Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Wuming hummed a song, wiping his sword against his spine, and dodged the attack of the coprophag. The long sword picked lightly, cutting off the man's calf muscles, causing him to roll and fall into the distance.

The sky was getting brighter again, and Wuming didn't know how long he spent here with Coprophagia, and he didn't bother to count the time.

Fighting, fighting without sleep and food, will make you lose track of time.

This is the twenty-second death of the coprophag.

Wuming did not choose to use his overwhelming strength to crush the coprophags with one blow. Instead, he restrained the flames on his body and simply fought with the coprophags with a sword and a shield, and occasionally fists and kicks. Each battle would last for a long time before the coprophags were killed.

Sitting on the nameless shoulder armor was a strange creature with two eyes and a mouth, sewn onto an egg-shaped object, which was a simulated teardrop.

Mimic Teardrop said:

I don't understand, why not kill him quickly? His number of blessings and resurrections should be limited, shouldn't he be consumed by quick kills?

Limited? Wuming said, It should be limited, so how many times specifically? A hundred times? A thousand times? Or a million times?

Wuming said: I don't know, so I have to fight in the most economical way.

But fighting like this, overall you will consume more power, right? said the clone teardrop. Concentrating your power on one point and killing him directly should consume less energy than fighting him for half a day. .”

That may be true, but have you calculated the mental loss? Wuming said.

Spirit? The imitation teardrop stretched out a hand from the egg and scratched the top of the eggshell.

You can also say willpower, the motivation to persevere. Wuming said.

If you kill him instantly with one blow, it should frustrate his spirit even more, and your mental loss will be less, right? said the clone teardrop.

For ordinary people, being killed instantly will be very frustrating. Wuming said, But this man is obviously not an ordinary person. Killing him too quickly will only make it difficult for him to realize what happened. He is too slow and may It's too sensitive...

Wuming dodged and stretched his legs, tripping up the oncoming feces-eater, and continued: And my spirit is not maintained by killing enemies instantly. Do you know how to make people want to stop fighting and keep fighting?

Constant victory? Replica Teardrop replied.

No, it's a battle with intensity, but not particularly strong. Wuming said, With a little hope, it won't let you pick the fruits of victory easily. This way it won't be too boring, and it won't be so difficult that it makes you feel uncomfortable. Despair arises in people's hearts. At the appropriate difficulty level, people will focus entirely on the goal at hand, exert their greatest energy, and fight longer.

Wuming concluded: If you want to maintain your own spirit, you have to be relaxed but not too relaxed. Not only will I have to consume more power to kill him instantly, but I will also be bored waiting for him to resurrect - that will aggravate my mental wear and tear.

Mimic Teardrop thought about Wuming's words: So that's it... But you are still relaxed now, won't you be bored?

So I'm chatting with you. Wuming said. He walked towards the coprophag and punched him in the stomach. After the coprophag vomited out the last bit of food residue, he broke his neck. .

How many times? Wuming asked the imitation teardrop.

Twenty-three times. Replied Teardrop, When will it end...

What's the rush? Let's fight him two hundred and eighty-eight times first. Wuming kicked the copro-eater aside and waited for him to be resurrected again.

While waiting for the coprophag to be resurrected, Wuming said to the clone Teardrop:

Fight with him and you'll get shit all over your body. You can help me cover it up later to create a sealed environment to cover up the filth and smell.

No, said the mock teardrop, Why should I use my body to block your shit? I'm like a little white rabbit whose butt was wiped by a bear.

Choose between having your butt wiped by a bear or having your body wiped by me. Wuming took off his gauntlet, revealing a hand as skinny as a chicken, constantly shedding ashes, and covered with a layer of invisible flames.

The imitation teardrop was silent for a moment, then suddenly his eyes widened in anger, tears of blood flowed out, and he burst into tears.

In the distance, the coprophag's neck returned to normal under the influence of an invisible force, and he climbed up again.

But this time, he didn't rush towards Wuming again.

Why did you stop? Wuming said, No more fighting?

After vomiting out all the contents in his stomach, the coprophagic man seemed to have calmed down a bit. He took a deep look at Wuming:

Why do you reject this blessing from the curse? You obviously don't resist the curse.

If necessary, I do have to accept the temporary curse. Wuming said, I don't see the need now, why should I accept it?

This is a blessing! said the dung-eater.

Fuck you. Wuming took out a rune, This is a blessing. When will the rune content of your curse exceed that of my rare rune, then you will talk to me about blessings.

The dung-eater became excited: That is just the remaining filth of the golden people, but the blessing of the curse can grow. Hundreds of curses came into being, thousands of children of the curse came to the world, and then, hundreds of curses came into being. There are countless plans, and the cursed descendants multiply endlessly... From them, a few more existences like me are born - endlessly killing, defiling, and sending down blessings.

The coprophag's face was flushed with excitement, and his white eyes were bloodshot.

After hearing those remarks that could scare the golden people to tears, Wuming shook his finger proudly:

Growth? Do you think my runes can't grow?

Hearing what Wuming said, the copro-eater was stunned:

Your blessing will also grow? What blessing is it?

Wuming held the round eyeball-like rune in his hands and looked at the copro-eater through the crystal vitreous body of the eyeball filled with blessings:

I use one thousand runes to hire an immortal, let the immortal work for me, and create two thousand runes of goods for me. Then I use two thousand runes to hire two immortals, and they give me four thousand runes of goods. .”

Wuming stuffed the runes into his mouth, spread his arms, and shouted fervently like a preacher:

Hundreds of employees worked for me and contributed hundreds of thousands of runes. After that, tens of thousands of golden people came to the world, and hundreds of millions of runes continued to enter my pocket! Endless growth , squeeze, and earn runes.”

Wuming's speech was so shocking that the man was speechless for a moment. After a long while, he slowly spoke:

That's it, I understand. No wonder you refused that invincible blessing. Your path...is exactly the same as mine. You are me, and I am a copro-eater.

Wuming was not happy anymore: You can't beat this guy holding up a cesspit and want to die with me, right? I don't like your mouth - I like eating runes, high energy, chicken flavor, crunchy and crunchy.

Yes, you are a copro-eater. You are very fond of the relics of the golden people. You are willing to eat food that I find disgusting. That's great. I understand! The coprophag became even more crazy.

What's wrong with him? Wuming tilted his head and asked the clone Teardrop.

You must have shit in your head. Imitated Teardrop guessed.

It's so pitiful. Wuming pity, It's so pitiful that I can't bear to kill him anymore.

Wuming said, preparing to turn around and leave.

Just as he turned around, Wuming thought of something, tapped his toes, and turned back smoothly:

Let me ask you something. Wuming said, Have you seen anyone wearing a sun badge around here? Wearing full body armor.

Are you also looking for the sun? said the Coprophagian.

I am a believer in the sun. Wuming said.

You are indeed a coprophag! The coprophag pointed at Wuming excitedly, Like me, you are also pursuing the existence that looks like a magic ring!

Huh? Wuming looked at the dung-eater in confusion.

As if to prove something, the dung-eater ran to the dung pile again.

He reached into the golden goo and pulled out a necklace.

The necklace was made of a rusty, rough iron chain and was very old.

The pendant on the necklace is round and pie-shaped, with zigzag shapes on the edges illuminated by the sun's rays, and a face in the middle.

It looks like a huge sun badge.

The dung-eater used another force and pulled out the badge, bringing out a dirty, rusty heavy armor.

The surface of the heavy armor is inlaid with many severed horns that look like the body of the Son of Omen.

When Wuming saw the sun badge, he was already stunned. When he saw the armor again, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning and remained motionless.

He was somewhat impressed by this armor.

That was the appearance he extracted from his memory when he recruited the current cook, the gangster, in the Lake District.

That terrifying existence that was kept secret by gangsters.

The dung-eater put the armor on his body, dressed neatly, and buckled on the special-shaped spherical helmet covered with ominous broken horns.

Wuming took a few steps back and shook his head as if it was difficult to accept the reality: No, no... What do you think of the Son of Omen?

I am the son of ill omens. The Coprophagian replied, See! This is what I really look like! He shouted excitedly: Can you recognize me now? Can you understand now - You are me—

The thick thunderbolt directly penetrated the feces-eater's stomach, melting half of his body and the sun badge covering his chest. It was so powerful that it far exceeded any moves Wuming had used in the past few days to fight him. Even more powerful than when he killed God Skin.

Wuming, who had just said that he couldn't bear to kill him, unleashed unprecedented power and killed the copro-eater without any expression on his face:

What grade is the same as what I use.

Why are you using your strength now? The imitation teardrop looked sideways.

Wuming's eyes were fierce: Do you really think I can't deal with something that can be resurrected infinitely? If he gets up again, I will take him back and build a water tanker and a barbecue stall.

But this time the excited coprophag showed no signs of resurrecting, and the golden blessings on his body were dissipating rather than condensing.

He fell to the ground, crawled slowly towards Wuming, smiled maniacally, coughed up the blood that spilled from his mouth, and spoke indistinctly:

Come on, come to me in the royal city...let me taint you, or be tainted by you, and let us pass on the blessing...

The coprophag's body begins to disappear, not dissipate or decompose, but gradually becomes transparent and then disappears in place.

Wuming looked at this scene, which looked familiar.

In the Madhuo Village before, the Madhuo knight also disappeared like this.

It's like existing in the cracks of time, being pulled back to your own time and space.

Wuming thought for a while and shook his head:

Forget it, it's been delayed long enough. It's so annoying to go all the way in vain.

What made Wuming the most irritated was that he was traveling in vain, but that he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

Going back. Wuming said.

I've found nothing. said the mocking teardrop.

It's not like I found nothing. Wuming said, At least I met the copro-eater.

Is that person considered a gain? said the clone teardrop.

Wuming touched his chin: He seems to know a lot about music. I've always wanted to form a song and dance troupe. Maybe I can ask him to be the lead singer... We'll discuss this later. It's time to go back.

Wuming rolled in the dirt a few times to rub the dirt off his body. He lit fire on his body and burned the dirt and dirt into residue. He shook his body and left.

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In the temporary camp where the coffins were abandoned, Ami sat on a coffin with one foot on the coffin and the other dangling in the air, listening to Melina's lecture boredly.

Ami yawned and rubbed the tears from her eyes.

A stone hit her on the head, knocking her down onto the coffin board.

Listen carefully! Melina taught Ami.

But it's so boring. Ami said, Now you are talking about the code of conduct and ethics of witches. When are you going to teach me how to transform Rune?

If you don't learn these, I will never teach you. Melina glared at Ami, This is a dangerous technology. To give power to others, you need to adhere to strict norms, otherwise it will cause abuse of power - this is what my mother told me mine.

Okay, okay... Ami responded helplessly to Melina, muttering in a low voice, Mom, baby girl...

After verbally agreeing, she would naturally not be willing to learn humbly. Ami turned her head, tilted her body, and climbed to the edge of the coffin cart to look down:

What are you doing here to join in the fun?

The coffin cart looked down at a silver round target.

That's Yura's iron hat.

Yura leaned under the coffin and looked around warily.

Hearing Ami's question, Yura did not raise his head, still looking around, and replied at the same time:

I'm protecting you.

A Mei grinned and sneered: That's very nice. You must be waiting for your mistress.

That's one thing. It's very dangerous for you to be targeted by her. Yura replied, Also, it's not a concubine. She is just my former companion.

Liar. Ami lay on the coffin, supporting her chin with both hands, raising her slender and healthy calves and folding them on her thighs. Are you so interested in me, my companion? Do you like her?

Hurry up and listen to the class! Melina was furious below.

You should come and listen. Ami closed her eyes and said loudly, Maybe you should also come and learn how a man thinks.

Melina was stunned, silent for a moment, and then actually stepped forward.

Yura was also stopped by Ami's question. He hesitated for a long time before saying:

I just care about her.

Is she beautiful? Ami started to gossip, What does she look like? Let me ask you what type of men you like.

It's okay. Yura said, But she never speaks. She is too silent. No one knows what she is thinking.

You are companions, but you never talk. Ami concluded, Do men like women who never talk to them?

When you get along day and night, you will always care about the other person. Yura said, This is a habit and a natural trend. And she doesn't speak, which makes people even more concerned. What kind of thoughts are flowing under her silent face? Move, no one knows this.”

Melina thought thoughtfully: Get along day and night, but don't talk...I understand.

Yura said: In the past, I thought silence was also a good thing. When we were together, we never needed to find topics or extra words. Language seemed unimportant to us, and that didn't matter. We have a tacit understanding. Even though she never speaks, I can feel her pride and honor, and her beautiful will can be felt from her moves.

Yura's tone became lowered: Unfortunately, this also made me ignore her silent thoughts. It wasn't until she became Blood Finger that I noticed her changes and realized this - I didn't understand her.

Didn't you say you wanted to wake her up for her stupidity? Ami smiled, You don't understand, but you want to wake her up? Doesn't it seem like you are a bit wishful thinking...

Amei was smiling, but suddenly she fell silent, lowered her head, and her six ponytails hung down, covering her face.

Yura also fell silent: Maybe that's the case... But I can't see her being tainted by the cursed blood like this. Or at least... I want to ask her what she is thinking.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Ami originally chatted with Yura to escape from the irritating classroom. Now it was so heavy. She rolled her eyes and changed the topic:

Why doesn't that guy come? She harassed me very frequently before. It seems like she hasn't appeared for a long time this time. Are you scared?

Eleonora is a proud warrior. Yura said, No matter what enemy she encounters, she will maintain a sense of honor and fight with all her strength.

No one is here, and they are still fighting with all their strength. A Mei disagreed. I think they are bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. They don't dare to come over when there are many people.

No, she was once a skilled hunter. Even if she encounters a group of dragons, she will find a way to complete the hunt. Yula said, Maybe she is waiting for the opportunity - for hunters, waiting patiently is also As part of the hunt, quietly waiting for the opportunity is the expression of her fighting with all her strength.

You really make excuses for her. A Mei said.

Yura said: Don't stay too far away, she must be looking for an opportunity for you to be alone.

Don't worry, I won't run around until I learn the power of a witch. Ami sat up, Okay, let's come to class.

Melina was about to give a lecture to Ami when suddenly a loud roar resounded through the sky.

Everyone in the caravan raised their heads in unison.

In mid-air, a flying dragon was rolling in mid-air, roaring with breath, and smashed towards the caravan.

One of its eyes has a long, blood-red double-headed sword stuck in it.

Pure Purple Blood Finger Eleonora grabbed the double-headed sword, hung it on the flying dragon, and flew to the merchant's camp.

Yura's pupils suddenly shrank, and he rushed to the camp and shouted:

Dragon! A dragon is coming.

Yura looked at the flying dragon that crashed down like a meteorite, and looked at Eleonora ferociously.

He made a mistake. Eleonora was not waiting for Ami to be alone, but was looking for a way to directly attack the caravan.

Fortunately, I didn’t write too much yesterday because I was ganked by the reviewer. He is indeed a copro-eater, a ruthless person who rubs runes with his hands, and is the embodiment of the old villain’s bad taste. He actually attacked me directly. I gave him such a strong expression in vain.