The lights in Shen Xiyao's Xiu Building turned on again, and the shadowy figures were reflected on the window paper. Obviously, it was not Shen Xiyao's consciousness that woke up at this time.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the dark top of the bed. After a while, he turned over and only lit the lamp in the bedroom. He sat motionless in front of the dressing table, placing one hand on the table and shaking his head slightly. Trembling, eyes hollow, no focus at all.
What happened during the day was his most adventurous experience in the past two years since he came to this world. For the first time, he forcibly expelled Shen Xiyao's consciousness and seized control of her body while she was conscious.
This kind of behavior will definitely arouse the suspicion and attention of the ontology, which is contrary to his usual cautious approach. But there is nothing he can do.
Although I don’t know why I came to this world.
But since God has arranged for him to come, he can't just show up quietly every night like a mouse. Besides, he has been living like a mouse for almost two years, and he can only talk to a little maid every time. I dare not say more.
He is tired of this kind of life!
His consciousness and Shen Xiyao's ontological consciousness are two independent individuals. Their knowledge, habits, and specialties are different.
Under the subtle influence, it is not too difficult to slowly let the body accept his existence.
But it is more troublesome for the world to accept Shen Xiyao's inconsistent performance.
In this era when theories of gods and ghosts are prevalent, if a little girl like Shen Xiyao was said to be possessed by ghosts and gods, she might be burned to death.
By then, he didn't know what would happen to him, but a girl would be implicated, and even a family member would be buried with him.
If you want to avoid this result, you can only consider taking the upper-level route. Let Wei's court, from the emperor to the ministers, accept his existence, thereby ensuring the safety of him and Shen Xiyao. If you want to achieve this goal, you must let Wei The imperial court of the country knew that he was useful and had an irreplaceable role. Let the Wei court speak for him and Shen Xiyao from top to bottom.
That's why he took the risk to appear during the day, imitated Kuangsheng, and spoke arrogantly to attract the emperor's attention.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. It seemed that Kuang Sheng's move was quite popular with the ancients.
He looked up at the bronze mirror on the dressing table, and a beautiful face was clearly reflected in the mirror. He couldn't help complaining: Who said the bronze mirror can't reflect clearly? Although the mirror in front of him is not as detailed as the glass silver mirror. , but it can also be photographed clearly!
With a creak, Yun Xiang brought the tray in again. She looked at the dim outer room strangely. She placed the tray on the desk using the light from the inner room and approached Shen Xiyao.
"I brought the map."
"Let's leave it for now. I don't have the heart to read it today. When you have nothing to do during the day, you and Zi Ling carefully copied a copy and sent it back to the study."
"yes."
Yunxiang recalled what happened before and asked: "After dark, the lady asked me some questions. I..."
Yunxiang bit her lip tightly with her silver teeth, her expression was gloomy and uncertain, and finally she could only sigh.
"I didn't tell the truth to the lady and helped you cover it up."
As he spoke, tears flashed in his eyes.
Apparently, she helped others deceive her own lady, which made Yunxiang feel very guilty.
He stood up and patted Yunxiang's shoulder.
"I did this for the benefit of your young lady. You did nothing wrong."
"But you have to tell me something. If one day the lady finds out about this, I can't just know nothing."
But he fell silent.
yes!
In the almost two years since he came to this world, he has never said anything about himself.
The personal maids around Shen Xiyao had already discovered his existence because of their close companionship. At the beginning, he had frightened them with his talk of gods and ghosts. For Shen Xiyao's safety, they had no choice but to do it for themselves. Keep secrets.
Now that he has decided to walk under the sun, he will inevitably appear frequently. Shen Xiyao will definitely discover his existence.
The most troublesome thing is my own situation.
I only have one chance to go online every day, and the time I can go online is also limited. It is only three hours. In today's terms, it is only one and a half hours.
The online time cannot be accumulated yet. If you do not go online today, or there is not enough time to go online, you can still only go online once tomorrow, and you will still only have three hours.
So if you want to do something, Shen Xiyao's cooperation is essential. It's obviously impossible not to tell them anything.
"If you really can't hide it, just say my name is Mu Jianming."
After thinking for a long time, Mu Jianming finally said his name.
There is a mountain in the Yique Valley, thirty miles south of Luojing City, and the river meanders at the foot of the mountain.
There is a small village hidden in the mountain col. Outside the village, there is a waterwheel standing on the river bank, which keeps turning with the squeaking sound of the river water.
The farmers were busy with farm work in the fields using farm tools. The crops in the fields were growing in excellent condition, and the farmers' eyes were filled with the joy of welcoming a bumper harvest.
The village women gathered at the entrance of the village chatting, but they would not stop what they were doing. Several village women were about to get up and go home to prepare dinner.
The sound of children reading could be heard from the school in the village. Several workshops in the village were in full swing. The whole village was a peachland scene.
The village women who were chatting seemed to have heard something. The chatting slowly stopped, and they raised their ears and looked carefully for some sound.
"Dingling, dinging..."
A crisp sound of copper bells came from a distance, and the village women all looked towards the road leading out of the village. A carriage drove slowly towards the village. The bells tied to the horses' necks jingled as the horses moved.
There was a coachman sitting on the shaft of the carriage, leaning on the carriage, with one leg on the shaft and the other hanging naturally outside. He had a bamboo hat on his head, which was so low that he could not see the man's face. The grass stem was held in his mouth and kept shaking.
"It's Miss Li here."
The village women hurriedly stopped what they were doing and ignored the small talk. They stood up one after another and happily gathered around the carriage.
"Miss Li is here."
"Miss Li, can you stay longer this time?"
Hearing the voices of the villagers, the coachman let out a "haha" and let the carriage stop slowly. A girl of sixteen or seventeen years old opened the curtain, got out of the carriage and jumped to the ground, greeting everyone with a smile.
The girl is dressed in moon-white men's clothing, with a ponytail tied high behind her head. She looks smart and capable, but also has a chic and romantic charm.
Before reaching the entrance of the village, an old man with gray hair and good spirits came out accompanied by several villagers.
"Haha, Miss Li, you came a little late this time."
"Well, you sent a message saying that there is good news. I hurried and took my time, but I still lost some time on the way."
"Sanlang, ask your mother to bring someone to clean up the guest room, kill a chicken and make something delicious quickly."
The old man calmed down a young man next to him. After the young man heard this, he ran towards the village.
"Uncle Zhang, just clean up the guest room. No need to be too polite."
"Miss Li, you are a distinguished guest of our village. We are where we are now thanks to your guidance. How can I neglect you? Besides, we from Laozhangzhuang, a remote place, don't have much good things to offer.
Can entertain."
While talking, everyone walked into the village's ancestral hall. After chatting for a few words, Uncle Zhang sent away the irrelevant villagers.
The girl then asked: "Uncle Zhang, did you send someone to tell you that you made something?"
Uncle Zhang said with a smile on his face: "Yes, it's finally done. Blacksmith Feng and several apprentices tried it for half a year. They bought all the iron ore available in hundreds of miles around, and even the iron ore that the girl left behind
I almost ran out of money, but I finally made it."
"Oh? Is there a finished product?"
"Yes! Blacksmith Feng made a few weapons, and we tried them. Ordinary swords will be damaged if they are hit against each other, and they will break if they are cut a few times. Unfortunately, we don't have armor, so we can't try them."
"Let's not talk about that first. First, bring those weapons and let me see them."
"It's been arranged and will be there in a moment."
While talking, a person walked in from the door. He was not tall, his arms were exposed, and his muscles were taut. The right arm was obviously thicker than the left arm, and his dark face was shining brightly. There was also a leather apron hanging in front of him.
, holding a shining long sword in his hand.
"Miss Li, I finally finished it. Let me show it to you."
The person who came was full of energy and his voice was loud and loud, making people's ears buzz.
The girl took the long sword and looked at it carefully. The long sword shone with cold light, and the naturally formed cloud patterns were all over the sword. She pinched the hilt and tip of the sword, and exerted force with both hands, and the long sword bent into a bow shape. As soon as she let go, the sword instantly
Restore the original state.
With another flick of his finger, the sword suddenly let out a soft groan.
"Okay! Tiejiang Feng, that's right. I want to give you a big credit."
The girl named Li said excitedly.
"It's nothing. I'd like to thank the girl for her advice. Although the letter she sent is not long, it focuses on the key points and makes me feel... hairy... hairy."
Blacksmith Feng scratched his head in embarrassment.
"It was enlightening." The girl continued with a smile.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. It suddenly dawned on me. I have been studying with Mr. Yang from the school for a long time, but I still don't know how to do it."
Several people in the ancestral hall laughed.
"Have you memorized all these refining techniques?"
"I have written it all down. I will invite Mr. Yang to every trial production, and he remembers every step clearly."
It was said that Blacksmith Feng reached back and took out a thick volume from his waist.
"Here, all the records are here."
The girl took the book and looked through it carefully. It was densely packed with information about the origin and characteristics of various iron ores, as well as detailed records of every step in the refining process.
The girl then looked up at Blacksmith Feng.
"According to what is recorded above, can any blacksmith make such a sword?"
"That's right. As long as you follow what's written above, any blacksmith can make it."