Night.

In Song Lanyi's courtyard, a candle is lit.

I saw Song Lanyi sitting opposite a man, and there was a pot of tea on the table that was steaming.

This man was none other than Mr. Yang Ming.

For Wang Yangming, that is, his own summoning "strategist", Song Lanyi can reveal a lot of information.

After all, as her summoning warrior, Song Lanyi naturally stood on the same side as them.

It's all grasshoppers on a rope.

These include the situation in the south, the experience of killing the Quartet in Yin Si last night, and his plans for the future.

In this process, Wang Yangming has always listened quietly and played a good role as a listener.

Until Song Lanyi spoke dryly, and finally drank the already cold tea like a cow chewing a peony.

Only then did Wang Yangming speak: "There is no problem with your thinking, and there is no problem with the lesson plan you said. It's just that I have a few questions that I don't understand."

Song Lanyi smiled bitterly, "The beginning and end is that Mr. has questions, in my heart, why is it a doubt? But there is no one to talk to."

Li Bai and Du Fu, these two people are not born to engage in power schemes, even if Song Lanyi asks, it is useless.

But if it is Pu Song, Zhu Xulin and others, they always find it difficult to speak.

Now that it's okay, with this Daming fierce man, Song Lanyi can finally pour it out.

She frowned, "Mr. Yangming, don't you think it's strange? This phenomenon in the south is already three feet freezing, not a day's cold, and the people have been bitter for a long time. There are two vassal kings in the south, it's not that they don't know all this, so why delay until this time and leave this matter to us people?"

Wang Yangming's palm was on his knee, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the table, as if he was muttering something, and after a while, he slowly spoke, "Little lord can still remember that when you entered the underworld, the Emperor of Xudu said that he was the Emperor of the Eastern Eighth District Difu. This means that there are at least multiple underworlds here in the south."

According to Mr. Yang Ming's train of thought, Song Lanyi suddenly had a feeling of hair standing on end.

This so-called underworld system...... Even bigger than she thought.

It's just that she wasn't too afraid, but held her chin, "But no matter how the people behind it calculate, with Zhu Xu's presence this time, at least in terms of safety, there is still a certain amount of security."

"And...... According to what I have come into contact with so far, the quality of these underworld ghosts and gods is not high, and they are more like ...... A thug who suddenly has extraordinary strength."

Hearing Song Lanyi's words, Wang Yangming glanced at her in surprise.

This little lord, although he is not very old, his intuition is quite keen.

Song Lanyi noticed his gaze and smiled, "Mr. Yangming, you haven't heard of this, a woman's intuition is super accurate!"

Wang Yangming felt that talking to Song Lanyi was very relaxed, and he had the feeling of enjoying family fun with juniors in his later years.

He smiled and replied, "That's pretty good."

Song Lanyi sneered and laughed.

This Mr. Yang Ming seems to be a little different from her impression.

After laughing for a while, the two got back to business.

I only heard Wang Yangming say slowly, "In addition to the fact that the underworld is very big and things are tricky, so it has dragged on for so many years, there is another reason."

"What?"

"Is there a possibility...... That Pu Song is actually far stronger than you think?"

Song Lanyi did not immediately refute, but frowned and pondered.

It's not that she's stupid, but she's been doing too much for a long time, and she's stuck in the game, and she rarely has time to look at everyone in a way that jumps out of the game.

But now it seems that this Pu Song ...... Obviously not ordinary.

The most important thing is that there is only one word difference between him and Pu Songling in his previous life.

And it just so happened that Pu Song once performed the juggling of stealing peaches, and in the previous life Pu Songling's book "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", there was also stealing peaches

Canto.

And what did Pu Songling write?

Be!

In this world, this genre has not yet appeared!

Doesn't that mean anything?

Song Lanyi's expression became extremely serious, and she was silent for a long time.

Just when Wang Yangming thought she was encountering some problems, she suddenly heard Song Lanyi muttering to herself, "Should I stammer him next time?"

Wang Yangming: "......"

It doesn't have to be so realistic......

Although he said so, Song Lanyi still didn't take any practical action.

She only felt that Mr. Yang Ming deserved to be Mr. Yang Ming.

When it comes to flowery intestines, there are still many officials who have to be dispatched.

She was still a little unsatisfied, and wanted to have a good chat with this male god who only appeared in history textbooks, but a message suddenly came from the gilded book, which made Song Lanyi's face change abruptly.

"There's no electricity, there's no electricity, Mr. Yangming, you have to go back."

"No...... Electricity?"

It was the first time Wang Yangming had come into contact with this novel vocabulary.

"Oh, I just don't have the talent to continue to maintain, I have to cultivate and accumulate talent. Bye-bye!"

After hurriedly saying these words, Wang Yangming suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Song Lanyi sighed, and suddenly felt that his path was blocked.

Today is also the day I was forced to separate from Mr. Yang Ming.

Li Bai and Du Fu: "Scumbag!"

is that the current summons are all male strategists, when will they become rich, Song Lanyi wants to find a young lady and chat.

It's not that they are greedy for beauty or anything, they just want to warm them and give them a home.

Cultivate, cultivate!

Let's get started!

She covered herself with a quilt and fell asleep.

It's just that in today's dream space, there is no figure of the Medicine Saint.

Song Lanyi herself had expected it.

After yesterday's incident, it would be strange if the Medicine Saint would still appear.

She didn't care, opened a book of scriptures, and slowly began to study it.

It was just before she studied that she glanced at the library and a thought popped into her head.

When...... Will the Dream Space be upgraded again?

And at this time, it was late at night.

A rudimentary ox cart runs wild in the night.

The bullock cart eventually stopped in front of the clinic, and a man stepped out of the cart.

The man was half hugging a pregnant woman, looking flustered, and even because he was too nervous, his forehead was still sweating under the cold of early spring.

He hugged his wife and came to the door of the medical hall, and there was a knock, "Is there anyone?" Is anyone there? Quick, help!"

The sound was penetrating, and in a short time, the door of the medical hall was opened.

The medicine boy behind the door was awakened, and his face was still a little impatient, but when he saw the bloodstains under the woman's feet, he was full of excitement, and he was completely drowsy, and he raised his voice directly, "Master! Master! Come on! I'm going to die!"