SFS Chapter 135: Southern Country Convoy, Stage Play?
Chapter 135: Southern Country Convoy, Stage Play?
"Is this the Southern Country's convoy?"
Ling Yisheng noticed the symbol above.
"Oh, the Southland, that's really... a great place."
Wang Ye suddenly spoke up.
Thinking back to the gold I took away when I left, I feel so happy.
Although I lost it in the end...
But! It's no big deal! After all, I believe I pissed off the old man.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
“Kuhuhuhu, hahahahaha…”
Wang also laughed loudly in his soul space.
"Brother Lan, why does this look a bit disgusting?"
"Ah."
"No wonder my own daughter hates me."
Wukong and Lan complained on the sidelines, and Wang Ye was petrified on the spot.
“These guys.”
Ling Yisheng held his forehead with his hand and secretly followed the convoy.
The South Country is a good place, more than enough to avoid Tushan’s tracking.
After all, Wang Ye is his younger brother, so as the eldest brother, he still has to help clean up the mess.
Ling Yisheng thought about it and jumped back and forth among the trees.
In that lush, wooded forest, there is green grass and blooming flowers.
In this vibrant scene, a white figure was moving lightly through it. He was like a white cloud, floating leisurely in the woods.
The figure shimmered softly in the sunlight, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding green, but no one noticed anything wrong.
Now is a peaceful time, there are not many people in the delivery convoys, and those so-called guards have also lost their positions over the course of time and can only shine in other industries.
In peacetime, there are demon police officers who strictly control demons. It is no longer the era when robbers suddenly jump out on the road and shout: "I built this road, I planted this tree, if you want to pass through here, you have to leave money for passage."
No one would notice that the white figure moving through the woods was following the convoy.
Ling Yisheng stood on a towering tree, looking at the escort team of only two or three people, and sighed that times have changed, and this is no longer an era where people are in panic.
"Brother, what do you think would happen if we jumped out and pretended to be robbers?"
This thought suddenly popped into Wang Ye’s mind.
"you……"
Ling Yisheng was speechless for a while. What on earth was wrong with this guy's brain?
He is clearly a divine fortune teller who can calculate all the world's affairs, so why does he act like a half-grown child at times?
"Want to try?"
Wang Ye continued to speak, and Lan on the side couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
In the spiritual space, Lan covered Wang Ye's mouth and threw him to the ground.
"Brother Wang, since there are no more robbers in this world, it must be related to its excellent and strict laws. Do you want to bring my brother into an irretrievable situation?"
Wukong warned from the side.
Wang Ye stopped struggling and after thinking for a long time, he nodded.
Seeing this, Lan let him go.
Ling Yisheng continued to follow the convoy, but no longer concealing his figure and breath, and followed them through the woods to Nanguo City.
"Wang Ye, Lan, you have both been to the South Country. What kind of city is that?"
Ling Yisheng asked as they walked.
"It's very lively and covers as much territory as Yellow Wind City."
Wang Ye replied.
"Well... the guards... were rather lax."
Lan spoke lightly.
This is the two people's most profound impression of Nanguo City.
Judging from Wang Ye’s words, this Southland City is also quite prosperous. After all, it is the imperial capital. Now it is a peaceful time, so there must be no so-called guards anymore.
The fact was just as Ling Yisheng expected. The armed guards on both sides of the tall city wall gate were almost for show and did not hinder the convoy or Ling Yisheng personally in the slightest.
As you step into this city, you will be overwhelmed by the bustling atmosphere. On both sides of the street, there are rows of old houses. Although it is daytime, it is still bright and bustling.
The bustling crowds and the busy traffic are like a vivid urban painting. Walking along the wide streets, a variety of shops and stores come into view.
"It's not much different from the past. I didn't expect this place to still look like it did in ancient times."
Looking at the low houses around him, Wang Ye's voice rang out in Ling Yisheng's mind.
"The Demon Alliance shouldn't interfere with the infrastructure construction of a demon country."
Ling Yisheng said.
"If it's up to me, then of course not, but times have changed, I wonder what the Demon Alliance is like now."
Wang also revealed a hint of nostalgia in his tone. Perhaps what he missed was not the Demon Alliance, but the person who managed the Demon Alliance.
"What? Do you miss Tu Shan Hong Hong?"
Ling Yisheng teased.
"Ahahaha, I guess so."
He laughed heartily.
"Don't worry, when everything is settled, lovers will eventually get married."
Ling Yisheng comforted her.
But now there are powerful enemies watching outside, and no strong people inside to share the worries. Those who are capable should not be greedy for even a little bit of longing.
What's more, if the love between two people is long-lasting, why does it matter if they are together day and night?
"understand!"
Without saying anything more, Ling Yisheng came to a tavern and sat down in a secluded place.
"Sir, what kind of drink would you like?"
The waiter came running over happily and Ling Yisheng waved his hand.
"Just plain water."
"Hey, that's good."
As for the ways of the world, these days tea in many pubs does not require money, which is why Ling Yisheng dared to step into them.
He can't just eat and dine for free. As a good young man who has received nine years of compulsory education in the new century, how could he do such a thing?
The water came up quickly. There was only one pot of water, but it was enough.
He poured himself a cup, and steam rose up. It was hot water. This merchant was quite considerate.
"Hey, hey, do you want to watch this stage play?"
"Is that what you're talking about?"
"Of course! I got the news with great difficulty."
"I heard that the princess is the lead actress!"
"Damn it! Then we have to go and see something new?!"
The conversation between the two attracted the attention of other monsters and humans in the tavern. They gathered together and talked about the stage play.
The Princess of the Southern Kingdom starred in person, and it seemed like some earth-shattering event, which made several people marvel at it.
"Boss, pay attention."
Lan rarely spoke out to remind Ling Yisheng.
In Lan's time, the conversations of people around him would tell him about events that he had not noticed or seen in the government.
There were no stage plays at that time, only storytellers. Over time, the profession of storyteller also disappeared.
"You mean, we need to go to this stage play?"
Ling Yisheng keenly perceived what Lan meant.
"Ah."
The latter's answer confirmed his idea.
“But we have no money!”
Soul space, Ling Yisheng complained.
The other three looked at Ling Yisheng with strange eyes, which gave him goose bumps.
"Why...are you looking at me like that?"
He asked out loud.
Then...
"Hey wait! Holy shit I'm your boss!"
"As a student of nine-year compulsory education... well..."
Lan and Wang Ye tied Ling Yisheng up, while Wukong, who was standing beside them, was muttering something while tying him up.
Doraye, Namo, Aliya, Balukiti, Shobolaya, Bodhisattva, Mahasattva, Maha, Kalunikaya, Om, Svavarafaye, Sudhanatha, Namo, Sigirita, Imon Aliya, Balukiti, Shivra Lengdova, Namo, Narajinchi, Hilimaha, Padosamy, Sarvaat, Dusupon…
Damn the Great Compassion Mantra! Fortunately, this guy still remembers that he is a Buddhist!
"Wukong, come on!"
Wang Ye pointed, and Wukong understood.
"Amitabha……"
He put his hands together, and then his spirit came over him.
In the outside world, Ling Yisheng's aura changed, and the light of Buddha's nature covered his body. Even though his appearance did not change, he made people feel a little more kind.
At the table, Wukong drank cup after cup of water. After the group of people left, he stood up and followed them.
"Amitabha, thank you so much, donor."
Before leaving, he politely bowed to the waiter to thank him for the water.
The latter was confused. When did he receive a monk? And can a monk have hair? And wear white clothes?
Under his puzzled gaze, Wukong turned and left.
The Southern Empire City is huge, rooted in the center of Southern Empire City. The stage play is performed in the Imperial City, just slightly to the southwest.
At that time, the direction of Wuhuang Mountain was located on the border between the Southern Kingdom and the outside world, a place full of mystery and danger.
For some reason, it also possesses a kind of magic that keeps attracting people to it.
"If I hadn't met Qin Lan, maybe I would have gone to Wuhuang Mountain."
Wukong came to the top of the theater and looked at the towering mountains in the distance. Lan in the soul space spoke.
"Everything has its fate, everything has its cause, and there should be consequences in the world. Now that you have made your choice, there is no need to regret it."
Wukong laughed, then hid his whole body in it, fell down and followed the crowd into the theater.
There was still some time before the play started, and Wukong planned to observe the entire theater. For some reason, it seemed that something was attracting him, no, attracting this body.
The bound Ling Yisheng looked at everything happening outside with an indifferent expression. Will he be subdued? Please, if he wants to, no one in the world can be his opponent except Him.
But as a well-educated man, he naturally could not do such a thing on his own initiative, so he had to resort to this last resort. As you all saw, I was tied up and forced.
Backstage at the theater, Wukong stood there. Staff members one after another passed by him but no one or monster noticed him.
In front of him, there was a captivating figure with purple-red hair, golden eyes, and a scorpion decoration on his white left arm. He had tremendous demonic power, as if he had reached the level of a demon king, but he was surrounded by a sad atmosphere.
I saw a golden bell in her palm, tied with a red string. Judging from its aura, it was a magic weapon of high grade.
Wukong secretly wondered, and a red-gold flame appeared in his eyes.
"This magic weapon is incomplete? The aura flowing from it is... the power of a fox demon?"