SFS Chapter 12 The Book
Chapter 12 The Book
The devil world is coming to an end.
The previous Demon Lord was a fool who wished to have "Invincible" tattooed on his forehead; this Demon Lord is a little waste who will give up on his brother and never let go; the next successor is most likely squatting in the kitchen Xili One of the magic repairs who snort and eat noodles.
The three generations, the old, the middle and the young, were able to achieve the future that each of them had or was about to ruin the devil world.
Shen Quehan worried about them from the bottom of his heart, divided half of the noodles in his bowl to Nanfeng, and said lovingly: "Eat more, you can prolong your life when you are full. In order to continue the great cause of the demons, you must take care of yourself." Good health."
Nanfeng hadn't eaten seriously for a long time, and his appetite couldn't recover for a while, so he sipped the soup while holding a bowl, and gave him a puzzled look.
The two sat opposite each other on the couch in front of the window of Duxu Palace, Nanfeng took off his mask, the sunny light shone in through the window paper, through the hot mist, from Shen Quehan's angle, his eyelashes were so unbearably long. Like the words, when the eyes are downcast, they are calm and gentle, and have nothing to do with the legendary bloody devil.
"It's okay." The corners of his eyes rolled gently, "I'm going to take advantage of the good weather today, and I'm going to take a tour around the city, do you want to follow?"
This question is superfluous, Nanfeng is afraid that he will disappear in the blink of an eye, he swallowed the food in his mouth, and just about to answer, there are two crisp bells outside, and the guard reports through the door: "Your Majesty, Wu My lord is asking to see you, and I have something important to report."
Nan Feng's originally slightly curved lips straightened immediately.He has been very good at carrying since he was a child, and has always been self-sufficient. In the past 100 years of cultivation, he has become more and more moody. I can't bear it.
Shen Quehan was about to be laughed to death by him, and deliberately pretended not to understand, saying: "Since it's an important matter, please come in quickly, don't delay the business. You are busy, I will first—"
Nanfeng's hands were like lightning, he clasped his wrist firmly on the small table, and said quickly with a sullen face: "Last night, you said you would not leave me alone, so why don't you just say nothing today? Nothing in the city is serious. Senior brother won’t listen, senior brother doesn’t need to avoid it, I’ll go out with you after the deal is over.” Immediately after speaking, he raised his voice and said to the outside: “Tell him to come in.”
While waiting for someone, Shen Quehan quickly pressed the mask onto his face, and said with a smile: "Ancestor, are you clinging to others, or are you blackmailing?"
Wu Du had already heard what happened last night and this morning from Xi Ling. He entered the door with his head bowed, lowering his eyes very respectfully, as if he didn't see the two chattering: "See you, Mr. Shen."
Nanfeng: "What's the matter?"
Wu Du replied sternly: "The few Nanming Pavilion monks who broke into the city gate the day before yesterday were subdued. This morning, I asked the jailer to pass me a letter, saying that they are willing to write a letter back to the sect to ask for a ransom. In addition, a group of Nanming Pavilion monks entered from the south recently. Xuzhou is looking around for the whereabouts of these people."
Nanfeng tapped the table regularly with his fingertips: "I've always forgotten to ask, Nanming Pavilion is located in the southwest, thousands of miles away from Songhua City, the two sides have no grievances in the past and have no enmity in the present, and they are very good. Why did they call?"
"Uh……"
Wu Du secretly raised his eyelids, glanced at Shen Quehan delicately, and said after deliberation: "The young monk who takes the lead is Zhou Huan, the young master of Nanming Pavilion. Miss Song Lingbo. On the [-]th day of last month, Miss Song San secretly ran away from the sect with her attendants on her back and has not returned yet. Zhou Huan heard the news of her disappearance and decided that she was caught and detained by us, so he brought the guards here Call for someone."
Shen Quehan wondered: "What do you mean, did we have any problems with Qianzhongmen before?"
Hearing that he followed Wudu and said "we", Nanfeng rolled his eyes, tightened his hand slightly, and replied calmly on behalf of Wudu: "No. Although Zhuang Ruofu voted for them, for your sake, I have been trying to Avoid it, never faced it head-on."
Wu Du sighed sadly: "As Your Majesty said, it's not because of enmity. This matter is absurd to say, it's really a scapegoat that fell from the sky, and it can kill people unjustly—has Mr. Shen heard of Biwu City? "
Shen Quehan nodded, deliberately bent his fingers to scratch Nanfeng's palm, and said, "Forget the Words Academy."
He said in his heart that not only did I know, but I personally sent your lord into it.
Nan Feng turned his face to look at him, his eyes were speechless and enthusiastic, and he tapped his wrist lightly with a smile.
"Forgetting Words Academy has always been known for its strict rules and regulations. Each sect of Immortal Dao sends a large number of disciples to study and receive education every year. Once these young disciples enter Biwu City, they are like wild horses on the reins. Therefore, Biwu City has another The nickname is 'Jin Rein City'."
"Scholars gathered in Jinzhan City, and there were many study rooms. For entertainment, some monks wrote a lot of scripts anonymously. There are all kinds of them. Some of them are very popular, and even popular in the surrounding cities. Fans are vying to read them and buy them."
Shen Quehan also bought a few books when he was in Biwu City, but they were all chivalrous legends, at most there were one or two eclectic texts in them, and there seemed to be no wonderful plots that people couldn't help themselves, so I couldn't help but ask a question : "What story is it writing?"
Wu Du didn't dare to look at Nan Feng's face at all, his voice was a little lower, and he said vaguely: "It's just some fairy ghosts... such and such... stories."
"How?"
Wu Du: "It's about falling in love and killing each other, reunion after a broken mirror, encounter by fate, special liking..."
The more he spoke, the lower his voice was, because black air had already begun to emit from behind Nanfeng.
Shen Quehan was obviously overwhelmed by the rich variety, and after a pause he asked, "What does this have to do with Miss Song San?"
Wu Du wept sadly, and said: "Miss Song San is obsessed with this kind of story books, especially the demons and the masters of the demon world described in them. I heard that there are thousands of story books and various embroidered portraits in her family... so she left home this time. After leaving, Qianzhong Gate and Nanming Pavilion guessed that she actually wanted to come to Songhua City..."
Shen Quehan gave a meaningful "oh", and finally understood the meaning behind what he said: "This master of the demon world, I think it is us, I am afraid that the one who has traveled thousands of miles to Songhua City in these years may not be Miss Song San is not the only one, right?"
"..."
Nanfeng pursed his lips tightly, Wudu was like a glow on his back, wishing he could stick his head into the cracks in the ground.
No answer is the most obvious answer.
Shen Quehan admired the guilty look of the two of them for a while, sneered for a while, and said coolly: "Those scripts are not written by us to make your name famous, but the author used his identity to make up stories. Those who don’t believe in reading books are fools, and when they see a demon, they take it seriously; take a step back, even if Ms. Song San is really a fool, and ran away from home because of a book, it’s because Qian Zhongmen’s family didn’t teach well. What’s the same with Songhua City? Relationship? What kind of thing is Nanming Pavilion, they also have faces to ask for someone?"
When Wu Du heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and straightened his back: "Mr. Shen really understands people! Although we are demons, we have a lot of bad names in the world, but we have always obeyed the restraint of the lord, and never There have been such things as bullying men and women, I can only hate those immortals who don't distinguish between black and white, and charge us with any crimes that have no trace..."
"Okay," Nanfeng interrupted his whining, and calmly said, "What are you doing with those fools? They are not people who are willing to listen to others, so why bother themselves? Now that we have figured out the ins and outs, let them Write a letter to the sect, what you want, you can decide for yourself, the money and the goods will be paid, and these evils will be sent away as soon as possible."
Wu Du bowed in response, but Shen Quehan suddenly said, "Wait."
Nanfeng: "What's wrong?"
"Remember to order special food products. There is not much food in the city. If you don't supply any more, everyone will have to drink the northwest wind." I want a magic weapon, the Qingluan Mirror from Nanming Pavilion—after all, Zhou Huan is a young master of a faction, so it would be too humiliating to his status if he only needs some money, and he would be ashamed if he said it later."
"..." Wu Du praised from the bottom of his heart: "You are so considerate."
Nan Feng's eyebrows twitched, he suppressed a smile, and said calmly as much as possible: "It's hard to be a teacher...Mr. Shen is very thoughtful. If everyone in the Nanming Pavilion can appreciate this hard work, they will be deeply moved. Let's do it like this."
"Your subordinate obeys orders." Wu Du bowed, and said one extra sentence for the first time, "Please rest assured, your lord and Mr. Shen, it should be ours, and your subordinates will definitely come back without missing a single thing."
After he completely exited the hall, Nan Feng couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.Shen Quehan finally got away from his grasp, rubbed his wrist, and glanced at him: "Still laughing, the majestic Demon Lord has been bullied to the door."
Nan Feng raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes were as gentle as his tone: "It's all small things."
It was indeed a trivial matter, as small as a thorn, obviously it would not cause him any bleeding damage, it was just choked in his heart and tortured him, he could not cry out the pain, he should not be serious, otherwise it would only lead to louder ridicule.
In fact, it is a gratifying thing for someone to notice.
But Shen Quehan has this ability. He can not only heal the deepest pain in his heart, but also quickly remove annoying burrs for him.
"Didn't you say you want to go out for a stroll?" Nan Feng stood up, straightened his clothes, and stretched out his hand to him, "Let's go, I'll accompany you."
Shen Quehan stopped rubbing his wrist.
Nanfeng didn't hide or evade, and waited for him calmly. After a while, Shen Quehan couldn't escape, and couldn't do anything about him, so he had to put his hand over him, stood up with his strength, and sighed a long time He said: "It's a good thing Songhua City doesn't have spring, summer and autumn, otherwise you wouldn't be able to touch your senior brother's hand again today no matter what."
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Nanfeng: Let's hold hands!