Fantasy Falls

Twenty-four horses are riding pets exchanged from the evolution base: Wuxi—a horse with pure black fur like satin. According to legend, Xiangyu, the king of Western Chu, rides Wuqi.

Of course, compared to the mount goat, the difference is too much.

Sitting in the carriage, Lin Xi's eyes couldn't help but wander around the faces of the three unique mercenaries.

Uncle Jiu, Fan Haixin and Ampei Qingming.

In the background stories of some animation games in Europe, America, Japan and Japan, Fan Haixin is the incarnation of the archangel "Gabriel". It is said that Amber Ching Ming is the descendant of the white fox and human beings, and belongs to the half-demon-Of course, the two from the movie, the strength will not Too strong.

Like the X-Men movie, the power of the phantom is greatly weakened.

As for Jiu Jiu, an eyebrow and a long road, is the true strongman, a combat faction! There are countless zombies and bosses that have been cut.

Uncle noticed the teenager's gaze, Ampei Qingming raised his fan and covered his mouth with a smile.

Lin Xi suddenly got goosebumps.

It is worth mentioning that neither the handsome old man Fan Haixin nor the fox-eyed Ampei Qingming has a language barrier with everyone, and he speaks Chinese extremely well. It was the same as the original fire dance, but it was obviously infused with Chinese automatically by the program.

"Little donor, can you tell us more about what happened in Luzhou?" Master Dinghui said.

Lin Xi will siege the undead army, bosses such as widow makers are killed, Karthus shows his eyes in the sky, Hammerstone appears, the team is preparing to escape, encounters the shadow island, the curse requiem destroys the city, all this goes, After a pass, the listeners sighed again and again.

"The Red Ghost King destroyed Jiangcheng, and the dead song destroyed Luzhou City. There must be more powerful bosses than these two. How can humans survive in such end times?" Ma Chunhua, a middle-aged lady, was very sad.

"Not all demigods and god-level bosses have mastered the curse, and not all bosses, like the Red Ghost King, can use corpse poison to spread everyone."

Many are an optimist.

In fact, what Lin Xi said, concealed a lot, especially the destruction of Karthus and Shadow Island-of course, no one would believe it.

He is still wary of strangers.

However, the development of the brain area, the sensitive mental power did not detect maliciousness from anyone, plus Ji Shu, Fan Haixin, Ape Qingming, all belong to the decent characters-lawful and good, rather than the decent of the neutral camp, these people are jealous .

Therefore, there is no need to worry about the eight men being bad for him, otherwise the three mercenaries will stop and even leave the host to return to the evolution base.

It's noon now, it's time to eat, the carriage stopped on the road and the crowd took out food.

The rice dumplings are some bags of food.

Many cooked a lot, and tossed a large bag of mung bean cakes. Lin Xi nodded and expressed his gratitude. Then he opened the package and put the cakes in his mouth.

The old monk Ding Hui, from the sleeve-yes, not the item space, but inside the sleeve, took out a stubborn hoe, smashed it into small pieces in the hand, and drank it with pure water. Occasionally there were some **** scum. It fell on the beard and carefully took it into the mouth.

He was a simple and simple brother, salivating his face and giving Jiu Shu a bottle of Wuliangye and a bag of salted peanuts. This Maoshan priest was also welcome. He took wine and food and greeted Fan Haixin. The two drank and ate the peanut rice.

"You call Uncle Jiu ... Master?"

Lin Xi frowned slightly when he heard the two brothers calling each other with a long eyebrow.

"Yes, Uncle Jiu is now our master, and also taught us Maoshan Taoism ... I learned ghost expulsion, and my brother learned magic reduction." The brother's personality can be seen as lively and talkative.

The Maomao Taoist method mainly includes two types: one is to drive away ghosts and drive ghosts, such as controlling zombies and ghosts; the second is to lower the magic and kill the evil zombies, such as runes and formations.

"You two guys, you have been practicing for more than ten days. One can only drive a corpse, and the other is a charm. There is a little talent. The formation method is ignorant and foolish. I'm sorry to show it off." Look at the expression, this sentence is obviously not sincere.

进化 As two evolutionaries, more than ten days, they have been introduced to Maoshan Taoism. How can they be said to be stupid? Uncle Jiu was just afraid that the two would be proud and complacent.

Lin Linxi was in deep thought. Previously, he seemed to ignore one thing.

Mercenaries, not only have combat effectiveness, but also a variety of knowledge and practice experience! And even ... there are wisdom, such as the Three Kingdoms series of Wolong, Feng Hsu, water mirror and other counselors!

"Nine uncle Fan Haixin An Pei Qingming, an outstanding figure of various genres. Before Master Ding Hui became an evolver, he was a Buddhist monk. Will these people give me questions about the mysterious shadow in my dream: who am I and what do I think? And inspired? "

I thought of this, Lin Xi asked this doubt.

"who am I?"

Li Qi, many others, are all inexplicable: "What is there to think about?"

"This should be a philosophical issue." Liu Suifeng, Jiang Xinyu, a couple in their 20s, looked at each other.

Lin Linxi had no hope, and the evolutionists gave no answer.

Except for him, I am afraid that no one can study what "who am I". The current evolutionist, most of them, still think about **** more monsters, increase some abilities, points, and strengthen attributes and exchange. Equipment and mercenaries.

Here, there are only seniors who are qualified to give a hint to the problem.

I noticed that Lin Xi's gaze fell on himself, and Jiushu was a little bit weak.

He held up a glass of wine, slowly swallowed the liquor, and remained silent—the Maoshan vein belongs to the actual combat group. In addition to the mysterious Taoism, he is holding his arm up or cutting a ghost with a large knife.

who am I?

叔 The uncle Jiu, who is not much different from a muscular barbarian in essence, cannot figure out at all, and is too lazy to think about it.

Of course, as a Taoist predecessor, he ca n’t lose his face in front of the younger generation. He wants to chant a poem to express the mystical realm. Unfortunately, he does n’t have much ink in his stomach. Take a book out of your body.

"This simple question, now, look for it in the book yourself." Ji Shu answered with disdain, such a mentally handicapped expression.

Lin Linxi took a look at Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching ...

Fan Haixin, this looks, a little crazy old hair burst out laughing: "Who am I, who is me, why should you consider these? People, born of the Lamb of God, dedicate their hearts to the Lord, and believe in God, can destroy everything Misty in my heart. "

He took out a Bible from his clothes, and the old man shoved the book into Lin Xi's arms with a very tough attitude.

I discovered that Fan Haixin seemed to want to develop Lin Xi into a Christian believer. The old monk Ding Hui, who was eating a hard bun, had no time to eat slowly. He quickly swallowed the cakes and rolled his eyes.

"Little donor, you are on the verge of enlightenment. You can enlighten yourself at this age. It is really amazing."

The face of the old monk, with folds of smiles, almost became a blooming chrysanthemum: "You have a relationship with my Buddhist door."

Lin Linxi's mouth twitched. Fortunately, Master Ding Hui said not "you have a relationship with me in the West." Otherwise, he would consider escaping from here.

"Who am I? This is the eternal perplexity of Yan Fu sentient beings, and it is the ultimate problem that everyone cannot escape. In the Dharma, I have three meanings. First: the Brahman in the Outer Path, and second, the reincarnation of the Outer Path does not change. I, the third, the world of the five aggregates ... "

但 "But I am me. First, I have the air, then there is the law, and then there is the colored air. Everything is like a dream bubble. It is not true. It cannot be separated. All beings are trapped in obsession. Only the enlightenment of the mind ..."

It is indeed an old monk who has cultivated a Buddha for a lifetime. He is best at fainting people. Master Ding Hui said a lot, Lin Xi didn't understand anything.

The person next to the uncle also showed a helpless expression, apparently, he had taught this old monk.

After talking for more than half an hour, Jiu Shu and Fan Haixin drank up a bottle of wine, and Master Dinghui had no idea but to find a scripture: "This is the" Leng Yan Jing ". In the book, Buddha is a disciple. It ’s difficult, you ’re completely revealed who I am. You can take a look ... ”

If Ding Hui is not an old man, after listening to the nonsense for so long, Lin Xi will definitely paste the scriptures on the other person's face.

Now, I can only accept it silently.

I asked a sentence, but I didn't figure it out, but I got three books ...

"That one……"

Master Dinghui's eyes are full of kindness and kind eyes: "Lin Shih, your hair ... this white hair is not in line with your age ... why not shed three thousand troubles and become a dust of yourself ? "

He said, the old monk raised his palms and recited a Buddhist scripture--

Yin Yinding's three fruits are unknown,

Prosperous floating shadow ashamed into a poem ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ fall into a red dust dream for no reason,

Annoying three thousand troubles.

Lin Linxi was silent and completely convinced. At the same time, she vowed in her heart that she would never talk to an old monk again ...

Many eaten more food and drove outside. The four **** owls drove again. Ape Qingming, who had not spoken before, took out a bamboo flute and played a piece of "the original scenery of the hometown".

Under the faint flute sound, the mind that was originally set by Ding Hui reads a fire, and some irritable mood gradually calms down, restoring the original tranquility and peace.

Xi Diyin took his heart, as if flying to a field full of flowers in the suburbs, to a small river, to a quiet green valley, the white clouds on the sky seemed to miss the thought, and the soul seemed to be washed and became pure and transparent ...

The horse-drawn carriage ran all afternoon, and at night, it was difficult for everyone to hurry, and at the same time, the horses had to rest and set up a tent in a field by the road.

Lin Linxi put the mount goat outside to eat grass and leaves, but he meditated for one night.

The next day, the carriage continued on the road. On the road, I gradually saw some people-actually found fishermen in the lake, fishing-still snails, green water spirits, wooden monsters and other mobs here, ordinary. People live well.

I stopped the carriage and asked for information. Many learned that there was a gathering place near the place. It was two evolving forces, united with some pre-apocalyptic police security, fire brigade, and other forces.

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