After Yan Wei turned around and went in, he wanted to see Yan Mingguang's expression, and felt that he had to hold back all the way to achieve such a posture. Now he turned his head to look at Yan Mingguang, and he felt a little lost. It is not the first time that Yan Mingguang has done this. When he was in the puppet castle, this person began to hide from him to help him. Let it go.
If Yan Mingguang passed the test easily this time, will there be another time
Or to put it another way... the unreliability that he has always had, that part of his heart? The suspicion that he knew but did not express, that vagueness? Maybe there is a small piece of memory missing, is he also thinking of himself with Yan Mingguang? For the sake of fulfillment
In fact, he is not a person with a temper, even if he loses his temper, he can't make any noise.
Rather than being angry, it is better to show Yan Mingguang an attitude and let this person know his attitude.
So? With his back straight, he walked into Mr. Bai's small courtyard calmly, but his perception was calmly dissipated. He wanted to pay attention to Yan Mingguang's reaction.
There seemed to be a brief conversation between Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing coming from behind? Yan Wei listened intently, and Yan Mingguang briefly asked about the situation last night. Lin Zhen was also on the side. Lin Qing didn't say much, and Lin Zhen basically recounted it. Yan Mingguang's pace was steady, and he said "hmm" from time to time.
Lin Zhen would not lose the chain at critical moments. Although he mentioned Geng Liang, he followed Yan Wei's order and did not say that Geng Liang was his own in front of everyone.
It's just that after Lin Zhen finished speaking, Yan Mingguang was silent for a moment, not even saying a simple "um".
So? This person is smart, even if Lin Zhen doesn't say it...
——Yan Mingguang should know why he was angry.
Yan Wei was relieved, and was about to withdraw his perception. Behind him, a sharp but soft perception suddenly bumped into the perception that he hadn't recovered yet.
Yan Wei: "..."
He was too cramped for a moment, he was stumbled by the threshold in front of him, and took a step forward. The people behind him reacted quickly, and before he could stand still, Yan Mingguang had already grabbed him.
The book boy said, "Be careful."
Yan Wei turned his head and glanced at Yan Mingguang.
"sorry."
Apologizing so quickly every time.
Yan Wei withdrew his gaze, shook off Yan Mingguang's hand, and said calmly, "I'm not angry."
After he finished speaking, he regretted it himself.
No matter how this sounds, it sounds like a meaningless coquettish. Yan Mingguang seemed to know all his reactions well. At this moment, he understood not only what he was angry with, but also his bluff. They had gone through life and death twice. They are the people who understand each other best.
In fact, I know everything.
Yan Wei suddenly felt that there was no point in questioning or getting angry. He knew why Yan Mingguang didn't tell him, and Yan Mingguang knew what his reaction was. Everything was clear. He stopped talking, straightened his robe and continued to follow the book boy.
Everyone didn't speak, only Zhong Bufan kept walking around Song Chengan asking questions.
Mr. Bai's small courtyard is at the back of the school, behind a path surrounded by snow, quiet and secluded. There are rockeries on both sides, and there seem to be some green plants, but in the cold winter months, only barren stones are left, which only adds a bit of coldness. The front? It is an open bamboo house. There is only a slum and a coffee table inside. You can vaguely see Mr. Bai? Sitting there waiting, the surrounding is clean and empty.
The whole Guanyin Town has such an atmosphere, and there is a little strangeness in the desertedness. But Mr. Bai? This place only gives people an empty feeling, without any popularity. It is different from the high-spirited and bright feeling given by the Guanyin Academy. This residence does not even show any emotions.
There is also a simple stage next to the bamboo house.
Yan Wei looked at the stage, and paused slightly. The book boy knew his question without him asking, and said, "Sir? I like to listen to operas, but these few years... the town is not peaceful, and there are not many theaters left outside. So ? He set up one by himself, and when he was free, he would occasionally invite the few remaining theater troupes in the town to sing to relieve boredom."
"Mr. Bai? You really have a taste for it."
"That's not true," the book boy smiled, "Sir? He is the most knowledgeable person in Guanyin Town. The mages of the Guanyin Temple all respect? Sir. But the greater the prestige, the greater the responsibility, and the troubles in the town In the past few years, Mr. has been depressed and very worried. Let alone Mr., who is not worried? Ah, I tremble every night when I sleep, and I am afraid that the evil thing will come to me."
Yan Wei withdrew his gaze from the stage and said, "It will be resolved."
He followed the book boy to the bamboo house, and the book boy called inside: "Sir, you're here."
"Come in directly."
The bookboy stepped back.
Yan Wei went in first. Mr. Bai? Sitting at the coffee table? Waiting for them. Wine was brewing on the stove beside him. The smoky aroma of wine wafted in the air, covering the cold snow outside.
Mr. Bai? Wearing a simple robe and jacket, with his hair tied up, without any additional decorations on his body. His facial features are not particularly good-looking, but he can be called handsome, and he has a strong scholarly temperament, which is completely different from those traffickers and pawns Yan Wei has seen these days.
Just the right amount of soft cushions have been placed in front of the coffee table.
Knowing Yan Wei's obsession with cleanliness, Yan Mingguang patted the cushion for Yan Wei and handed it to him. Yan Wei took it, and as soon as he sat down, he saw this person sitting down beside him naturally.
For the convenience of paying attention to the details without any trace, he sat on the farthest side. Song Chengan walked in and saw Yan Wei's seat, so he bravely sat in the middle and exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Bai.
Although Zhong Bufan usually talks too much and is annoying, it obviously played a role at this time. He chatted casually with Song Chengan, and chatted casually with Mr. Bai, breaking the chill in the room.
Yan Wei took advantage of this time to observe the surrounding area.
He didn't feel the existence of any props but breath, and besides the necessities of life, he was surrounded by paper, pens and books. There are especially many books, and the shelves on one side are full of all-encompassing books. From Yangchun Baixue's Zhihuzhe to Xialiba people's opera scripts, there are everything.
Mr. Bai? Poured each of them a glass of wine to warm them up.
Yan Wei took a sip, then got up and walked casually. Holding a small warm wine glass in his hand, he walked to the bookshelf and glanced at the books. He didn't read much about the books of this era. Many of them were classics with names he had heard in his memory, but he didn't know what they were talking about, so he wasn't interested.
On the contrary, he was more familiar with the drama scripts, and had glimpsed drama scripts such as "The Match of the Immortals" and "The Butterfly Lovers".
"Can I help you?"
Yan Wei was taken aback for a moment, then turned around, meeting Mr. Bai's eyes.
Mr. Bai didn't mind Yan Wei's blind behavior, and said, "It happens that you are standing, can you help me get a book?"
Yan Wei nodded: "It's a small matter."
Mr. Bai ordered a seat on the bookshelf, and Yan Wei took out a book from there.
As soon as the book was taken out, everyone present, except for Mr. Bai?, their expressions moved slightly—this is a prop!
"Excuse me? Ladies and gentlemen, I'm also very guilty. Some of you came from a long distance with magic tools to ward off evil, but I... hey, I didn't succeed. Please go back to the mage." Mr. Bai pointed at Yan Weina The book that came out said, "I really can't bear to see so many people die inexplicably. After searching for a long time, I finally found such a solution to solve the problem of the Black Sea. It says how to use it. Everything is ready, but I went to the Shen Mansion in private, and the coffin was full of resentment, which must be purified by the mage before the suppression method can be performed, but the mage suddenly had an accident, only Guanyin The clean bottle of water can purify and relieve grievances."
Mr. Bai? Eyes full of sorrow: "I don't want to trouble you with the matter of Guanyin Town. I take the liberty to ask you to leave these evil spirits first, and then I will find a way. Can you? Read the method in this book and verify whether what I said is correct. There are fakes, as for these things, I can also exchange what I have. You can leave Guanyin Town first, so as not to be targeted by evil spirits."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dungeon's prompt sounded in the minds of all the people in their camp.
[Congratulations to the players for thoroughly understanding the Black Sea dilemma in Guanyin Town and discovering the source of the Black Sea problem. All players in this faction get 10% of the progress of the main mission. Currently, your faction has more progress of the main mission. Please try your best to keep it. ]
[The progress of the dungeon has entered the next stage. Players please pay attention. For you, the task at this stage is to suppress grievances. ]
[The two sides are in the same camp for this task, and only the one who completes it first can get the progress reward brought by this task and successfully break the game. ]
Everyone glanced at each other and naturally understood the meaning.
Mr. Bai? He told them to go first, because Mr. Bai? is an npc. What they have to do is to take over this matter and solve the troubles in Guanyin Town.
Song Chengan looked at Yan Wei, and seeing Yan Wei nodded, he said: "I've come here, now I'm leaving, leaving the problem to Mr.? It's too outrageous. Mr. If you don't mind, you might as well leave Leave this formation to us first, I was originally in this business, and I will think of a way with everyone in the past few days."
Song Chengan's words were not wrong.
His skill is to set up formations, and his identity in this dungeon is also a Taoist priest, so it is obviously most suitable for him to take over this job.
He proposed, Mr. Bai? After serious consideration, he said, "If there is any danger, please tell me as soon as possible."
This task is next.
Yan Wei gave the formation to Song Chengan. There is a specialization in surgery, and Song Chengan is better than him in this regard.
They have to race against time to find the Avalokitesvara Jingping Bottle and the female ghost who captured Jiang Jingyun's resentful soul, so there is no need to drag it here. Several people pretended to leave, Yan Wei stood up slowly, and heard Mr. Bai? Right? He said: "It's cold outside, drink this glass of wine before going out."
Yan Wei didn't drink well, but there wasn't a lot of wine, so he drank it down without refusing.
The strong smell of alcohol in the air is intoxicating.
Mr. Bai got up to send them out, Yan Wei walked last, and when he stepped out of the threshold, he suddenly said, "Sir?"
This high-spirited scholar turned his head to look at him with a smile on his face, "Please tell me."
"I'm not a meditative person. I don't read many books. Many things are based on what I've seen and heard, and most of the people around me are like this. It's the first time I meet Mr. one question."
Mr. Bai? Look at him.
Yan Wei didn't know why he wanted to ask an npc. He was right? These npcs were relatively indifferent. No matter how vivid and real they are, they are not from the same world as him. But he suddenly thought of Yan Mingguang's words—for these npcs, they are just passers-by.
Perhaps in their eyes, the player is an incomplete existence and a passing passerby.
No one is unreal.
He said: "Sir? I want to solve the evil in Guanyin Town, but in fact, sir? You can also? Leave Guanyin Town. With the financial resources of...Sir? It's not difficult, right?"
Mr. Bai? He seemed to be taken aback.
"Personal to all, sir? Made a choice?"
This time, Mr. Bai laughed.
"In this world? There are countless books and handed down books. Even if the books are piled up in my bamboo house, I can't say that I have read a lot. But in the books I have read, there is no answer to this question. If you ask this question, Do you want me to explain your doubts for you, or do I choose for you? But if this question really has a fixed answer, it will not be a question."
It was already snowing heavily outside. He stood at the door, the cold wind outside and the smell of wine inside collided, sober and in a trance. Snowflakes fell, and one of them hung on Yan Wei's eyelashes, slightly blurring Yan Wei's vision.
Geng Liang sent him a message at this time.
He blinked and said, "It seems that sir? He has also thought about this kind of problem. I went to look for Guanyin Jingjing bottle of water."
Yan Wei walked out from under the eaves of the bamboo house, faced the snow, and walked up to Yan Mingguang who was waiting for him in front of the courtyard. The snow was too heavy, and in a short while, some snowflakes had piled up on Yan Mingguang's shoulders, Yan Wei subconsciously raised his hand to help him get rid of it.
"Aren't you angry?" Yan Mingguang asked him.
Yan Wei gritted his teeth: "I'm never angry."
"Okay, you're not mad, but I'm sorry. I'm worried you're embarrassing."
"I know what you think, and I won't act rashly. I will give up this last dungeon for you. The dungeon prompt didn't say what will happen to the loser. As long as you don't take special risks, at most you will lose rewards. After breaking the game, there is no Players who die but fail will go back to the world inside the building, and if I redeem Pandora’s Box, everything will be the same, we just lost a Pandora’s Box.”
Yan Mingguang grabbed his hand and covered his fingertips that were soaked in ice and snow.
Yan Wei leaned forward and said in a low voice: "Just now Geng Liang—oh, that guy who 'swapped' camps with you sent me the news. Your camp got a clean bottle of water. According to the news, the mage who helped Mr. Shen had the Guanyin Jing bottle of water. He brought it to the Shen mansion, but he died in the Shen mansion before he could use it. So? In fact, the Guanyin Jing bottle of water is in the Shen mansion, it’s just the two of us Didn't find it? They're in Shen's house, near the water tower, we have to find a way to sneak in and grab a clean bottle of water."
"Have you thought of it? There is a solution."
"Mr. Shen is going to pick up a few girls from Wanhualou in the past two days. Fengxian is dead, but Wanhualou has to hand over the girl. Do you think they are in a state of desperation and want to find a girl who can go to Shen's house?" for?"
As he said this, his eyes were bright and he looked straight at Yan Mingguang.
Yan Mingguang's eyes moved slightly, and he sighed: "You said you didn't get angry, isn't this a public revenge?"
"Then you agreed," Yan Wei gently tickled Yan Mingguang's palm with his fingertips, "Miss Yan."