Ye Yu understood why the system was surprised when he saw this main task.
—
According to the plot of the original book, after Feng Huan Dabi, there are at least a dozen chapters before proceeding to [Worshiping the Sword Sect]. And the release of the mainline mission now obviously skipped that part of the plot and moved forward quickly.
Ye Yu recalled the skipped part of the plot, and then became somewhat clear.
"In the plot that was skipped, Xuan Yi and Yunhua were the main driving forces. Now that Yunhua and Xuan Yi are separated, those events and plots will naturally not be triggered—is this considered as an adaption of the plot?"
The system can't be sure, "Maybe it is...?"
"Is there a plot deviation warning now?"
System: "Not currently available."
Ye Yu said thoughtfully: "In this case, can we have such a conjecture that the plot deviation will only issue a warning when the result will seriously interfere with the revenge line?"
"Based on all the previous circumstances, the Master Host's speculation is in line with common sense."
Ye Yu's eyes flashed: "I remember that in the original book, it was Xuan Yi, Yun Hua, and Princess Ye Xiao who all disguised their identities and worshiped Jianzong. If the line of revenge is not seriously disturbed, then after completing this task, it seems We will see Yunhua again."
System: "The question is, without the voluntary request of Yunhua in the original book plot, how can the host get Xuan Yi to join the Sword Sect?"
"Yunhua is not here, but I am."
Ye Yu folded his arms and leaned against the wall of the car, lazily, "Didn't we have a terrifying guess before? Soon, we will be able to verify it."
The system thought for a while and suddenly realized.
When Xuan Yi received the report from the attendant, he was still in a teahouse in Fenghuan City.
After hearing the words, Xuan Yi stopped playing with the teacup, with a half-smile on his face, "Is she starting to tell fortunes for others again?"
"..."
The word "you" came out of nowhere, the attendant and the man sitting across from Xuan Yi looked at each other strangely, but in the end they didn't dare to say anything, and lowered their gazes.
"Okay, I got it." Xuan Yiye had recovered.
He put the teacup in his hand on the table, and looked sideways at the person opposite him, "In this case, we will proceed according to the plan... But you have to remember one thing."
"Please give orders from His Majesty Xuandi."
"From now on, if you meet Ye Yu, don't let her touch you."
The man sitting opposite was startled: "Princess Ye Xiaojun of Prince Ye's Mansion? Why?"
Xuan Yi's lips curled up, "Probably because she is the most accurate fortune teller I've ever seen."
As Xuan Yi said, his eyes glanced at the person opposite, "If she touches you, then our plan will be revealed to her."
"..." The person opposite frowned, looking thoughtful.
The smile on Xuan Yi's face did not fade, and at this moment, he glanced at this person faintly with that smile, "But no one can make her mind."
The man was stunned for a moment, knowing that Xuan Yi had seen his intentions, he nodded slightly and lowered his eyes respectfully.
"Your Majesty Xuandi, after all, Princess Ye is a descendant of Prince Ye's House, and Prince Ye's House is Xuan Bin's confidant. If she really has such a talent, keeping her is really a big problem."
"... Although I don't know her specific purpose, I believe she will not harm me."
Xuan Yi didn't hesitate at all.
The man sitting opposite was startled.
After going through that incident back then, he couldn't have imagined that for His Majesty Xuandi today, there is still someone who can be completely "trusted"
"His Majesty Xuandi, can we temporarily leave Princess Ye in the Immortal Territory? It won't be too late to return her freedom when things come to pass in the future."
Xuan Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.
"No."
"Your Majesty?" The other party frowned in confusion.
Xuan Yi stood up without further explanation. "Today's affairs are settled, so there is no need to say more."
After finishing speaking, Xuan Yi walked out directly.
Watching Xuan Yi go out, the people in the room sighed, and just about to make a move, he suddenly heard a sound transmission of spiritual consciousness as thin as a mosquito—
"If something happens, she will become the master of the Demon Palace."
After a while, the consciousness faded away, but the eyes of those who stayed in the room widened in astonishment.
"The master of the Demon Palace... His Majesty actually wants the woman from Prince Ye's Mansion to be his queen..."
The man in the room murmured, feeling uneasy for a long time.
When Xuan Yi was led by his attendants to the center of the largest market in Feng Huan City, he immediately saw the long line of people in front of the humble stall.
—The queuing posture seems to be the same as the situation in Anxiang Teahouse back then.
It's hard to believe that in less than a day, she was able to make her name known again.
Xuan Yi couldn't help laughing, and walked over.
When he got to the side of the stall, Xuan Yi saw Ye Yu's appearance clearly at this time, and couldn't help being stunned.
—
Sitting behind the small high table, a cloth banner with the word "Gua" was hung on the pole, and the man in a Taoist robe was still stroking his white mustache.
The same willow eyebrows that looked like snow had fallen into the temples, the eyes of the "old Taoist priest" narrowed slightly, and the one hand without the cloth banner rested on the wrist of the fortune-telling guests on the table, showing the demeanor of a master.
At first glance, it really has a sanctimonious bluffing posture.
If it weren't for those fair cheeks that can be easily broken, maybe even Xuan Yi would be deceived by his own eyes.
Seeing this, the smile in Xuan Yi's eyes grew stronger.
Xuan Yi didn't stop, and walked to the side of the stall.
With a distance of several feet, a voice that can be heard without using spiritual consciousness came to my ears——
"... You have three sons and one daughter in your life, and there will never be any descendants. Don't worry."
"Master, is this true?"
The man behind the desk jumped up excitedly.
"Ye does not speak lies, nor does he speak lies."
The "old Taoist" continued to stroke his beard.
The man immediately stood up straight, and made a long bow towards the old Taoist priest behind the table, his face couldn't help but-
"Since that's the case, I must thank the master for his words!"
"Thank you for nothing, you don't have to thank me."
"Old Taoist" waved his hand, and waved his hand on the wooden table, and she put the silver on the table into the mustard ring, and she finally opened her eyes.
The beautiful black eyes seemed to be soaked in the color of water, and there was a lazy smile in his voice.
"It's fine when the money for divination arrives."
After the man left, Ye Yu inadvertently raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Xuan Yi who was already standing by the table.
Xuan Yi was looking at the cloth flag in her hand.
The ink marks on the "Gua" on the cloth banner are still wet.
"Did you write it?"
Xuan Yi smiled and looked sideways at her.
"..." Ye Yu felt guilty for two seconds after being stared at by this gaze.
She has to admit that her clumsy soft brush technique... can only write calligraphy like a dog crawling.
Although Ye Yu couldn't answer, Xuan Yi already guessed the answer from her expression.
He stretched out his hand in front of her, with slender fingers and well-defined knuckles.
Ye Yu looked at him puzzled.
Xuan Yi chuckled, "I'll rewrite one for you."
Ye Yu: "...my brushwork is called freehand brushwork."
That's what he said, but Ye Yu still took the pen and ink from the mustard ring, and handed it to Xuan Yi.
When Xuan Yi spread the paper and brushed ink to complete it overnight, the guests who were dissatisfied with waiting in the queue also showed admiration.
Ye Yu looked even more at odds with the system in his heart—
"The same person, why are all his skill points full??"
system:"… "
So, after half a stick of incense, two stalls were set up side by side in the center of the market in Fenghuancheng.
One calligraphy stall is dedicated to transcribing articles and writing letters for others; the other is a fortune-telling stall—this stall owner is not engaged in business, so he often goes to the calligraphy stall to watch another stall owner write.
A row of attendants stood behind the two stalls, and most of them looked at the young man behind the calligraphy stall with helpless eyes.
—
They originally thought that His Majesty was going to bring back Princess Ye Xiao who had shown his face in public and self-confessed his identity, but they never expected that His Majesty would play with him instead.
If the guests in the long line knew that the people sitting behind these two broken tables were the two with the highest status in the magic domain, they would probably have been scared out of their wits.
…
When it got dark, the two new stalls in the market center were finally put away.
Xuan Yi gave Ye Yu the silver taels he had earned on the table today, and Ye Yu knew that he would not care about such small details, so he accepted it without hesitation.
The two then boarded the carriage and rushed back to the inn where they were staying.
On the road, in the quiet carriage, Ye Yu seemed to ask unintentionally:
"Your Majesty's trip to the Immortal Realm, is there any destination?"
Xuan Yi looked at her for two seconds, then shook his head. "Nothing."
... a ghost letter.
Ye Yu slandered, but she didn't see it at all on her face.
"I went to see Feng Dabi today. Although it was a pity that I didn't get to meet Ye Fei, the legendary number one genius in the two domains, I saw quite a few other disciples of the Sword Sect."
Xuan Yi's eyes flashed, if there was deep meaning in his eyes: "So you want to...?"
Ye Yu smiled slightly: "I heard that Jianzong recently accepted registered disciples at the Kaishan Mountain. Although this type of disciples can only do some handy work to make a living in the sect, they are also the type of disciples with the lowest age and qualification requirements-correspondingly , because they don’t have access to the core skills of the sect, the deacons of the sword sect who came to verify this group of disciples are all of mediocre cultivation.”
"You want to hide your identity and join Jianzong?" Xuan Yi asked.
Ye Yu chuckled lightly, "Don't Your Majesty think this is a fun thing?"
"..."
Xuan Yi didn't answer.
In the afternoon, he was still thinking about how to maintain the illusion of not knowing each other on the surface, and how to enter Jianzong, but at night, he heard her bring it up.
He couldn't figure out her purpose, but he still seemed to be able to see her help and care for him from her words and deeds.
Since he knew she would not harm him, and since he could not bear this kind of estrangement and estrangement, why should he be open and honest, and bring everything to light
But before he figured out why she came and why she had the terrifying ability to subvert everything in the dream, his reason did not allow him to put himself in a situation where he was completely defenseless against someone.
After all, once this happens, if he is a little careless, he will let himself fall into a place of eternal doom like in a dream.
And what he bears... is far more than just his own life...
Xuan Yi lowered his eyes slightly, the dark eyes were full of complex emotions intertwined, it seemed like there were two voices arguing endlessly in his heart, and his thoughts were also ups and downs.
The carriage was quiet for a long time, and just when Ye Yu was a little worried about whether she had guessed wrongly about Xuan Yi's feelings for her in this life, she saw the person sitting across from her suddenly reach out her hand and grabbed it. her wrist.
Ye Yu was startled.
"-His Majesty?"
Xuan Yi raised his eyes to look at her, the corners of his lips curled up slowly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"Isn't Sister Ye Yu good at fortune-telling?"
He pinched the place where the skin of the two touched with deep meaning.
"Then do the math, what am I thinking, what am I going to do, what am I already knowing, and what am I hiding from you?"
"As long as you can figure it out, it can't be taken as me telling you, can it?"