After saying those words, the old man's expression became somewhat dispirited.
No matter who it was, under the torture of such a thing, they would become passive resistance.
The old man told Qinghu about all the abnormalities in the town as if he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
Perhaps after venting his anger, the old man got up and left the inn with a wry smile.
Qinghu turned around and looked at Lin Mengya, only to find that the girl had just moved her eyes away from the old man.
"Let's go back to our room first."
He and Lin Mengya had a tacit understanding, so he naturally knew that the girl must have suspected something.
Otherwise, she would not have set her eyes on someone who was not important to her.
Moreover, after listening to the old man's words, Qinghu also clearly felt that although the people in this town looked no different from other places.
However, there was indeed an obvious sense of oppression.
It was not until now that they realized that it was a sense of helplessness that was restrained by an invisible force.
In the inn, all the people living around them were their own people.
Even so, Qinghu still checked carefully in person before closing the door and talking to Lin Mengya with relief.
"Don't you think it's strange? What the old man said should not be the secret of this town. The person who was sitting with him just now did not even bother to listen. Tell me, why is he so determined to tell me everything? Especially when you, a stranger, are present. I feel like he told us on purpose. "
Lin Mengya was always able to calmly analyze the abnormality of things at critical moments.
Her words reminded Qinghu of something.
Qinghu frowned slightly and subconsciously touched his chin.
"Yes, it seems that he doesn't care who is listening to him. Could it be that someone wants to leak information to us on purpose? I'm afraid that this person also has an ulterior motive! "
In fact, Qinghu used to be sinister and vicious, and he would never lose to any of their former opponents.
Especially when the enemy was in the dark and he was in the light, Qinghu had the hobby of finding out those rats hiding behind the scenes one by one and then slowly crushing them to death.
Therefore, the current situation had piqued his interest even more.
"Don't act rashly. Think about it. That old man repeatedly mentioned the Mountain God Temple today. If I'm not mistaken, someone is trying to lure us to the Mountain God Temple. "
Lin Mengya maintained a relatively open attitude towards ghosts and immortals.
After all, the Buddhist Treasure Sarira that had once saved her life was still carried by her at all times.
But she felt that if there really was a Mountain God in the world. In that case, it should also protect the people. This was the god that people were looking forward to.
If he wantonly killed people, there would only be fear in people's hearts, not respect. Not to mention, this kind of thing, no matter how she listened to it, it seemed to her that it was something that only humans could do.
"So, are we going or not?"
Qinghu raised his eyebrows. He adhered to the principle of violent destruction when it came to such conspiracies.
Lin Mengya thought for a while and shook her head gently.
"Even if we don't go, I'm afraid that the other party will be able to guess that we will beat them at their own game. I will definitely go to the Mountain God Temple, but not now. "
It was a familiar feeling of conspiracy. Sometimes Lin Mengya really envied her father and brother for being able to settle their debts on the battlefield.
To be honest, she had seen, heard and experienced too many of these deceitful flowers hidden in the dark. Now, she felt that it was a little boring.
Moreover, she had a hunch that all the strange things in this town would soon come to light.
It was not a long time.
At night, Lin Mengya sat alone in front of the window. She did not know why Qinghu, who had been accompanying her all this time, had disappeared at this moment.
She rubbed her sore eyebrows and looked helplessly at the man in the room, who was sitting upright and still, reading the art of war.
Since she expressed her impatience, Hou Yuetian had been very sensible not to show up in front of her.
But at night, when Qinghu received the news that his two men had gone missing, he had to deal with it himself.
For the sake of his own safety, he had no choice but to invite Hou Yuetian to ensure her safety.
Although Lin Mengya expressed her slight disagreement with Qinghu's overprotective behavior.
Unfortunately, Qinghu had already rejected her and allowed her to stay alone with Hou Yuetian in the room.
In fact, Hou Yuetian was not a hateful person.
In fact, he didn't say much because Lin Mengya didn't like him. He did not bring his men with him, but sat alone in front of her desk with a book on the art of war, reading it carefully.
Lin Mengya also felt that these days, Hou Yuetian was a real gentleman. Hou Yuetian was a true gentleman. Even now, Hou Yuetian had been sitting in front of her for a full two hours, but he hadn't moved at all, let alone caused her any trouble.
In this way, she felt a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong? Is there anything unusual? "
He seemed to feel that the young lady of the Su family was looking at him too straightforwardly.
Hou Yuetian raised his head from the book, looked at her, and asked in a low voice.
"Nothing. The book in your hand should be written by Wu Nanxun, the military god of the former dynasty, right?"
Wu Nanxun was an extraordinary man. Not only was he skillful in the art of war, but he was also a first-class scholar.
Now, there were a total of six books on the art of war that he had written.
It was said that they were the crystallization of his wisdom and experience in his life.
As long as someone could completely understand them, he could inherit all his military talents.
This was a little exaggerated. Wu Nanxun was brilliant because he had read a lot of books, and he was born in a family of generals, so his knowledge was naturally different from others.
Combining all these, he became a master of the art of war.
If the descendants wanted to learn from him, it was absolutely impossible to only rely on these six books on the art of war.
However, Wu Nanxun was really good at the art of war. Even his father and brother used to be crazy fans of him.
As his family member, she had also read a few books.
She could still read books on the art of war. However, she really didn't like those formations that were full of sophistry.
Fortunately, with the existence of the Shen Nung system, even if it was something that she could not read, she could completely store it in her mind.
Sometimes, it would save a lot of trouble if she had to read according to the book.
"Yes, it's the book on formations written by the military god. I didn't expect you to have read it. I'm so ignorant. "
There weren't many ordinary girls who could read. Even those who had been educated at home could only read some poems and songs, which was considered very good.
Unexpectedly, Miss Su not only had medical skills, but also had dabbled in the art of war. Hou Yuetian was very surprised that she had also dabbled in the art of war.
"I didn't study it carefully, but I just like reading Mr. Wu's books. First, it's not convenient for us girls to go out, so we can read these books to broaden our horizons. Second, it's much more interesting to read the customs of different places than books on the art of war. "
That was the truth. She had read that book over and over again several times.
Although it was decades ago, she still felt it was interesting to read it now.
Besides, there was a similar chapter in the music score for the green stringed instrument.
Therefore, she was not completely unfamiliar with the customs of the various countries.
"You're right, young lady. This formation book looks like an extraordinary book. But in fact, it has long lost its original meaning. It doesn't seem to be as interesting as the one you mentioned. "
Hou Yuetian put down the book in his hand. Lin Mengya looked at him with some admiration.
Many people regarded this book as a classic. It was said that a few years ago, there was a bookworm who led the army and acted according to the content of this book. In the end, he was defeated and died.
War was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
Not to mention following the book, even if one was flexible, he might not be able to win this time.
On this point, his father and elder brother were living examples.
The so-called military god was just a person who won more than he lost.
"Since you read the book on the art of war, you must not be a simple person, right? I'm very curious. What on earth in Dajin attracted you and made you risk your life to sneak into the Capital City? "
Not everyone liked to read the book on the art of war.
Moreover, based on Hou Yuetian's behavior, she knew that he must be of high status.
Moreover, along the way. Hou Yuetian and his men were very obedient.
Not to mention gathering information along the way, even when they went out to investigate, they had to obediently follow behind their men.
If he, as a man from another country, wanted to gather information about Dajin, from this point, Lin Mengya knew that he was definitely not.
He followed her closely, as if to avoid arousing suspicion.
Lin Mengya saw him smiling bitterly at her, and then explained in a low voice.
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