This Northern Song Dynasty is a bit weird

Chapter 31 The Garden in the Mountains
Thanks to the exaggerated network information flow in later generations, Lu Sen also accidentally read some information about the Assasins.

It's just about their content, all of which have a lot of jokes, and even various artistic processing of video games, so Lu Sen doesn't know much about this sect.

The information you know may also be distorted.

But only this sign... it shouldn't be wrong.

When the drummer's eyes became extremely taxing and stabbed like a sharp sword, Lu Sen didn't flinch, but continued to stare at the other party's eyes, without fear or unease, and even with a bit of ridicule.

This is the attitude of the people of the celestial kingdom.

The drummer's eyes quickly changed, and then he showed a flattering smile and flattery, and he even bent down slightly.

Lu Sen withdrew his gaze and left with Heizhu.

The confrontation between the two was actually very short, less than four seconds, so no one noticed.

The drummer stood on the high platform, looked at Lu Sen's back, and then walked backstage.

The oiran who was Semu just leaned over and asked in Persian, "What happened? I sensed your murderous aura just now. Did you see the people in the Temple of the Cross?"

"No." The drummer shook his head. "Just now, there was a young man who looked like a white aristocrat. He stared at the sign on my arm and was taken aback."

Before the Qing Dynasty, almost all the barbarians believed that only the Chinese were Caucasians, and they themselves were either colorless or red.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the word 'yellow race' was placed on the Chinese people, as well as the whole East Asian people.

Originally, their skin color classification was insulting, because in their concept, yellow skin was a symbol of 'serious illness'.

Alluding to the term 'sick man of East Asia'.

It's just a pity that Chinese people don't have much negative feelings about the word "yellow race", but they think it's very reasonable.After all, the Yellow River is the mother river, and since ancient times to the present, the people have always valued gold, so I don't think this name of the yellow race is insulting.

On the contrary, Fusang and Goryeo are very disgusted with the name of 'yellow race'.

Semu Hua Kui breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it would be troublesome if the gang from the Temple of the Cross also followed. It is estimated that the noble boy is simply interested in the logo on your arm."

While they were talking, the two had already arrived at the small room in the background.

They opened the secret door and went straight down into the cellar.

This cellar is not very big, only about five meters in length and width, and three meters in height.

But inside the cellar, there are quite a few scimitars and long swords, as well as five full-body plate armors.

The Northern Song Dynasty could not help banning weapons, especially this kind of full-body plate armor.

If it is discovered, everyone related to this den will be implicated, and a treacherous hat will not be able to escape.

But if it is synthesized like Lu Sen, the kind of round wooden armor that looks funny... As long as you don't know the effect, it is estimated that the government will not care even if you see it.

Under normal circumstances, no one would think that this thin half-body wooden armor would have any defensive power. It is estimated that it can be used to block the sharp claws of small beasts.

With a spear and sword, as long as a stab at random, it can pierce the person and the wooden armor together.

In addition to the weapons and armor, there were two people lying in the cellar. They were all tied up. Judging from their clothing and appearance, they should be from Song.

Oiran Alizie walked up to a slightly fat man Song, and kicked the latter's stomach heavily with her foot.

The fat Song Man immediately screamed and woke up from his sleep, writhing and struggling.

Soon, another Song person next to the fat Song person also woke up. He looked at the two serene people standing and said weakly: "Let us go, we really have no way for you to connect with the government. We're just merchants and cheap people."

The drummer squatted down, he pressed his middle finger on a vein in the neck of this slightly thinner Song person, and said in a less fluent Song language: "Then let's change our minds, Song people, you know that in this great city , which official is more likely to accept us outsiders?"

The Song man thought for a while and shook his head.

Civilians look down on salacious people, not to mention officials!

The drummer grinned, his fingers lightly exerting force, and he didn't know what part he pressed, or what technique he used.The Song people's face turned red in an instant, and the blue veins on the forehead burst out one by one, getting thicker and thicker, like green snakes that were growing and getting bigger.

Then his nostrils began to bleed, and his eyes were even more bloodshot, like two red light bulbs.

Song Ren felt that the pain in his brain was about to explode, and his body struggled desperately, but the drummer pressed his knees against his waist, making him unable to move.

He could only writhe in place, unable to even let out a scream, something blocked his throat, preventing him from uttering it, so he could only open his mouth in vain.

Soon, Song Ren's eye sockets began to bleed, and blood clots were spit out from his mouth. The struggle was getting smaller and smaller, and his eyes were turning white. When he saw that he was about to die, the drummer released his fingers on his neck. .

Song Ren was like a fish that got water, gasping for breath.

The drummer smiled softly: "Do you really think we caught you casually? Do you think of any way now?"

The Song person nodded vigorously, the fear of dying just now had overwhelmed him.

Terrible, don't want to go through it again.

"Tell me."

"Uncle Cao Guo has the mind of seeking immortals and asking questions today. This is a well-known thing in the market." The Song person said hurriedly: "I am under the family of Uncle Cao, and on the surface, I set foot on behalf of Uncle Guo. The cheap business of the business is actually to keep an eye out for anything related to immortals and gods for him. If you really want to climb up the noble door, you just need to come up with some strange things, and use your skills, definitely You can be appreciated by Uncle Cao."

The drummer turned his head and asked Alize, who was watching the play next to him, in Persian: "He said that Uncle Cao is very powerful?"

Alize leaned against the corner, folded her arms over her chest, and said lightly, "He is the younger brother of the queen of this country. At the same time, I heard that he also has a very high status and speaks with great weight."

The drummer nodded in satisfaction, then he looked at the Song people on the ground and asked with a smile, "That's the question, what do you think we should come up with to please that Uncle Cao?"

"As long as there are artifacts related to immortals and gods!"

"But we don't have such a thing." The drummer pressed his finger on the Song person's neck again: "Do you have one?"

Feeling the icy fingers stuck on his neck, the Song people no longer wanted to experience the terrifying torture just now, he nodded vigorously and said, "I have, I have! I withheld some of the nagging things, and as long as the uncle lets me go back, I will take them out and give them to the two of you."

He did cut some, but according to experience, these things are fake, but now whether he is real or fake, it is important to save his life first.

The drummer smiled and let go of his fingers, stroking the Song person's cheek with satisfaction, as if he was stroking his beloved beauty: "Very good, I'll go get it with you, by the way, remember where your family lives, if there is any What's the matter, we'll come visit, okay?"

The Song man had a miserable face, but he could only nod his head again and again.

Then the drummer turned his attention to the other Fat Song man, and was about to press his finger on the latter's neck, but the Fat Song man screamed first.

"Uncle, please, don't hurt me. Together with him, we are all cheap people who do things for Cao Guojiu. I can do what he can do." The horror of the blood spurting was frightened: "I can also give you all the good things I have hidden."

"No need!" The drummer took out a short blade from his clothes: "The same thing, only one person can do it."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Seeing the sharp short blade pressing over, the fat Song man screamed in horror: "I also know more important information, more important news, you two will be very interested when you hear it. ."

The drummer's short blade pressed against the fat Songren's throat: "Oh, let's hear it."

"A few days ago, Cao Erlang wore a wooden armor to return to the house from the outside..." Fat Songren was so frightened that he said all the things he knew, like pouring beans.

After about ten minutes, both the drummer and Alizee left the cellar.

Go through the secret door and go back to the backstage room.

Listening to the noisy voices outside, the drummer said with a smile: "The identity of Song Ren you provided this time is in good condition, at least you can tell some useful news."

Alizee smiled: "After all, I've been here for more than a year. I already know a lot about this beautiful and prosperous country. Their language, their habits, and their identities and relationships. It's not easy to sort out these things. I've been watching these two for a long time."

"It is indeed beautiful and prosperous, like a paradise on earth. I used to think that Spahan is the most beautiful city in the world." The drummer smiled helplessly: "But when I came here, I learned that Spahan is even one-tenth of its size. Not as good. But such a city was actually built by white pagans, which is unacceptable."

"Let's not talk about that for now." Alize turned her head and glanced in the direction of the cellar: "Do you think the words of the fat Song people are credible? As long as you wear wooden armor that won't hurt in any way, is it possible? "

The drummer thought for a while and said, "I'll find time to check it out. You use the black holy medicine to temporarily control the two people in the cellar. They should still be useful in the future."

Alize nodded and smiled coldly: "Actually, I think it's better to kill."

"We are here to take back the garden in the mountains. Too much killing will definitely attract the attention of the white aristocrats." The drummer shook his head: "I don't know which white aristocrat is in the hands of such a precious thing, so I can only slowly checked."

On the other side, Lu Sen and Hei Zhu returned home.

Then he started making jukeboxes impatiently.

Since the materials were already prepared, the jukebox was made in an instant.

This thing is actually a black box with a big copper speaker on top, a small LCD screen on the front, and four buttons.

Then on the right side of the black box, there is a black hand crank.

At this time, Heizhu and Xiao Ringo also came over.

Just after Lu Sen shook it a few times, he found that the LCD screen was lit up... It turned out to be a hand-cranked generator, no wonder he wanted a magnet.

Then he shook it for more than ten minutes, his hands were sore, and the battery level indicated on the display was only 25%.

Lu Sen wiped his sweat and said, "Heizhu, come here."

"Ok."

Heizhu saw Lu Sen sweating profusely before and wanted to help.But for fear of his own low status, touching the fairy weapon in front of him will make it darken. Now that Langjun speaks, it is naturally no problem.

He carefully followed the example of Lu Sen, shaking the black handle, and seeing that there was no repelling reaction from the fairy, he felt relieved and gradually accelerated the speed of the circle.

Still that sentence, Lu Sen is actually a waste, and he is tired after shaking 25% of the power.

And the black column is shaken to 100% power, and there is no sweat.

Then Lu Sen tested the buttons, and quickly figured out the purpose of several buttons.

Call out the music library, there are more than 3000 songs... Looking at the names above, there are Chinese, English, and even many Japanese songs.

Then pull down the menu to take a closer look and find that it is almost all pure music.

What "Moonlight Song", "Shen Ren Chang", "General's Order", "Exodus", "To Alice", "Dawn of Heroes", "Tide Sounds" and so on.

Ancient and modern Chinese and foreign, everything should be used.

From classical piano music, to heavy metal tanks, to game minor, the categories are horribly mixed.

"So I've heard so much music?" Lu Sen was a little surprised.

It's just pure music, not counting popular songs that you've ever heard.

For people living in the information age, this is particularly powerful.

Whether you like it or not, as long as you live in that environment, you will passively receive countless information and knowledge.

If you think it's normal, that's because you're surrounded by people like this, so you don't feel anything special.

But take you out and put you in other environments, and you will find yourself different from the people around you, or stand out from the crowd.

Lu Sen clicked a random play, and a melodious and sad flute sounded from the golden copper horn.

"Oh, it's "Crazy Red"." Lu Sen sat on the rocking chair next to him and listened quietly.

Originally, this flute song was sad enough. Lu Sen was in a 'foreign land' at the moment. Thinking that his former relatives and friends might not be able to see him, he was a little sad in his heart, but when he heard it, his eyes turned red, and he almost became violent. Han burst into tears.

Hei Zhu and Xiao Ringo were startled by the sudden sound of the flute, and thought that the black box contained monsters, but seeing Lu Sen's unfazed appearance, they gradually calmed down and sat next to them to listen together. song.

The two of them's music appreciation level is far inferior to Lu Sen, but they just think it sounds good, and then there is no other feeling.

Seeing that the first song was about to end, Lu Sen suddenly heard someone shouting outside.

"Lu Xiaolang, Zhan came to visit."

Lu Sen turned his head and saw Zhan Zhao wearing a sky blue gown standing outside the yard.

He quickly got up, wiped his eyes, walked over, opened the courtyard door, and after giving Zhan Zhao temporary access, he clasped his fists and said, "Zhan Zhaotou, long time no see, come in first. You're finally back in Beijing, you weren't there before, Bianjing is in chaos."

"Zhan Mou already knows that Bao Fu Yin's letter was delivered to me four days ago." Zhan Zhao walked into the yard, feeling the cool air, and was slightly stunned, then handed over the letter in his hand: " Merely modest gifts are not respectful, but at the same time, I have to thank Lu Xiaolang for his life-saving grace."

After speaking, Zhan Zhao Zuo Yi bowed slightly.

Lu Sen took the letter with both hands, a little surprised: "What's the meaning of Zhanchaotou, I haven't seen you in this period of time, where does this life-saving grace come from?"

"Also ask Lu Xiaolang to listen to me." Zhan Zhao pulled down the golden long sword on his back, and said with his hands straight, "This time Zhan Zhao was able to save his life by luck, thanks to the sword that Lu Xiaolang gave."

"It's inconvenient to stand and talk, go to the building and talk." Lu Sen made a gesture of invitation.

Zhan Zhao thanked him, put away the stone sword, and walked in with Lu Sen.

Then the closer he got to the small building, the weirder his expression became.

Not to mention the strange building made of squares, there is a black box with a big speaker in the hall, which is sending out a beautiful tune.

Or two instruments he had never heard before.

The jukebox is now playing "The Sound of Silence" for piano and guitar.

In fact, when he was outside the hospital, Zhan Zhao heard the music.

It's just that he didn't care too much at the time, thinking that Lu Sen hired a troupe to listen to the music at home.

As a result, I came in and found that it was a black box making a sound.

Even though Zhan Zhao had traveled all over the world as a person in all corners of the world and was well-informed, he couldn't help it at this time and asked, "Lu Xiaolang, what is this black box that plays music?"

　There were guests at home today, and seven or eight children quarreled early until around seven in the evening.

　　I took time to start writing at four o'clock in the afternoon, and I didn't finish writing a chapter until after ten o'clock. Every once in a while, a little guy came to my room to disturb me and disrupt my thoughts.

　　Then my wife asks me to help me with some work from time to time... The inspiration is always interrupted, so annoying that I want to scold people.

　　I have never thought that a book is so difficult to write, people are going crazy.

　　Holidays are so troublesome.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)