The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 19 Sleep? At the age of fourteen, how can I sleep!

Song Lanyi looked at Baihua Sage and was a little stunned, "Hundred Flowers Sage is very powerful, and he is also very capable of making people angry. He is different from an honest person like me."

Gongsun Ji's mouth twitched and he hesitated to speak, but he was worried again and again, thinking of all the ways Song Lanyi helped him, and finally said nothing.

Forget it, just be happy.

On the frontal battlefield, since the death of the Green Fox King, the overall situation has basically been decided.

The two strong men of the demon clan ended up running away, which greatly reduced the morale of the demon clan.

Song Lanyi simply did not leave the city wall, and instead fought on the city wall, An Xin being a wet nurse.

Due to the special location of Shuobei Frontier Fortress, every doctor in Dingyuan City has an extremely transcendent status.

At first, Song Lanyi was reciting "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", but in the end, he simply opened his bow with both hands, and his two brushes were moving around on the paper. The handwriting was a little immature, but he already had a powerful and sharp character.

The battle lasted from dawn to dusk.

Until both sides raised money and retreated their troops, because the Green Fox King was dead, the demon barbarians under the major demon commanders were like bereaved dogs, forming their own camps and fleeing northward one after another.

Suddenly, a demon commander fled halfway and suddenly slapped his forehead.

"It's broken! There's still that guy in the central demon tent! It's too bad, he didn't take her away!"

Someone next to him looked disdainful, "What does it matter what she does? She's just a half-demon, half-human alien. Even if she were placed in the human realm, she would still be a beast-like existence."

They were chatting in low voices as they galloped, and when they inadvertently stepped back, their souls suddenly appeared.

At some unknown time, King Ming, riding a white divine horse and holding a spear, hung behind them like a shadow.

While those demon commanders were ashamed and angry, they couldn't help but say, "My dear Prince Ming, haven't you heard of the principle that you should not pursue a poor enemy?"

Gongsun Ji didn't know when he came to King Ming's side.

He walked in the air, stepped on a blue cloud, stroked his beard and laughed, "You also know that you are a poor bandit. You can be considered self-aware."

Prince Ming was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he shot away with a few shots, and all the monsters a few feet in front of him turned into the dead souls of his guns.

When the white horse under his seat turned into a ball of pure air and dispersed, he looked up at Gongsun Ji who was riding on the blue clouds, frowned and said, "Where did this Qingyun poem come from?"

Gongsun Ji was extremely angry, "Can't you think it was me who did it?"

Prince Ming chuckled, then suddenly laughed and said, "It seems that Song Lanyi can do it. You? If you have this ability, why haven't you entered the third level realm yet?"

Gongsun Ji was speechless for a moment, his eyes widened, his face flushed, and he tried to argue, "How can we force this scholar's matter? Besides, poetry is a small way, and classics and meanings are the main road!"

King Ming looked at him up and down, and sneered, "The way that can kill monsters and barbarians is the Great Way. Besides, you don't have a sense of understanding in terms of the scriptures."

Gongsun Ji looked at the sky, the ground, and the ants under his feet. He stared at it for a long time, and then he looked as if he had just woken up from a dream. "Oh~ the person who called the formation earlier was also Song Lanyi. This little girl Song

, it is indeed amazing. How about... go and see her?"

King Ming glanced at Gongsun Ji, knowing the virtue of this old subordinate. He held the riding whip in his hand and couldn't help but recall the thin girl when he first met Song Lanyi.

Song Lanyi is no more than a nutmeg, and he is more than capable of being Song Lanyi's father. Of course, he will not have any animal-like thoughts.

But he was inevitably a little curious, what was so magical about Song Lanyi...?

He took Gongsun Ji back to Dingyuan City.

At this time, the war had just ended, and some of the sergeants were still cleaning up the traces of the battlefield and sorting out the remains of their comrades, while the other group of sergeants were slowly walking down the city wall with weary steps.

Gongsun Ji looked around and saw no shadow of Song Lanyi on the city wall. He couldn't help but grab a soldier beside him and asked doubtfully, "Where is Miss Song?"

The soldier looked confused, "Huh?"

"The one who called the formation earlier!"

"Oh, I'm sleeping over there." The soldier suddenly realized and pointed to the base of a city wall.

I saw Song Lanyi sleeping soundly while hugging a coat.

There were small cuts and blood stains on her cheek, making her look extremely weak.

But Gongsun Ji didn't dare to underestimate her.

This is a fierce man who can draw the nine-stone bow with the blessing of the war song!

Pharmacist?

wrong!

A strong man?

This is right!

King Ming pondered for a moment, "Forget it, let her sleep for a while first. There is relaxation and relaxation, this is the way to practice."

This does make sense.

Gongsun Ji also nodded in agreement and asked someone to call Song Hanhai over and ask him to take his daughter back.

If Song Lanyi was really allowed to sleep under the city wall for a day, wouldn't Song Manzi have to pull out his beard?

Gongsun Ji trembled all over when he thought of this possibility.

At this moment, Song Lanyi, who is "flexible and relaxed", is still writing furiously in the dream space.

She carefully copied and sketched the illustrations in a "Medicine Classic" and kept repeating:

"Poria cocos, Poria cocos, Poria cocos..."

"Nature is mild, nature is mild, nature is mild..."

"It can be used as medicine, it can be used as medicine, it can be used as medicine..."

The Medicine Saint had long felt the attraction from the mysterious space. He deliberately stayed outside for a while and then secretly entered the space.

He wanted to see what Song Lanyi was doing during this free time.

When he walked to the door of the Space Bookstore and heard the sound of reading loudly inside, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

Diligent and studious, you are worthy of being my favorite disciple!

However, when he opened the door, he saw Song Lanyi's hair was disheveled, her eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and her cheeks were covered with ash marks and blood stains like pot ashes.

Even so, her whole person still showed an extremely excited look.

Medicine Saint... Medicine Saint was stunned.

He swallowed and asked tentatively, "Lanyi, how about... you take a nap first?"

Snapped!

Song Lanyi suddenly put down her pen and looked at the Medicine Saint with a look of hatred: "Teacher! Doting on a girl is like killing a girl!"

"Sleep? How can I sleep? How can I sleep at the age of fourteen?!"

"Teacher, I am just an ordinary ninth-level being. But in the Daqian and seventh-level realms, in the dark night, I can see things as if they were daylight; in the fifth-level realm, I can see ten lines in one eye; and in the third-level realm, I can even draw inferences from one fact.

!”

"What does this mean? It means that the higher the rank and the stronger the people, the better their learning ability and the greater the gap between them and the people below. If I don't work harder, how can I surpass them in this era?"

Medicine Saint has a strange feeling.

He always had the illusion that his and Song Lanyi's positions were now reversed.

He scratched his head, "Then you have to sleep anyway! Who can bear not sleeping?"

Song Lanyi sighed and said seriously, "Teacher, please don't mention this kind of thing again. 996 is a blessing! How can you say you can't bear it?"

Medicine Saint:???

What the hell?

He simply stayed aside and watched Song Lanyi recite it like a repeater.

It was obviously a mechanical and stiff recitation, but she read it with a kind of rhythmic beauty.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival~

(End of chapter)