In just a few words, the relationship between Shuoyu and their master has blossomed. Children are easy to coax.
"If you want, you can do it tomorrow, but I always get up very early." Shuo Yu felt that if the time was right, Yu Xiaoqing would come out from behind his judgment table and discuss a few things with him without wasting time. The smile on his face never changed from beginning to end.
"Those who practice martial arts should get up early."
"Okay, I'll pick you up in person tomorrow."
Meng Fanle didn't even dare to blink when he saw that Banxian'er was almost on good terms with Yu Xiaoqing, that idiot. He felt that the scene before him was a bit magical and he couldn't believe it. He felt that he must have fallen asleep in the morning and was still dreaming.
Long Wenjian turned his head and watched Shuo Yu and Yu Xiaoqing interacting with each other in disbelief, blinking frantically. This person was his! Why were they trying to poach her right in front of him?
At least someone still remembered that this trial was not for idle chat. Tang Ji changed the subject and brought the topic back to the topic.
"Alright, alright. You two can chat as much as you want after this. Now, let's get down to business. Um, Long Wenjian, right? Then why did you join the army again?"
Long Wenjian nodded and continued to answer,
"Later, my family was struck by plague in Ningxia, and I was the only one left. My mother told me that I couldn't do the 'calling of spirits,' saying that I was too angry and couldn't allow private individuals to return home without disturbing the peace of the living."
Shuo Yu nodded beside him as if to agree that what their leader said was true, and that their leader was really very angry.
Yu Xiaoqing's tone may have become less tense because the atmosphere had just relaxed. He just wanted Long Wenjian to summon his soul. He wanted to know if there was a single word of truth in this person's mouth.
"Don't play dumb, show me."
Shuo Yu stared at their leader. "You must not listen to him. The last time he summoned the dead, he almost died. He didn't want to experience that feeling again. The cries of the dead were like a tide covering him, leaving no space, almost drowning him. He really didn't want to experience that suffocating feeling of not being able to even cry for help again.
He tilted his head and shook slightly at their leader, then he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard their leader say that he couldn't, couldn't summon spirits.
But Yu Xiaoqing just wanted to see this sorcerer summoning spirits. He just wanted to know if it was true or not. The table was shaking. The Colt was taken out from the holster and pointed at the head of their leader.
"Call me here!"
Long Wenjian gave Shuo Yu a helpless smile, and then began his soul-calling. It was more like a performance to make people laugh than to call for souls.
Shuo Yu tried hard not to laugh out loud, because Yu Xiaoqing was trying very seriously to understand something. However, everyone else, including He Shuguang standing behind Long Wenjian and the recorder Zhang Lixian, could not help but secretly turn their heads away.
Because it is so funny, it is torture to hold back laughter.
Shuo Yu bit the flesh in his mouth, pursed his lips tightly, and covered his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from laughing. He tried hard to hear what their leader was muttering. Was it Qu Yuan's Chu Ci?
“…Why are you wandering around in all directions… Soul, please return…”
Shuo Yu was just trying hard to hold back his laughter as he watched their leader moving around like a shaman. He also angered Yu Xiaoqing once again. Perhaps this was what he wanted to do.
Yu Xiaoqing was completely enraged, and he threw everything on the table at the crazy sorcerer. The gavel almost hit Long Wenjian's head, but Shuo Yu was quick enough to catch it.
"How many truths can you possibly tell me? I have the greatest respect for Qu Yuan and Yue Fei, and you're reciting the Chu Ci to me?"
This absurd scene ended with Yu Xiaoqing's roar. In the silent silence, only the sound of light breathing could be heard. It came from Long Wenjian, who had just finished a series of intense exercises. Shuoyu thought to himself, is this what you want? You want an angry monkey, an angry Yu Xiaoqing, right, Captain?
Long Wenjian was kneeling on the ground, just like Shuo Yu had seen him before, but he could only see his back before. Even when he saw him in person, he never got a good look at him. This time, he finally saw what kind of face he had.
He looked ugly and dirty, with a beard growing wildly on his chin. He even had a smell from not having taken a bath for a long time.
Shuo Yu unconsciously stepped back to a certain distance and watched their leader "summon the spirits". The group of people behind him couldn't help but fall back after he made that gesture.
He looked at that face, that face that had been tanned red and black by the sun on the Yunnan coast and the cannon fodder on the west coast. He still couldn't hear what he was saying, but that voice inexplicably made him feel quiet. The souls of the dead swayed behind him like threads, listening to the sound with him. The corners of his clothes fluttered cautiously in the air, as if they would break into pieces at the next moment.
Until Yu Xiaoqing interrupted him again, he thought he had been fooled. What the hell was this thing from his father?
"You're doing this stuff in my army?"
Shuo Yu blinked his unclear eyes and looked at the angry Yu Xiaoqing. He was squatting with his knees on the ground. He heard their leader also say, "Yeah, what is this thing?"
On the other side, the stunned Fanla quickly responded by saying "no", but his voice was not loud. After hearing this, Ayi seemed to finally remember something and quickly said "no", "never". The next person who echoed was the equally dumbfounded Milong, "never".
Shuo Yu did not speak, but stood up silently and returned to their leader's side. Blinking his stinging eyes, Tang Ji continued to ask questions with a smile.
"So you joined the army?"
"I did go to school in 1935, but it wasn't really school. I always envied people who were educated, but I never had the chance. At the time, the Chairman said we needed a new life, and new schools were everywhere, but they were all just for making up slogans and overthrowing things. The situation was tense in 1936, so I joined the army."
"He joined the army in the 25th year of the Republic of China, just one year?" Yu Xiaoqing couldn't believe that this guy in front of him had only been in school for less than a year, and yet he fought in such a war?
"It's not even a year."
"Whose troops?"
"ah?"
"Let me ask you, whose troops are they?"
Yu Xiaoqing leaned forward. He felt that the guy who was able to fight the battle at Nantianmen must have received "personal instruction" from a certain general. He had always dreamed of fighting such a battle. He had dedicated himself to his ideal and it was worth it.
But it was not him who fought such a battle, but the guy in front of him, a Lieutenant Riku who mended socks. He wanted to know whose troops he had followed, but Long Wenjian's answer made his back come into close contact with the back of the chair again.
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