Wei Bainian carefully took out the black lacquered wooden box and placed it on a brocade forging, then rubbed his hands together, a faint yellow light rose from between his palms, gradually expanding into a one-meter-square light shield, enclosing the wooden box.
Wei Bainian explained: "If the things inside are to be preserved well, they cannot see the wet or the light. Therefore, when appreciating, you need to use the force to isolate them. It made Master Qian laugh."
Qianye sensed it for a while, and the mask really isolated the inside and outside. He couldn't help but move slightly, a single blow from a warrior has more or less the ability to affect the field, and Wei Bainian created such a mask, it is obvious that the control of the original force has reached perfection.
At this time, Wei Bainian's attention was all focused on the small box in front of him, and he didn't care about Qianye's exploration at all. With a solemn expression as if he was doing a very important job, he lowered his hand and gently pushed open the lid of the box.
There is a jade frame placed in the lacquer box, and the four corners have faint light of original force occasionally flashing past, obviously it is an array of original force. Bright yellow brocade was laid out on the jade stand, and a piece of smoked ink was placed squarely in the center. It was a half-used piece of residual ink, and on the remaining half there were three clear, elongated characters: Handmade by You.
Holding his breath, Wei Bainian leaned over and got close to the half of the smoke and ink, watching carefully without even turning his eyes.
Although Qianye already knew that there was a piece of ancient ink in it, and it had a good history and was of high value, but after seeing the real thing, he was still very surprised that it was a half-used leftover? However, seeing Wei Bainian's excited and serious appearance, Qianye wisely swallowed all doubts in his heart.
After a long time, Wei Bainian straightened up, closed the lid of the lacquer box, and then dared to let out a long breath, and sighed: "Exquisite Yunyan! It's actually left over from the king's use. I didn't expect such a treasure to actually appear. In front of my eyes! Do you know the beauty of this cloud?"
Although Qianye has read the item manual, he has already realized that it is best not to show off in front of experts like Wei Bainian, so he just smiled and did not answer.
And Wei Bainian didn't mean to listen to Qianye's answer, his question seemed to be just for the purpose of his long-winded discussion below: "This piece of cloud and smoke looks like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers from the pattern, and it should be thirteen pieces of cloud and smoke made by King Ji." One. Its benefits lie in... "
Wei Bainian talked for more than half an hour, Qianye only understood that this noble king is of the blood of the imperial family, he is a master of the former dynasty, and is famous for calligraphy and painting. Hand-made ink and brushes are just playthings that he created out of his passion, and they are actually small ways. However, even half a piece of residual ink is worth tens of thousands of gold. The price doesn't matter, the key is that you can't buy it even if you have money. As soon as Ji Wang used his calligraphy, it had long been a treasure of the imperial family and noble families. How could there be a chance to be born
Qianye maintained a posture of listening quietly, but he still couldn't understand in his heart, even if it was a relic of the previous dynasty, it was rare and rare, how could it make someone like Wei Bainian behave uncharacteristically.
In Qianye's eyes, ink is just ink, making all kinds of patterns is flashy and useless on the battlefield. If you write an urgent military situation, a few lines are enough, concise and accurate will be effective. As for whether the ink marks are in harmony with each other, what does it matter
This kind of thing can only be played by people like Wei Bainian who came from a wealthy family since childhood.
Wei Bainian didn't stop talking until he had his fill of it. At this time, he looked at Qianye quite differently, and said with a smile: "Young Master Qian is indeed a fellow."
Qianye suddenly felt his back sweating, and said, "I don't really know much about these..."
Wei Bainian waved his hand, and said: "Mr. Qian, why is he so humble, just taking out this half piece of cloud smoke is enough to show his intentions! How many young people have never even heard of such a rare treasure."
Qianye felt extremely guilty after being told that, and felt that the expression on his face must be a little stiff. Wei Bainian, on the other hand, was out of control, and immediately began to talk about his opinions and preferences for the great calligraphers and painters in the history of the Great Qin Dynasty.
It could be seen that Wei Bainian was obsessed with the way of calligraphy and painting, and when Qianye hardly spoke to him, he actually kept talking until lunch time. He cooked himself with undiminished interest, prepared four dishes, added a jug of good wine, and invited Qianye to have a drink together.
Fortunately, during the meal, Wei Bainian did not talk about calligraphy and painting, but talked about some past events of fighting against the dark race, and finally returned to a topic familiar to Qianye. The experience of a warrior is of course precious, and Qianye often has Without a clever understanding, the two chatted quite happily.
However, Qianye noticed a detail, the wooden box was still on the coffee table, and Wei Bainian didn't intend to put it away, so his heart sank slightly.
Wei Bainian looked where Qianye's eyes went, smiled faintly, and suddenly asked: "If I refuse to take the position of teacher commander, what are you going to do next?"
Qianye sighed in his heart, although the method of "following what he likes" is not wrong, but Wei Bainian, as a general, also has the determination not to be moved by foreign objects. From this point of view, Wei Bainian should follow Wei Hou to the Yongye Continent to make a gesture so as to bring Wei Potian back. As for a third-rate defense zone, the Wei family didn't care much about it.
Although Wei Bainian's question didn't completely block the way, but at this moment, Qianye, who was not good at persuading people with eloquence, didn't know what method to use to impress him. Continue to guess the answer to cater to Wei Bainian's preference, and look forward to the chance that may or may not exist
Qianye suddenly felt that this wasn't his nature, he couldn't talk about calligraphy and painting, and couldn't comment on other people's hobbies, but Wei Bainian had his own answer and position on this question.
Qianye raised his head, his eyes were clear and he said calmly: "I will still establish a mercenary regiment and try my best to defend Heiliu City."
Wei Bo smiled youngly, "What do you use for defense? Just rely on those hundreds of seeds?" There was no malicious sarcasm in his words, just like a veteran facing a rookie who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.
Qianye didn't care about Wei Bainian's unceremonious tone, and just said: "Whether it's okay or not, you have to fight it. This is a city with tens of thousands of people. No matter whether it can be defended or not, the dark race cannot be easily obtained. I don't think I can change the outcome of the war, but since I started this matter, at least I must fulfill my due responsibilities."
Wei Bainian's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Are you... intending to live and die with Heiliu City?"
Qianye shook his head, and said, "Oh, of course not. I will fight until I can't do anything, and then break out. Only by living can I kill more enemies. As long as I am alive, I will continue to become stronger, until one day I will come back Come here and take back from the dark race everything that was lost from me."
"Don't think about one city or one place, gain or lose for a moment, look at thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, fight when you are fighting, and have a basis for advancing and retreating! This is the style of a general!" Wei Bainian's praise came so suddenly that Qianye was slightly taken aback.
Wei Bainian patted Qianye's shoulder and said, "Let's see how this war will end!"
It took Qianye a while to react, "General Wei is going to stay?"
"Anyway, there are battlefields everywhere, and there is no difference between fighting here and fighting in other places. I heard that the situation here is not trivial recently, and it has alarmed many big shots. I really want to see what kind of surprises there will be."
After that, Wei Bainian picked up the wooden box with half of the cloud and smoke ink, carefully put it away, and said with a smile: "Although this little thing is not enough to make me change my mind, it can't do without it. Since you are so determined to find this Things, then I will accept it bluntly!"
"Of course." Qianye finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Since Wei Bainian accepted the things, it was a formal acceptance of the matter.
After Qianye came out of Wei Bainian's residence, he walked slowly on the streets of Heiliu City. He didn't go into the alley, but walked and watched along the main road of this block.
Here is the same as the Dark Blood City, because the situation in the wilderness is gradually tense, so the population gathered in the city has obviously increased. Although the shadow of Wu Zhengnan's incident had not completely faded away a few days ago, when some soldiers with live ammunition walked by, there was always a lingering tension in the atmosphere, but ordinary residents were forgetful. For them, the administrator of a city is an abstract term, and it doesn't matter who is in power as long as taxes remain the same and order is maintained.
The tense atmosphere in the wilderness has also more or less affected the city. The low-quality small bars are more crowded than before. It's only two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun has not completely disappeared, and there are crooked drunks on the street.
However, in Qianye's eyes, these hustle and bustle were not the atmosphere before the real war. Now even the common people know that the Three Rivers County where the Black Stream City is located and the Panshi Territory where the Dark Blood City is located nearby may soon have a war, but most of them have no real experience in facing the war.
Bloody conflicts occur all the time on the Eternal Night Continent, but this abandoned land of the Qin Empire is also a barren land in the eyes of the dark races on the upper continent. Although life here is hard and resources are scarce, those so-called battles are just battles. In a real war in Evernight, the result might not be worth the cost of the war. Most of the real frontlines of the confrontation between the empire and the dark races are still on other continents.
What is real war
In Qianye's short military career, he only experienced it indirectly once. As a rookie at the time, he was not qualified to step into the battlefield at all, and was assigned to a military base near the front line as a guard. That base is a temporary stop for the big shots on the battlefield for the final rest. After leaving here, it means entering the forward battlefield.
In just one week, Qianye saw three batches of seventeen generals gather here and go to the battlefield, but less than one-third of them returned in the end. And this base is just one of many such bases.
In this way, Qianye realized for the first time how cruel the war with the dark race was. This is also the process that every rookie must go through, including him.
In fact, Qianye also noticed that no matter Wei Potian or Song Zining, their true attitudes towards the upcoming war in the Eternal Night Continent were extremely dignified and serious. And the same feeling, he just experienced it from Wei Bainian's last few words.
Qianye was fascinated by the flow of people passing by, and suddenly thought, if the storm is inevitable, then after the wind stops and the rain stops, how much of this chaotic but orderly street scene will remain
War is like a furnace, and genius is like ore. Countless ores are poured in, only a few will be smelted into real gold, and most of them will become slag, discarded, and then forgotten.