While waiting for Jie Nanshi to finish his training, Song Yu was not idle and replenished the daily necessities, especially the seasonings, which he filled up two boxes in one go.
He is still very hopeful about his life prospects, and he is a player after all. Under his crazy harassment, Ye Jiao also revealed that this is an inevitable part of the game plot, and he will not say more for fear of damaging Song Dynasty. gaming experience.
Song Yu really wanted to complain. For example, he was in danger in the game, but in reality... he couldn't go back at all. What kind of gaming experience should we pay attention to at this time? But he still held it back before sending out a batch of complaints.
The answer of game experience is much better than Ye Jiao's repeated "I don't know what's going on" or "Engineers are working on the rescue". Song Yu was also scared of being punished and couldn't believe that the situation this time was so smooth. It was just the plot of the game, but he must say that he hoped that there was nothing worse.
A black eye indicates that a fool will be blessed. Song Yu recited a few words silently.
When Xie Nanshi noticed that something was not normal about Song Yu, Song Yu was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed. There was a lot of miscellaneous things spread out in front of him. These are all things Song Yu collected during the preparation process, but the problem came, his backpack slot was limited, and these things could not be stuffed.
After identifying the types of these things for a while, Xie Nanshi said: "Zangfeng is not a bitter and cold place, so there is no need to prepare so much."
Song Yu coughed a little awkwardly: "Be prepared, be prepared, be prepared."
Without skills and level values, Song Territory's sense of security is provided by sufficient supplies.
But his own reason and Xie Nanshi's attitude proved that Song Yu's behavior was unnecessary. So he shamelessly ignored it all and forcefully changed the subject: "You're also awake, so let's go now?"
Xie Nanshi glanced outside the camp and nodded when he saw that it was still early: "Let's go to Yingshui Town first."
Song Yu looked at Jie Nanshi with some confusion: "What are you doing there?"
"Buy a carriage." Xie Nanshi replied helplessly.
It is much farther from Zouye to Zangfeng than from here to the main city of Baizhao, and there is no need to rush so hard.
Song Yu touched his nose with a smile. He was used to free rides, so he didn't react for a while.
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If the clone of the White Ghost King stays with Song Yu for one more day, there will be a risk for one more day. Now that they had said hello, the two of them went out without hesitation.
Song Yu was already prepared to cover his head and carry him on his back. Unexpectedly, Xie Nanshi directly put a light body charm on his body: "Since you can practice, you should practice more often."
Song Yu:?
Jie Nanshi smiled with his lips raised, tapped his fingers on Song Yu's wrist, and then flew away with a tip of his toes.
"Actually, we can borrow a carriage from the army...ah..." Before Song Yu could finish his words, he felt a tug on his wrist and was forced to run forward.
As soon as he started running, Song Yu realized that he seemed to be kited by Jie Nanshi. There was a spiritual thread on his wrist that was tied between his and Jie Nanshi's wrists. He didn't dare to slow down a little bit during the whole process, otherwise he could really fly if he wasn't careful.
The worst thing is that there is a parrot serving as a supervisor next to him. Whenever he runs slower, this little thing will scratch his hair... He has seen many hairs being scratched out, and he doesn't know if the character generated by the game will. Baldness occurs.
However, the benefits of practicing "Wandering of the Gods" are still obvious. This time they ran for nearly a day and a night, but Song Yu only took blue medicine twice to replenish energy, and did not feel like he could not persevere.
Although, when Xie Nanshi took off his light body charm, Song Yu's legs went weak and he fell headfirst. In the end, Xie Nanshi carried him to the inn.
At that time, Song Yu had been forced to sleep.
Song Yu originally planned to practice fugue travel, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he had arrived in his own spiritual sea.
This is the second time he has entered his spiritual sea, and it is not much different from the last time. There's just a big tree in the center, and a stone table and a stone chair under the tree. There's a person sitting on the stone chair, drinking tea leisurely.
Golden lines surround the tree.
"How long do you think these spells can trap me?"
As if sensing Song Yu's arrival, the tea drinker turned his head and looked in the direction he came from, it was the clone of the White Ghost King.
Song Yu looked at the extra items in the spiritual sea with some curiosity. The tree should have been transformed by Jie Nanshi's spell, but what about the tree, tables and chairs?
The White Walker King raised his cup to Song Yu, and said as if he could see the doubts in Song Yu's heart: "The trees grew out of your spiritual sea, and the tables and chairs were conjured by me. Otherwise, I would have been indifferent to you for a long time." Standing next to a big tree, it’s also very lonely.”
Can you still play like this? Song Yu tried to imagine a comfortable recliner in front of him, and a rocking chair covered with soft cushions actually appeared in front of him. Song Yu immediately lay down and faced the Strange Ghost King from a distance across the golden barrier.
The White Walker King looked at this rocking chair curiously, and imitated the style and made one. After lying on it, he felt surprisingly comfortable: "What is this?"
"Rocking chair." Song Yu replied lazily. In fact, he wanted to have a good sleep than communicating with the White Walker King. After all, he was in the game no matter where he was mentally at home or abroad. Communicating with the White Walker King at this time will give him the illusion that he has no rest.
"Interesting." This clone of the Strange Ghost King may have been holding it in for a long time. Even if Song Yu didn't want to talk, he was still talking happily. He tilted his head and observed Song Yu for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "You have started to practice fugue."
Song Yu's slightly confused consciousness suddenly came to his senses. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky for a while, then asked casually: "Can you tell?"
"Of course, your soul power is a little stronger, which is easy for our clan to discover." The Strange Ghost King finished speaking with a smile, and looked at Song Yu with an inquiring gaze: "Are you really not from our clan? Except for you Apart from the boy from Jiange, I have never seen anyone in this world who can practice this technique."
"It's guaranteed to be the original one." When Song Yu said this, he was actually thinking that perhaps because of the characteristics of the players, the characters he created could naturally adapt to the training systems of the two worlds. What about Jie Nanshi...
Song Yu couldn't think of an answer for a while. He could only blame it on the fact that the Taoist Priest was too talented and could cross world dimensions. "As for why we can practice, just think that we are talented."
"If I had to choose a skin to be completely parasitic in the end, I would definitely choose one of you." The White Walker King still said with a smile.
"That's such an honor." Song Yu said and yawned, and a small blanket appeared out of thin air to cover him, and he was ready to fall asleep.
The White Walker King held up the tea cup for a moment, which was a bit novel and a bit incredible: "It seems that you are very confident in the barrier set up by the Jiange boy, and you are not afraid of me breaking through and crushing your soul."
In response, Song Yu just turned over and pulled the blanket up, blocking his ears perfectly.
The White Walker King narrowed his eyes. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to ignore him like this. He even felt the long-lost anger, and his patience seemed to have run out: "How long do you think I can be trapped here, answer me."
The voice of the White Walker King exploded like thunder in the entire spiritual sea, and the entire space shook. Song Yu rolled over from the recliner, and blood began to flow from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
His brain was dizzy, as if he had been dropped heavily from a high place, and he had arrived outside the spiritual sea in a daze.
In the inn, Xie Nanshi was originally sitting cross-legged not far from Song Yu. The tip of the pen suddenly smelled the smell of blood, and when he opened his eyes, he came to the bedside and supported Song Yu who almost fell off the bed.
"Song Yu, are you okay?" He said, running spiritual energy into Song Yu's body to help him stabilize his breath.
Song Yu waved his hands and didn't want to talk. He still felt dizzy and nauseated, and his eyes were glowing with gold. He finally recovered a little and took red and blue pills. To be honest, the damage to the spiritual sea cannot be made up for by red and blue medicine, but it is somewhat better mentally.
He was indeed negligent and did not expect that the White Walker King would suddenly attack. Also... after reaching the so-called "cooperation" with the White Walker King, the White Walker King was trapped in the spiritual sea by him. He has not taken action because he does not want to destroy his spiritual sea, but this does not mean that he will endure it forever.
Song Yu was so dizzy just now that he ignored his physical fatigue. Now when he regained consciousness, he felt pain everywhere in his body, all from running that day.
Song Yu couldn't sit comfortably, so he simply lay down on the bed and let himself relax for a while.
Xie Nanshi originally stretched out his hand to help, but he soon saw that it was Song Yu who wanted to flatten him, so he took back his hand and lowered his eyebrows and asked, "Is it the Ghost King?"
Song Yu gave a thumbs up. He was still not very good at speaking and felt like vomiting whenever he spoke.
Xie Nanshi frowned: "What did he do?"
Song Yu pressed his eyebrows and waited until the nausea was suppressed before speaking: "He just asked me one question, asking me how long the spirit sea can trap him."
Song Yu opened his eyes and looked at Jie Nanshi with a frown: "If he didn't want to destroy my spiritual sea, I feel like I might not be able to hold him back for a cup of tea."
Xie Nanshi paused, and the power of just one sentence almost made Song Yu collapse. This proved that Song Yu had barely estimated the time for this cup of tea, and he might not be able to survive for a moment.
"Then let him come out."
Song Yu was so frightened that he didn't care about the pain in his body. He jumped up and said in disbelief: "Little Taoist Priest, what are you talking about? This doesn't seem like something you would say!"
Xie Nanshi paused and looked a little unnatural: "He has cooperated with Sun Jingyu for many years and still retains Sun Jingyu's consciousness, which proves that the cooperation mentioned by the White Walker King is sincere. Temporarily letting his consciousness take control should not cause you any harm. , as long as we find a way to completely drive him away, then..."
"Wait a minute!" Song Yu looked suspiciously at Xie Nanshi who suddenly gave a series of explanations. He always felt that something was strange: "Are you lying?"
