come any closer.

"Sir, it's absurd." Nanwang Shizi smiled, "This house is specially prepared for you, and the servants outside the door can also be dispatched at will. I have something to do, so I will leave first."

Wen Renxi twitched the corners of his mouth and asked, "If I don't agree, what should you do?"

Nan Wang Shizi said: "Naturally, day and night, I am soft and hard, so I promise to be a high-ranking official and a generous salary in order to get my husband's favor."

"It seems that I have lost money." Wen Renxi said.

"I will certainly not let my husband suffer." Prince Nan took the box held by the man in black behind him, "It's just a small gift, let's talk about respect."

As he spoke, he opened the box and presented it to Wen Renxi.

The box is covered with a brocade lining, and is divided into upper and lower layers by the hollowed-out wooden grid. The lower layer contains a lot of ice, and when the box is opened, a large amount of white mist floats out.

The upper layer is a flower, the color of the flower is pure white, showing a translucent luster under the light, with twelve petals, gathered around the light red stamen in the center of the flower, which looks like glass.

The stems and leaves are all the green of the finest emeralds, and even the roots are as delicate as if they were carved with care.

And with the opening of the box, a refreshing cold fragrance wafted in the whole room.

"It's cold to the bone." Wen Renxi sniffed the smell in the air, and said, "Young Master Lao."

"It's a trivial matter, nothing to worry about." Nan Wang Shizi said, "If you don't give up, you can also call a certain Yuanhui."

"The son can leave first if he has something to do, and we will not see you off." Ximen Chuuxue suddenly intervened.

He unconsciously looked at Wen Renxi, with a slight look of worry in his eyes.

"Master, please forgive me." Nanwang Shizi said, "When I first saw you, I felt admiration for you. I couldn't help but talk too much. I forgot that there are still things to do in the mansion, so I took the first step. I just hope that you two don't blame a certain receptionist week."

After he finished speaking, he put down the box and walked out, the two men in black robes followed closely behind him.

As soon as Prince Nan left, Wen Renxi couldn't hold himself back and swayed twice, holding on to the table to barely stand still.

His eyes were fixed on the one full of tattoos among the two men in black robes following Nan Wang Shizi.

He tapped his fingertips lightly on his hand, as if he was trying to figure something out, but after only a few taps, blood spurted out, and he couldn't stop panting violently.

Seeing this, Ximen Chuuxue, who was standing by the side, hurried over, took his hand and began to sound his pulse, and at the same time raised his hand to touch several big acupuncture points on his body, and slowly smoothed out the breath stuck in his throat.

After his breathing calmed down, Wen Renxi asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you have any copper coins with you?"

Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a while, he was brought here during retreat, have you ever seen a retreat with money?

Wen Renxi also realized that his question was stupid, so he smiled helplessly, sat down with his hand on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

It was so cold on the table that he didn't even look at it.

"You are poisoned." Ximen Chuuxue said, "Poisons other than Hua Gong Powder."

"It's Gu." Wen Renxi replied.

"So you're here."

"Yes and no."

"Did the Gu come from Nan Wang's son?"

"No, but there must be some connection." Therefore, the Gu worms in his body became extremely active as soon as Prince Nan came out, swimming back and forth in the meridians, and he tried his best not to scream out immediately.

He could feel that the Gu worms were slowly drilling into his heart veins.

It's probably because I can't move my internal force now, and I can't suppress the Gu worm, so it has become extraordinarily blatant.

"Can this save you?" Ximen Chuuxue looked at the flowers in the box.

"It can't be saved, but it can make my death less painful." Wen Renxi closed the box.

Bitter cold, one of the rare medicinal materials that can relieve rouge burn, and it is also an excellent analgesic.

But now the rouge hot in his body is close to maturity, it belongs to the extremely hot toxin, and the twelve-petalled bone-chilling cold belongs to the extremely cold medicinal material.

When the extreme heat collided with the extreme cold, he would die due to the impact of the medicine before detoxification, so that he could avoid the pain of Gu insects eating his heart and breaking out of his body.

Prince Nan took out this, which was both a threat and a temptation.

Use Gu as a threat, use Gu as a temptation.

"Don't talk about me, you can still live for a while." Wen Renxi said, "How did you get here?"

Ximen Chuuxue said: "Didn't you say that I was sent here?"

Wen Renxi asked, "Then how did you get here?"

"No problem." Ximen Chuixue said, "I'm here when I wake up, why bother to ask how I got here."

"You are free and easy." Wen Renxi smiled.

"No better than you." Ximen Chuuxue also smiled.

"Where is this place?" Wen Renxi asked again.

"If I knew, why would I be here?" Ximen Chuuxue asked rhetorically.

"If you don't know where this is, why are you here?" Wen Renxi laughed.

A little bit of annoyance appeared on Ximen Chuuxue's face: "The overseas island is isolated from the ground."

"He is quite shrewd at this point." Wen Renxi said, "The sky is clear and the air is clear, and the wind is breezy. Would you like to swim with me?"

His tone finally revealed a little relaxed and casual.

"Good." Ximen Chuuxue replied.

When the door was opened, the outside air rushed in, diluting the strong fragrance of flowers in the room.

Sure enough, it is underground, what you see when you look up is not sunlight, but countless night pearls inlaid on the zenith, illuminating everything as if it were daytime.

But after all, it is not as bright as the outside world.

No wonder he saw darkness when he woke up, and thought it was because of dusk or early morning.

This underground space is huge, Wen Renxi's mansion is already quite big, and the two-entry mansion also has three maids and two servants.

But at a glance, Wen Renxi could see dozens of such or slightly smaller mansions scattered around.

A little farther away, there is a large area of ​​open space that is not a mansion.

There are also ups and downs here. Wen Renxi's house is located at a relatively high position, and he can see far away at a glance. He even saw a large underground lake on the edge.

Ximen Chuuxue pointed to a house next to Wen Renxi and said, "I live here."

"Then we live next to each other." Wen Renxi raised his eyebrows and said.

"En." Ximen Chuuxue nodded, and helped his waist unnaturally.

His waist is now empty.

"You don't use the sword anymore, why do you want to keep it?" Wen Renxi asked.

What he said about not using a sword didn't mean that Ximen Chuuxue had given up practicing swords, but that Ximen Chuuxue's realm had advanced a step further, and had already reached the point where everything could be a sword.

That being the case, the sword in Nanwang Shizi's hand is completely useless.

For a swordsman, nothing is better than a sword, but when everything can be a sword, the original sword is not so important.

"Where's your sword?" Ximen Chuuxue asked.

Wen Renxi recalled it for a while. To him, it was a memory from a long time ago, and it was really hard to recall it at the moment.

After a while, he said, "My sword was broken the day I found my way, and nothing was left for me."

Wen Renxi practiced swords when he was young, and all swords were forged from the ten-thousand-year-old ice on Kunlun.

On the day he found his way, it was snowing heavily, and one of his regular pleasures was to use his sword to split snowflakes in two with incomparable precision.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

The sword turned from fast to slow, and then gradually accelerated. Every time the sword was drawn, it cut off a snowflake, and then cut off a snowflake.

Until the end, the sword in his hand also turned into pieces of snowflakes, blowing away with the wind.

The wind and snow all over the sky made him unable to tell which was snowflakes and which was his sword.

The only thing left is the coldness between the fingers.

Of course, Ximen Chuuxue still has a long way to go from his realm at that time.

But he still couldn't understand the significance of that sword to Ximen Chuuxue.

He watched Ximen Chuuxue listen to his words, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again.

"My sword." Ximen Chuuxue said slowly, "It's a relic left by my father."

There seems to be something wrong...

The author has something to say: not happy before twelve o'clock

Yesterday, it should be said that it was the day before yesterday's manuscript box, Xiaoyi, was it cute [laughs]

He is a very cute little tsundere, he has always been the bottom of the manuscript box family, a bit pitiful

If there is a chance, I will introduce other members of the deposit box family to the little angels

But he's black-bellied and a ghost, he's really not as cute as Xiaoyi [sighs]

And the brain of the stupid author written in this chapter is about to be burned.

Dialogue is not usually difficult to write [crying]

I believe the dialogue logic in this chapter also makes many little angels think what the hell this is

But I can't feel it when I write it all down.

I will attach a detailed explanation of the dialogue in this chapter when the last copy is cleared

Little angels can also guess first [laughs]

Just a reminder, before Wenren Xi and Ximen Chuuxue went out, they basically tested each other with every sentence

Finally, I need to light some wax for Yu Luosha

The relics are booming, in a trance, He Houhua

#When I was young, I made my son a left-behind child for career and safety considerations. Now my son firmly believes that I am dead and refuses to recognize me or inherit my career. What should I do? Urgent, wait online! #

Poor Jade Rakshasa

Finally, it is customary to ask for collection. If you see it here, the little angel will collect it^_^

And confession time, little angels, I love you ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I still miss you my love

Good night little angels, see you tomorrow morning