- "Why did the good leader suddenly want to see me? Does he know that I am a white-robed suspect?" Song Weichen walked around nervously on the soul boat, rubbing his hands together.
"Don't think too much, you are a soul speaker, the realm lord will naturally care. He is a generous and reasonable lord, you don't have to worry." He comforted her.
“Worried? I’m not worried. I’m such a harmless little cutie, and the land owner will just be so happy when he sees me. Hey, you said that if he likes me, he must accept me. What should I do if I enter the harem?" Song Weichen said something that was completely opposite to her mood, while secretly wondering why she was so insincere when she was obviously scared to death at the moment.
"Watch your words. Don't talk nonsense in front of the realm master." Mo Tingfeng was a little unhappy with her harem lies.
"Why am I talking nonsense? Since ancient times, emperors have always had three thousand beauties in their harems. Why, do you think the realm lord doesn't like me? Or are you afraid that the realm lord will like me?"
Song Weichen covered his mouth, "God, Buddha, Bodhisattva, God, what on earth am I talking about?"
Mo Tingfeng gritted his teeth. He thought of Sang Pu who walked into his uncle's house in a wedding dress arrogantly a thousand years ago. His expression was the same as Song Weichen's just now.
He turned his head and looked at her coldly, "Song Weichen, I really can't see what you want. How does Gu Cangyue feel when she hears your words?"
"Don't make fun of him. Are you jealous?"
Song Weichen covered his mouth again and shook his head vigorously. She had already realized that something was wrong with her, and her mind was flashing. The fox girl was so enthusiastic this morning. There must be something deceptive. Could it be that there was something added to the soy milk? Oops!
Mo Tingfeng remained silent with a cold face. She subconsciously stepped back, wishing she could go find the old witch who brewed medicine at the bottom of the Little Mermaid's hometown to mute herself with the medicine, so that she could have two legs again. Four legs were no better than two. Escape faster with one leg.
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"Song Weichen, don't play with my feelings." After a long time, Mo Tingfeng turned to look at her and said coldly. "Your wanton attitude really makes me sick."
Song Weichen covered her mouth tightly and said nothing.
"It has nothing to do with me who you want to be with or who you want to be in the harem. Are you jealous? Mo's feelings are not that cheap."
Mo Tingfeng's heart was bleeding. The mark of her previous life was the best proof. Gu Cangyue's reaction was the best proof. After all, he and she were just strangers. Everything was just wishful thinking. Her heart had already died.
Song Weichen covered her mouth and nodded sharply, indicating that she understood and fully agreed. She did not dare to speak for fear of saying something that went against her will.
"Why, you are so anxious to become the harem for the realm master that you are losing your money even talking to me?" He was not mocking Song Weichen, he was clearly stabbing himself in the heart.
Song Weichen shook her head like a rattle, but speaking now would only cause more trouble, so she chose to remain silent. But what to do when you meet the realm leader? You can't suddenly pretend to be mute, right? Why do I always encounter this kind of thing? As soon as I leave the novice village, I have to enter a dungeon to face the final boss. Isn’t this going to end my life!
Mo Tingfeng saw that she was refusing to speak and was too lazy to speak any more. Seeing that Si Chen's Mansion was close in front of him, dark clouds had gathered in the sky and it seemed like it was going to rain.
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When they arrived at Tingfeng Mansion, Song Weichen put on his white robe as quickly as possible and followed Mo Tingfeng to Sichen Hall.
As soon as I entered the palace gate, I saw the deacon in the palace, the Grudge Breaker, who was maintaining the palace etiquette - kneeling on one knee, putting his palm on his leg with one hand, and making a fist with the other hand and placing it across his knee, a posture similar to that of the terracotta warriors and horses. , but there seems to be no Ding Heran.
There was silence in the hall. Song Weichen quietly looked towards the hall and saw a middle-aged man sitting on Si Chen's chair who looked very kind and graceful, but not angry or conceited. He was dressed in gold and purple with auspicious cloud patterns. Wearing a nine-dragon robe, wearing gold moon boots, and wearing a purple gold crown, he shows his scornful attitude towards the world. Even the four maids and guards standing beside her looked dignified and solemn, and she was a little unspeakably nervous.
Mo Tingfeng led Song Weichen to the front of the palace, signaled her to stop, then knelt down on one knee, clasped his hands in front of his chest and saluted, "Tingfeng was delayed in returning from investigating the case, please forgive me, the Lord of the realm." Song Weichen He knelt down like Mo Tingfeng, but didn't dare to make any sound.
"You don't need to be polite, I'll give you a seat." The realm leader Qin Huan was very kind to Mo Tingfeng, but he didn't let Song Weichen get up, and she didn't dare to move. She kept her head bowed and knelt. After Mo Tingfeng sat down, the Realm Master looked at the kneeling Song Weichen again.
"Are you the Soul Whisperer? Look up."
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Song Weichen quickly raised his head, fearing that he would be seen through and cause trouble to Mo Tingfeng. There was a moment of panic.
Fortunately, the land owner didn’t find anything unusual.
"She is handsome, but she looks very weak. I heard that she doesn't know how to practice magic at all?" A pair of eagle eyes, even though they are gentle and have no murderous intent, make people tremble.
Song Weichen shook his head, kowtowed to the realm master, and then lowered his head. "I heard that the new white-robed venerable is very eloquent and can communicate with Luan Po. How come he starts to cherish his words like gold when he comes to Gu?"
Sweat broke out on Song Weichen's head. I really don’t know what outrageous words I will say if I open my mouth, but I feel that not opening my mouth at all is a dead end... While I was struggling, Mo Tingfeng’s voice came, “The Soul Speaker has been looking forward to meeting the Realm Master all the way. "I guess I'm too excited right now and don't know how to show my love. Please don't blame me." He couldn't help but help her.
"Is that so? Get up and talk." The realm leader raised his hand to signal Song Weichen to stand up. Seeing that she was extremely cautious, "Are you afraid of being alone? Is being alone so scary?"
"Of course I'm not afraid! Lord Landlord is kind to others and looks very heroic. Even his subordinates like him. How could he be afraid of you?" Song Weichen couldn't help but speak. He spoke with the intention of dying. It was so dangerous, but it seemed that he was not afraid of you. He said something strange and felt happy in his heart.
Jun Yan, the leader of the realm, said, "You can talk. Tell me, how do you communicate with Luanpo? I guess it must be different from ordinary people's communication?"
"It's no different. The feeling of communicating with the realm master is similar."
As soon as Song Weichen said this, she knew that she was finished. Was she crazy to compare the realm master with Luan Po. Sure enough, the realm master's expression changed when he heard this, and Mo Tingfeng was shuddered, "Insolent! Back off!"
Song Weichen nodded, saluted, and hurriedly wanted to leave. Before he could turn around, the realm master was a little bit cold. A voice came, "Wait a minute."
"Do the Po Whisperers think that Gu is the same as those Luan Po?"
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Song Weichen chased Ruan Mianmian ten thousand times with a 40-meter sword in his heart. What happened to this dead girl? What did she eat? She was just a man, and she had no interest in Mo Tingfeng. Was it because he was so cruel to her? But it's not okay not to speak now. She wants to die, she wants to die, she wants to die... Her heart crossed, and she spoke.
"The Realm Master is a god in the sky, how can he compare it with mundane things? My subordinates said that this kind of barrier-free communication feels very similar, but it is all because you condescend to show compassion for all things."
Song Weichen narrowly avoided it. Due to Mo Tingfeng's affection, the land owner still had a grudge in his heart but it was not easy to get angry. He waved his hand, "That's it. If you have no questions to ask, just retreat." Come on.”
"Of course there is a problem! The Realm Master is a deity who descended to earth. I have some questions about the gods that I would like to ask the Realm Master." Song Weichen couldn't tell the difference between laughter and tears on her face. Her original intention was to say thank you to the Realm Master, and then get out of the hall. She never thought It was such a strange line that came out of his mouth.
The land owner showed some impatience on his face, but he still nodded and motioned for her to ask.
"Lord Landlord, I would like to know whether the Lord of Hell lives in the mantle or the core of the earth? Does the God of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning use direct current or alternating current? What is the degree of the Samadhi true fire in Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace? "
As soon as these words came out, Song Weichen just wanted to faint and pretend to be dead, and saw that the face of the realm master turned darker again.
"Don't back down yet!" Mo Tingfeng was anxious, fearing that she would seek death, so he stood up and walked towards Song Weichen, "I will take you out now to avoid embarrassment in front of the realm master!" He could only protect her in this way at the moment, and he blamed himself secretly. He didn't know what kind of medicine the girl had taken today, and what she said was so unreasonable, as if she wanted to die.
"Ting Feng, sit down." The realm leader looked at Song Weichen seriously. The air in the hall suddenly became thin, and she felt it was difficult to breathe.
"Soul Whisperer, do you know what you are talking about?"
Seeing that he could not escape, Song Weichen closed his eyes and could only let his mouth do what he wanted.
“Of course I know what I am talking about, and I have made some research and judgment on this. I also ask the Lord of the realm for advice. First of all, the Lord of Hell must live in the core of the earth, because the mantle has thermal convection movement, and when it meets the underground A volcanic eruption can easily eject the Lord of Hell; secondly, the God of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning must use alternating current. After all, the land of China does not support idle gods, and alternating current can be used in daily household use; thirdly, the main component of Sun Wukong is silicon dioxide, and the melting point of this thing is It is 1700 degrees, but it will become vitrified at around 1200 degrees. This is the temperature that allowed him to develop his piercing eyes in the alchemy furnace, so the temperature of the Samadhi True Fire should be between 1200 and 1700 degrees.”
After saying that, Song Weichen plopped down on his knees, feeling on pins and needles like a light on his back and a lump in his throat. Is now the time to play internet memes? ! She scolded herself in her heart, hating why humans had to evolve mouths.
Mo Tingfeng didn't know how to react for a moment. He began to feel that something was wrong. Song Weichen's reaction was really weird, but he couldn't see anything unusual about her.
The Realm Master looked unpredictable, as if he was suppressing a smile or angry. He pondered for a moment and patted the handrail, "You are clever with your words and your tone is slippery! Before I came here, I heard people say that your whereabouts are erratic all day long, and you are often missing. When I saw you today, I saw that you were neglecting your official duties because of your status as a soul whisperer, and you were just trying to play some tricks with your words. Do you know your guilt? ”
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