Chapter 340: Daydreaming

Wang Yang lay lazily on the bed:

"Higher, right, right, right, that spot, hiss... use some strength, didn't you eat..."

Bao Yue was furious and gave Wang Yang's back a violent blow!

"The people are gone and you're still pretending! You really treat me like a female slave!"

Wang Yang let out an "Ouch," his whole body shuddering, his shoulders tensing up. His left hand reached for the spot that had just been hit, his expression as painful as it could be. He closed his eyes tightly and didn't speak, just groaned and gasped for air.

Bao Yue was suddenly panicked. She hurriedly leaned over to rub it, both anxious and at a loss:

"Did I hit you hard? I, I didn't use any force..."

Wang Yang felt Bao Yue's light and soft massage, but his face still looked like he was in great pain. He said with a trembling voice:

"You don't know, my back can't be hit..."

Although he was just bluffing Bao Yue, it wasn't entirely made up. When Wang Yang was one year old, his mother went on a business trip and visited Mount Zhongnan by the way. On the mountain road, she met a person in shabby clothes coming down the mountain. The two brushed past each other. After walking a few steps, the person turned back and chased after his mother, saying he wanted to tell her fortune. His mother thought he was a liar and ignored him. The person then claimed to be a Daoist priest. His mother naturally didn't believe him, especially since the person wasn't even wearing Daoist robes, so she pretended not to hear. The person said: "You gave birth to a son. I'll tell you a few things, no money needed." His mother then stopped and deliberately said: "I gave birth to a girl." The person didn't argue and directly said your son is a carp (the sound is these two characters, I don't know if it's correct) reincarnation, with the God of Literature guarding, don't hit his back, don't enter a temple before eighteen, otherwise he will be taken by Buddha and will become a monk. His mother was confused and immediately asked in detail, but the person waved his hand and didn't answer, turned around and left, and really didn't want any money.

Wang Yang had heard his mother tell this story many times since he was a child, plus various analyses and discussions. His father laughed and said this Daoist priest knew that his son might become a high monk in the future, so he deliberately came to ruin his son's Buddhist fate. Although his mother scolded his father for talking nonsense and swore that her son would absolutely not become any high monk, she was still a bit afraid in her heart. Based on the principle of "better to believe it than not," she followed what the person said completely. She never hit Wang Yang's back when beating him, and she didn't allow Wang Yang to enter a temple when traveling. Even if she wasn't by his side, she would warn him. So before, when Wang Yang went out to play, even if everyone else in the group entered the temple, he would only wait at the temple gate until he was eighteen and no longer had this taboo.

Bao Yue didn't know the reason. Hearing Wang Yang scare her that his back couldn't be hit, she thought Wang Yang had some hidden injury on his back, or perhaps he had been mistreated in the clan when he was young and left with some root of illness. She became anxious and her eyes turned red. The bit of anger just now had long since vanished, leaving only full heartache and self-blame. The strength of her rubbing and pressing became even lighter and softer, as if she were caring for some fragile treasure.

Wang Yang was originally closing his eyes and pretending to be in pain. Hearing Xiao Bao Yue go silent, he looked back and couldn't pretend anymore. Bao Yue was a smart person. Just now, she was worried and lost her composure. Seeing Wang Yang's appearance, she immediately realized she had been deceived and was so angry that she pounced on him to tear and beat him! Wang Yang

While resisting, he explained:

"I really wasn't pretending! It hurt like hell just now! It's just getting better now! You definitely hit some acupuncture point, ouch, it's starting to hurt again—"

Bao Yue went crazy: "Wang Yang, you scoundrel, I'll fight you to the death!!!"

Wang Yang raised his hand to block the pink fists smashing down, indignantly saying:

"I've been preaching for two days! My throat is smoking from exhaustion! My bones are falling apart! And you're still making a scene when I get back! Who am I doing all this for—eh?"

Wang Yang was stunned after speaking. Why did it feel like something was wrong...

Bao Yue was also stunned, feeling it was strange. Oh, whatever, let's vent first!!!

Seeing Bao Yue about to pounce again, Wang Yang immediately said:

"Didn't you always ask me how I blew the fire basin away?"

Bao Yue stopped, her expression suspicious:

"You're willing to tell me?"

"If you stop making a scene, I'll tell you."

"Alright. I won't make a scene, tell me."

Bao Yue retreated slightly, but her moist apricot eyes still carried seven parts guard and three parts vigilance, squinting slightly to look at Wang Yang, as if trying to find flaws in his subtle expression.

Wang Yang hesitated for a moment and added:

"You must promise me not to tell anyone else."

"Alright, I promise."

Bao Yue's gaze was locked on Wang Yang's face.

Wang Yang composed his expression and said seriously:

"Have you heard of the Tianzhi Xiangxu (Heaven's School)?"

Bao Yue looked at Wang Yang for three seconds, and then—

"Go to hell!!!"

"Hey, you—"

"Do you think I'm Xinyi!!!"

And then the fighting started again, and the wind and clouds rose again...

Actually, both of them were in a good mood. The preaching assembly was a great success, and the Yidu barbarians were within reach. After being terrified and racking their brains for so long, they finally saw the dawn. Coupled with repeated fatigue, the tight strings relaxed, and they started to play and fight. The worries and pressures that had been accumulated all this time seemed to have become smoke and clouds at this moment, dissipating in this small wooden house.

After getting tired of making a scene, they stopped fighting, and the two were panting for rest.

Wang Yang emptied his mind, feeling rare relaxation. Now the Divine Envoy identity was established, the three patriarchs were very obedient, and there would be no one here to pursue the matter of faking the Langya surname, which was quite happy. He even didn't want to leave.

Of course, this was just a lazy little flash of thought. If he really lived here for a long time, there would still be many problems. Not to mention that there were so many things in Jingzhou that he couldn't let go of, and not to mention that the life of the barbarian tribe was both hard and uncomfortable, just saying that the foundation of the Yidu barbarians was too thin, and in the current situation, how long it could exist was a problem. The Yidu, Wenyang, Yongning, and Wu Ning tribes were all rare resources. Only by going back and finalizing the submission and trade matters could these resources be maximized... Forget it, forget it, tonight is a rest day (rest day is Wang Yang's habit before crossing, which is to try every means to get a day out after a busy stage, except for reading idle books or playing idly, doing nothing else), don't think about these—

Bao Yue suddenly said:

"The Great Shaman over there hasn't moved yet. This person often deceives people with dream omens and has great prestige. Many barbarian people still believe in him very much. Be careful that he is against you."

Wang Yang didn't care and said:

"This person hid in the sacrificial cave to do some fasting on the first day I preached. I knew he was a dead bone in the grave and could do nothing. The reason he hid was that he didn't dare to express his position to the believers. Saying I am real, he is not reconciled; saying I am fake, he doesn't dare, so he hid to watch. This is called 'doing big things but cherishing oneself.' If he had clearly stood against me when I first started, at least inciting a group of people, then I would have to spend a lot of trouble to fight, but now he is hiding his head and showing his tail, which is equivalent to handing over the territory. Now that my momentum has been formed, if he wants to make waves again, it is just daydreaming, hmm..."

Wang Yang used a pun here. The Great Shaman is famous for spiritual dream divination, so Wang Yang said he was daydreaming, which meant he was pretending to be a god and playing the devil, and also meant he was wishful thinking. After saying it, he laughed himself, thinking the word was used appropriately.

Bao Yue had no smile, sat up and said seriously:

"Don't underestimate him too much. He hid in the cave, although it may be self-protection, it may also be biding his time and waiting for an opportunity to enter. Or perhaps he has some reliance, just waiting for the most suitable time to make a move. Those who break the vast sea can drown in the stream; those who climb the high peak can stumble on the mossy steps. Therefore, the wise fear the small, and the foolish ignore the subtle. The distinction between success and failure cannot be ignored."

Wang Yang thought for a while, his smile disappeared, sat up and followed:

"You are right, I am a bit floating, thanks to your reminder."

Bao Yue was stunned: "Floating?"

Wang Yang pondered:

"Pride is unstable, the heart is galloping and the spirit is floating, the feet are not on the ground, as if floating in the air."

"This word is very vivid."

Bao Yue nodded, looking at Wang Yang's side face lost in thought, a trace of undisguised appreciation flashed in her bright eyes.

Since ancient times, there have been so many talented scholars, but how many can really not be arrogant at the time of great victory? Many times, strategists give good advice, but the master doesn't listen at all. Why? Pride is the easiest to forget, and smoothness is the easiest to relax. No one likes to spend energy and thought for accidents with very small possibilities, and no one likes to be splashed with cold water when they are satisfied. This person was still a look of calculating everything in conversation just now, and in the blink of an eye, he could reflect on himself because of a piece of advice. It is indeed extraordinary...

Wang Yang said: "Go and find the little shaman."

"Alright."

Bao Yue smiled, didn't ask Wang Yang what he was looking for the little shaman for, and immediately got up to call someone, suddenly stunned in her heart: Why am I so obedient to him???

Although she was still stunned in her heart, her body was very honest, and she had already walked out of the door...

The night color soaked the mountain forest, only the torches in front of the sacrificial cave flickered in the wind.

The little shamans of the Cheng stronghold and the Xiang stronghold led four assistant shamans to kneel silently in front of the sacrificial cave. The atmosphere was oppressive, and their figures were pulled long and short by the torches, like swaying ghosts.

Suddenly hearing footsteps coming from the cave, stepping on the stone ground with a thud, everyone's body bowed together and kowtowed to the ground.

The beast bone curtain at the entrance of the cave was lifted by a big hand, and the Great Shaman's tall figure slowly walked out, his black robe swaying in the night wind, like a giant bat about to fly.

"Are you all ready?" The Great Shaman's voice was calm.

Everyone answered in turn, only the last one hesitated when answering. The Great Shaman looked over and asked gently:

"Huan Yan, is your heart afraid?"

Huan Yan's body trembled, hesitating:

"That person claims to be a Divine Envoy after all, I'm just afraid... I don't know if the Shaman Master has dreamed of... dreamed of..."

As soon as this was said, the others also quietly raised their heads, their eyes hiding the same anxiety.

A confident smile appeared on the Great Shaman's face:

"Don't worry, I have dreamed of it all."

Joy burst out on everyone's faces! The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed. Everyone's eyes were as bright as the clouds clearing and the sun appearing!

Torches connected to the sky, barbarian armies gathered, Le Luo Luo was preparing to lead troops deep into the Yongning barbarian territory, when suddenly a person broke into the front of the army, claiming to be Wang Yang, shouting Le Luo Luo's name.

Le Luo Luo was shocked, hurriedly went out of the formation to meet, but what he saw was Chen Qingshan, whose clothes were stained with blood and whose face was covered with dust.

The first sentence Chen Qingshan said was:

"I saw my young master. My young master asked me to ask you, does the Wenyang submission and trade still count?" ===== CHAPTER 341 =====