"Let me ask you a question -" He raised his voice a little, "If you want to seal the blood mist, what if Jiuche Xiaoying blocks it?"
"This..." Fu Yunge scratched his head, "This is indeed the case. I have also considered this matter, but right now our power is scattered."
Dongfang Shiming nodded. This is what he was thinking about.
If you want to stop the blood mist, whether it is to implement the strategy smoothly or to save the lives of the people, time is of the essence. To stop the blood mist in the shortest possible time, they need sufficient manpower to ensure the implementation of the plan.
But the most contradictory thing right now is that they don't have enough helpers around them.
"Now in the Lower Realm, all major sects and organizations are spreading their manpower to avoid being targeted." Dongfang Shiming gestured, "The only two relatively compact sects are the Three Sects and Jinji Fengjian."
"Yes." Fu Yunge frowned and raised his head, looking at the dilapidated and mossy ceiling, "Others, such as Weishan Yanglan, your wine alliance, and the teams sent by Qiongtian Palace, were either dispersed or suffered heavy losses. , it is difficult to gather a strong force."
After saying that, he thought of the huge coalition formed by Gongsun Tan when he besieged Zhao Zui Ming State.
Unfortunately, most of the coalition army was destroyed in the battle of Shuanggan Town, and even Gongsun Tan himself died heroically in that bloody battle.
Blazing flames, bloody color, Gongsun Tan's disappearing aura and quiet face. It was like falling into a deep sleep, but he knew in his heart that Gongsun Tan still had some very important regrets that he could not complete, and he died with regrets.
His fists clenched again. Gongsun Tan, as well as countless people who sacrificed their lives for this, will all have to pay the price one by one.
"Apart from these..." Dongfang Shiming observed Fu Yunge's face, pondered for a while and then said, "The situations of several seniors are different, and it seems that they are unable to participate for the time being."
"Maybe." Fu Yunge sniffed and suppressed the surge in his heart, "Senior Lang Chenyan is on this trip. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to meet senior Zuichenxiang and the others."
But they all know that many people are still missing. Be it poinsettia, Yue Shenchen or Kou Wufu. There are also the unconscious Subiezhi and the representative. Their original backbone is now completely unreliable.
Moreover, even if they were all there, there would still not be enough manpower to face Gui Xiao Changyuan's next move.
——The level of strength determines that they need more power to participate in the war.
Following Dongfang Shiming's analysis and sorting, Fu Yunge quickly understood the current shortcomings. And the difference in this shortcoming was so big that he had never expected it before.
"By the way, I'm thinking of someone." Suddenly, looking at the worry covering Dongfang Shiming's face, Fu Yunge spoke.
"Who?" Dongfang Shiming turned his head. Listening to what Fu Yunge said, it seemed that this person was no small matter.
"...I heard the sound thoroughly." Fu Yunge thought for a while before slowly speaking the name that came to mind.
Dongfang Shiming was suddenly startled.
"I remember," he moved his chair, "Is this one of the Four Flags Envoys of Jiuche Xiaoying?"
Fu Yunge nodded. Dongfang Shiming had never interacted with Che Di Wensheng - although Fu Yunge had little interaction with him, but based on his two good intentions, we could roughly speculate that this person might be useful.
He briefly talked about his two "encounters" with Chechi Wensheng. From the first doubt to the second belief, Fu Yunge bluntly said that he was not completely sure, but at the moment, his strength was undoubtedly the heaviest bargaining chip he could win for.
Dongfang Shiming nodded cautiously while listening.
"Well..." He turned his gaze meaningfully, "I see. It's a pity that I don't know where he is now, so it's hard to find him for a while."
Fu Yunge also lowered his head. This is also the most regrettable point. But if he is really interested, he should look for opportunities to contact the righteous way.
"Perhaps, there will be a chance to meet him in the next few days." He exhaled lightly, after all, he could only place his hope at the moment.
Dongfang Shiming also fell silent. The two were silent for a moment, and unanimously decided to refine their future plans first, and not to be depressed.
Fu Yunge recounted the original plan again. Dongfang Shiming first asked the store for pen and paper, then pulled up another chair for cushion while writing and drawing.
Not long after, several pieces of pure white paper were covered with dense words and drawings.
Fu Yunge glanced at what Dongfang Shiming had written from time to time; their original plan was like a skeleton, and now it was Dongfang Shiming who filled the skeleton with fresh flesh and blood.
Hope also appears on the paper along with the ink and color, gradually blending into color from black and white.
Dongfang Shiming's voice mingled with his narration from time to time, step by step, stroke by stroke, deducing the future plan rationally and cautiously.
As the two of them cooperated selflessly without realizing the passage of time, it was like a high mountain gradually emerged in front of them.
Gradually, the voices of the two people flickered in the room from time to time. Dongfang Shiming was weighing the pros and cons of the plans he had written, while Fu Yunge also lost his initial curiosity and concentrated on cooperating with Dongfang Shiming, meticulously.
Both of them forgot about the time flying outside. It wasn't until the waiter carefully went upstairs and knocked on the door and asked them if they wanted to go downstairs for lunch that the full plan finally came into being.
When the waiter knocked on the door for the second time, Dongfang Shiming gently closed the pen.
Looking up again, he saw Fu Yunge looking at him closely with tired but excited eyes.
"Let's go." He folded all the papers, put them away in his clothes, and smiled back at Fu Yunge's eyes.
A few moments later, at the dining table in the shop downstairs.
Lunch time has passed, and all the other guest seats have been wiped clean. I don't know if it's because there are few guests in the blood mist, or if the messy cups and plates have been cleared away.
Dongfang Shiming and Fu Yunge only have a few dishes, which are exquisite and refreshing. On top of the cucumbers mixed with vinegar, minced garlic glistens slightly, and the cool umami flavor makes your mouth water.
Autumn delicacies are equally delicious, and shepherd's purse is more fragrant than spring. The two chatted casually at the dinner table, recalling their previous experiences and couldn't help but vividly remember them.
"By the way," Fu Yunge suddenly smiled, "Where's Bai Hao? You didn't bring her here?"
"Oh...her." Dongfang Shiming shook his head and sighed, "I came here without telling her this time. It's not safe on the road, and there's blood in the sky, which is not good for her health."
"Huh -" Fu Yunge pretended to be the eighth mother-in-law, "Last time we talked about her, you were still extremely perfunctory. Is this... an increase in intimacy?"
Dongfang Shiming suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, and his face turned slightly red: "No, no. You remembered wrong - uh, I mean, wasn't I also perfunctory now?"
Listening to his description getting darker and darker, Fu Yunge rarely saw Dongfang Shiming lose his composure, and it felt strange and interesting at the moment.
