Long Yu thought about it, although he felt that what Wanyan Changfeng said might not be the case, but then he thought about it, so what if he went there himself? Not to mention that he couldn't beat it, even if he could win three at one time, this would be the case.

Not the way to solve the problem.

With a long sigh, Long Yu followed Wanyan Changfeng into the house with his head hanging down, picked up the booklet with the quilt still on the bedside, and said, "Master, look... we accidentally found the notes of the owner of this house.

I think people are so capable, I should be very famous. Do you know him?"

Wanyan Changfeng had already entered the room and was attracted by the roof. When he was about to find the warmth of the room, he was even more interested.

He took the booklet handed over by Long Yu, touched it on it, and said, "The person who built this house is indeed a master. There are very few people who know how to make leather scrolls. There are only three or five in this world.

This roll is mixed with cowhide and sheepskin and glued together. Although it is very troublesome to make, it is very resistant to preservation. When written on it, it will not fade for a long time."

"Yeah." Long Yu said: "I think I am a master, Master, look, there is..."

Long Yu said, pausing for a moment. She heard something sound outside the room. She thought about it and sighed. She rubbed her forehead that felt a little painful.

Is this really a fight outside? Long Yu is not very clear about what weapon Dan Shu uses, but Long Yu is still a little familiar with the sound of Mo Li's sword. Three people, is this a group fight?

In the middle, there was a squeaking sound of mice. Even if these three people fought, they probably didn't have any murderous aura. The mice might think they were having fun. They were quite excited to watch it.

He rubbed his forehead. Looking at Wanyan Changfeng's appearance of nothing happening, he said helplessly: "Here, Master, can you recognize a famous seal?"

Although neither Long Yu nor Dan knew each other, they were not cultural people. They could not recognize them, and Wanyan Changfeng might not be able to recognize them.

Wanyan Changfeng put the Zhang in front of him and looked carefully. He looked at him with a sudden realization: "It turns out that Zhuge Qingfeng was the last to live in seclusion in this snow-capped mountain in the northern country."

"Zhuge Qingfeng?" Long Yu turned his head: "Who is it?"

"It is said to be a descendant of Zhuge Kongming." Wanyan Changfeng said: "In a legend, he is very capable and almost omnipotent, and he is the most skilled and skillful craftsman. He can make wooden oxes and horses, and sprinkle beans to become soldiers..."

Long Yu was speechless. Do these two words mean the same? What can be made of wooden ox and horses mean is the ingenious technology, and sprinkling beans into soldiers. This is all nonsense.

Wanyan Changfeng also smiled: "There are also people who can call the wind and rain to heaven and earth. Anyway, a person's reputation spreads, and the more he spreads, it becomes more and more bizarre. He has everything he says. When I was with the army, it was also

There are all things I say, but later, even I felt that I could do everything... It's ridiculous that the world is so big, and there are people who can really do everything."

Long Yu smiled and said, "This is true for the rumors." One thing is spread to ten thousand times, but in the end it was lost. Especially in this era without science, the people have a higher trust in ghosts and gods, and the country not only does not

It will stop superstition, but instead promote the idea of ​​God's empowerment. It is not surprising that it is a heavenly soldier and general.

Wanyan Changfeng said: "Zhuge Qingfeng was a person from hundreds of years ago. He made a statement that he had been prosperous for a while, but he disappeared after about thirty years. It is said that he served as a queen of the ancient desert country, and later the queen's

The country was in turmoil, and the queen led a team of people to disappear in the vast snow-capped mountains."

Wanyan Changfeng was talking to Long Yu while flipping through notes without any effect. His speed at reading was not as fast as Long Yu and Danshu. They followed the two of them for a long time and turned the page, but there were still some words.

I have to guess at it. After all, Zhuge Qingfeng is not from Dongjin. Although the words he uses are very similar to those of Dongjin today, there are still different things.

When Wanyan Changfeng started to flip, Long Yu had seen it. After a while, he flipped it back. The more he looked, the more he felt a sudden expression on his face. Long Yu was curious and came over, but he really couldn't keep up with that.

Speed, after reading a few words on a page, I turned over again, and felt like a scanner. As long as it appeared in my eyes, I could see it directly into my mind.

I felt strange in my heart, and Long Yu couldn't help but say, "Master, what are you talking about?"

Wanyan Changfeng smiled and said while flipping through the last few pages, "Well, I didn't expect that Zhuge Qingfeng was a master who loved beauty but not the country. At that time, there was indeed some problems in the country, but it was not an external enemy.

Invasion is an internal hatred. The queen wanted to set up a new door, so she brought a lot of jewelry and talented people to cross the snow mountain and find the other side of the snow mountain. It is said to be a rich and rich place. Who knew that the team met in the snow mountain.

The avalanche was wiped out, leaving only Zhuge Qingfeng and the heroine to escape, and were washed to this place, and then they lived here."

Long Yu looked up at the roof that was shining brightly in the sunlight during the day. When she looked at the passage and the house, she felt that she was really a person of thought. Now, what Wanyan Changfeng said was a genius.

Men do it for their beloved woman, and they just think that all this is really happy.

Even though there is no one in the deep snow-capped mountains, there is such a affectionate man with him, and this man is not a mediocre person. He can arrange his life in such a bitter and cold place so warmly and romantically, and his daily life is naturally not bad.

, The so-called envy only mandarin ducks but not immortals, but the couple of gods and fairies are just like this.

Wanyan Changfeng finished the booklet, put it together, took the map and spread it out, and started to think hard.

Long Yu stared at Wanyan Changfeng with his chin for a while, and said, "Master..."

Wanyan Changfeng waved his hand: "They should have fought almost the same thing, you go and take a look... I'll study this map, Zhuge Qingfeng said, in a hurry. They only brought down a very small part of the treasure, the remaining big ones.

Part of it was buried in the snow-capped mountains on the spot, and a map was left behind, marking the place where the treasure was located. This picture... Zhuge Qingfeng is a master of research on institutions, and this picture must be very interesting."

Long Yu stared at Wanyan Changfeng for a while, but he was very calm and did not feel embarrassed about what he said. He just asked her to stay away from the battlefield and let those men fight by themselves. Now he found something he wanted to study.

, I just wanted to send her to the battlefield.

However, Wanyan Changfeng had been completely immersed in his own world and had no time to pay attention to Long Yu's resentful gaze. Long Yu thought about it and still went out secretly.

Although she didn't want to think about it, she was still worried in her heart. I don't know what these three people were like. No matter who was injured, it was not good. She was also... reluctant to let it go.

The so-called palms and backs are all flesh, Long Yu really has a personal experience now.

The wind was still rustling outside the door. Long Yu shivered when he went out. Just as he was thinking about his mind, he lowered his head and turned around the corner of the house. Suddenly he heard a cold and unhappy voice: "Why are you coming out again?

It's so cold outside."

Long Yu was startled and looked up. He saw that Mo Li and the other two had finished fighting at some point. They were turning from the corner of the house. Long Yu rushed over with his head down from here and almost hit his face.

Face.

Long Yu was scared and looked up unnaturally. He secretly glanced at the three people. Fortunately, he couldn't see that he was injured. But I think although they didn't like each other, they always had concerns and would not be able to live or die.

Fight against each other.

Long Yu was a little embarrassed and said, "I'll take a look at you... Mr. Wanyan is studying the map left by Zhuge Qingfeng and drove me out."

"The map left by Zhuge Qingfeng?" Jiufang Xia frowned: "Is it the descendant of Zhuge who is known as the world's number one strategist?"

"It should be." Long Yu thought: "I don't know what title he has, but when I heard Wanyan Changfeng's tone, I seemed to admire her very much. Do you still remember that picture, Mo Li? When I was in the desert, do you still remember it.

Tang Feng once gave me a picture, and the one I asked me to put on it was the picture, which was the treasure map left by Zhuge Qingfeng, with treasures buried in the ancient desert country on it."

When Long Yu talked about Tang Feng, Mo Li felt a little heavier when he thought of the part in the desert. At that moment, Long Yu was full of love for him and wanted to stay with him and accompany him.

There is no Jiufang Xia, no Danshu, only each other.

Even if time goes back and gives him a chance to choose, he will not be able to abandon everything and go far away from Long Yu.

The mouse shook his tail and followed the few people. He had just played with it. He was very lively and didn't feel unhappy. So he was very happy, and even the depression and depression of yesterday dissipated.

Seeing that the three of them had finished fighting, none of them were okay, Long Yu felt relieved, turned around and walked back, and said casually: "I'll come out and see you, you... are fine."

"It's okay." Jiufangxia's voice came from the side: "We have already agreed."

"Huh?" Long Yu couldn't help but blurted out: "What should I discuss?"

Jiufang Xia Liangliang smiled: "In the future, we will take turns to sleep on one, two, and three. We will let you rest for five days, and there is still one day in the middle. We must let the princess sing and sing every night, and there is no room for free, so we will never let the good night be disappointed.

Beautiful scenery.”

There is no saying that one week or seven days a week in this era, but the imperial court stipulates that one day off every five days is called "five-day break". The so-called Sunday is called a day off.

Together... Together, Long Yu staggered forward and looked back at the three serious men with expressionless expressions. He really wanted to spit a mouthful of blood on their faces. You still beat him up and die together. (To be continued
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