Chapter 62 The truth, six years late, finally comes out...
The dream is over.
I slept so soundly that it was already past lunchtime.
Wu Ciyan sat up and looked at the familiar scene.
After a dream, he returned to the familiar imperial palace.
He turned around and found Wen Lanzhi was not by his pillow.
"Lanlan!" He lifted the quilt.
The bulging purse rolled over and landed beside him.
His shouting successfully woke Wen Lanzhi up.
When Wen Lanzhi opened her eyes, it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything. She was so scared that she kicked her legs.
The more she struggled, the closer the purse got, and the smaller the gap above her head became.
I'm a little out of breath.
Wu Ci Yan reluctantly opened the purse for her. This guy had slept in it for so long, it was a miracle that he didn't suffocate to death.
Wen Lanzhi came out kicking her legs, followed by Jinyu.
Wu Ciyan picked up the brocade jade and looked at it carefully.
He seemed to have some understanding of how to use Jinyu. It would only be effective if Jinyu was put together with things related to memory.
After Shi Ju got the Jinyu, he never saw Wu Ci Yan again, so the Jinyu naturally could not play its role.
Wen Lanzhi sat next to Wu Ciyan and suddenly burst into tears.
Wu Ciyan helped her wipe her tears while looking forward to it.
Could it be that Wen Lanzhi has also recovered her memory?
Is this brocade jade so useful? It can even help complete the incomplete spiritual consciousness.
He was looking forward to it sincerely, but at the same time he knew absolutely that it was impossible.
Like a naughty child who asks questions even though he already knows the answer.
Wen Lanzhi said, "When I was in the bag just now, I thought I was dead... I thought the Taoist priest's words had come true... wuwuwuwu..."
Wu Ciyan: "What Taoist priest?"
He remembered it just as he asked.
Wen Lanzhi glared at him and punched him with both fists. "You've only just slept with me and you've forgotten everything... You don't even care about me!"
"Remember, remember, remember!" Wu Ciyan grabbed her hands, feeling overwhelmed. "That charlatan... sorcerer, I'll have Parrot Ten and Parrot Twelve find him for you later."
That charlatan is now Wen Lanzhi's lifeline.
Wu Ci Yan didn't understand what she was thinking. She was determined that she was going to die and no amount of persuasion would work.
If she really couldn't find it, she might be haunted by bad omens for a long time.
Parrot Ten and Parrot Twelve searched for several days but couldn't find it.
Wen Lanzhi's mood became increasingly depressed, and later, with Wu Ciyan's repeated assurances, her mood improved.
Arriving before that charlatan was the wedding ceremony.
The news of Wu Ci Yan's marriage spread from the imperial city to all directions. Not only did the demon world know about it, but even the heavens and the mortal world knew about it.
People from all over the country traveled thousands of miles for this wedding ceremony.
They all wanted to see what the hero looked like and what the hero's wife looked like.
But Wu Ciyan was not happy about it, so he dragged Murong and Wen Lanzhi to search through historical records in the library of Heaven all night.
It had been two days and two nights. Murong yawned and said, "Great hero, our Heavenly Court is really not as generous as you think. We don't even record our defeats... It's impossible to find them!"
Wu Ciyan asked, "Not a single word?"
Murong said, "Even if it was just one sentence, it couldn't possibly say 'Heaven was defeated by Wen Lanzhi and Wu Ciyan'. It would most likely be 'Heaven was temporarily defeated'."
She pointed at the rabbit that was secretly sleeping with a scroll beside her, "Look, look, your wife is so sleepy. It's not too late to turn back, Wu Ciyan."
Wu Ciyan was unwilling to accept this.
Wen Lanzhi didn't care because she didn't remember.
But Wu Ci Yan remembered. Since he remembered, he had to defend Wen Lanzhi's reputation and could not let him take the credit for saving the demon world alone.
If it weren't for Wen Lanzhi, he would have died.
It was Wen Lanzhi's perseverance, and her perseverance even at the last moment of her life, that led to the demon world of today.
It is not a wedding ceremony for a hero and his wife.
It is the wedding ceremony of two heroes.
This credit, which is six years late, has finally come.
Wu Ciyan stood up and pulled Murong up as well. "Who is the immortal who recorded the history?"
Murong asked, "What are you going to do?"
Wu Ciyan said, "Such an important piece of history, how can we not record it? Find him and write it now."
"Now?" Murong looked at the flying bird disk in the sky used to tell time. There were twelve birds on the disk. Every hour, one bird would fall down, and all of them would fly back up the next day. "There are only three birds left. Everyone is asleep..."
Wu Ciyan said, "There are only ten days left before our wedding ceremony, so let's do it now."
He picked Wen Lanzhi up from the pile of books. Wen Lanzhi woke up, but didn't want to open her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.
Wu Ciyan had no choice but to put her in his purse.
Murong raised an eyebrow, "I'm pretending to sleep too, can you let me go?"
Wu Ciyan: "I've already promised to give you another golden statue, do you have the nerve to do it?"
Okay, okay, you should be grateful for what you have received.
Murong resigned herself to following him out and helping to lead the way.
The god who recorded the history of heaven was woken up from his bed by Wu Ci Yan himself. He was frightened and shuddered, which was more effective than pouring cold water on himself.
He rubbed his eyes.
Huh? It wasn't an illusion.
"Come out." Wu Ciyan said concisely.
Little Fairy: "...Okay."
He was forced to sit in front of the desk, with the yawning Murong God sitting next to him, and Wu Ciyan with a sharp gaze standing in front of him.
His hand holding the pen was shaking.
He he he he he he he he he... He was just a small civil servant, how did he offend these two famous bigwigs?
He swallowed and listened carefully to Wu Ciyan's request.
After he heard the two people's requests, his facial features became round, with two quail eggs on his nose and a raw egg under his nose.
These two people stayed up late at night just to ask him to write a biography of Wu Ciyan...
It is required to write clearly about how Wu Ci Yan and Wen Lanzhi opposed the Heavenly Court six years ago.
There is no requirement to exaggerate, only to seek truth from facts.
"Write it!" Wu Ciyan slammed the table.
The little fairy was frightened and the pen fell from his hand. He crawled under the table to pick up the pen in a panic, while silently thinking of how to respond.
He poked his head out from under the table, not daring to look directly into Wu Ci Yan's eyes, and turned to look at Murong beside him.
"What's wrong?" Murong asked.
The little immortal said, "I, I... Goddess Murong, what are you going to do with what I wrote?"
Wu Ciyan said, "Take it out and sell it."
The little fairy suspected that he hadn't heard clearly, "Ah? Sell?" You are not short of money, right?
Is it to sell it or to ruin the reputation of Heaven?
Wu Ciyan said, "Yes, write quickly."
If she took it to the demon world to sell, the people there would definitely rush to buy it when they heard that it was about the bloodbath in heaven six years ago, and Wen Lanzhi's contribution would naturally spread.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t read. When the time comes, he will give a copy to the storyteller for free and pass it around in the streets and alleys.
This matter must be settled before the wedding!
He felt the purse around his waist move, and Wen Lanzhi woke up.
He reached a hand in and scratched the rabbit's ears.
It was soft. He reached in again and touched the rabbit's head, face, eyes, nose, mouth, front teeth...
Got bitten.
He fumbled with his hand and took it out, ignoring the teeth mark on his finger and pretending nothing had happened.
Wu Ciyan was about to repeat himself in a low voice when the little immortal suddenly shouted, "No, no! Master Wu, this is absolutely not allowed! If other immortals find out... I'll be dead."
He is just a little god who receives a monthly salary. He has no say on what should be written and what should not be written. He just needs to complete the instructions given to him, just like a walking corpse.
He knew that the Heavenly Court was extremely taboo about this matter, and would not even allow it to be mentioned, let alone written about.
When the news gets out, the gods in heaven will know that it was his handiwork and will definitely kill him.
Moreover, Wu Ciyan didn't write it himself, but insisted on asking him to write it. Wasn't it just to use the title of "Recorder of Heaven" to promote himself?
By then, it will definitely be publicized, and there will be no need for investigation, we will just know who wrote it.
Wu Ciyan threw down a dragon eye bead and said, "From now on, you are mine. No one dares to touch you. If anyone wants to make things difficult for you, go find the Goddess Murong."
The little fairy stretched out his trembling hand, pinched the dragon's eyeball in his palm, and held it against his chest, and made up his mind: "Okay!"
This was the first time he had seen a dragon's eyeball in his life.
Wu Ciyan urged, "Write more about Wen Lanzhi."
Little Immortal: "OK."
He picked up the pen, hesitated, and looked up at Wu Ciyan. "Master Wu, uh... I definitely can't finish it in a short time. And if I want to write well, I have to think about it first. It's impossible to finish it in one night."
Wu Ciyan: "I asked you to state the facts and come up with something."
Little Fairy: "...Aren't you going to sell it?"
Wu Ciyan: "Yes."
Little Immortal: "No one will read my daily journal."
Murong laughed out loud and said, "Wu Ciyan, if you don't understand how to write a book, then don't get involved. Is it that urgent? Just give him two days and I'll watch over it."
Wu Ciyan hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."
After finishing writing it in two days, he would use magic to copy one or two thousand copies before officially starting to sell them. It would only take about three or four days and he would definitely be able to finish it before the wedding ceremony.
He took Wen Lanzhi back.
Murong yawned again and said, "God, can I stay with you for one night?"
The little immortal nodded and said, "There are bedding and pillows packed in the west side hall. Please go and rest."
Wen Lanzhi didn't sleep well in the purse, so she returned to her room and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, Wu Ci Yan had already started trying on the wedding dress.
Wen Lanzhi yawned. Is this guy planning to not sleep for a few days before the wedding?
She hugged the pillow and wiped her physiological tears onto it.
She couldn't control her tears since she was little. When she was little, she would cry whenever her mother scolded her. Her mother would even annoy her, "You cry whenever I scold you! Why are you crying? Why are you crying?"
Wen Lanzhi didn't know why she was crying, but she just couldn't control herself.
As she grew up, she forgot many things and only remembered one or two things about her mother.
Every time she cried for no apparent reason, she would think of this scene and ask herself why she was crying.
The answer I came up with today is: I’m too sleepy.
Wu Ciyan threw the pillow away from her arms and said, "Get up, change your clothes...why are you crying?"
Wen Lanzhi: "...Hmm?" She looked up, somewhat unresponsive.
Why is she crying?
I don’t know.
Wu Ciyan said, "It's okay, just cry. When will you stop crying? After you finish crying, I will take you to try on wedding dresses."
Wen Lanzhi tilted her head. She was amused and had no more tears. She said, "I'm done crying."
Wu Ciyan: "Let's go, after you try on the clothes I'll take you along the path to the wedding ceremony."
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