Monarch of Evernight: Exit 118 Lobbyists

bsp;Wei Bainian carefully took out the black lacquered wooden box and placed it on a piece of brocade. Then he rubbed his hands. A faint yellow light rose between his palms and gradually expanded into a one-meter-square light mask. The box is included.

Wei Bainian explained: "If the things inside are to be well preserved, they must not be exposed to moisture or light, so they need to be isolated with the force when appreciating them. This made Mr. Qian laugh."

Qianye sensed it for a moment and realized that the light mask was indeed isolating the inside and outside. He couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart. A strong warrior's blow had more or less the ability to affect the field. And when Wei Bainian created such a mask, it was obvious that his control over the force had reached the realm of transformation.

At this time, Wei Bainian focused all his attention on the small box in front of him, not paying any attention to Qianye's exploration. He looked solemn as if he was carrying out a very important task, and gently pushed open the lid of the box.

There is a jade frame placed in the lacquer box, and there is a faint force light occasionally flashing through the four corners, which is obviously a force array. The jade frame is covered with bright yellow brocade, and in the center, a piece of smoke and ink is placed neatly. It was a piece of remnant ink that had been used less than half of the time. On the remaining half, there were three clear, slim and small characters: Ji handmade.

Wei Bainian held his breath and leaned over, getting closer to the half of the smoke, and looked at it carefully without even moving his eyes.

Although Qianye had long known that there was a piece of ancient ink inside, and that it was of good origin and valuable, he was still very surprised when he saw the real thing. It turned out to be a half-used piece of leftovers? However, seeing Wei Bainian's excited and serious look, Qianye wisely swallowed all the questions he had.

After a long time, Wei Bainian straightened up and closed the lid of the lacquer box. Then he dared to take a long breath and sighed: "The best Yunyan! It's actually the leftovers that King Ji used back then. I didn't expect such a treasure to be available. It will really appear in front of me! Do you know the beauty of this cloud?"

Although Qianye had read the item manual, he had realized that it was best not to show off in front of an expert like Wei Bainian, so he just smiled and didn't answer.

And Wei Bainian didn't intend to listen to Qianye's answer. His question seemed to be just a preface to his long speech: "This piece of cloud smoke, judging from the pattern, is the pattern of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, it should be the handmade stone of King Ji." One of the three clouds. Its advantage is..."

Wei Bainian talked for more than half an hour, and Qianye finally understood that this Prince Ji was from the imperial family, a master of the previous dynasty, and was famous for his calligraphy and painting. Handmade ink and pens are just playthings of his own whim, in fact, they are considered a minor hobby. 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 King Ji used calligraphy, it had already become the treasure of the imperial family and noble families. How could there be a chance of it being released?

Qianye kept listening quietly, but he still couldn't understand in his heart. Even if it was a rare and rare relic from everyone in the previous dynasty, how could it make someone like Wei Bainian act abnormally.

In Qianye's eyes, ink is just ink, and making all kinds of patterns would be flashy and useless on the battlefield. If you are writing an emergency military report, a few lines are enough. Conciseness and accuracy are the only things that are effective. As for whether the ink marks are yin and yang, what does it matter?

Only people like Wei Bainian, who came from a noble family since childhood, could afford this kind of thing.

Wei Bainian kept talking until he was completely happy and then he stopped. At this time, he looked at Qianye with a quite different look, and said with a smile: "Young Master Qian is indeed a fellow-minded person."

Qianye suddenly felt sweat on his back and said: "I actually don't know much about these..."

Wei Bainian waved his hand and said: "Why should Mr. Qian be so humble? Just taking out this half piece of cloud is enough to show his intention! How many young people have never heard of such a rare treasure."

Qianye was said to be extremely guilty, and he felt that the expression on his face must be a bit stiff. Wei Bainian, on the other hand, lost control of his conversation and immediately began to talk about his opinions and preferences on the great calligraphers and painters in the history of the Qin Dynasty. This time, it was not limited to King Ji, but he also commented on all the great calligraphers and painters in the past dynasties.

It can be seen that Wei Bainian is obsessed with the art of calligraphy and painting. He actually kept talking until lunch time when Qianye barely spoke to him. He cooked himself with great interest, prepared four dishes, added a pot of good wine, and invited Qianye to drink together.

Fortunately, Wei Bainian did not talk about calligraphy and painting during the meal, but talked about some past battles with the dark race. Finally, he returned to a topic that Qianye was familiar with. The experience of a warrior is of course precious, and Qianye They often had unique understandings, and the two of them had a great time chatting.

However, Qianye noticed one detail. The wooden box was still placed on the coffee table. Wei Bainian had no intention of putting it away, and his heart sank slightly.

Wei Bainian looked where Qianye's eyes were, smiled faintly, and suddenly asked: "If I refuse to take over the position of teacher, what are you going to do next?"

Qianye sighed in his heart. Although the method of "doing what he likes" was correct, Wei Bainian, as a general, also had the determination not to be influenced by external things. From this point of view, Wei Bainian should have followed Wei Hou on a tour of Yongye Continent to make a gesture in order to bring Wei Potian back. As for a third-rate defense zone, the Wei family doesn't really care.

Although Wei Bainian's question has not completely blocked the road, at this moment, Qianye, who is not good at persuading people with eloquence, does not know how to impress him. Continue to guess the answer to cater to Wei Bainian's preferences and look forward to that glimmer of opportunity that may or may not exist?

Qianye suddenly felt that this was not his nature. He could not speak about calligraphy and painting, and could not comment on other people's hobbies. However, he had his own answer and stance to Wei Bainian's question.

Qianye raised his head, his eyes were clear and he said calmly: "I will still establish a mercenary group and work hard to defend Black Current City."

Wei Bai young smiled, "What can we do to defend? Just rely on those hundreds of seeds?" There was a sarcasm in his words that was not malicious, just like a veteran facing a rookie who doesn't know the heights of the world.

Qianye didn't care about Wei Bainian's rude tone, and just said: "Whether it works or not, you have to fight it to know. This is a city with tens of thousands of people. No matter whether it can be defended or not, the dark race cannot let it go. I don’t think I can change the outcome of the war, but since it started from me, I must at least fulfill my due responsibility.”

Wei Bainian's eyes flickered and he asked: "Are you... planning to live and die with Heiliu City?"

Qianye shook his head and said: "Oh, of course not. I will fight until nothing can be done, and then break out. Only by living can I kill more enemies. As long as I live, I will continue to grow stronger until there is Come back here one day and take back everything that was lost from my hands from the dark race."

"Don't be influenced by one city or one place, or the honor and disgrace of a moment. Look at the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, fight when it's time to fight, and advance and retreat well-founded! This is the style of a general!" Wei Bainian's sudden praise made Qianye slightly stunned.

Wei Bainian patted Qianye on the shoulder and said: "Then let's see how this war will end!"

It took Qianye a while to react, "Is General Wei ready to stay?"

"Anyway, there are battlefields everywhere, and there is no difference between fighting here and fighting elsewhere. I heard that the recent situation here is extraordinary and has alarmed many big shots. I really want to see what kind of surprises there will be. ”

After saying that, Wei Bainian picked up the wooden box with half of Yunyanmo in it, put it away carefully, and said with a smile: "Although this little thing is not enough to make me change my mind, it won't work without it. Since you are so If you find this thing with your heart, I will accept it without mercy!”

"Of course." Qianye finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Since Wei Bainian accepted the things, he officially agreed to the matter.

After Qianye came out of Wei Bainian's residence, he slowly walked on the streets of Heiliu City. He did not go into the alley, but walked along the main street of this neighborhood and watched.

This is the same as Dark Blood City. As the situation in the wilderness gradually becomes tense, the population gathered in the city has obviously increased. Although the shadow of Wu Zhengnan's incident a few days ago has not completely faded away, and there is always a lingering tension in the atmosphere when some soldiers with live ammunition pass by, ordinary residents are forgetful. For them, the city manager is an abstract term. As long as taxes remain unchanged and order is maintained, it does not matter who is in power.

The tense atmosphere in the wilderness has also affected the city to some extent. The low-quality small bars are more crowded than before. At two o'clock in the afternoon, before the sun has completely disappeared, there are drunken people walking on the streets.

However, in Qianye's eyes, these noises were not the atmosphere before the real war. Even civilians now know that Sanhe County, where Blackstream City is located, and the nearby Rock Territory, where Darkblood City is located, may soon have a war, but most people have no experience in actually facing war.

Bloody conflicts occur all the time on the Evernight Continent, but this abandoned land of the Qin Empire is also a barren land in the eyes of the dark races in the upper continent. Although life here is hard and resources are scarce, those so-called battles are just battles. If we fight a real war in Yongye, the results may not be worth the cost of the war. The real front line of the battle between the empire and the dark races is mostly 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 enter the battlefield at all, so he was assigned to serve as a guard at a military base near the front line. That base is where the big shots on the battlefield temporarily stop for final rest and recuperation. Leaving here means entering the forward battlefield.

In just one week, Qianye saw three batches of seventeen generals gathering here and going to the battlefield. In the end, less than one-third of them came back. And this base is just one of many such bases.

Through this method, Qianye realized for the first time how cruel the war with the dark race was. This is also a process that every rookie, including him, must go through.

In fact, Qianye also noticed that both Wei Potian and Song Zining were extremely dignified and serious in their true attitude towards the upcoming war in Yongye Continent. And he had just experienced the same feeling from Wei Bainian's last few words.

Qianye watched the flow of people passing by in a trance, and suddenly thought, if the storm is inevitable, then how much of the chaotic but orderly street scene in front of him will remain after the wind and rain stop?

War is like a furnace, and genius is like ore. Countless ores are invested, only a few will be refined into real gold, and most will become slag, abandoned, and then forgotten.