Good days are always fleeting. Gu Junwen worked hard for three days and rested for two days. All the enthusiasm he had in the past few days disappeared.

But no matter how reluctant she was, the day of hunting had arrived.

Under Gu Junwen's torture, Shen Anan has successfully evolved into a housekeeper: "Sir, it will take fifteen days. I have never heard of such a long hunting. My father and I went to the back mountain to hunt wolves for only..."

She talked while her hands kept cleaning up.

"Okay, okay, An An, it's not like your master won't come back." Gu Junwen leaned against the window and yawned delicately.

“Young Master, don’t say that. In my heart, you are no less than a level 10 cripple.” Shen Anan glanced at the book that Gu Junwen threw casually, and the hint in his eyes was about to overflow.

Gu·Tenth Level Cripple·Jun Wen:……

"Stop, stop, stop, my little housekeeper, you're getting more and more nagging. Leave it there, I can do it myself." Gu Junwen smiled helplessly and pushed Shen Anan out, "Isn't Lin Lin taking a day off today? Go find him."

I don't know when these two people fell in love with each other. Tsk tsk, thinking about the two of them confronting each other and yet sympathizing with each other, Gu Junwen smacked his lips. Girls grow up and cannot be kept.

“What are you talking about!” Shen Anan stomped his feet, angrily, turned around and ran, but ran into his grumpy father Shen Ze.

Shen Ze's voice was like a loud bell, almost blowing the roof off. Wherever he passed, chickens and dogs flew and people and horses fell to the ground: "You rebellious girl! Are you going to find that stinky boy again!"

"Dad, we'll talk after you catch up with me!" As soon as the words fell, only a shadow remained.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Shen, what do you want to talk to me about?" Having seen enough of the excitement, Gu Junwen took the initiative to act as a peacemaker and stopped the furious Shen Ze.

"This rebellious girl!" Shen Ze was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He turned to look at Gu Junwen, and his eyes became subtle.

"Uncle Shen, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Gu Junwen got goose bumps all over his body because of Shen Ze's laughter.

The next second, Shen Ze's "kind" voice sounded: "Young General, you are not young anymore, An An is usually..."

“Stop, stop, stop!” Gu Junwen was so scared that he blurted out English. “There is no way we can do this. We…”

"Then you like Miss Lu! Thanks to the blessing of the old general, the general, and the general's wife, the young general finally got it."

The surprises of honest people are so direct and warm that people don't have the heart to reveal them.

Gu Junwen took great pains to pull Shen Ze out of his ecstasy: "Uncle Shen, Uncle Shen! Let's talk business."

"Yes." Chen Ze suddenly said seriously, "Major General, I just received news from my brothers in the northern part of the country. The northwest has been restless recently. I'm afraid it's not peaceful."

"What is the Northwest?" Gu Junwen scratched his hair. Things were becoming more and more confusing.

"The Thirteen Guards of Youdu. I haven't heard this name for a long time."

Thirteen Guards of Youdu? Gu Junwen narrowed her eyes. She was familiar with this name.

The opening of "The Power of the World" presents a magnificent picture. Apart from Qisheng, which occupies the rich land of Central Plains, Beiye, which is entrenched in the north, and the ancient country of Nanqiong that serves as cannon fodder, there is only the mysterious Thirteen Guards of Youdu left.

The Thirteen Guards of Youdu are certainly not thirteen people, but a minority alliance composed of thirteen tribes.

The alliance members claimed to be the descendants of the ancient You Kingdom, believed in ghosts and gods, and were elusive. They liked to get involved wherever there was excitement, but they always managed to escape unscathed.

When Gu Junwen had nothing to do, he thought about it. The destruction of the Yebei Army that year was inextricably linked to this ghost tribal alliance.

Since I have chosen to take over this body, I have also chosen to accept this responsibility.

"Pay close attention and report any information you have."

"Okay." Shen Ze bowed and hurried down to pass on the information.

"By the way, Uncle Shen, how did you get in touch with Saibei?" Gu Junwen suddenly asked. She remembered that the man in the imperial city was very wary of her.

"Nothing?" Shen Ze touched the back of his head and smiled a little embarrassedly, "The Lu family allowed our people to accompany and escort the food. This way, it will be very convenient to visit relatives and friends and bring some news."

"Yeah. Be careful, it's the Lu family caravan after all." Gu Junwen suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, hoping that she was overthinking it.

"Forget it, never mind." Gu Junwen looked at the sunny weather and stretched lazily facing the sun.

The cold wave has receded and everything is sprouting, but are good days really coming?

With a late spring cold snap, I’m afraid the old men who live in the northern border following water and grass won’t be able to stay quiet for long, so it’s time to make plans early.

Thousands of miles away, the desert grassland of the northwest.

"Chief! Altong is here."

The tent was opened, revealing many figures. In the dim light of the fire, thirteen big men were sitting in a circle.

Sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man with a scar on his forehead and a fierce light flashing in his light brown pupils.

The atmosphere in the tent was indescribably depressing.

"Aletong, tell me, how is your tribe?" the middle-aged man spoke in standard Central Plains language.

"It's very bad. The gods are angry. All the sheep are dead. People are frozen and sick." Aletong's voice was filled with the flavor of the grassland. He gestured and spoke anxiously.

"Yes." The atmosphere in the tent was instantly ignited, and the thirteen people talked at once, and what they said was roughly the same.

"Shaman." One of the older-looking men raised his hand, and the remaining twelve people stopped talking at the same time. He looked at the man in the middle and spoke slowly, "Shaman, please guide us through this difficult time again."

"Of course. The ghosts will give you power. The people of You Kingdom will surely get their wish." The middle-aged man took out a bright red flower from his pocket and continued to speak passionately.

"This is the seed of God. Through its branches and leaves, you will gain the power to communicate with God. In your dreams, God will guide you in the direction of progress."

The wind in the wilderness blows, bringing a particularly desolate and cold feeling. Bright flowers will grow freely in the wilderness, but wherever they pass, there will be nothing but blood and sin.

"This is God's gift." The thirteen big men in the tent had fallen into madness, leaving only the middle-aged man sitting quietly aside, staring at the remaining poppy stalks.