Ark of the Immortal

As Liang Xun spoke, the vehicle followed the bridge and arrived in the downtown area.

Even if the car windows are closed, the undead can still hear people's shouts and the sound of vehicles from outside.

It's almost late at night, but the urban area of ​​Shang Shu is still so lively, like a city that never sleeps.

I thought you, General God, knew what was going on. After all, if it were just us, we wouldn't be able to do this at all, and we would all rely on the blessings you left behind.

Liang Xun's tone was respectful, but his words became more and more confusing to the undead.

He himself didn't know how to move mountains and seas, so why did Dayan Ren say that he was the one who did everything?

If it was really something he left behind, what did he think at the time? How did he do it?

How powerful was he at that time?

The undead became increasingly silent, and Liang Xun didn't care, fully fulfilling his duty as a guide.

Whenever he passes by a place, he tells the immortal about the deeds of those places. Many of the things he tells are very unfamiliar to the immortal.

When the vehicle finally stopped, the undead man was already deeply confused.

Dayan's appearance was completely different from what he expected.

Wei Yanwu had vaccinated the immortals. He said that the appearance of Dayan was different from all the cities in his impression.

Now, in the ears of the undead, the Great Yan people completely ignore natural disasters, and even the rivers can be blocked and diverted. What exactly do the Great Yan people rely on? What role can the immortal himself play?

Liang Xun got out of the car first. He came to the undead man and opened the door for him.

The undead man got out of the car, put the sword flat on his knees behind his back, and looked up at the tall building in front of him.

This is the temporary residence I have arranged for you. I hope you won't dislike it.

Liang Xun stood behind the undead man and said.

The undead man looked back at him, wondering what Lord Liang Xun was thinking.

Master Liang, I want to go to the capital.

Yes, my subordinates know.

Liang Xun lowered his head slightly and said without any emotion in his words.

Now, the spring hunting is coming, there are still important matters in the army that have not been dealt with, and the selection of the southern expedition army you are leading has not been completed. The Spring Festival is approaching, the palace is up all night, and the emperor has no time. I will summon you over there in the capital. Before that, why don't you stay in Shang Shu for a few more days? You can also let me fulfill my friendship as a landlord.

Liang Xun's words were clear-cut, and the immortal couldn't think of any other reason to refuse.

To be honest, this city of Shang Shu really aroused a strong interest in the undead.

There's nothing going on anyway, so it's better to stay in Shang Shu for a few days.

good.

The immortal didn't say much. After saying a word, he raised his legs and walked into the building.

please.

Liang Xun followed the undead man two steps and sent him into the hotel lobby behind him.

Liang Xun had made arrangements a long time ago, and he didn't just make temporary decisions after the undead arrived.

The undead man's journey was smooth, and even his room had been arranged in advance.

I heard that the undead man asked for an iron basin and firewood on the way, so a large cast iron pot was placed in the room for the undead man. The corner of the room was filled with high-quality firewood. Just by looking at its color, I knew it would last a long time.

The attentiveness shown by Liang Xun made the immortal people always feel that there was something wrong with him. He was too enthusiastic.

He was so enthusiastic that even the immortals couldn't tell whether he was investigating him or just getting to know him just to entertain him.

However, the immortal wood fireman liked it very much. He stared at the firewood as soon as he entered the room.

Every evening, there will be a dedicated person delivering you the day's firewood. If you have more detailed requirements, you can also explain it to the boy. As long as it is the request of the God General, I will definitely satisfy it.

The undead man put down his sword and leaned against the wall. He turned around and asked.

My friends, where are they?

The room is arranged next to yours, but Miss Chen Huijie has been entrusted by Lord Wei Yanwu and will not stay here tonight. Another friend of yours has also arranged the same room as yours.

The undead man looked up and saw that the height of the room was at least four meters. Even Wenstein could stand upright at such a height.

The undead man was silent for a while, then he said.

Lord Liang Xun.

The official is here.

Are you asking for something from me?

No.

Liang Xun shook his head.

The undead man continued to ask.

You know my preferences. You know my habits. But you and I have nothing to do with each other.

This is what a subordinate should do. The Emperor has ordered that I should do my best. Whether I have any requests or not has nothing to do with you.

The immortal stared at Liang Xun.

Liang Xun clasped his fists and bowed, without any reaction at all, and the expression on his face was very dull.

After a few seconds, the undead man looked back.

I am very satisfied.

Thank you God for your praise.

When are you going to the capital?

When the emperor gives the order, I will arrange the manpower to send you to Beijing.

What else do you have planned?

It is the lower official's responsibility to arrange the residence and daily life for the god general. The lower official has no right to interfere with any other matters.

As if he was worried that the undead would think this was restricting his freedom, Liang Xun added a special sentence.

During this period, all areas in Shang Shu will be opened for you, and no one will follow you anywhere.

The Immortal Man really couldn't find any words in Liang Xun's arrangements that would restrict his actions. Such freedom made him couldn't help but look at Liang Xun for a while.

Liang Xun is still the same, calm and gentle.

After a while, the undead man came to the firewood, grabbed a piece of firewood, broke it open with his hands, and tore it in half.

Then you can go.

Yes, I am resigning.

Liang Xun exited the room in a polite manner and helped the undead man to close the door quietly.

The undead man threw the firewood into the cast iron pot, took off the spiral sword from his waist, and inserted it into the pot.

laugh...

The flames spread quietly from the hilt of the sword, igniting the entire pot, reflecting the armor on the undead man.

After Liang Xun left the undead room, he took the elevator all the way down to the lobby.

The Lupo boy who drove the undead man before saw Liang Xun coming out and quickly followed Liang Xun's pace.

What's going on over there at Si Suitai?

Back to my lord, I haven't moved yet.

...

Liang Xun glanced sideways at the Luper tribe and snorted coldly.

Huh, I haven't moved yet, so I'm really calm.

Sir, now that the god is in a hurry to come to Beijing, you are leaving him here. I'm afraid it's a bit...

As soon as the confidant of the Lupo tribe said this, Liang Xun immediately stopped.

As soon as Liang Xun's steps stopped, his confidant also knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Excuse me, my lord! I just...

I know you are thinking about me, but some things you think are a little too simple.

Liang Xun reached out and patted his confidant on the shoulder twice.

The border army's defense change is imminent, and the radicals are trying their best to solve the problem of those ominous creatures. There is no movement at all at Si Suitai, but it is not just because they are calm, but to express their stance to the emperor.

Liang Xun squinted his eyes, looked at his confidants who were groveling in front of him, and said.

Now, it happens that the god will return to me, Great Yan. Do you really think that it is my intention to ask the god to stay in Shang Shu?

You are not...

The confidant was about to say something, but immediately reacted and shut up.

How can personal hobbies be related to national affairs? You...

Liang Xun shook his head, turned around and continued walking out of the hall.

The confidants quickly followed.

What Si Suitai can't do doesn't mean that the God General can't do it. The God General staying in Shang Shu is exactly what the edict means. Do you understand?

Liang Xun whispered as he walked. After hearing this, his confidants quickly lowered their heads, and their hearts could not help but beat.

In the past few days, remember when the Lord General will leave and when he will come back, but don't send anyone to follow the General. He has begun to doubt my purpose, so you can't make him unhappy. Do you understand?

Yes! I understand!

269. I don’t owe you money, right?

Liang Xun's purpose is definitely not to simply let the undead stay in Shang Shu.

Although with his attitude, in the eyes of outsiders, this so-called reason for being a landlord is indeed reasonable.

But the undead man himself knew his own feelings best, when Liang Xun looked at him. In addition to due respect, it also has other meanings. It's like counting the undead as a chess move. And letting the undead stay in Shang Shu was a special plan of his.

The Immortal is definitely not wrong about this feeling. He is too familiar with this feeling of everything being arranged.

Once during his journey, it seemed calm and calm, nothing bad happened, only good things that made people feel happy, then what was waiting for the undead behind was definitely some conspiracy.

To put it bluntly, no one is kind to themselves for no reason. The people of Dayan indeed have great respect for the god-general, and the joy that the driver took out a pen and paper to ask the undead to sign was not false. But Liang Xun's purposeful actions are still a bit obvious.

The undead man thought for a long time in the room. He really couldn't imagine that there could be anything in him that Liang Xun was eyeing.

Does he want his own armor? My own big sword?

This reason makes no sense, and is really puzzling to the immortal.

But just as the undead man was thinking about it in his room, there was a knock on the door of his room.

Is the immortal here? It's me, Onstein.

The undead man came to the door of the room and opened the door for Onstein.

Wenstein's huge body squatted in the corridor. He glanced inside the undead room and saw a huge space. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then half-knelt down, leaning sideways, as if crawling into a hole, and barely entered the door of the undead room.

There are people around me talking to you these days. I'm really not used to being alone, so I came over to talk to you.

It just so happens that I also have something I want to ask you.

Onstein and the undead returned to sit by the campfire.

The undead man hooked his hand at Onstein, gesturing for him to give him the firewood behind him.

Onstein grabbed a few and placed them next to the campfire, letting the undead take them.

The undead man grabbed a piece of firewood, tore it in half and threw it into the bonfire in front of him, and he spoke.

What do you think of this Liang Xun?

Very enthusiastic. Although he looks stern and has a poker face, he is quite sincere in what he does.

Wenstein sat down, stretched his upper body, glanced at the undead man, and asked.

Do you think his purpose is impure?