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 shield, encompassing the wooden box.
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 makes Mr. Qian laugh."
Qianye sensed it for a moment, and realized that the light shield was indeed isolating the inside and outside. He couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart. The blows of the strong warriors had the ability to affect the field more or less, and when Wei Bainian created such a light shield, it was obvious that
Control of the Force has reached a state 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 inspection. He looked solemnly 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. There are weak Force lights 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 squarely.
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? But when he saw Wei Bainian's excited and serious expression
It looked like Qianye wisely swallowed it all in his heart no matter what 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 cloud smoke! It is actually the leftover one used by King Ji back then. I never thought that such a treasure would actually appear.
In front of my eyes! Do you know the beauty of this cloud?"
Although Qianye had read the item manual, he had already realized that it was best not to show off in front of an expert like Wei Bainian, so he just smiled and did not answer.
And Wei Bainian had no intention of listening to Qianye's answer. His question seemed to be just a preface to his long and endless talk: "This piece of cloud and smoke, judging from the pattern, is the pattern of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. It should be the thirteen pieces of cloud and smoke handmade by King Ji."
One. Its advantage lies in..."
Wei Bainian talked for more than half an hour, and Qianye finally understood that this Prince Yi was from the imperial family, a master of the previous dynasty, and was famous for his calligraphy and painting. The hand-made ink and pen were just playthings of his own whim, and they were actually considered trivial. However,
Even half a piece of residual ink is worth tens of thousands of gold. The price doesn't matter, the key is that even if you have money, you can't buy it. As soon as King Ji used the ink treasure, it has long been the treasure of the imperial family and the noble family. There is no chance of it being born.
?
Qianye kept listening quietly, but he still couldn't understand in his heart. Even if it was a relic from everyone in the previous dynasty, it was rare and rare, how could it make someone like Wei Bainian act out of character.
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 will be enough. Conciseness and accuracy will be effective. As for whether the ink marks are yin and yang.
, Yunzheng Xiawei, what’s the big deal?
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 very 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 Yunyan shows his intention! How many young people have never even 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 various calligraphers and painters in the history of the Qin Dynasty. This time, it was not limited to King Ji.
, but everyone in the past has commented on it.
It was obvious that Wei Bainian was obsessed with calligraphy and painting. He actually kept talking until lunch time when Qianye barely spoke to him. He cooked the food himself with great interest, preparing four dishes and adding a pot of delicious food.
Wine, invite you to drink together for thousands of nights.
Fortunately, Wei Bainian did not talk about calligraphy and painting during the meal. Instead, he talked about some past battles with the dark race. He finally returned to a topic that Qianye was familiar with. Of course, the experience of a warrior is precious, and Qianye often has it.
Without a hint of understanding, 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 division commander, what are you going to do next?"
Qianye sighed in his heart. Although the method of "just follow him" was not wrong, as a general, Wei Bainian also had the determination not to be influenced by external things. From this point of view, Wei Bainian should have followed the Marquis of Wei to Yong.
Ye Dalu walked around and made a gesture to bring Wei Potian back. As for a third-rate defense zone, the Wei family didn'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 what method to use to impress him. He continues to guess the answer in order to cater to him.
Wei Bainian’s preference, looking 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 was young and laughed, "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, it cannot be easily obtained by the dark race.
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 responsibilities.”
Wei Bainian's eyes flickered and he asked: "Are you... planning to coexist 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 become stronger until one day I can return.
Come here and take back everything that was lost from my hands from the dark race."
"Don't be swayed by one city or one place, or the gains and losses 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 praise came out of the blue, making 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, "General Wei is ready to stay?"
"Anyway, there are battlefields everywhere. 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."
Having said that, Wei Bainian picked up the wooden box with half of Yunyanmo in it, carefully put it away, 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 determined to find this
If it’s something, I’ll 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 walked slowly on the streets of Heiliu City. He did not go into the alleys, but walked along the main road of this neighborhood and looked around.
Like 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, when some soldiers with live ammunition walk by, the atmosphere always feels a little tense.
There is lingering tension, but ordinary residents are forgetful. To them, the city manager is an abstract noun. 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 a certain 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 are not the atmosphere before the real war. Now even the civilians 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
There is no real experience of 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 nothing more than a barren land.
Battle after battle. If a real war is fought in Evernight, the results may not be worth the cost of the war. The real front lines of the battle between the empire and the dark races are mostly on other continents.
What is real war?
In Qianye's short military career, he only experienced this indirectly once. As a rookie at the time, he was not qualified to enter the battlefield at all, so he was assigned to a military base near the front line as a guard. That base was used by big shots who went to the battlefield.
The temporary stop is for final rest and recuperation. After leaving here, it means entering the forward battlefield.
In just one week, Qianye saw three groups of seventeen generals gathering here and going to the battlefield. In the end, less than one-third of them came back. And this base was just one of many such bases.
one.
In this way, Qianye realized for the first time how cruel the war with the dark race was. This was also a process that every rookie, including him, had to go through.
In fact, Qianye also noticed that both Wei Potian and Song Zining's true attitude towards the upcoming war in Yongye Continent was extremely dignified and serious. And he had the same feeling just now from Wei Bainian's last few words.
There is some feeling in the words.
Qianye watched the flow of people passing by in ecstasy, 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.