"Thank you so much, uncle." Although it was a day late, Song Yu felt that this should be able to explain to Xie Nanshi.

"Then the day after tomorrow, you set out from the house, and I will personally send you out of the city gate. As for the men you want, I will send them to wait outside the gates. ”

Lin Ting's eyes were deep and calculating, and he also seemed to flow with warmth and affection, "Yu'er, this is dangerous, although my uncle will definitely protect you, you yourself must be more careful." You stay here and talk to your uncle, and I'll let the kitchen cook some of your favorite food in the evening. ”

Song Yu couldn't hold back when he heard it. He doesn't want to deal with it anymore, let alone have dinner at night? It was as if he could eat it.

It's just that he just got the other party's manpower, and Song Yu didn't have the embarrassment to run away, and said hesitantly: "Uncle, I don't need you to eat this night." I am now learning the Tao from others, and what I want is to have a pure heart and few desires, and the lighter the food, the better, so that my uncle and I will not suffer. ”

Unexpectedly, Lin was a little moved when he heard this: "Is it the young Taoist who lives in the same courtyard as you that asked you to do this?" Yu'er used to be the most hedonistic, but now he can wronged himself for the sake of cultivation. It's just your meridian...... Alas, since the Taoist has this move, he must also have his reasons. Your uncle also had such a time back then, eating lightly was to get rid of the impurities in the body. ”

Song Yu snorted and fooled his excuse and changed the subject: "Now my uncle is already a great cultivator, in charge of the peace department of a country. Of course, you have to eat more delicious food, wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the righteous path is left in your heart. ”

Lin listened to his palms and laughed, and seemed to be recalled by Song Yu's words: "Speaking of which, it was your father who instructed me to ask for a teacher. ”

As soon as these words came out, Song Yu was not sleepy. It sounds like Lin Ting still seems to be a little grateful to Song Chengwei. Why do you want to rebel? Song Yu's ears moved, and he asked tentatively, "That uncle must still be very grateful to my father, otherwise how could he agree to let my mother marry him?" ”

"Gratitude is naturally there." Lin Ting's expression was a little subtle: "It's just that I didn't know that he was a young master of Tianyong at the time, and I just thought he was a trustworthy friend." When I learned a little and went down the mountain to catch up, I found that he was ready to propose to your mother......"

When Lin heard this, his face sank: "Hmph, people like your mother are rare strange women in the world, I can't tell if your father was against her from the beginning, let me learn the Tao, just to support me." ”

Song Yu's expression became subtle for a while, this cheap daddy's routine was deeper than he imagined!

But Lin Ting didn't seem to want to say any more, and instead asked about Song Yu's daily life.

If it weren't for knowing Lin Ting's wolf ambition, he would have been dizzy this afternoon, and Song Yu would really think that Lin Ting was a serious and kind elder. It's just that whenever he talks about the depth of the relationship between several people, Lin Ting will always quietly divert the topic, so that Song Yu can withdraw from that kind of environment of deep uncle and nephew affection.

In the end, Lin Ting still left him for dinner, but the dishes were mainly light, and Song Yu could also move chopsticks, which was not difficult.

By the time Song Yu returned to his courtyard, it was already late at night. Xie Nanshi was really still waiting.

Seeing Xie Nanshi's eyes looking at him, Song Yu smiled and said, "Don't you feel at ease with me coming out?" We'll leave early the day after tomorrow! It's Lin Tinghui who will send someone to follow, but don't worry too much, we'll do ours. ”

Xie Nanshi was a little surprised, but still nodded.

Song Yu moved off the stool, sat down and propped his head and sighed: "Actually, if you don't count what he wants to do with the city lord of Tianyong, he can definitely be regarded as a good uncle, a good peace officer." It's a pity that good people can also have ambitions, and in order to realize their ambitions, they must do something unseemly. ”

To be honest, Lin Tingken waited until after Song Chengwei's death to start the mode of coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes, which is already considered to be benevolent and righteous - although at least half of the reason is that Song Chengwei, a cheap father, is too capable of fighting, and Lin Tingwei is not sure that he will win against the enemy head-on.

Power comes from under the barrel of a gun...... Great men are honest and do not deceive me. Song Yu shook his head with emotion.

This more than a day's time, he can't waste it, since he can't leave, he just brushes up on his skills.

I just don't know if he can paint a few portraits tomorrow, and if he is proficient enough. Maybe before leaving, I can go to check the pulse of the cheap daddy again?

……

After all, Lin Ting is in charge of the operation of the entire Ping An Division, and he rarely appears in the mansion on weekdays. The next day, Song Yu became the king of the Guogong Mansion, and someone did whatever he said. In this case, it is really easy to find a few models.

At dusk, Song Yu put down his pen and looked at the painting he had just completed, which happened to be the tenth, which depicted the little maid who was responsible for watering the flowers in the courtyard outside every day.

I don't know why, but as he paints more and more, he always feels that the characters in his paintings are becoming more and more alive, as if they can jump out of the picture at any time.

This is amazing, under the control of the skill, his painting can already be in a state of magic? He didn't even have sore hands and stiff necks, it was a full nine paintings, one for an hour, and Song Yu had been standing for almost nine hours.

Song Yu pondered for a moment with his pen in his hand, and then put the painting in his backpack. After reopening the system, I found that the system actually met the upgrade conditions, which seemed to be a little simpler than the diagnosis of the first level and the second level. After all, drawing ...... Song Yu didn't seem to have failed.

Of course, the amount of upgrades is as staggering as ever. At least the current Song Yu can't afford to rise.

This skill is only upgraded to level 3, which is so terrible, Song Yu suspects that he will have to do something like speculating land in "Seeing God" in the future, otherwise how can he support him to continue studying medicine?

In order to make himself useful in the battle, Song Yu could only make money with his conscience.

Lin Ting's "pocket money" was also presented to the account office in the evening. may really respond to his inner speculation about some family affection, Lin Ting's shot to Song Yu is extremely generous, and he can ask for it again if he doesn't listen to it enough. Song Yu was very relieved to see that the number of game coins in his backpack had turned into a long string again. However, this money was not enough to upgrade his skills, so Song Yu had no choice but to hold back a smile and let this huge amount of money stay in his backpack for a little longer.

The time for Song Chengwei's diagnosis and treatment can only be postponed.

Song Yu was put into the carriage in the early morning of the next day, and Qiao Yi and Yuan Fang were left in the Chen Guogong Mansion and were considered "hostages". Although Song Yu usually behaves in a good manner, his style of acting is too uninhibited, and Lin Ting is afraid that he will pick an opportunity in the gap and run away.

Lin Ting was not on the side, until the city gate was gilded with a layer of gold by the rising sun, and he found that his uncle was standing on the city tower, wearing a long knife at his waist, staring coldly at the entire Tianyong capital.

"Uncle." Song Yu got out of the frame, and Xie Nanshi got out of the car with him silently. His trip was just to go to Guiru to explore, as long as Song Yu's safety was okay, the people would not suffer any calamity, and he did not plan to participate in the internal affairs of this city.

Zang Feng always has to be hidden.

When he saw Song Yu, the coldness in Lin Ting's eyes suddenly faded. He went down the city tower, and after personally ordering the city gate to be opened, Fang held Song Yu's hand and instructed him: "Yu'er, there is nothing unusual there, just take a look, you don't have to stay for a long time." ”

"I see."

Most of the people sent by Lin Ting were originally from the Ping An Division. As a member of the capital's peace division, they are well-trained and have the style of a sergeant. Coupled with the array of nearly 1,000 people, what they knew was to accompany the prince to study, and those who didn't know thought they were going to fight against each other.

However, among these people, there are not many people who have cultivated and have formal Taoism, just because such people are commonplace in the Song Domain and Xie Nanshi, but they are already the tip of the pyramid for ordinary people.

Those ordinary people with better skills on this trip were mainly to ensure the safety of Song Yu along the way, and to go to the rift to exchange the brothers on duty back. Those who really want to go to the lower rift are still accompanied by dozens or hundreds of people from the Ping An Division who have practiced.

"This is called Tang Ya, and he is in charge of the right household of the Ping An Division. This is Zhu Meiren, and it has only been a few years since she joined the Capital Ping An Division, right? The official position is not high, but the ability can be trusted. Lin Ting introduced the two leaders of the team, a man and a woman, to Song Yu, and said to the woman who was called Zhu Meiren, "This is also your experience." ”

Zhu Meiren's eyes were a little disdainful of Song Yu at first, but when she heard this, her eyes lit up, and she replied respectfully: "Yes, Director." ”

Song Yu smiled and didn't delve into it. Originally, most of the monks were from extraordinary backgrounds, and in terms of identity, he had no advantage as a mediocre young master, so it was a bit fantasy to win their respect if he wanted to come up.

The one called Tang Ya has broad ears and a mighty figure, and the pestle is like a hill there. He is wearing a knife similar to Lin Ting's system, and he can be sent by Lin Ting to lead the team, most of them are Lin Ting's left and right hands, and the murderous aura on his body looks like a person who has experienced a hundred battles.

Although Zhu Meiren's name is Beauty, she is a public model, a Chinese person. It's just that the body is toned and the action is crisp. It's quite a bit of a low-profile version of Du Anchen's feeling.

Lin Ting briefly explained two more sentences, and then stopped sending them away. As the director of the Department of Peace, his departure from the capital was a big excess. But as the prefect and Song Yu's own uncle, Lin Ting stood on the city tower with a knife on his shoulder, just watching the team leave the safe city and march into the distance.

It wasn't until Lin Ting's figure on the city tower was already very small that Song Yu asked Xie Nanshi in a low voice, "How is it?" ”

Thanks to the blessing of the Song Domain, their mighty group went to the rift, and Xie Nanshi was still in the car. He was always meditating and pranayama, and after a long time, he replied to Song Yu for some reason: "If you want to run, of course you can run away." ”

"I'm not talking about this, I'm asking, do you feel Du Anchen?" The appearance of Zhu Meiren reminded Song Yu that he still has a thigh? It doesn't seem to have appeared in the morning.

Xie Nanshi paused, nodded and said, "In the team of the Ping An Division." ”

Song Yu was even more relieved.