Chapter 407 Communication Code
Wei Changtian put the Xuantian Sword back into its scabbard and pushed the door open to walk out of the room.
Chen Bo, who had been waiting outside, came over and asked in a low voice: "Sir, is the prisoner dead? I will send someone to..."
"Don't worry yet."
Shaking his head, Wei Changtian interrupted, "Master Chen, go find another thirty, no, forty death row prisoners."
"Forty?"
Chen Bo was a little surprised: "Sir, you want so much."
"how?"
Wei Changtian frowned: "Not so much?"
“Yes, there is.”
"Just do it if you have it, and don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."
"Yes! I will do it right away!"
"Okay, I'll wait here."
"Sir, wait a moment! I will bring the prisoner here in a quarter of an hour at most!"
Chen Bo, who noticed that Wei Changtian was somewhat unhappy, immediately left in a hurry, while the former was still standing at the door of the dark room, leaning against the wall and sighing softly.
"Boy, if I must take your lifespan this time, would you be willing to give it to me?"
"Hehehe! Are you serious? You weren't like this the last time I saw you."
“.”
The words that the remnant soul had just said kept echoing in his mind, causing Wei Changtian to begin to examine his answer again.
When did I become so "selfless" to exchange my own life for Li Wutong's safety ? If the remnant soul was not just assuming but really proposed this condition, would I agree? Yes? No?
After calming down, Wei Changtian suddenly lost his decisiveness. He even felt that if he was asked to answer again, he would most likely give a different answer.
He scratched his head and his expression gradually became anxious.
In fact, this is just a very simple value judgment issue. The two sides of the equal sign are "one's own 30 years of life" and "Li Wutong's life" respectively.
But such a simple judgment made Wei Changtian more and more confused the more he thought about it.
He wasn't looking for trouble.
Because as more and more people gather around him, he will be more likely to encounter similar choices in the future.
Unlike Xu Qingwan, who is in a unique position, Li Wutong's position in his heart is basically the same as that of Yang Liushi, Lu Jingyao, Liang Qin, Chu Xianping and others.
Therefore, Wei Changtian needs to figure out what the bottom line is for what he can "pay" for these people.
After all, he still had time to think carefully this time, but he could not be sure that next time he would have to make a decision in a split second.
Wei Changtian didn't want to regret it later, but he also didn't want to act impulsively, so he wanted to make a "contingency plan" in advance. But this "red line" was too vague and he couldn't find it clearly.
Alas. He slowly exhaled and shook his head helplessly.
Wei Changtian was about to give up his "self-torture" after thinking hard but to no avail, but at this moment he suddenly remembered what Old Zhang said -
If you can't see clearly, only your heart can be trusted.
“BOOM!!”
It was like a thunderclap exploding in his ears. At that moment, Wei Changtian suddenly understood Old Zhang's intention.
Perhaps, I was too "rational" before.
People want to measure everything with the value standard of "whether it is worth it", and they want to maximize the so-called "benefits" in any behavior.
This way of thinking may seem fine at first glance.
But you have to know that no one can really calculate every "account" clearly.
Are those things that you think are “worthwhile” or “unworthwhile” really their true value?
“.”
Breathing gradually became rapid, and then slowly returned to normal.
Wei Changtian just stood there straight, but his frown finally relaxed slowly.
Now he suddenly had a feeling——
That means I will never hesitate or worry about similar things again.
Because he finally understood the meaning of the phrase, "Only your heart can be trusted."
A quarter of an hour later.
Chen Bo, along with several officers, escorted forty death row prisoners into the dark room, and then watched the iron door in front of them slam shut.
"Sir, this is Master Wei."
A young jailer couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to ask Wei Changtian what he was doing.
But before he could finish, Chen Bo interrupted him and said, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."
"Please calm down, my lord. It is I who talk too much."
The jailer quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I am just worried about the safety of Master Wei. After all, some of these death row prisoners are cultivators."
"Okay, why are you worrying so much?"
Chen Bo glanced at him and said, "This bunch of rubbish, even if there were a hundred of them, they would not be a match for Master Wei."
"Yes, yes, I know I'm wrong."
The jailer didn't dare to say anything more, and just asked in a low voice: "Sir, should we wait here, or take the prisoner back later?"
"Take him back?"
Chen Bo glanced at the iron gate in front of him and shook his head thoughtfully.
"I'm afraid there's no need to take him back."
"Ah? What do you mean, sir?"
"Nothing, you guys go, I'll just stay here."
"yes"
“.”
Just as the jailers outside the dark room hurriedly left, the dark room fell into a strange silence.
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and forty corpses lay scattered on the ground, without any sign of life.
There were no wounds on each corpse, but most of them had withered skin and pale hair, looking completely different from when they came in.
Chen Bo's guess was correct. These forty death row prisoners did not need to be taken back.
We may even need to bring in a few more.
It is not known whether it is because these death row inmates are generally in poor health, but the total remaining natural lifespan of the forty people is less than one thousand years.
"Senior, how much more do you need?"
Wei Changtian casually pushed aside a few corpses and squatted in front of the Xuantian Sword floating in the air: "It should be about time, right?"
“Almost there!”
Having absorbed so much lifespan at once, the remnant soul sounded very excited: "Nine hundred and ninety-six, only four years left!"
"Oh, I see."
Wei Changtian curled his lips, stood up and prepared to ask Chen Bo to get another death row prisoner.
But at this moment, the classic shrill villain's laughter suddenly sounded behind him again.
“Hehehe!”
"Boy, I want you to give me the last four years of my life!"
"Um?"
Wei Changtian stopped and turned back, his expression suddenly turned cold: "Senior, are you planning to go back on your word?"
"Hahaha! I have never been a gentleman!"
The remnant soul's tone seemed a little proud: "If you are not willing to give it, then we will just give up what we agreed on before!"
"What? It's only four years, and you're reluctant to give it up?"
“.”
Staring at the Xuantian Sword, Wei Changtian narrowed his eyes: "What if I give it to you, but you still don't keep your promise?"
"You can rest assured that I am not so shameless."
The remnant soul laughed and said, "Besides, the Xuantian Sword is in your hands now. I am still counting on you. Anyway, I will never lie to you this time!"
Rely on me?
What do you want me to do? Wei Changtian naturally did not miss this half sentence, but he did not ask immediately, but slowly took a step closer, and then nodded calmly.
"Okay, then I'll give you these four years."
"Uh-huh?"
Wei Changtian agreed to the new conditions very easily, but the remnant soul seemed very surprised by his attitude.
"Boy, are you really willing?"
"certainly."
Wei Changtian casually pulled out the Leaking Shadow Knife: "Just use my blood to fill the patterns on the sword, right?"
“.”
"never mind."
The remnant soul's voice was somewhat doubtful and a little discouraged: "I just wanted to try you again."
"Just four years, that's a bargain for you."
"Okay, this is what you don't want."
Wei Changtian's expression remained calm, as if he really didn't care about these four years of life.
"In that case, can you pass the message to Kuilong's people?"
"Okay, you go out and come back in an incense stick."
"good."
Wei Changtian knew that the remnant soul didn't want him to see how he delivered the message, so he simply turned around and left the dark room.
And shortly after he left, the patterns on the Xuantian Sword began to flash regularly.
Long, short, long, long Judging from the frequency of the flashes, this method of transmitting information is very similar to the "simple code" compiled by Wei Changtian himself. It is obviously also a "code" that uses a combination of long and short signals to transmit information.
As such a mysterious and ancient organization, it is normal for Kuilong to have its own set of "communication codes".
After all, many major forces in this world have established "secret codes" using similar principles, and most of them are kept confidential. Without a "code comparison table", it is impossible to decipher them.
Therefore, even if Wei Changtian saw this scene with his own eyes, he would not be able to know what it meant.
However, if a senior telegraph operator from the 1990s in his previous life were here, he might feel familiar.
Because the "coding" used by Kuilong was actually the "Standard Telegraph Code for Chinese Characters" which was widely used at that time.
Half an hour later, Wei Changtian, who had been going in and out again, finally put his mind to rest.
The remnant soul has sent a message to five second-grade masters under Kuilong, asking them to rush to Fengyuan immediately, and then quietly bring Li Wutong to Shuzhou when the time is right.
The five people didn't say their names or where they were now, and Wei Changtian didn't ask.
Anyway, as long as the job is done, it doesn't matter even if the other party is Li Huaizhong.
Of course, this is definitely impossible.
After all, the members of Kuilong Ban are involved in secular power struggles, so these people are most likely "gangsters" like Wu Tianqing.
“.”
"Master Chen, please find a few reliable people to clean up the place."
Walking outside, Wei Changtian casually said to Chen Bo: "Tell them not to tell anyone what they saw."
"I understand."
Chen Bo's expression suddenly changed. He nodded and then talked about another matter: "By the way, young master, someone came to the palace just now and said that His Majesty wanted to see you."
"Hmm? Did you ever tell me why?"
"It is said that the envoy of Dali quietly arrived in Shuzhou City today and is now in the palace."
Chen Bo answered truthfully: "Also accompanying them were the chief minister of Kuixing Academy and Shen Ran."
At the Chunlong Poetry Conference more than half a year ago, Shen Ran almost humiliated the entire Daning poetry world by himself, so Chen Bo naturally knew this person, and he also knew that he had had a "confrontation" with Wei Changtian.
So when this name was mentioned again, Chen Bo couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
However, Wei Changtian's reaction was somewhat beyond his expectations.
"Oh? Shen Ran is here too?"
Wei Changtian was just slightly stunned, and seemed to have no other feelings except for being a little surprised: "Then why did His Majesty summon me to the palace?"
"It seems that the chief minister of Kuixing Academy wants to see you."
Chen Bo was afraid that Wei Changtian didn't know this person's background, so he immediately added: "Sir, this person's name is Gui Pei'an, and he is a second-rank scholar in literature and Taoism. Everyone in Dali knows him, and he is even revered as a saint by many scholars in the three countries of Dali, Daning, and Dafeng."
Gui Pei'an, a great scholar of the second rank, a sage.
Remembering some key information, Wei Changtian nodded.
"Okay, I understand."
"To put it simply, this Gui Pei'an is famous, and his strength is second-grade, right?"
"yes."
Chen Bo asked quietly, "Sir, do you want to prepare a carriage to enter the palace?"
"Um."
Wei Changtian didn't hesitate much.
Although it is foreseeable that once I meet Gui Peian, I will most likely have to answer a bunch of confusing questions from him.
But since a second-rank saint has come all the way here, it would be too disrespectful not to meet him.
More importantly, Wei Changtian also wanted to talk to Shen Ran.
Ning Yongnian and Bai Youheng, two Sons of Heaven, can get together, so why not find another Son of Heaven to help me? There's nothing wrong with that, right?
At dusk, Wei Changtian walked into the palace under the glow of the setting sun and went straight to Ning Yuke's study.
Although it is called a study, it is actually a large hall named "Fengming".
"I have seen your majesty."
Wei Changtian bowed to Ning Yuke, who was sitting in the first seat with a smile on her face, and turned to look at the people sitting on his left and right sides.
In addition to the two civil servants from Shu, there are three left, who are undoubtedly the "envoys" from Dali this time.
An authentic envoy wearing the official uniform of Dali.
A white-haired old man in a white robe with an immortal look.
And Shen Ran, whose temperament is completely different from that during the Chunlong Poetry Meeting.
His gaze stayed on them for a moment, and Wei Changtian politely bowed to the three of them.
"Lord Li, I am the Prime Minister. Master Shen, I am Wei Changtian."
"Hahaha, Master Wei, I've long heard of your name."
The envoy surnamed Li immediately stood up and returned the greeting with a smile, and another round of politeness was inevitable.
Gui Pei'an waited until the two of them finished talking nonsense before slowly standing up with the help of Shen Ran.
"Master Wei, I have long heard that you are handsome, unrivaled in martial arts, and able to compose a poem in seven steps. Now that I have seen you in person, I know that these rumors are not all false."
What the hell?
This old man is so good at praising people? Without a doubt, Gui Pei'an's first words caught Wei Changtian off guard.
He had always thought that the world-famous scholars must be those rigid and boring old pedants, but he didn't expect this person to be so sweet-mouthed.
Good man, this is too much flattery! "Well, thank you for the praise, Prime Minister."
With a dry cough, Wei Changtian was just about to reciprocate with a few compliments.
However, before he could say something like "You are the one who is famous all over the world", Gui Pei'an suddenly shook his head.
"Alas, it's just that, Mr. Wei, please don't blame me for being so straightforward."
"In fact, after seeing you just now, I felt a little disappointed."
Two-in-one~ (End of this chapter)
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