The slaves that Shen Gui said were not in fact in that kind of narrow nationalism, but about the fundamental differences in different ideologies and the deep anxiety about the future of the Northern Yan Dynasty. Of course, he can only hide this worry in his heart for now, because even if he says it, he will not be understood and recognized in the real sense. For the comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with him in this room, he could only slowly use a subtle form to let them truly understand and digest.

Unlike Fu Yi and Qi Hui, two uncaring guys, He Wendao, who had a firm belief in his heart, listened to Shen Gui's words, and his eyes became even more confused. In his heart, the final winner of the upcoming war, whether it is Youbei Sanlu, who was born in the Caotai team, or Mobei, a small subordinate country that split from the former Dayan, or even the Beiyan Dynasty, which has received the orthodox inheritance of Dayan, is not a foreign invasion. Since this is the case, it is not a slave at all, at most it is just a change of dynasty after internal digestion.

Although He Wendao couldn't understand Shen Gui's true thoughts, since the moment he rescued Shen Gui from the lobby of Fengjing Mansion, he had already tied himself firmly to Shen Gui's chariot. And in order to rescue the owner, he also tied himself to the front of the car on the cusp. His act of sacrificing himself to save others, whether he intends to repay his mentor Li Xuanyu for his nurturing kindness, or whether he can't bear to see the incense of shamanism for thousands of years extinguished, he is already determined to die.

Because of his anti-water behavior before the battle, the victim is the current emperor of the three roads in the north! Not only did he commit the deception of the king, but also made Yan Hunt, who was already extremely vain, deeply understand what it means to lose face.

And when Sun Baizhi used his family as a guarantor to save him from the Senluo Hell of the Imperial Horse Prison, he also pinned his second life on Shen Gui.

At this time, he said slowly to Shen Gui in a hoarse voice:

"Whatever you want to do, shamanism will be your closest ally and your strongest backing. I also made it very clear in the lobby of Fengjing Mansion before, in fact, this is also the former great shaman Li Xuanyu, who has secretly arranged it a long time ago. Shen Gui you don't have a shamanic spirit, so you are not qualified to succeed as a great shaman. However, between your relationship with the current Great Shaman Lin Siwei, you can also exercise the ...... of the Great Shaman on your behalf."

Shen Gui hurriedly waved his hand when he heard this:

"I said, Lao He, your mind is too vicious, right? Bag, he hasn't even passed his first seven, and you're counting on me to go up? Are you planning to kill Yan Hunt with me? If you really lack a great shaman who can take charge of things, I have a good candidate, but I haven't asked anyone yet, so it's hard to say it first. I think so, when you get better, you can temporarily take on the position of the Great Shaman, and I will help you take on the role of Dharma protector. Anyway, the Dharma protector doesn't need to pray for the soul, and I can barely take care of the work that offends people. ”

After He Wendao listened, he also nodded. Although shamanism is already fragmented and on the verge of collapse, the shamanic spirit body has such natural divine power, if there is it, if there is none, it is not, but it can't be done at all. The expedient measure of Shen Gui in front of him can temporarily maintain the daily operation of shamanism, which is also a compromise.

At this time, the sky in Fengjing City had all lit up, and the noisy sound of fireworks was also heard on Hezhong Street, which was across the street from the Shen Mansion. Shen Gui looked around, and saw that no one had any different opinions, so he opened his mouth and made a summary:

"Then let's do this first, Xiao Hui, you have been paying more attention to the news from Beiyan recently; And Fu Yi also stepped up the monitoring of the Zhongshan Road Governor's Army; Wen Dao ...... You can honestly recuperate at home, and shamanism is not in a hurry at this time. ”

As soon as the symposium ended, tens of thousands of taels returned in a second, and they rushed out of the door, but they didn't expect to bump into a tall man head-on as soon as they left the gate of the Shen Mansion.

"Yan Er? Why are you here so early? ”

As soon as Qi Hui looked up, he found that it was an old acquaintance, so he blurted out a hello. Unexpectedly, a short man suddenly flashed behind Yan Qinghong, and he pulled out the steel knife in his hand with a snort:

"Presumptuous! What kind of person are you? Dare to our second ...... of the secluded north The second young master is disrespectful ......"

Yan Qinghong also stretched out his hand to stop the short man with an embarrassed face, and pointed to an ordinary carriage behind him at Qi Hui. Then Qi Hui said apologetically:

"Xiao Hui, if you are in a hurry, let's go first, I came to Shen Gui today to discuss something important......

After saying a word, he winked at Qi Hui, who was a little stunned. As soon as Qi Hui saw his attitude, he understood a little, and he didn't say anything more, lowered his head and walked away.

Yan Qinghong turned his head and glared at the short man:

"The streets in the middle of the river are already mixed, don't you think we are not eye-catching enough? Get away, I don't want to feel your presence again! ”

Yan Qinghong was rarely a little annoyed, and after reprimanding the entourage in a stern tone, he stepped forward and knocked on the wide open street door.

Just knocked three times, an old man with a white beard poked out of the door, he tilted his head to look at the second prince outside the door, yawned and said:

"Yan Er? Isn't this door open? You just go in directly, why do you have to disturb the old man's dreams? Liu Banxian, who was sleeping in a daze, muttered a little disgusted.

Yan Qinghong's heart suddenly shook a huge wave: How many hole cards does this kid Shen Gui have? Although Liu Banxian broke into the palace alone a few days ago, he killed a thousand Taibai Wei first, and hit Lu Xiangyin, the number one master in the Ouchi, with another move, although Yan Hunt and the Imperial Horse Supervisor jointly issued a gag order, but still couldn't stop the gossip from being spread. Although the content of the rumors is different, there is one thing that everyone agrees on: that is, this Liu Banxian must be the legendary Heavenly Spirit Vein Martial Artist.

There is such a Heavenly Spirit Vein martial artist under Shen Gui's command, it is not good to worship in the upper room, and he actually arranged for the gatehouse to guard the door, which is simply a waste of waste!

Although he was extremely surprised in his heart, in the face of the question of the Heavenly Spirit Vein Martial Artist, Yan Qinghong still did not dare to be rude. After all, this old liar, although he looks treacherous and slippery on weekdays, his father almost died at the hands of others!

"This doorman...... The half-immortal still has to trouble you to report it...... Let's just say that Yan Qinghong has "important things" to discuss! ”

Liu Banxian rubbed his eyes, flicked the eye feces rubbed off, and muttered disdainfully and walked towards the inner house:

"It's still business...... If the old man had taken a few steps further that day, your Yan family would still have a fart business. Every day I pretend to be ......"

Yan Qinghong was scolded by this heart, and he couldn't find a sentence to talk back, so his chest was extremely depressed. And these big words also came into the carriage behind Yan Qinghong, and it was still quiet, and no sound came out.

It didn't take long for Shen Gui, who was just about to get a good night's sleep, to pull his shoes and follow Liu Banxian to the gatehouse with a resentful face. With the breath of getting up, he carefully looked at Yan Qinghong, who had an embarrassed expression:

"You come to this house more often than me, what kind of politeness you pretend. I got up too early today and was too lazy......"

"Young Master Shen, don't blame, today is a visit with the mourning family, so Qinghong will be so restrained."

A slightly rough female voice came from the carriage, and the cotton curtain of the door slowly opened at the same time. I saw a plump woman slowly walking down from the carriage. This woman was dressed as an ordinary person, and she seemed to be about forty years old, her skin was slightly rough and dull, and her body was more than half a head taller than that of ordinary women.

Yan Qinghong turned sideways with a slightly embarrassed expression, raised his arms and let him in front of the woman:

"My mother, Lan Guifei Bao's ......"

Shen Gui's eyes widened in extreme surprise, his lips trembled and pointed at Yan Qinghong, he couldn't say a word, and at this time, a pretty blue-white figure appeared in the carriage, with a delicate body and fair skin, and his behavior was extremely decent, even in the subtleties. The girl who just got out of the carriage is Yan Qinghong's own sister, and she is also the youngest daughter of the Bao family, and Yan Shuqing, the princess of Fengyang who has had a relationship with Shen Gui.

When Shen Gui saw that their family of three was visiting together, he didn't care about being surprised, so he quickly let the three of them into the house, closed the door again, and put the thickest bolt on it to make sure it was safe.

Fu Yi led the way for Concubine Lan and Princess Fengyang in front, and Shen Gui, who was deliberately lagging behind, dragged Yan Qinghong and quietly counted:

"I just told you, let your family of three honestly hide in the palace. It's good that you dragged the whole family to me, are you afraid that people won't find a good opportunity to serve a pot? ”