Sheng Fu

Qingyu was in a complicated state of mind, and the smell of the chicken soup gradually faded away. She said, "My Highness is placed in that courtyard on West Street by me. You can come and visit me at any time."

Guang Li hummed, and she was not in a hurry to visit Yu Wenjun.

Now the war is still going on, and the situation is changing rapidly. She wants to visit Yu Wenjun again when Jiuyouque has the upper hand. As far as it is concerned, it is also a holy place for collecting folk songs.

"There is no need to tell me the details these days. The capital of the king is not a place where His Royal Highness the Dragon Clan can do whatever he wants." Guang Li said softly.

Qingyu nodded slightly, always feeling a little sorry for Mr. Yuwen, but in the face of big right and wrong, he couldn't tolerate half of the bodhisattva's heart.

In the courtyard of West Street, Jing Peiyao stewed a pot of big meat radish soup and steamed white rice, which was so steaming that it could directly warm people's hearts in this snowy day.

The three of them sat around a table, and Yu Wenjun took out a jar of half-moon wine.

Seeing this, Pu Weiqing asked in surprise: "Why do you still have half a month's wine? It's been so long, you should finish drinking it."

Yu Wenjun smiled and said: "I don't drink much on weekdays, so I have some left over. If you, the dean, hadn't come, I wouldn't have opened this altar of half-moon wine."

Pu Weiqing grinned and said, "Then I'm really honored."

Jing Peiyao filled a bowl of soup for Pu Weiqing, and then another bowl of soup for herself. Yu Wenjun had to do it himself, and Yu Wenjun had no choice but to acquiesce in such a different treatment.

After taking a sip of the delicious radish soup, Yu Wenjun said with emotion: "This time, I should bring one person here. Four people can just make a mahjong table."

"It's just the three of us, always feel that something is missing."

In the capital of his kingdom, none of the three of them had the mentality of temporary enlightenment, and they seemed to have no meaning in talking about literary and historical classics. The paths of the three were different, and it was difficult to confide in some things.

It is estimated that there will be more boring time.

Although the streets are full of traffic, Mr. Yuwen is unwilling to move around too much. The dragon aura and the power of nothingness on his body can cover up his aura, so there is no need to worry about being noticed abnormally, but Mr. Yuwen knows very well in his heart that the person named Guangli Her Royal Highness already knows everything at this moment.

Jing Peiyao on the side couldn't help but asked: "Since you know that Guangli will figure out your intentions, why did you still come and let Qingyu lead the way? This cutscene is a bit more serious."

"It's confusing."

Yu Wenjun responded after eating a piece of slightly rotten lean meat that had been stewed: "If the cutscene is more serious, that Guangli will be able to guess fewer things."

"We ourselves don't know where to start, and Her Royal Highness, even more don't know what we will do."

After Pu Weiqing heard about it, he glanced at Yu Wenjun with great interest, and asked, "Recently, have you been studying Daozang?"

Yu Wenjun was slightly taken aback, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you ask this?"

Pu Weiqing said thoughtfully: "The aura of inaction on your body is becoming more and more obvious. Doing nothing and doing everything. This is a profound strategy. How dare you use it in actual combat right now, and you are still in such a relaxed state of mind."

"What is the reason that makes your state of mind so impenetrable."

Since Yu Wenjun became the head of the Eight Gus, Pu Weiqing no longer paid attention to Yu Wenjun's realm and cultivation base, and his mood changes. Now that they are together under the same roof, Pu Weiqing is suddenly curious about these.

At least the way of doing nothing is not the way Gu Yong likes.

Gu Yong likes the way of doing things.

Pu Weiqing didn't study Dao Zang deeply, but he also had some small thoughts, that is, people who do good things often have relatively shallow blessings, such as Gu Yong is a living example.

He has done so many good deeds, although some people remember Gu Yong's good deeds, but generally speaking, his achievements are more or less covered by the pearls.

On the contrary, the current Yu Wenjun, with his style of conduct, is showing his demeanor for the first time, which is comparable to Guan Shanhai's calligraphy.

Yu Wenjun knew that this was a serious question. The person who asked this question was Pu Weiqing, and he didn't intend to hide it. He thought of the peaceful and beautiful scene in the Eternal Palace of the Demon Realm.

"According to the calculation, my state of mind improved only after I had a hand-talk with the Demon Lord." Yu Wenjun said truthfully.

The word Mojun made Pu Weiqing's heart extremely heavy.

Many years ago, Pu Weiqing and a few Wugao masters made a simple deduction and calculation on the Demon Lord under the signal of the Emperor, but there was no result, and it was very deep, like a gloomy but clear ocean.

"What kind of person is he?" Pu Weiqing asked calmly.

The dean suddenly felt a little envious of the young leader of Ba Gu, he had met with the demon king before, and it would be difficult for ordinary people to ascend to heaven even if they saw the demon king.

I also talked with the Demon Lord, such good luck can at least offset the ten years of hard work of most practitioners.

And it's not a shortcut, it's pure luck.

Yu Wenjun fell into a daze, what kind of person is the devil, he once answered the emperor, the devil is a person who is infinitely close to Wanduan, but this is too general.

"My cultivation base is superficial, so I can't see clearly. I once thought about getting an answer from Master Yuxi Town, but I changed my mind. If I ask Master this question, Master will probably feel very disappointed, so I just keep going." No question."

"In recent years, I have been dealing with various government affairs, and I have never deduced the Demon Lord in depth. Even if I deduce it, there will be no results. That hand-to-hand discussion will always be inexplicably interrupted at critical moments. "

"Occasionally, when the devil lord sounds in my heart, my thoughts will stop abruptly like a summer wind."

Pu Weiqing listened very carefully, as if he had gotten some inspiration, as if he just heard a story, and only the dean knew the specific feeling.

Seven days later.

The battle in Saibei City was still evenly divided, and the two sides occasionally had some slight advantages in the middle, but the situation changed too quickly, and that slight advantage could be ignored.

There have been three Wuji battles in total, each with one win, one loss and one tie. Fortunately, one Wuji monster was killed in the battle, and one was seriously injured by the human race.

This advantage is actually negligible. The Wuji strongman who was seriously injured by the human race could not be slowed down in ten or eight years. Halfway through, Fu Hun, a general under Yue Bo's command, was also killed.

The moonlight in the cold winter is bleak, and the lonely moon in the sky is tainted with blood.

In the camp, there was not much crying and mourning, but only silence, a deathly silence. The soldiers were used to seeing life and death, and their hearts gradually became numb.

On the city wall, Yue Bo looked to the north alone.

Jiuyouque was opposite, but he was powerless at the moment, inadvertently, a large stream of tears fell from the corner of his eyes, the most important thing for a handsome man to stay away from is feelings, but how can a person be without feelings.

Fu Hun is Yue Bo's usual general. Although the relationship between the two parties is not close to the step of marrying each other, they generally share the same interests. In the past, at this time in the imperial capital, I would often invite friends to have a drink in a certain tavern. overnight.

At most half a month, there will be a turning point, Yue Bo is waiting for this turning point, and Jiuyouque is also waiting.

At some point, Xu Huanshan came behind Yue Bo, with a solemn and pale complexion, he said dully, "General Weiyuan Xiao Nan was seriously injured, and has been sent to Mr. Guo."

Yue Bo didn't turn his head, just hummed lightly...