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Chapter 1472: This is a BUG (Part 1472) [Seeking monthly votes]

Shen Tang didn't want to talk about it, but Kang Shi kept bringing up things that were not relevant.

"Master Jimo means that the master does not need to do that to protect Wuhui?" The master just wanted Jimo Qiu to finish the remaining half of the sentence, but his master's action was too strong and he did not give Jimo Qiu the chance to finish the sentence.

Jimo Qiu blinked: "Is this something that can be said?"

"Just shut up, I won't treat you as dumb."

As if he noticed that his master was a little angry, Kang Shi was very tactful and kept his mouth shut to avoid getting a beating.

He turned the topic to Chu Yao.

"Time waits for no one, please help me, Mr. Jimo."

Shen Tang's attention was successfully diverted.

"Do I need to prepare anything?"

"Your Highness, just keep your mind focused. Remember who you are and what you are doing, and don't get lost in it."

The virtual dream created by the perfect ritual is different from an ordinary dream. The latter is just a simple brain activity, while the former contains the power of the laws of this small world, and those who enter are restricted by it. Once you indulge in it, you will probably stay there forever.

Oh, just dead.

Shen Tang wrote it down: "Okay, let's start now."

Before others arrive, the rice has been cooked. Although she will not give up the idea of ​​joining the game, it is not a good feeling to see people she cares about and who care about her worrying about her safety.

Shen Tang has a very thorough understanding of his subordinates.

When Qi Shan heard the news and rushed over, he knew something was wrong and almost wanted to fight with Kang Shi: "You won't stop him?"

Kang Shi was furious: "If I could stop him, could I make Gu Wangchao act weird every day? It's better to come early than to come at the right time?"

Why is Gu Chi obsessed with his “third wife”?
Isn't it because this guy was a step slower but wanted to be the latecomer and surpass the others? His current position is all due to his own fighting and competing and gossiping?

It would be better to hope that Qishan would come earlier than to hope that Kangshi would stop Shen Tang! Maybe he could even cry, make a scene, and then hang himself, so that the master would choose between him and Chu Yao, and solve the century-old problem of "If your mother and I fall into the water, who would you save first?"

What can Kang Shi use to stop it?
Put a sword across her neck and threaten her with death?
Just half a sentence was enough to make the master break down, and she rushed to the sky in one step, cursing the heavens and the earth, as if she was going to overturn the table.

Qishan was so angry that his fingers were shaking.

I wish I could kill my own relatives for the sake of justice.

Shen Tang naturally didn't know that the outside world had become a mess. After a strong sense of weightlessness, a sweet flower fragrance mixed with the smell of soil lingered in her nose. She slowly opened her eyes and gradually adjusted to the light, and then she found herself standing on an unfamiliar ridge.

There are endless gorgeous flower fields in all directions.

"Where is Wuhui?"

Walking along the ridge of the field, there was no trace of Chu Yao.

Just as she was becoming more and more anxious, a piece of white paper slowly floated down, with a few lines of words written on it in beautiful handwriting.

【I picked a flower from this place, which is the one you like best. 】

【This is the day you are looking forward to. 】

【Remember——】

[The flower field is vast, with thousands of branches, but only one is right for you. If you choose the wrong one, you will be doomed.]

Shen Tang went back and forth several times, gasping for air: "... these are not tens of thousands of flowers, tens of thousands is more like tens of thousands... there are tens of thousands of acres of flower fields, tens of thousands of flowers, and each flower looks about the same... and they stipulate that you can only pick one, isn't this sincerely making things difficult for people? No, what about the standard for picking flowers? The organizer has the right to interpret it."

In Shen Tang's opinion, this completion ceremony was no different from hooliganism.

The situation was stronger than the person, Wu Hui was still in the hands of others, and she could only hold her nose and carefully study the small note, hoping to find the key to breaking the situation from a few words. But no matter how she studied it, it was just an ordinary piece of paper, without any easter eggs.

Helpless, she could only change her thinking.

Start with the flowers in the flower fields.

"No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary flower..."

Shen Tang didn't dare to reach out and touch any of the flowers here, fearing that these flowers would be fake, and even more afraid that the "organizer" would play word games and touch them with her hand as if she had picked them: "The smell and color are nothing special."

"Fuck!"

As soon as he approached one of them, the white light was blinding, and his feet felt empty. A strong sense of falling rushed straight to the top of his head. Shen Tang suppressed his instinct to grab something to save himself until his feet felt solid again.

"Is this... Xiaocheng?"

She was standing at the foot of a war-torn wall.

A stone plaque with the words "Xiaocheng" hangs right above the city gate.

Perhaps because of the war, the city was in a state of depression and sparse population. The city gates were not strictly checked, so Shen Tang took advantage of the situation and got in with a pass. The layout of the city was similar to the Xiaocheng in her distant memory. She looked for people everywhere to inquire about the location of Yuehua Tower.

"Yuehua Tower?"

"Never heard of it."

"There is no place called Yuehua Tower in the city."

Several people gave the same answer.

"Really? Yuehua Tower is a men's brothel, and it's said to be quite famous locally." As soon as Shen Tang finished speaking, he attracted either contemptuous or scrutinizing looks from the other party, as if they were curious about how such a young and beautiful girl could have such a fetish.

Some kind-hearted people also pointed out the areas in the city where brothels and prostitutes were concentrated.

Maybe you can find it there.

Shen Tang followed the instructions and looked for it, but gave up the idea after just one glance - she remembered that Xiaocheng had vigorously developed the color business, and more than half of the valuable commercial areas had been converted into Nanfeng Pavilion. The place in her memory was now an old residential area.

He pulled another person over to ask about the country's name and reign title.

The passers-by shrank their necks in fear, as if Shen Tang had asked a terrifying question: "Where is the country name and era name?"

This place is already the territory of the warlord named Chu.

"Surname Chu? What's your name?"

"How can we, the common people, know the names of the great men?"

The common people in the city were extremely afraid of these warlords. Shen Tang made inquiries and finally got some clues - the warlords here were the Chu family. The lord's surname was Chu Jie, and he was once a survivor of the Chu State. After the country was destroyed and his family was ruined, he and his brother Chu Yao, who had the same surname, supported each other and started their own business from scratch.

"Chu Yao? Chu Wuhui?"

Good news, there is Chu Yao in this world.

Bad news, this Chu Yao is not that Chu Yao.

Shen Tang decided to meet this person.

After learning about the latest military action of the Chu warlord, Shen Tang pawned her belongings, bought an old mule and chased after them. Don't ask her why she didn't find a motorcycle. This world seems to be a normal ancient feudal background. There are no meteorites that change the world pattern, and there are no supernatural powers such as literary and martial courage.

It took Shen Tang half a month to find it.

"It was so hard for me to find it!"

Half a month of sleeping in the open and feeding mosquitoes had completely exhausted her patience. She didn't care that the military camp was a restricted area and common people were not allowed to approach. She broke off a stick as thick as her arm, sharpened both ends, and broke into the military camp directly: "Let Chu Wuhui come out to see me!"

"Who dares to address the military advisor by his name?" The soldiers in the camp stepped forward to stop him. As soon as they finished speaking, they were either kicked by Shen Tang or hit on the back of their heads. They felt dizzy and came into close contact with the ground. In the blink of an eye, four or five people fell to the ground. This move really stirred up a hornet's nest.

The soldier in the sentry tower drew his bow and shot an arrow.

Shen Tang either dodged or fought back, taking one step at a time as if he were in an empty space, and said, "Let Chu Wuhui come out to see me!"

She is not afraid of hidden arrows or swords or guns.

Even seven or eight big men working together could not suppress the strength of her single arm.

Soldier:"……"

What kind of monster is this?

As more and more soldiers fell to the ground and wailed, Shen Tang's clothes were only slightly dirty, and the soldiers' eyes gradually became filled with fear. A hundred or so soldiers were defeated by Shen Tang alone, and no one dared to step forward.

Shen Tang repeated it for the third time.

"Let Chu Wuhui come out to see me!"

"Or, I'll call in and see him."

The soldier did not dare to despise it, and turned around and ran straight to the camp to report the news. About a quarter of an hour later, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from far away. Shen Tang raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged man on horseback.

He was wearing a scholar's robe, his temples were slightly gray, and fine lines had already appeared at the corners of his eyes.

This was Chu Yao, a man in his forties, whom Shen Tang had never seen before.

Although the Chu Yao she knew well had gray hair, he still looked like a young man in his twenties. This Chu Yao had been through a lot, and his lacquered eyes were filled with deep calculations. He couldn't be more mature, and yet couldn't be more unfamiliar: "Is it Chu Wuhui?"

The middle-aged man tightened the reins and dismounted.

He had just received news that a fierce man who could fight one hundred people against one came outside the camp, and he rushed in without reason, knocking down more than 300 people along the way. Not only was he good at close combat, but he was also an expert in archery. He snatched the archer's bow and shot an arrow through the red tassel of the general's helmet 300 meters away, frightening the soldiers so much that they almost crawled over to ask for help. You should know that the number of people shooting halberds at the gate was only a little over 200!
The enemy didn't even see his face before an arrow shot through his forehead. Wouldn't it be easy for the enemy to kill anyone?
The strange thing is that the other party asked to see Chu Yao by name.

So, he came.

"Do you know the warrior's name?"

"Shen Youli."

"Do you and I have any grudge against each other?"

"No injustice, no enmity."

These two questions made the middle-aged man wonder: "Since there was no hatred, why did the warrior break into the barracks and injure the soldiers?"

"Of course I came to see you." Shen Tang held the stolen gun in his hands and said proudly, "I injured them because they tried to stop me from seeing you. If they didn't stop me, why would I hit them?"

It's not her who wants to hit anyone, it's people who want to be hit.

Middle-aged man: "..."

Even though he was well-informed, he was still confused by these words. Even Chu Jie, who came right after him, almost stumbled and sprained his ankle. The soldiers who heard the conversation looked at him strangely, secretly wondering what the relationship between this man and their military advisor was. Although this warrior was dressed sloppily, his facial features were handsome, his eyes were like bright stars, and his eyebrows were like mountains. If he cleaned up a little, he would surely be a handsome man with a majestic appearance.

This face is wonderful whether it is a boy or a girl.

Is he the son of a military advisor?
Or is it the debt of love owed by the military advisor?
Everyone held their breath, waiting for further developments.

The middle-aged man wondered, and thought carefully whether he had seen Shen Youli before. If he had, he would have had some impression of her, given her extraordinary demeanor and her bravery in fighting against a hundred people.

"Chu has never seen a warrior."

"You really have no impression? You don't think I'm approachable?"

"No impression. As for being friendly..." The middle-aged man noticed that Shen Tang's eyes were glued to his face. That kind of aggressive gaze made people feel like their territory was being invaded, so he could not help but avoid it. "The warrior is majestic and handsome. Chu thinks it is normal for anyone who sees him to have admiration for him."

She's good-looking and strong, so it's normal to like her.

It's a different story for different people. He injured more than 300 people in one encounter. Who wouldn't be more afraid of the evil spirit than to get close to it?
Shen Tang puffed up her cheeks and blew a breath, blowing away the messy hair that blocked her view: "Oh, I found the wrong person."

Middle-aged man: "..."

Shen Tang pouted at Chu Jie: "I am penniless, and my old mule died of exhaustion halfway through the journey. Lend me a horse."

It is called borrowing, but it is actually robbing.

The reason is not right, but the anger is strong.

He rode away on Chu Jie's warhorse.

"My Lord, do you want to——"

The deputy general had never seen such an arrogant and domineering person. He was so angry that his face was about to be twisted. He was afraid that Shen Tang would hear him, so he carefully lowered his voice to ask Chu Jie whether he should shoot the man off the horse. Chu Jie looked at the middle-aged man, who shook his head slightly: "Don't cause more trouble..."

More than 300 people were injured but no one was killed, which shows that he really had no ill intentions. It would be good if he could kill him with one arrow, but if he couldn't kill him, wouldn't it alert the enemy and create a strong enemy? It's just a warhorse, and he will take it if he wants it. Seeing that the deputy general was still unconvinced, the middle-aged man said quietly: "This guy hasn't even run 300 meters yet, and he can kill anyone here with one arrow. Can you do it?"

The deputy general was speechless after being asked this question.

Three hundred meters...

Let alone 300 meters, he can hardly even run 100 meters.

"Who on earth is this?"

Shen Youli? Never heard of her.

At the end of the road, a man and a horse faded away and disappeared without a trace.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came again. When Shen Tang opened her eyes, she was back in the flower field, still observing the flowers in the same position as half a month ago. Shen Tang vaguely understood something. Is every flower here a small illusion? In order to verify her guess, she followed the same method and focused her attention on another flower.

Sure enough, there was another moment of weightlessness.

She appeared in a completely unfamiliar city.

The city is peaceful.

This place is the Chu State. Chu Yao became famous at a young age. He was adopted as a son by his mentor and freed from slavery. Before he turned thirty, he was appointed prime minister and opened a prime minister's mansion. He and General Chu Jie stood in the court, one civil and one military. Chu Yao was successful in his career, and he had a virtuous wife and filial children.

"That's what a real man should do."

The speaker's face was filled with envy and longing.

Shen Tang went to look for him, and the doorman said Chu Yao went to his adoptive father's house to celebrate his birthday. The Prime Minister's adoptive father was going to celebrate his birthday, and all the civil and military officials came to congratulate him.

After joining the guests, Shen Tang caught sight of the tall middle-aged man from a distance. Compared with the military advisor Chu Yao, this Prime Minister Chu Yao had experienced less hardships from years of wandering and was full of joy and contentment. He was now calling his mentor his foster father, drinking with his foster brother Chu Jie, with his virtuous wife by his side, and a 15- or 16-year-old boy who looked like him, looking at him with admiration.

"Chu Wuhui."

Shen Tang's voice clearly penetrated the noise and reached his ears.

The excitement in the banquet hall came to an abrupt end. Everyone looked at Shen Tang with eyes that showed him a ghost. A young official stood up and shouted angrily: "You rude boy, where are you from? How dare you address Prime Minister Chu by his name?"

The middle-aged man also looked over and whispered to comfort his wife, children, adoptive father and brother. Although he was treated rudely, he did not call anyone to come and kick Shen Tang out. He just said, "Today is my adoptive father's birthday. If there is nothing important, can you go to the side hall and wait for a while?"

Shen Tang: "Don't you think I'm approachable, Prime Minister Chu?"

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It's another difficult day of spelling and padding, pounding the ground.