The Song Dynasty couldn't get enough of Lu Mingzhi's alliance, so they winked at Jie Nanshi desperately. Jie Nanshi seemed not to see it at all. After so many years of slaying demons, Xie Nanshi's hatred for the White Walkers can be said to be deeply rooted in his bones. Song Yu was an accident in his fate, but it took a lot of time and sincerity to make Xie Nanshi really let go of his fear of Song Yu. These are difficult for Lu Mingzhi to copy.
Showing his charming eyes to the blind man, Song Yu became a little anxious and stretched out his hand to grab Xie Nanshi's neck: "The world is rising and falling, can you stop worrying about those little details? What's the old saying? The world is under heaven. The proletariat should unite—oh, that’s not the sentence, that is, in the face of the common enemy, everyone should unite.”
Jie Nanshi took a deep look at Song Yu.
Song Yu rushed to say something before Xie Nanshi tried to reason with him: "There are so many people in this world, and naturally they will have many different opinions. But there is only one enemy. What better way to put aside disputes and fight against the enemy together?" More efficient? As long as the bottom line and principles are not violated, comrades are the ones who can save the world."
"The White Walkers are the bottom line." Xie Nanshi said, and then glanced at Lu Mingzhi, who was watching calmly, "He has the same origin as the White Walkers."
"But he didn't kill anyone after all. He did kill a few White Walkers. Have you forgotten? It was the time I brought your father out before." Song Yu talked nonsense seriously, trying to exploit all the loopholes in Jie Nanshi's logic. "Just like there are bad people among people, maybe there are also good ghosts among the White Walkers?"
Normally, Xie Nanshi would not pay attention to Song Yu's fallacy. However, right now, Xie Nanshi just felt like his heart was in a mess. He clearly understood that Song Yu's intention was just to temporarily accept this set of rules, and he didn't even feel that this matter was really that difficult to accept. But he couldn't speak. It was as if there was an invisible mysterious force that strangled his throat and even his mind, trying to choke out his thoughts.
Song Yu also saw that something was wrong. He put down the arm hanging on Jie Nanshi's neck and looked a little unhappy: "Little Taoist Priest, are you okay?"
Xie Nanshi shook his head, but couldn't say a word.
Song Yu quickly threw an observation to Xie Nanshi, but saw nothing. Song Yu even used his soul power to throw a painting of all things to Xie Nanshi, but the complicated scene in it didn't let Song Yu look at it for five seconds before popping him out. Song Yu pressed his heart that ached for unknown reasons and turned to Lu Mingzhi for help: "Doctor Lu, treat the disease and save the life."
"It's not easy to be so shameless as you." Lu Mingzhi shook his head with emotion and walked towards Jie Nanshi. There was a faint beating light on his fingertips, and just when he was about to press Jie Nanshi's eyebrows, his wrist was grabbed.
"Little Taoist Priest!" Song Yu exclaimed, and immediately became happy, "Are you okay?"
Xie Nanshi nodded, and then put down Lu Mingzhi's hand. His expression was as usual, and nothing seemed wrong: "Not bad. Thank you, Doctor Lu."
"Oh? I haven't started to treat him yet, but you are very polite."
"Thank you for saving the common people."
Lu Mingzhi was stunned for a moment, then he narrowed his eyes and looked at Jie Nanshi up and down, and suddenly laughed: "I was mistaken, you little Taoist priest is quite interesting. If we really come to the end of our rope, I will I can also take you with me.”
"Thank you, no need." Xie Nanshi still maintained his gentlemanly appearance and thanked him seriously.
Seeing that Nanshi had recovered, Song Yu was also greatly relieved. Especially seeing that Jin Nanshi and Lu Mingzhi were getting along so well, he, the only player, felt very happy. He patted Xie Nanshi on the shoulder, still looking as reliable as he remembered. Song Yu felt confident, so he naturally had to push further: "Doctor Lu, are there any restrictions on what can be drawn by painting all things?"
Lu Mingzhi didn't understand its meaning.
"Like time? Like level?" Song Yu humbly asked for advice while maintaining a friendly distance from Lu Mingzhi. The skill system of Drawing All Things is different from other skills, and the system's explanation of it is no different. Song Yu could only obtain information from the source.
Lu Mingzhi's eyes deepened: "Level? Is this a term in your world?"
"Can you please stop being so sharp about this kind of thing? It's so scary." Song Yu couldn't tell whether the overly sensitive NPC was suffering from PTSD or if he was getting used to it. "That's probably what it means. There's no need to match the level." Cultivation realm. How about it, are there any restrictions?"
Lu Mingzhi probably thought it was interesting to see Song Yu in such a numb state. Although the current situation could not be called leisurely, he still slowly admired the changes in Song Yu's expression for a while before announcing the answer: "Since it has given life to Objects, even dead objects, such as a chair or a table, have their own life span. As for the level...the level of the item, especially the living item, depends on your own ability."
Song Yu was very depressed. After waiting for a long time, this sentence comes? It's the same as nothing.
"I'm becoming more and more curious about your world." Lu Mingzhi smiled again.
Song Yu immediately replaced the dissatisfaction on his face with a poker face. Lu Mingzhi was so uncontrollable that he couldn't be beaten to death. When the wind started blowing, everyone was finished. If he provokes the other party again, he might be used by Lu Mingzhi to do various strange systematic experiments.
Song Dynasty did not have such a high fault tolerance rate for Lu Mingzhi to toss around.
"The formation in the back mountain is unstable. Several elders and I are going to strengthen the formation in the back mountain. My father will stay in the sword pavilion to preside over related matters. You..." Xie Nanshi paused hesitantly as he said: "You are with me. Go to the back mountain."
He originally wanted Song Yu to stay on the main peak, or go to the front hall to receive the people from the Four Cities and Jianghu who arrived with his father, but with Lu Mingzhi around, he always felt that it was safer for Song Yu to stay with him.
"Okay, I'll go to the back mountain with you, and we can repair some cracks depending on the situation." Lu Mingzhi thought for a while and added: "Although I can't directly solve the cracks, I can try to slow down the deterioration."
Just slow down a little bit. Although Song Yu doesn’t want to pin his hopes on the game company, but... game bugs can only be solved by internal game.
There is really no way to solve it on PC.
Xie Nanshi originally hoped that Lu Mingzhi would stay with them so that he could properly monitor his behavior. Without any further hesitation, Song Yu was given a light body charm, and several people hurried to the foot of the back mountain.
They were delayed for some time because of Lu Mingzhi, and when they arrived, several elders had already arrived. Although several people were a little confused about Lu Mingzhi's identity, the situation was urgent and Xie Nanshi had brought him here personally, so they could only temporarily suppress their guard.
The formation on the back mountain has not collapsed at this time, but it is already in danger. It can be seen that the interior has turned into nothingness, and a large number of strange ghosts and beasts are trying their best to collide with the edge of the formation.
Jie Nanshi walked to the center, and before reinforcing the formation, he looked back at Song Yu and handed the natal sword to Song Yu. If Lu Mingzhi suddenly attacks, this natal sword can withstand it for a moment.
Song Yu understood this and approached Lu Mingzhi with a smile while holding his sword. Of course, he kept a safe distance of at least ten meters: "Boss, can you repair the above?"
Lu Mingzhi glanced at Song Yu, and the man's change of attitude was comparable to a change of face. He didn't mind, and he pulled the person next to him: "Come with me."
Behind him, the giant bird that Yuan Fang transformed into opened its wings and stared at the two of them eagerly.
Song Yu sighed with a grimace, and from the corner of his eye saw that Jin Nanshi and others had begun to strengthen the formation, and said hesitantly: "I don't have enough soul power now, so I'm afraid I can't repair it."
Lu Mingzhi groaned and took out a small medicine bottle that was much larger than the small cloth bag hanging on his belt.
Could this be the Qiankun bag in the world of immortality?
Song Yu already had a system backpack, but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous looking at the Qiankun bag. After all, the backpack is a product of the game, but the Qiankun Bag will give players an immersive feeling.
Lu Mingzhi didn't seem to notice Song Yu's burning gaze. He took out one of the pills, reached out and pinched Song Yu's chin and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "Consider this a meeting gift from my master."
The elixir melted in the mouth, and Song Yu coughed several times without coughing it out. Instead, he found that the soul power that had been consumed was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even... became more and more full. Song Yu couldn't help but burp, and looked at the pill bottle in Lu Mingzhi's hand with some heat. I wonder what kind of monster you kill will drop this kind of elixir? This is much more useful to him than blue medicine!
Lu Mingzhi said with a smile but not a smile: "You have replenished too much now, you should replenish it a few more times to consume it. Otherwise, your soul may be burst."
Song Yu shuddered when he heard this, turned his head and picked a closer one to start patching up the sky diligently. At the same time, he begged with a stern look on his face: "Master, since it is a meeting gift, can you give this bottle to me directly?" ?”
Lu Mingzhi kept his word and raised his hand to repair the cracks in the sky. These cracks are much smaller than those in Guixu. It is not laborious to repair, and the speed is much faster than that of Song Yu. After hearing Song Yu's request, he just smiled and said, "Do you know how this elixir for replenishing soul power is made?"
Song Yu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. To be honest, he didn't really want to hear it, but he was repairing the cracks at the moment and had no power to stop Lu Mingzhi from speaking.
"Replenishing soul power naturally requires fresh souls. Fortunately, the most indispensable thing in these two worlds is souls."
Song Yu's stomach was churning, but he hadn't finished repairing the crack. If he really vomited, all his efforts would be wasted. I couldn't hold it in for a while but my face turned red. I finally finished one piece, then turned my head and vomited for a long time. But he didn't eat at night, so naturally he couldn't vomit anything now.
Lu Mingzhi smiled happily, holding up the sky with one hand, and did not forget to turn around and ask, "What's wrong with my disciple? This soul-replenishing pill is not easy to refine, so it's better not to waste it."
