In Fengling Country, women are naturally strong and powerful, and they are the main force in wars. Over time, a pattern has been formed in which women are respected.
Fang Shan lives in the Jianghu, where the pattern of women being superior to men is not very obvious.
The Fengling clan favors delicate and beautiful men. Short women are often discriminated against by their peers, while tall men are often considered ugly. Unfortunately, Wei Sushen is considered ugly enough to be condemned by both humans and gods.
Fang Shan transmitted a message, "Actually, basic aesthetics remain unchanged. These notions of beauty and ugliness are more often based on discrimination."
Wei Sushen said calmly, "Don't worry, I will be able to remain ugly with confidence."
“…”
"Sir..." The woman who had been full of murderous intent just now suddenly changed her attitude: "Are you lost, or..." She looked at Wei Sushen coldly and said: "Are you being coerced by a villain?"
Fang Shan was considering whether to give Wei Sushen the role of an elderly father, but Wei Sushen spoke first: "I'm his brother."
The drunken few had now sobered up, and along with the patrolling disciples from the Undead Palace, they all stared at them in disbelief. One of them couldn't help but ask, "Sworn brothers?"
Wei Sushen: "Dear."
Amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, Fang Shan seemed to shudder and said pitifully, "I'm a little cold."
Faced with this adorable little man, everyone rushed to take off their coats and throw them on him. Fang Shan lowered his head, his expression unclear. "Excuse me, where is the nearest inn? We'd like to stay the night."
Of course, staying overnight is no problem. The patrol disciple looked at Wei Sushen beside him with embarrassment: "If you want to enter the territory of my Undead Palace, you must..."
He stopped talking and pointed to his face.
Fang Shan's eyes curved with a smile: "Your dimples are so pretty."
The patrolling disciple's face turned a little red in an instant.
Fang Shan sighed inwardly, he is still a pure and innocent person.
The patrol disciple who had just spoken was somewhat bewildered. He had originally intended to tell him that only good looks could allow him to enter the Undead Palace, but after being misunderstood, he felt too embarrassed to tell the truth. The woman nudged her fellow disciples, and everyone looked up at the moon or down at the stones, unwilling to offend the beauty with their words.
Fang Shan took the initiative to speak: "Actually, I have heard of the rules here, but my brother is my flesh and blood. I can't abandon him and enjoy a good life alone!"
As he said this, he was about to hit the tree.
No one expected this plot development. Seeing no one to stop him, Fang Shan braked in time. A thick tree trunk was 0.001 meters away from him. He gritted his teeth and tugged at the corner of Wei Sushen's clothes, saying angrily, "Pull me over!"
Beneath the questioning tone was the suppressed laughter of the others.
Seeing his goal accomplished, Fang Shan put away his eccentric acting. A high-class beauty only creates distance; he needs an interesting soul. Just like now, the aloof, icy man tried to be cunning, but the embarrassment of being exposed was enough to win over others' love of beauty with his cute contrast.
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows and winked at Wei Sushen... Are you shocked by my acting skills?
Wei Sushen was indifferent. He had been indifferent for a long time, but later on, he was numbed by the shock.
The most senior disciple among the patrol disciples took out a veil and said, "Have your brother veiled first. We will report to the Palace Master and then make a decision."
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen were temporarily placed in a temple on the outermost edge. It had long since fallen into disrepair, with even the paint on the large Buddha statue peeling off. The patrol disciple who had escorted them was a little embarrassed: "You'll have to stay here for the night. The earliest we can notify the Palace Master is tomorrow morning."
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace has a strict schedule. Now is the time for her to have a beautiful sleep. If anyone dares to disturb her, she will get more than a hundred heads chopped off.
Fang Shan said a cold "hmm" and resumed her elegant demeanor. The Necromancer who had brought them here felt a pang of itch. She had seen all sorts of beauties, some as beautiful as flowers, some as beautiful as clear springs, but this was the first time she had seen someone as beautiful as a cat, sometimes cunning, sometimes aloof.
Just as he was about to give a full self-introduction, Fang Shan yawned, covering his mouth with his hands, as if to say, "I'm sleepy, get out of here!" Being used and then thrown away only made the other person look up to him and retreat obediently.
It was much easier to talk without outsiders around. Fang Shan expressed a thousand words in just two words: "How?"
Wei Sushen continued to look at him with extremely complicated eyes.
Fang Shan: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. All sorts of beauty converge in the Palace of the Dead. No matter how beautiful it is, it's only good if it piques other people's interest."
What he said made perfect sense, and Wei Sushen felt that it was not unfair for him to have been tricked so many times.
"Protect my hair."
Fang Shan stretched, leaning back against him, and fell asleep with their faces tilted up. Wei Sushen had been staring at the Buddha statue not far away for most of the night. Without being able to see each other, their sense of touch was more acute. The little head behind him would slide down from time to time. Wei Sushen tilted his head slightly, knowing that if he didn't stop it, he would have a messy afro.
After staring at him for a few seconds, she finally reached out to stop his head from sliding down, and let him lean on her shoulder instead.
Fang Shan had a dreamless night. When he woke up in the morning, he went to the river to wash his face and shook his head from side to side: "I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep well."
Wei Sushen: "There is only one kind of people in the world whose sleep quality is never affected."
Fang Shan walked over with a smile, took his hand and tilted his chin, making a teasing gesture: "At this time, the host should say to me, you little heartless person."
“…”
Fang Shan wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly his ears moved: "Someone is coming."
Shortly after she finished speaking, a carriage arrived at the gate, driven by one of the disciples who had patrolled the mountain last night. She was visibly distracted when she saw Fang Shan. Last night, it was too dark, so she could only make out a perfect outline. Now, in the sunlight, this face was truly captivating.
Fang Shan: "Hello again."
The patrol disciple calmed himself down and said, "The Palace Master asked me to take you there and promised that if your beauty could impress him, he would allow you to stay."
After thanking him, Fang Shan got on the carriage and asked a few questions about the Palace Master without leaving any trace. The patrol disciple looked a little strange: "The Palace Master... is a good person, as long as he doesn't cross the line."
Fang Shan: "What does the bottom line include?"
Patrolling disciples: "Don't wake up the Palace Master during his nap, but make sure his nap doesn't last longer than half an incense stick. The food shouldn't be too delicious, nor too unpalatable. If it's too delicious, people will get gluttonous and fat, while if it's too unpalatable, people won't be able to swallow it..."
After hearing the latter part, Fang Shan couldn't help but interrupt: "Why didn't you rebel?"
"Be careful with your words!" The patrolling disciple's expression suddenly became serious. "No one is allowed to slander the Palace Master."
After scolding her, she started driving the carriage with a cold face. When the curtain fell, Fang Shan heard her mutter, "It's because I can't win."
If you can fight too early, beat them to death!
Fang Shan nudged Wei Sushen lightly with his elbow: "Don't let me see any emotional resonance in your eyes."
Wei Sushen retracted his gaze: "You worry too much."
Fang Shan: "Look into my eyes and speak."
Wei Sushen chose to close his eyes and rest.
If there is a place in the world where rules and reason are the most unruly, it must be the Palace of the Dead.
In a nutshell: recognize faces but not people.
The Palace of the Dead was built extremely luxuriously. Even from a few hundred meters away, when you see the rubble, you can still feel the brilliance bestowed by money.
Fang Shan liked this design very much: "Your Palace Master is a person of great taste."
The patrolling disciple looked at him with a different expression for the first time, meaning that his brain was not working well at such a young age.
Unlike what Fang Shan had expected, the Palace of the Dead was not filled with beautiful women, and there were even few people who could see them.
The patrolling disciple explained, "During this time, everyone is practicing martial arts in the back mountains."
Fang Shan pointed to the empty doorway and asked, "Where are the guards?"
The patrolling disciple shook his head, "No need." Seeing Fang Shan's doubt, he added meaningfully, "No one in this world dares to trespass in the Palace of the Dead."
The entire journey seemed deserted, but once he finally entered the main hall, he was greeted by an exaggerated aroma. Upon seeing who was sitting on the chair, Fang Shan couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The head of a palace was actually a man?
The person he was staring at was leaning lazily in the chair, with his black hair cascading down from the back like a waterfall, and his eyes were misty, as if he had been sleeping for years.
"Skin as white as cream, long legs and a slender waist... a rarity in this world." After commenting on Fang Shan, the Palace Master of the Undead Souls glanced at Wei Sushen again. The haziness in his eyes disappeared, and his slender white fingers trembled as they stretched into the air. Then he took out a small embroidered handkerchief from his bosom, covered his eyes with it, and tremblingly said, "Brother?"
When his disciple reported it earlier, he didn't take it seriously, but now it seems that the contrast between these two people is quite big.
Wei Sushen said expressionlessly: "Twins."
Fang Shan whispered, "Don't bully me because I'm not well educated."
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace adjusted his posture slightly and tapped the armrest lightly. The chair instantly cracked and was about to fall apart. However, due to his extremely high internal strength, he managed to maintain his original state temporarily. "Do you think I'm easy to deceive?"
"It's the truth." Wei Sushen said calmly, "We have telepathy. Not only that, no matter who is hurt, the other party will feel it more or less."
Fang Shan didn't show any strange expression when he heard his words, and said seriously, "Some in-depth exchanges are also included in this scope."
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace fluttered his eyelids, then suddenly stood up, completely shattering the chair he'd been holding onto with his inner strength. A glimmer of despair crossed the eyes of the accompanying patrol disciples... The Palace Master's increased strength meant he was one step closer to overthrowing the tyranny.
Fang Shan didn't know what he was planning, but his tone was particularly sincere: "Ah, my Lord Palace Master, who is so unique in heaven and earth, why are your eyes as moving as autumn water?"
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace got goose bumps because of his praise, but the next second, he suddenly thought of something and looked at Wei Sushen: "Since you are twins, I believe your language skills are not inferior to his."
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace had such a sharp gaze that he was absolutely certain that these two people were definitely not twins and that their personalities were very different.
Just as he made his judgment, Wei Sushen had already spoken, his voice calmly saying "Ah": "Your mind is as broad as a mountain, your..."
After all, he was the man who had published the "Eastern Palace Survival Manual". His attainments in this area even surpassed Fang Shan. The Palace Master of the Undead Palace's stomach was already boiling. Wei Sushen was different from Fang Shan. His pronunciation was clear but his tone was cold. It sounded like a very rhythmic song that was forcibly slowed down by half a beat.
"Shut up!" A hint of murderous intent leaked out of his body. However, because the other party was now carrying the identity of Fang Shan's biological brother, he refrained from attacking: "Arrange accommodation for them."
The patrol disciple, belatedly realizing what was happening, nodded and quickly took two steps forward, putting some distance between them. He was a little frightened by the seemingly meaningless praise he had just received.
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