Compared with the Calisto group that entered the Ming Dynasty Trial Shijie last time, Xiao Yan's advantage this time is that he has a more perfect interpersonal relationship.

There is a faint irony to say that Xiao Yan is not good at communicating with other people in reality, and has always been treated as a withdrawn and silent individual; But in the trial shijie, he will become extremely self-consistent, easily integrate into the shijie, and communicate with the local natives.

Communication has proven to be very important, and it is far better to be able to maintain some communication with the indigenous people around you in an unfamiliar environment than to struggle alone.

This is not well mastered by many trialist teams, or in other words, in the low-level trial shijie, the charm is not enough.

Xiao Yan and the big stall head's words were just a few words, and the big stall head's face, which was already very serious, was even more ugly, not long after Xiao Yan finished speaking, the big stall head who had already decided in his heart whispered: "If what the gods said is correct, the Jingshi is only afraid that there will be a big chaos, even so, the gods ask for it, not to mention, our family will call a team of elite soldiers and immortals, and all the responsibilities will be borne by our family." ”

Of course, Xiao Yan knew what it meant to not listen to Wei Zhongxian's command and mobilize the elite of Dongchang without authorization, and it was just a felony, even if Wei Zhongxian was in the imperial court, he would be attacked by the Donglin Party.

However, Xiao Yan also knew that the current situation was more critical than the previous two days, and it was pointless to consider what to attack the felony, and everything would wait until the major matter in front of him was resolved.

After the tea time, seven or eight middle-aged people wearing green cloth clothes and unusually calm faces walked over. See the big stall. They all saluted. said together: "There is no need to worry too much about the big stalls, and you should know that the capital is a place, how can you tolerate the rampant of the small and the small." ”

The head of the stall glanced at a few people, nodded slightly, and said, "Today's matter is very important, and I won't talk about it in detail with you." Even if the factory is on the side, I am afraid that I am still entangled in the affairs of the Guogong Mansion now, and I can't take care of it for a while, but I just need to remember that this trip should be cautious, not reckless, and do everything according to the instructions of the gods. ”

Turning his head, the big stall looked at Xiao Yan and said, "Immortal Lin, these lives will be handed over to the immortals." Between life and death, please take care of the gods. ”

Xiao Yan turned his head and glanced at those faces that were as calm as water. The middle-aged fanzi, who couldn't see any feelings, was suddenly in his heart, and he only felt that his heart was churning, and he vaguely heard how many voices around him were crying, but he didn't dare to step forward, and he only patrolled outside.

If there are no voices of those cries, you can faintly hear them as long as you look at them, and if you look away, the sound will disappear in an instant.

In addition, the green cloth clothes on these fans look quite ordinary, but if you take a closer look, you always feel that these clothes are constantly oozing endless blood from them, but if you really concentrate, the clothes are still as normal as before.

Xiao Yan knew that these few people were only afraid of killing a lot, and all kinds of characters were damaged under them, so they naturally had some inexplicable aura on their bodies; Besides, his spiritual attributes have just skyrocketed, and his various perceptions have become more acute than before, and the time is short, and he has not fully adapted to it, so he has such an illusion.

Even so, it is enough to show that the strength of these fans is much stronger than that of ordinary brocade guards.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "Even if you don't say it, I won't treat them as grass mustard." ”

The big stall head thought that Xiao Yan would say that there was a big kill at the side gate of the Dongchang that day, the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, and he didn't speak, he turned the horse and left, and the fans behind him were also silent, and left quickly behind the big stall head.

After a while, the street became deserted, and if it weren't for the fact that those brocade guards were still there, it was as if those things had never happened on this street before.

Xiao Yan was a little embarrassed, but he didn't care too much at this time, and turned to Fanzi on the other side and said, "You have to talk to my companion, we will wait for him at Xizhimen." ”

Hearing Xiao Yan's words, the fan rolled his eyes at Xiao Yan, and responded in a deep voice that he ignored: "What did the fairy say?" There is a lot of chaos here, where is the time to wait for the fairy companions, go, go, with me waiting, can't the gods be safe? ”

Xiao Yan wanted to say that safety was not important, but looking at the occasional flash of coldness in the eyes of these fans, he didn't speak, just nodded, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, let's go here, wait for my companion to delay time, let's go." ”

Calristo and Xiao Yan turned around and got into the carriage, and in the sound of the car, the female trialist lifted the curtain and looked out, seeing that those fans seemed to be listlessly following the cart one by one, but faintly surrounded the cart. Seeing this, Calisto whispered, "How nice it would have been if we had such a team with us?" ”

"You guys?"

Xiao Yan was slightly stunned and asked, "Are you talking about the last Ming Dynasty trial shijie?" ”

I didn't want Calristo to look at him blankly and asked, "The last Ming Dynasty trial shijie?" What did you say? I'm talking about my brother Laikaon and I just becoming trialists not long ago, and when we entered the new trial shijie. ”

Xiao Yan frowned and said, "Okay, I need to confirm how much you remember and how much you have forgotten, this matter is very important." ”

"How much have you forgotten? Uh, what do you want to say? “

Xiao Yan looked at Calisto, still unable to determine whether the "memory was erased by the Shijie Tree" was true or false, or if it was just Calisto's self-escape. Just like in the real Shijie, Xiao Yan did it a few years ago, taking the initiative to close his memory, completely sealing a person or a period of the past, and extracting only those things he needs.

However, this kind of thing is always a personal problem for Calisto, Xiao Yan thought about it, shook his head and said, "Okay, that's nothing, as long as you remember your battles and skills." ”

Calristo shook his head slightly, and said, "In my memory, there is a blank, yes, I can only remember that my brother and I entered a different squad, and then, what is that squad?" ”

Seeing that Xiao Yan didn't answer, the female trialist frowned and continued: "I have forgotten a lot of things, and I can't say that I have forgotten completely, those vague feelings make me tired, okay, we need to make some serious preparations and fights, so that I can get out of this time that bores me as soon as possible." ”

Xiao Yan turned his head to avoid the female trialist's gaze and responded: "Yes, we all hate everything now, these messy things originally made our current life fragmented, but now it is pointless to say this, complete the task, go higher, this is the only thing we need to do at the moment." ”

Calristo smiled slightly, lowered the curtains, listened to the sound of wheels outside the car, and stopped talking.

Xiao Yan vaguely felt that he seemed to have returned to reality, the carriage had become the Audi, and the female trialist beside him had also been replaced by another person.

Do you do it all over again, will anything change?

For Xiao Yan, doing it all over again will not change much.

Compared with the imperial capital of Shijie in reality, the capital of the Ming Dynasty was not too big, but compared with the current behemoth with a population of more than 10 million, at that time, the capital of the Ming Dynasty could be called one of the best in the Shijie range.

In such a city, even a horse-drawn carriage would take quite a long time to travel from the southeast corner of the city to the northwest corner of the city, and it would take a lot longer to go around the palace.

When the vehicle was about to arrive at Xizhimen, the sky had darkened, and there were many fewer pedestrians outside, and Xiao Yan could vaguely hear the sound of the child calling for his child to go home in the distance outside the carriage.

If you just look at such a scene, you can get some of the feeling that people live and work in peace and contentment, and the capital in the evening, regardless of those dignitaries and nobles, becomes a little lazy.

The dim bean lamp dimmed the houses on the street, but how many families talked about today and tomorrow around such dim lights, and then spent this peaceful night with satisfaction or disappointment.

Xiao Yan raised the curtain of the car and looked at Shijie outside, in his eyes, the sunset that was about to completely set made the whole city rendered a faint layer of blood, and, as the sunset slowly fell, this layer of blood became more and more intense, until some places became black stains like ink balls.

At this moment, the driver driving in front of him suddenly turned his head and asked, "Xizhimen is not far away, Lin Shenxian, where are you going?" ”

"I'm looking for a place called Mao'er Hutong in Xizhimen, do you know where it is?"

The coachman was stunned for a moment and replied, "We don't know about this kind of place." ”

Although the two people spoke in a low voice, they had heard very clearly in the Dongchang next to the carriage, and one of them immediately jumped off the horse, glanced left and right, grabbed a man who was hiding on the side of the street, and asked in a low voice: "Is there a hat alley here?" ”

The man shuddered again and again, and replied tremblingly: "Yes, yes, but I don't live here permanently, and I don't know where it is." ”

The fanzi stared at the man, his right hand didn't know when he had pulled out half of the waist knife behind him, and the voice of Cang Langlang was extremely harsh in such an evening, in such a voice, the man was so frightened that he stood in both strands, and shouted: "I know, I know, my father-in-law is angry, I know that hat alley." ”

In the blink of an eye, several other fans jumped off the horse together and walked to the man's side, but there was no trace of confusion, only the previous fan asked: "What's wrong with this hat alley, which makes you afraid to be like this?" (To be continued......)