After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

When Gu Nanxi came to find Wen Yu, Wen Yu was concentrating on painting.

She held a pen in her left hand, a pen in her right hand, and a writing brush in her mouth. She exerted force with both hands at the same time, like a dragon or a snake.

Gu Nanxi leaned forward and took a look, and found that the pictures drawn by the left and right hands were actually different!

The one on the left is a picture of a drunken beauty, and the one on the right is a picture of lovers meeting.

"Madam, why are you here?" Wen Yu saw Gu Nanxi's figure out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly put down the pen in his hand and mouth, his eyes showing excitement.

Gu Nanxi's eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled, her tone was kinder than ever before: "I'm here to ask for a favor."

Wen Yu hurriedly washed his hands in the copper basin, wiped them with a clean towel, and then helped Gu Nanxi sit down: "Madam, if you have anything to ask, just tell me. Why do you have to ask for help?"

Gu Nanxi was too lazy to say polite words, so she made her purpose clear: "My son Su Yunting, you are classmates, so you naturally know that he yearns for the way of the martial arts world, but how can his body support his dream? Today, I know why he has such an ambition."

"Why?"

Gu Nanxi sighed softly: "All this stems from a storybook he heard when he was young. I thought, he wants to venture into the martial arts world, but his body is really not good enough. A tall building needs a good foundation, let alone martial arts?"

Wen Yu agreed: "Madam, just tell me directly, what do you want me to do?"

Gu Nanxi: "I want to ask you to customize a storybook. Send it out in the name of Penglai Guest."

Gu Nanxi and Wen Yu both knew that Wen Yu was the guest from Penglai, so Wen Yu was not surprised at all by this request.

"Okay." Wen Yu agreed without saying anything. "What do you want me to write?"

Wen Yu took out a pen and paper, intending to record Gu Nanxi's request.

Gu Nanxi had already thought of the outline of the story before coming, so she started talking about it incessantly.

"The protagonist of the story is set as a nobleman who is physically weak, unable to walk, and can only sit in a wheelchair. This way, Su Yunting will feel involved. For other viewers, although this princess hero is of noble birth, he has obvious defects. They will think, if he can do it, how can I, who have both hands and feet, not be able to do it?"

Wen Yu wrote quickly and nodded repeatedly: "Madam is right."

"The protagonist's family encountered a great change, and there was a problem with the family's farmland. So the protagonist went to check and found that there were refugees who wanted to rob the tenant farmers' stored grain. So he sent out his servants to protect them and repel the refugees."

"However, the movements of this group of refugees were interesting. They seemed to know some simple martial arts. There were only a dozen refugees, but it took thirty or forty servants to subdue them."

"The protagonist was very interested in tracking down the mastermind, but he didn't expect that the mastermind was as cunning as a fox. The two sides had several exchanges, but the protagonist still couldn't find out the identity of the mastermind."

"Until one day, when he was patrolling the fields, he found an old man lying in the field. The protagonist was kind-hearted, so he ordered people to carry the old man back to the yard and take good care of him."

"The old man has a strange temper and often makes things difficult for people, even cursing at the protagonist, but the protagonist sympathizes with his miserable experience and does not get angry, but is very tolerant and generous."

"During this period, the old man made many difficulties and tested the protagonist. The protagonist passed all the tests one by one. Only then did the old man reveal his true identity. It turned out that he was the former leader of the martial arts world. Because he was framed, he lost all his martial arts and was deserted by his friends and relatives, which is why he has fallen to this point."

"The old man has a lot of martial arts, but he has no successor. He is unwilling to accept this, so he wants to find an heir for himself. However, the way of martial arts is about family and country. If you want to inherit his martial arts, the first thing you need is to have a chivalrous heart and a heart that loves the country and the people."

"Secondly, there are the requirements for strength. He has tested many people along the way. Many of them fell under power, some fell under wealth, and some forgot their original intention of learning martial arts after gaining power. He was originally discouraged until he met the protagonist."

"After the old man passed on all his life's learning to the protagonist, he passed away. The protagonist inherited the legacy and followed the old man's wishes to pacify the martial arts world and eliminate the forces of the Demon Cult one by one. When everything was calm, the old enemy in the north invaded the Central Plains."

Hearing this, Wen Yu paused and looked suddenly at Gu Nanxi.

Gu Nanxi was sitting lazily in a chair, looking out the window.

The golden sunlight shone in through the windows and the door, sprinkling on her, as if covering her with a layer of golden clothes. She was like a goddess, glowing, her expression full of divine indifference and compassion.

The pen of entertainment seems to weigh a thousand pounds.

She originally thought that this was a story about an ordinary boy who had an adventure and fulfilled his dream.

Is this just the beginning?

Yes, Mrs. Hou’s disease control strategy is far-reaching and meticulous, and she always thinks ten steps ahead before taking one step.

Gu Nanxi's tone was neither fast nor slow, but it was like dense drum beats, hitting Wen Yu's heart hard, making her heart surge even more.

"When the protagonist learned that the important military town was besieged by the northern army, he immediately convened a martial arts conference and called on all martial artists to defend their country. However, everyone has their own selfish desires, and not every martial artist is so chivalrous. In the end, only the eight major sects followed the protagonist to guard the pass."

"If I don't go to hell, who will? Tens of thousands of Buddhist monks rushed to the border."

"All men are brothers. If you kill my brothers, I will chop off your head! The Beggars' Sect spreads news and reports military intelligence everywhere."

“To save the people from the flood and fire, to save the building from collapse! The Taoists came down the mountain wearing their Taoist robes and holding swords.”

"The water network is all over the Great Zhou, and the Cao Gang is free to go wherever you want! The Cao Gang drives large and small boats to transport food from the south to the border...

Wen Yu's eyes became moist, and a drop of crystal tear fell on the paper, instantly smudged the ink.

She seemed to see the flames of war and the unity of the people through these simple words.

Perhaps, this is the future as seen by the wife of Marquis Yongchun.

"So, in the end the protagonist defeated the invading enemy?"

Wen Yu's voice trembled slightly, hiding a hope that he himself was not aware of.

Gu Nanxi shook her head indifferently: "No, they failed. The protagonist and the leaders and elites of the eight major sects fought desperately in this battle, fighting until the last drop of blood was shed, and they did not wait for the arrival of reinforcements. In the end, the city was broken, and the northern enemies marched straight into the city of Kyoto."

Bang!

Wen Yu's pen fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and left a black ink mark.

"Failed? Why did we fail?" Wen Yi couldn't believe it.

Gu Nanxi chuckled: "That's another story."

Gu Nanxi blinked mischievously: "No tragedy can be the most touching."

"What's the protagonist's name?"

"The Yellow River flows far away among the white clouds, and there is a lonely city on the ten thousand feet mountain. The Qiang flute does not need to blame the willows, and the spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass."

"The master's name is Yun Gucheng!"