The cook replied, "It is said that he was the first high priest, and he disappeared soon after the temple was built, and some say that he is immortal, and after many years I saw him in the temple, and he was still the same as he was at the beginning, but in a blink of an eye, he disappeared." Later, for some reason, the second and third priests after him burned books about him, and did not teach anyone to record them, leaving only a book about the priestly calendar, and the stories passed down from mouth to mouth. ”

The cook said and laughed: "We ordinary mortals can't have the ability to talk to the god Gala like the priests, so we have to pay special attention to the priests, if you go back and ask my mother, she can still count the priests of the past one by one and tell their stories." ”

"Priest, what's your name?"

It seems that the priest really lived a very vivid life in the story passed down by the people, and the cook opened his mouth and came: "Yu Su." ”

"The first high priest is called Yu Su."

For a while, Chen Tongsheng's eyes seemed to be full of snow-white wind and frost, and the wind roared, only the sound penetrated the obstacle that was covered up, and the haze that was blocked from generation to generation reached her ears, as if that person was standing behind her in the frost and snow, leaning down and saying softly: "Look, only I have fulfilled my promise." ”

This sits alongside the imperial power, and even overrides it, the fanatical and incomprehensible belief in Galashia.

I share the world with your surname.

Chen Tongsheng turned his head inch by inch, staring at the face of the person behind him.

She remembered the secret method implemented with the help of Feiguang, the trick that could change the tanuki for the prince, created a sixth princess, and created a crown prince with an empty body.

She knew who Song Chuanbai looked like.

It's not the Xiaobai in her dreams, it's not the emperor who has been masked off, it's not anyone else.

It's Yu Su.

Yu Yu used Feiguang to transform his face on the faces of others when he could not survive in the world normally.

He copied the boy in Gala's heart at the beginning, and then copied that face endlessly, like an unswerving ghost, a haunting ghost.

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Song Chuanbai couldn't describe Chen Tongsheng's face as badly, it was as pale as a daytime, she gasped and took a few steps back, although she suddenly squatted down with her head as if she was about to shake off something.

Evil ghosts, really evil ghosts.

Even if Gala died, he would not be able to live, and he would first occupy the position of priest, build a high-sounding temple, and trap Gala in it forever, bound by the faith of the people of the Northern Dynasty for generations.

If she will never be able to return to her homeland, and that the priests who will pass on her wishes from generation to generation will not be able to survive in peace.

Why can the people count each generation of priests clearly and tell their stories in detail, because no priest can live well, no priest can live a normal life, they must be born as if they are characters in the script, ill-fated, seemingly dramatic conflicts, ingenious arrangements, and whoever they have encountered in their lives is willing to tell another person to listen to the fun after dinner, but in fact they are in pain and cannot be separated at all.

Maybe Chen Xinlan's hatred is not Chen Ke, and it is not Chen Ke who resents it, but what she has already discovered, the constant reincarnation of fate.

Seeing this, the cook hurriedly picked up the bowl and went to catch Chen Tongsheng, Song Chuanbai shouted, "What are you doing?" ”

"Let the little nobleman drink this!" The cook was busy: "It's good for her to drink this!" It is recorded in ancient books that loose soup is the cure for this! ”

Song Chuanbai didn't want Chen Tongsheng to drink this thing, whether it was harmful or not, he had no bottom in his heart. Although the people of the Northern Dynasty have been drinking such things, what if it is chronic? What if someone in the palace wants to harm her?

What if there is the same young species in Feiguang here, and she is also taught to be infected?

The cook was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and the head of the imperial dining room heard the sound, and when he heard the words, he also said that Chen Tongsheng should drink loose soup, and the cook said that this loose soup was invented at the beginning, just to cure this sudden hysteria, and said in a row: "If something happens to the little nobleman, none of us can afford it!" ”

The cook was afraid that this person would not understand a fart, so he explained to him at this time that in ancient times, that is, the ancestors of the Northern Dynasties, were cursed by geography, and often people went crazy for no reason, and when it was serious, most of the people in the settlement would suddenly go crazy, and the ancestors couldn't bear to continue to live in such a place, so they migrated to the people, and on the way, they invented loose soup, so that they could get out of the predicament smoothly, and not all of them went crazy on the way.

Song Chuanbai was not in the mood to listen to the chef continue to talk about the history of Santang, and when he turned Chen Tongsheng's face to look, he saw that her forehead was full of sweat, and she was already frightened to the point that her teeth chattered, and her whole body was tense and reminded of the strings that had been pulled to the extreme, as long as she used a little more force, the whole root would break.

Song Chuanbai had no choice but to take the bowl and said quickly: "Indeed, if something happens to her, let's accompany her!" ”

As he spoke, he pinched Chen Tongsheng's chin, and the decoction couldn't be poured in, so he had to take a sip by himself and feed it mouth-to-mouth.

After feeding half a bowl, Chen Tongsheng coughed and pushed him, Song Chuanbai retreated a little, and asked repeatedly: "How are you, how are you?" ”

Chen Tongsheng didn't speak, he covered his mouth and coughed for a long time, listening to the sound and feeling that he was about to cough out his lungs, Song Chuanbai was at a loss on the side, and he didn't dare to shoot, and the manager had already flown to the doctor with a rolling belt.

It wasn't until he heard Chen Tongsheng take time out of his busy schedule to laugh that Song Chuanbai knew that she had eased up, and immediately drank half of the bowl in her hand in one go, leaving only one bowl bottom in her hand, and did not ask the cook to take it away.

If something really happened to Chen Tongsheng, it would be useful, at least more useful than the evidence that was destroyed at that time.

As for why he drank it, he didn't think about it so much at that time, it was completely subconscious, and when Chen Tongsheng eased up and sat down, Song Chuanbai glanced at the loose soup in his hand, and thought in horror: What am I doing?

Even if there is a problem with this soup, why should I drink it?

Even if he felt surprised and frightened, when Song Chuanbai recalled and analyzed his instinctive thoughts at that moment, all he found was a sentence.

There was only one thought in his mind at that time:

If something happened to Chen Tongsheng with the loose soup he fed with his own hands, then he would have to suffer the same consequences.

He must suffer the same consequences.

This is an impulsive and stupid idea, according to Song Chuanbai's previous ridicule of others, it is "If there is nothing to do, this is a superfluous move, in case of an accident, this is to lose the wife and the soldiers."

If Chen Tongsheng really has something, he doesn't want to investigate and fight, where is the kung fu and the illness?

But the reason is clear, and at that moment, I can't wait to empathize with her, and immediately drill into her mind to pick out all the troubled emotions, and he is just a brute bull who insists on going his own way.

Song Chuanbai stood in place in amazement, understanding what he was doing just now.

That's what companionship means.

He had always wanted to take advantage of Chen Tongsheng's preference for his appearance and his guilt to domesticate her, but he never thought that he himself was domesticated first.

He slowly squatted down in front of Chen Tongsheng, forgetting to lift the corners of his robe, looked at her and asked, "How are you?" ”

Will Chen Tongsheng make the choice he just made?

She won't.

She is a person who will not completely give up her advantage, and if she shows sacrifice or is desperate in a confrontation with others, it is either that she has united with others and has the next harder blow, or she thinks that she will not lose one for another.

Chen Tongsheng is not afraid to sacrifice herself, but she will never do a business that not only does not recover her principal but also loses money.

If it was Song Chuanbai who had just appeared in this situation, then Chen Tongsheng must have been rescuing him, and he was already subconsciously thinking about what she would do after Song Chuanbai's accident.

How to protect yourself quickly, how to search for a target, how to carry out her revenge.

She would never drink the leftover loose soup and put herself in a position where she might be as dangerous as Song Chuanbai, because in this way, she would have no chance of winning.

Chen Tongsheng looked a little tired, and said softly, "What did I drink just now?" ”

"Loose soup."

The cook retreated by himself with the eyesight, only probing his brain at the door, Chen Tongsheng's voice was very low, as if he had been drained of strength.

"Loose soup is not the same as flying light." "The effect may even be the exact opposite," she whispered. ”

"Indeed," Song Chuanbai also felt after drinking: "The flying light just smells the taste, which makes people feel sticky, but when the soup is entered, it only feels that the Lingtai is clear." ”

How did it become two things entirely?

"Most of the flavors added by the chef are recognized, sour fruit, green plum, silver dangrass, dipterocarp, snakeberry leaves, ......" Chen Tongsheng closed his eyes and thought for a while: "There is only one." ”

There was only one liquid scooped out of a particular clay pot, which they did not recognize.

So the cook was called back again, and when the two asked, the cook said, "This is a special offering!" ”

According to the cook, this is the liquid that flows from a specific hole in the mine, which is filtered and processed by a professional workshop and finally sent to the temple for ignition before being transported out for distribution and sale.

Don't look at the fact that there are so many people in the temple, they still have to work on weekdays, and the work is still very heavy.

Chen Tongsheng intuitively felt that she had caught something, and hurriedly got up and was about to go to the mine, but was stopped by Song Chuanbai.

"Your face is too bad, you might as well rest first......

Chen Tongsheng shook his head: "I have a hunch," she lowered her voice, avoiding the cook: "Yu Yu is coming." ”

Song Chuanbai's expression tightened.

"After I went to the mine, Xin Lan was about to come to see me, and I had something to ask her."

Chen Tongsheng arranged the next itinerary very well, and said: "I only thought that the overthrow of any dynasty would take time, but I ignored the fact that Yu Su had been dormant in this dynasty for many years, and I also forgot, I remember the time when the Northern Dynasty fell......"

She looked down at her hands: "Almost, that's my age." ”

"What the hell are you ......" Song Chuanbai followed up and asked, "What did you see just now?" ”

"Yu Su." Chen Tongsheng replied without hesitation: "I didn't see his face, but I knew that he was in front of my eyes, and he was everywhere." ”

"Is that all?"

That's all that scared Chen Tongsheng like that?

Chen Tongsheng stared at him deeply, his gaze was difficult to read, and he said half-loudly: "Yes, there is only these." ”