Ten Mile Room

"Before I bid farewell to you, the sharp blade has wiped off the vines of my life. I am compatible with you and face many dangers. Your world can no longer hold my green leaves..."

Holding "Green Leaf Collection" in his hand, Yu Dongchi was reciting to Jiang Gezi with a clear, deep and euphemistic voice.

No, what he was reading was a book of magic spells!

Jiang Gezi was half lying on the armchair by the window sill, with a look of hopelessness on his face.

The days on the airship are always lonely and unbearable, day after day there are various military meetings, multi-country marching exercises, emergency response exercises, run-in exercises...all of these...he will not go!

On the evening of the sixth day, Jiang Gezi finally couldn't bear it any longer. With a lot of military tickets in his pocket, he went to a certain place out of curiosity. Would he like a cup of tea?

Is this... serious?

In fact, before his butt could sit still, the two black-faced gods were swept in like a tornado... and rolled him out again.

The money was given, a full two hundred dollars!

The tea was not finished, he didn't even see if the teacup was round or square...

When Lian Yanzi came down from the third floor of the castle car, what he saw was such a ridiculous scene.

Lian Yanzi really admired Yu Dongchi, anyway, he didn't have the guts to confine the pigeon at home, and read him endlessly like a mosquito, the poem he was most irritable and hated.

As the person who knows Jiang Gezi best, he knows that Gezi has a strange sense of rejection of poetry as a literary genre. In his words, it is a style of moaning without illness and convulsions, and he will get a headache when he sees it.

The pigeon who said this always showed a trace of disdain that he couldn't understand?

Why disdain?

Lian Yanzi believes that "Green Leaf Collection" has a pure temperament, a clean style, and has the effect of purifying the soul.

All the emotions in this entire collection of poems are natural and sincere, without any hypocrisy.

So...cough!It's time for Pigeon to study hard. Feelings are not a simple matter. Feelings must be clean and pure. Feelings cannot be exchanged for two hundred dollars.

He has to understand this.

On this airship, there are ten soldiers and eight perverts. If you can't see it, you can abduct his little pigeon...

So Lian Yanzi didn't show the slightest intention to save Jiang Gezi, he asked with a smile while fastening his dark blue sacrificial robe belt, "What is this~ what are you doing?"

Jiang Gezi stuck out his hand from under the blanket, stretched out two fingers tremblingly and said, "Two... two hours..."

Lian Yanzi said oh, nodded after finishing speaking, and patted Yu Dongchi on the shoulder to encourage: "You are troubled, he needs more purification!"

Jiang Gezi instantly despaired of the whole world.

Chen Song hugged the cloak and waited quietly under the castle car.

Qi Ren led the team to pass by him repeatedly, while rolling his eyes at him openly.

Although his military rank is the lowest in the secretarial department of the three-person group.However, his boss was being bullied, so he still had to express his attitude.

Roll your eyes desperately!

What's more, Your Excellency is already 19 years old. Sooner or later, he will experience the storms in this world. Go to Zhongcang to see what's going on?

Some things, even if you don't read them, you will understand them sooner or later!

When Chen Song saw Lian Yanzi come out, he strode forward, helped him put on the blue cloak and said, "Sir, the meaning of the elder is that please try not to speak too much, and don't express your opinions at will. Our relationship is tense, according to the contract, you will only be an altar for more than [-] undead..."

Lian Yanzi smiled lightly, tied up his sleeves, turned over and walked towards the elevator in Zhongcang, while walking, he said with a smile: "The old guy loves balance! What he means is, please save some face for Yan Gong, please don't He is too worried about destroying the political balance that was finally achieved, and I want money! I don’t want to take jobs that don’t pay me!”

Chen Song took half a step forward, with a calm expression, and said in a calm voice: "The subordinates also believe that the elder's opinion this time is correct. According to yesterday's intelligence, serious cracks have appeared on the periphery of the Beiyan Forbidden Area. Under the unknown situation, you'd better not take it lightly...Sir, the witches 2000 years ago are different from the witches now, they are witches who have combat power, go to battle in person, and participate in the war..."

Lian Yanzi's expression was calm, and she answered without any ups and downs: "I know!"

As they walked along the way, the originally crowded aisle of the warehouse quickly entered a frozen state. The soldiers were frozen, and the machinery that came and went was frozen... When Lian Yanzi stood at the door of the elevator, the soldiers who had already entered the elevator, In an instant, panic appeared on his face, and his whole body froze.

Blue is the color associated with the afterlife and is the key that opens the gates of hell.

These soldiers are not necessarily afraid of death, but they are afraid of the unknown world after death.

The soldiers rushed out in panic, and even the swallow didn't respond. He had long been used to the days when he was covered with an invisible glass cover.

The empty elevator door closed, and returned to the middle warehouse, and the officer who was full of joy in the middle warehouse after playing around came down.

Seeing Lian Yanzi at the elevator entrance, they froze quickly again, trembling in fear, leaning sideways cautiously, saluted and left quickly...

After repeated seven or eight times, the two blue-robed little ancient witches, who were less than adult years old and had round eyes and round faces, at most fourteen or five years old, jumped up and down from the passage on the right, accompanied by the attendants. coming.

When they approached, the very educated saluted Lian Yanzi, and greeted him very politely and respectfully: "Brother, how did you rest last night?"

Lian Yanzi lowered her head and smiled at them gently, saying yes, then raised her head and asked their attendant: "Did they rest on time last night?"

The slightly taller little ancient witch looked nervous, and immediately interjected: "Brother A! We didn't go to Zhongcang, really!"

The younger one's expression changed, and he covered his face in distress.

Lian Yanzi laughed softly, and he stepped into the elevator, and when the elevator door closed, he said: "Green Leaf Collection is a good collection of poems, I hope you can calm down and copy it every night until this time The altar mission is over!"

In the elevator, the young man's miserable howl suddenly sounded, and the soldiers outside who were still in a state of ecstasy froze again in an instant.

Coming out of the Golden Palace this time, at the request of the guide, Heng Buli, Lian Yanzi brought out two little ancient witches who had just awakened from the main lineage of the Heng family.

As the most capable ancient witch of the Heng family, Heng Buli doesn't like his own family.Therefore, he unceremoniously dumped these two to Lian Yanzi.

Of these two little ancient witches, the taller one is called Heng Busheng, and the younger one is called Heng Buyu.

In terms of blood, they are Heng Buli's little cousins.

In terms of seniority, they will receive the guidance of Lian Yanzi for three years, which is counted as a master-student relationship.

Even though Yanzi had been with them for less than a month, the two young witches were already filled with the distressed aura of asking for money from the top and bottom of the Golden Palace.

They wrote the price list of various services of the altar with their own hands. Once a soldier came to the door and wanted to build a small altar, these two little guys would send out a price list first with a serious face.

They even learned a new method of discounting repeat customers from Jiang Gezi.

Next, I am afraid that the membership card will be printed.

Even Yanzi couldn't help but laugh when he thought of these things.

Do you think you are Hengwu?Who has nothing to do and can summon ghosts to play?

In fact, many shamans have now discovered that the death-demand altars of Liangqing are much more pleasant physically and mentally than the altars that received subsidies before.

At the very least, they spend money on their own families, and no one will say that the witches are consuming the country's resources, and they are lice crawling on the corner of the queen's skirt to suck the blood of the people...

Lian Yanzi took her little apprentice out of Zhongcang, boarded a small tram, and was dragged all the way to a meeting room in the airship command center.

They didn't arrive early, so they sat quietly in the last few rows, silently waiting for the meeting initiator to arrive.

Where there are witches, there will never be any noise.

Although this meeting room can accommodate hundreds of people, there are at least [-] blue cloaks sitting in the center.

There are at least a hundred attendants sitting on the seats on the left and right.

But the room was silent.

It's like no life exists.

Heng Buyu quietly took out a comic book from his sleeve, and under the cover of a large cloak, carefully flipped through it page by page.

Before reading two pages, his instructor unceremoniously confiscated his book and began to review it for him in full view.

Heng Buyu curled his lips, and took out another copy from his sleeve.

After an unknown amount of time, the thick door of the conference room was pushed open again.

A blue-robed ancient witch with gray curly hair, long temples, a bit of a bohemian temperament, and a cold temperament around him, brought more than 20 ancient witches from the entire Yan Palace, and a dozen red-robed Hengwu, together with the Yan royal family sent this time. Several princes walked into the hall together, went to the central rostrum and sat down one by one.

Different from other meetings, when the boss comes, everyone needs to stand up to greet him, or at least give a welcome applause to set off the atmosphere.

No one here reacted in the slightest to the arrival of this group of people.

After reading the first book, Lian Yanzi confiscated the second book from his apprentice.

The ancient witch with long sideburns stood on the podium in the middle of the meeting room. After buckling himself on the loudspeaker, he pressed the podium with both hands. Without any prefix, he went straight to the topic.

"I am grateful to the omnipotent Goddess of the Earth. She bestows us with clear eyes, wisdom and clean hearts. I am Heng Suo of Yan Palace. You must have heard my name..."

"My brother."

Sitting next to Lian Yanzi, Heng Busheng called Lian Yanzi quietly.

Lian Yanzi turned to look at him.

Heng Bucheng quietly lowered his head and said to Lian Yanzi: "He is a villain!"

Lian Yanzi was taken aback for a moment, looked up at the rostrum and asked, "Him?"

"En! It's this Hang Soo, I've seen him before."

"What time?"

"When I was very young, he rushed to my grandfather's house and yelled at him. He told my grandfather to take us away, and said that since the family has no children to enlighten the spirit, please move out of Penglai and give up the assets of the family, so that we can serve to those who need it."

That's it!

Lian Yanzi nodded slightly, looking at Heng Shuo who was speaking with a righteous face.

In fact, the status of the shaman family is determined by the number of enlightened spirits. In the past dynasties, because of such things and disputes, hundreds of internal struggle histories can be written.

But the one who rushed to other people's house and asked them to get out... is really the first in history.

Most of the time, the elders will mediate, and the main branch without spiritual enlightenment will consciously give up resources and leave sadly.

This is the norm.

So, this is an ugly witch?

On the stage, Heng Shuo's big hand full of veins was pointing at a map of the restricted area, and he was explaining incessantly.

"...This is the periphery of the restricted area. Before boarding the boat, our Yan Palace sent six teams to inspect the area around the restricted area no less than [-] times..."

Speaking of this, he changed a picture, pointed to it and said: "Empty illusion, forbidden steps, large corridor...these ancient witchcraft combat techniques that are only in legends have actually been lost! Everyone! All my brothers know that in modern society, we don't need to fight... However, if we want to enter the restricted area, we need to untie these ancient formations before we can truly enter the situation..."

That's probably the case.

The entire 42-square-kilometer Beiyan restricted area, although it is a gourd terrain, but in order to seal this place forever, the entire area around the gourd area is full of fighting witches from 2000 years ago. Combined with the oldest illusion and sealing techniques, they developed it by themselves. various techniques...

What to do, no matter what, we have to go in.

Heng Shuo was eloquently explaining on the stage, and even Yanzi was also silently analyzing and studying this dignified ancient witch from various details under the stage.

It was just a light glance, and it took only a dozen seconds, even Yanzi could easily analyze it from Heng Shuo's robe, this one, I am afraid that his status in Yan Palace is just like that.

His robes are brand new, and he even chose palace lines that most ancient witches would not use as the main material.

Palace line is very good, but expensive.

What kind of environment created this ancient witch to rely on expensive cloth to show his social status?

During the 10-minute explanation, Heng Suo kept talking about the early work of Yan Palace. However, these works were fruitless.

He even carefully observed the facial reactions of those members of the royal family while speaking.

This has a tendency to please!

Goddess of the Earth, your children have lived in the world, even if they die, they will not be able to lower their bodies with divine blood. When?An old, ancient witch with sufficient experience in altar, actually needs to look at the face of the royal family to live?

He chattered over and over again, roughly meaning, I went, there is a pit over there, a huge pit, a very deep pit, in short, it is a huge, unfathomable pit...

and then……

Then he repeatedly stated that we found that pit with great difficulty.

Even Yanzi could still sit still at first, but when he listened to this man talk about all kinds of pitfalls for more than 40 minutes continuously, and had to repeatedly try to please the royal family of Yan Kingdom, he was no longer prepared to bear it.

Just like that, Lian Yanzi stood up slowly, turned and left without saying hello.

Heng Suo, who rarely had the opportunity to make decisions outside, was talking about it in a happy mood. He thought, no matter what, he had to confirm his dominant position in front of ancient witches from many countries today.

Even, in order to welcome this moment, he hired the best tailor in Yan Palace, spent a lot of money, and made more than ten sets of sacrificial robes to show his preciousness...

The heavy meeting room door was pushed open.

The atmosphere was stagnant.

Heng Buyu followed with a few steps, and asked his teacher as he walked, "Brother Ajia, are we not listening?"

"kindness!"

"why?"

"I seem to have forgotten to eat breakfast!"