Live dismantling routines

Green mountains, clear water, and secluded bamboo forests.

Three miles outside Qingtong Town, the cold wind blew through the yellowed bamboo leaves, turning around on the calm lake, casting a withered dead leaf, causing tiny ripples.A lone boat slowly drifted past it, and the waves brought by the penny made it spin on the lake.

A slender white hand stretched out from the side of the boat, and picked up the dead leaves from the lake.The drops of water slid down the leaves to the man's arms, and then sank into his loose navy blue robe, leaving a cold and damp touch.But the man didn't care, he just leaned against the canopy with his head propped up, his upturned dark eyes looked at the man in white who was punting not far away with a smile: "Zhanbiqiao, the green bamboo is like a bamboo. Bandits and gentlemen are like gold and tin, and jade and jade. I will give it to you with a song, and you will be favored by Master Wanwang."

The man in white looked over quietly, without saying a word, he saw the young man sitting on the side of the canopy spinning the bamboo leaves in his hand, the curled up yellow leaves seemed to have life again as if time had flown back, stretched out little by little, faded and turned back Greenery in summer.

He held the bamboo leaf to his lips, and slowly blew out a melodious tune.

When the song was over, the young man loosened his hands, let the green leaves fall back to the lake, and asked with a smile, "Does it sound good?"

The stern eyebrows and eyes of the man in white softened a little, and he said, "It sounds good."

The young man looked at him for a moment, then smiled again, and lazily said: "Half a month is up, Mr. Ji."

Ji Wenyuan responded and docked the boat on the shore.Han Yanghao jumped ashore, looked back at him, and seemed to be waiting for him to say something, but Ji Wenyuan just silently opened the space passage leading to Medicine Valley, and walked towards it.Han Yanghao stared at his back without saying a word, and at the moment when his figure was about to disappear, he suddenly said, "Why are you in a bad mood?"

Ji Wenyuan's footsteps stopped suddenly.

The smile on Han Yanghao's face also completely disappeared, his expression was calm, and his usual casual expression was completely restrained at some point.

The two fell into a long silence for a while, only the continuous sound of the wind passing through the bamboo forest.

When Ji Wenyuan just came back from Taoist Tianji, he hadn't noticed any abnormalities. After all, Ji Wenyuan had always been reserved, so he just thought that Ji Wenyuan was a little angry because he just knew the truth.But when Ji Wenyuan directly abandoned the teaching task and took him out to play, Han Yanghao realized that there must be something else going on.

Just because the awakened brats don't live up to expectations, it is impossible for Ji Wenyuan to directly choose to let him fend for himself. Han Yanghao understands him. Mr. Ji's sense of responsibility and persistence are one of the characteristics that attract him the most. There is no such thing as halfway.

Originally, in his calculations, Ji Wenyuan might be angry, use stricter discipline to force these cubs to move forward, and speed up the teaching to shorten the time with them... But there will never be such a half-abandoned situation like today manner.

So something must have affected him and made him make a choice that was completely different from his normal state.

And there are so few that can affect his existence.

"Is it the Norman Empire?"

Ji Wenyuan stood still, and he let out a breath after a long time.His voice still sounded calm, but a little hoarse: "Yes."

"what happened?"

"The Norman Empire... is dead."

Ji Wenyuan turned his head slowly, and looked at Han Yanghao.Han Yanghao's eyes are dark and deep, and the slightly raised eye ends make him look inborn with a charming charm, even if his face is expressionless, it's hard to make people feel serious.He is a person who has turned pretense into instinct, and has gradually learned to be frank during the 7000 years of getting along, but Ji Wenyuan still can't see what he is thinking at this time.

It doesn't seem like you want to be comforted, it doesn't seem like you don't care, and you don't see any sympathetic sadness.

After a few seconds of silence, he heard Han Yanghao say: "Then go back and have a look."

Ji Wenyuan suddenly felt a little dazed.

He once believed in the Norman Empire and vowed to protect it with his life.Of course he did it—for 600 years, he personally strangled countless rebel parties, ordered troops to go to the battlefield, and carried out more than a dozen high-level political reforms.He was born to protect the Norman Empire, and shouldered the fate of hundreds of millions of people according to everyone's expectations of him, without any regrets or complaints.

This life is brilliant enough, and I have never tasted the pain of falling from the altar.

The Norman Empire was his belief, his responsibility, and the existence for which he devoted his whole life.Maybe when he was young, he would be passionate about protecting it, but it was a long time of 600 years. The long-term toil made him feel tired, and the burden that was difficult to release made him forget what is "freedom", glory and supremacy His power made him paralyzed...

But even so, he still loves his Norman Empire.

Later, he felt his own strength decline, and he found that all the old people had changed faces, and he heard the people around him use euphemistic words to persuade him not to go to the battlefield again.He didn't say anything, and still entrusted everything to the next generation according to their expectations.

In the last 80 years of his life, the Norman Empire was no longer his responsibility, and it was gradually stripped from his life.

But he couldn't be happy about this belated freedom.

But there was nothing he couldn't let go of—at least once, he thought he had let go.When the first life was over, he left that world without nostalgia, and personally cut off all nostalgia, but now that he heard of its demise, he found that he hadn't been able to completely strip it off.

It's no wonder, after all, his soul was forged in the Norman Empire, and he may never be able to completely forget that burning feeling.

But fortunately, his faith is no longer the Norman Empire.

Ji Wenyuan looked at Han Yanghao and showed a smile: "Actually, there is no need to go back."

The moment he heard the news from the mouth of Tianji Daoist, he felt suffocated, as if something was taken away instantly.But in just a few seconds, he broke free from that state. After all, he had left the Norman Empire for more than [-] years, and this time was long enough to weather the brand of the first generation and re-engraved a new pattern.

Han Yanghao squinted at him for a moment, then came to a conclusion: "I think you'd better go back and say goodbye, so as not to feel regretful in the future."

"……it is good."

……

"I tell the young master that there is no problem with the decoction."

Wen Haijie was a little surprised when he heard the words, and raised his eyebrows to look at the Taoist priest in white who was kneeling under the hall.Ying Shanzibai raised his bruised and dried-up blood-stained face, and said in a drawn-out tone, mockingly: "As expected of the demon leader of the Tianming Sect, En played revenge very well."

Xiao Nanyue quietly glanced before asserting that the Taoist priest had acted as a murderous secret guard—not the two who followed them before, but one who suddenly appeared from nowhere.The hidden guard's face was hidden behind the mask, and there was no change in expression, but he seemed very surprised by this situation.Xiao Nanyue twitched her lips secretly, and smoothed things over: "I'm afraid this is a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry, Daoist Yingshan, you..."

Ying Shanzi sneered and interrupted her self-defense.

Everyone stalemate for a while, and finally had to release Ying Shan Zibai after apologizing.

The Taoist priest in white walked back to the quiet room with a sullen face, slammed the door hard, and then quietly observed whether there was anyone watching around.After counting for 10 minutes, he finally relaxed. He quietly took out a small paper bag from the hidden compartment at the bottom of the bed, his eyes changing several times.

Tian Mingjiao and his team have already taken precautions, and the success rate of poisoning is probably less than [-]%.

He pursed his lips and thought for a moment, finally made a decision, and with a wave of his hand, he put the paper bag into the heating stove and burned it.

On the other side, Wen Haijie and his party were in the room.

"Now that we have offended him to death, I'm afraid it will be impossible for him to heal again." Wen Haijie said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing the words, the shadow guard immediately knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Young master, it's my subordinate who made a mistake in judgment. Please punish me, young master!"

Wen Haijie waved his hand to get him up.Xiao Nanyue frowned and said worriedly: "But... Young Master, your injuries are not healed yet..."

"It's better to catch him and force him to ask for the antidote formula." The subordinate suggested.

"No." Wen Haijie denied.

It is difficult to guarantee the correctness of the prescription obtained by pressing.After all, no one except the lineage of medical sages can detoxify the poison he was suffering from, even if Ying Shan Zibai left behind in the prescription, they would not be able to detect it.

Now his right hand has recovered most of the sensations, but the circulation of his inner breath is slightly blocked, and there is also a faint feeling of stiffness.It is said that it has not recovered, but it does not necessarily mean that it is serious.

Xiao Nanyue struggled for a moment, and felt that she had a blue star, so she should be able to "influence" the Taoist priest in white, so she carefully suggested: "Then let's appease him slowly, Taoist Master Yingshan will forgive us if we spend more time."

"We don't have much time to waste here."

"Then take him out of Medicine Valley."

……

Ying Shanzibai watched as the paper bags in the furnace burned to ashes, emitting white soot.Suddenly, a man exactly like him appeared behind him. He raised his hand and tilted the skypeeping mirror floating on the side to face the live broadcast on the wall.

The suddenly bewildered awakeners:? ? ?

Ji Wenyuan glanced at the Taoist priest in white who was sitting in front of the stove as if he hadn't noticed anything, copied his injury to himself, and then raised his hand to take back the puppet that followed the instructions.It wasn't until this time that Skypeeping Mirror slowly turned back, and Ji Wenyuan saw the question marks all over the screen at a glance, so he said in a low voice: "The death node has passed this time, do you have any thoughts?"

After three seconds of silence.

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! 】

Ji Wenyuan: "..."

Hehe, these little bastards are really hopeless.