I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

　　 At 3:30 in the morning, the bright moonlight illuminates the empty streets through the light gauze clouds.

　　 This city is just a small southern city that is not prosperous. After one o'clock in the morning, only the office buildings and commercial streets in the center will be sparsely illuminated and pedestrians. The rest of the city is quietly sleeping.

　　 The location of the road itself is remote enough, and it is close to the river, and the guardrail is missing several sections due to disrepair. Even in the daytime, there are few pedestrians, let alone it is not safe at night.

　　 Even strong adult men are unwilling to walk this way in the dark, even if they are not afraid of encountering some bad people, if they step on the air and fall, how can it make sense to roll all the way into the river?

　　 But under the moonlight, a tall, bumpy figure was reflected on the roadside.

　　 In fact, it is not accurate enough to describe this figure with its concavity and convexity, or the "degree" is far from deep enough.

　　 The bumps and bulges of this figure are perfect. The concept of "golden ratio" is reflected in almost every aspect of this figure's exquisite figure. Even the world's top model and this figure are probably only among the first.

　　Exquisitely good figure, proud long legs, this is undoubtedly the figure of a woman, under the bright moonlight, the white skin of the woman exposed outside her clothes glows like ivory.

She doesn't look very old, but she is in her early twenties, with a very fashionable makeup, bright eyes and red lips, a touch of crimson at the corners of her eyes, a bright red rope tied to her high bun, and her ears hanging down. Two long dark temples.

　　 She is wearing a black round spotted T-shirt from VEROMODA, most of her long snow-white legs are exposed under Bottega's leather shorts, and a pair of Bottega gabardine fabric dark brown sneakers are stepped on her feet.

　　 In such a dark and remote place, it is dangerous for a woman to walk alone at night, not to mention a girl with such a good figure that most models can be ashamed.

　　 Such a beauty walks alone on the dark road in cool clothes. It is possible that any man can't help but stretch out his hand to her in the dark.

However, Jiu De Mai is fearless, and she has never even considered the danger—no matter any of her hands, as long as she dares to reach her without permission, she will pull out the small sword on her waist like lightning, and cut it like water. Broken the wrists of both hands.

　　Darkness can't stop her sword, it will help her.

As a ninja who has undergone severe training, although Jiu De Mai cannot make seals and spit fireballs, she can at least turn the darkness into her loyal friend. If she hides in the shadows, she will become a deadly female **** of death. The matching of figure and fashionable clothing will often become the last beauty in the eyes of the target.

　　As a ninja, Jiu De Mai has endurance and execution power that ordinary people can't match. No matter what task she used in the past, she will complete it perfectly, and this time is no exception.

But compared to the previous missions, this is the most puzzled mission performed by Jiude Mai—her previous missions have also puzzled her, but they have never puzzled her as much as they are today. of.

　　 stretched out the long white fingers and pressed the headset lightly. After two busy sounds, a lazy woman's voice came to mind in the headset.

　　 "Hello? Long legs, have you arrived at the designated place?"

　　 The woman's voice was soft, waxy and lazy, and it was also vaguely mixed with the crisp chewing sound.

"I got to the potato chips," Jiude Mai moved her long legs and crouched into the dense green belt on the side of the road. The emerald green leaves of summer rubbed against the skin of her clothes, but only a very slight whispering sound was made, "I Hiding in the bushes on the side of the road with the'props'."

　　 The green belt here is the same as the railing, and it has been left unattended for a long time.

　　 But there is a huge difference between living plants and dead objects composed of inorganic substances. After a long period of waste, the railings decayed and aging, but the plants in the green belt were thriving and flourishing.

Although their ultimate destiny must be turned into decayed dust under the action of time, at least at this moment, the vibrant green belt and the old mottled railings are indeed as sharp as the red and green in the oil painting. .

Jiu De Mai took two steps in the green belt that she called "grass", her left hand stretched out slightly, and her fingertips touched the cold, hard iron: "The thing is next to me, and it's also in the grass. ."

　　 The "thing" in her mouth is an iron cage with a height of about one meter, three to four meters, and a length of one meter or more each.

In the iron cage, a slender figure resembling a gorilla crouched hard, his limbs and joints were bound by chains with a very professional technique, his face was wearing a special mask, as well as his eyes and mouth. Covered.

　　 The subtle moonlight shines on it through the gaps in the leaves of the green belt, and the hair is so dark and soft that it can reflect light.

"Now that I'm hiding, I will speak up. The target has just left the Internet cafe." Potato Chips Kazkaz chewed on the potato chips. "A piece of green belt can't cover the big guy. It depends on your words. be found."

　　 Although the woman called potato chips by Jiude Mai was not present, she was right. The savage green belt was already luxuriant enough, but the cage still showed a small section of the top.

　　 "Now? According to the mission information, it takes twelve to fifteen minutes for the target to get here from the Internet cafe. Isn't he just out of the bar? Why are you in such a hurry?"

　　 Jiu De Mai wondered.

"For the sake of safety!" Potato chips plausibly said, "Everything must be insured, what if he wants to run on a whim today? There are too few cameras in this city, and he will be out of my surveillance range if he walks two more. At that time, I will not be able to control his whereabouts in real time, of course I have to try my best to insure..."

"I'm pooh!" Jiu De Mai sipped, her tone unrestrained, "Strive for insurance? You are good to say, but you are not the one who speaks well. You command remotely and move your mouth to strive for insurance. In the end, it is not me who contributes? You? Do you know that my "Meditational Photo" has a sequence of 69 on the periodic table of the Words and Spirits, which is very expensive!"

"Don't come!" There was a voice from the potato chips that the puffed food bag was squeezed, "How many missions have I remotely assisted you? How much is your meditation consumption? Let me be clear! Quick talk, delay The boss’s big business, be careful, I put the responsibility on you!"

　　 "...Very good, girl, you are kind, wait to see me swell your ass!"

Jiu De Mai gritted her teeth and threatened, and the deep singing voice flowed from her throat. The language from her mouth was by no means any language that had appeared in human civilization. It was majestic, astringent, complicated and changed in tone. Very rich, this should be a language that communicates efficiently but is extremely difficult to learn.

In a short chant, Jiu De Mai, the cage next to her, and the creatures in the cage quickly transformed into pitch black. In just a few seconds, their figures were as pitch black as ink, and then the ink disappeared suddenly, as if dripping into it. A bit of ink in the water tank generally fades to invisible.

　　 Along with the pitch black, there are also the figure of Jiu De Mai, the cage and the creatures in it.

　　Yanling·Meditation can form a spherical area around itself, distorting the light in the area, creating an optical invisibility effect.

　　 After the release of Ming Zhao, Jiu De Mai stopped speaking, and even the breathing sound was gradually reduced under the special technique of the ninja.

　　Mingzhao is an optical invisibility and does not involve the aspect of sound concealment. Even if Mingzhao is released, her voice will be transmitted intact.

　　 Fortunately, she is a ninja, ninja has always been very accomplished in hiding and hiding, especially in lowering the voice.

　　 As for the "big guy" next to her, the chains, masks, and cages on her body are all specially made, and it won't make any noise when the restraints are not untied.

　　 Jiu De Mai adjusted his breath and stared at the end of the road intently.

　　 About twelve or three minutes later, a vague figure emerged from the end of the road, walking in the direction of Jiude Mai.

　　 After another three or four minutes, the figure gradually walked in and became clear. With her excellent strength, Jiu De Mai could barely see the figure's face with a distance of about 150 meters.

It was a very young and immature face. It looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. His shoulders were slightly dropped, his back was slightly bent, and his feet were a bit procrastinated. The stride was too small, but he moved quickly and was unusually stable. .

　　, on the whole, gives people the feeling of a student with little ambition and spirit, but in Jiu De Mai, he vaguely felt a kind of detached mood in the depressed young man.

　　 A person she had met before gave her a similar feeling. That was when her ninjutsu master took her to visit an old Taoist priest in China.

　　 The old Taoist priest was a recluse, and his reclusive place was an unnamed hill only two to three hundred kilometers away from this small town.

She followed her master up the mountain, and walked around the rugged mountain road for a long time in the mountain forest where she was about to become a master. Just when she, the ninja who was about to become a master, was about to be confused, she and master finally climbed to the top of the mountain. I saw a small courtyard surrounded by a wall of soil, and two pitted wooden gates in the mountains.

　　 In the courtyard is a small house made of adobe bricks, and a simple temple made of adobe. In the temple are immortal tablets hand-carved with irregular wooden boards. The small altar table in front of the tablets is covered with two cheap chemical fiber non-woven red fabrics.

　　 When she and the master arrived, the old Taoist priest was chopping wood, his complexion was ruddy, his face was wrinkled, his gray beard drooped more than a foot long, and the old Taoist swayed with his axe.

　　 There was an old tree in the yard that she could not recognize, and an old yellow dog with a bald head was tied to the old tree.

　　 Everything in this small yard is full of shabby and rudimentary. Even the robes of the old Taoist priests are covered with patches. Although they are all cloths of the same color, the stitch marks of the patches are still obvious.

In this small yard that was so simple that the ancients would shake their heads and call it miserable, her ninjutsu was called the best in Japan, and the master knelt down in front of the old Taoist priest, took her to say hello respectfully, and then stood up for the old Taoist humbly. After cutting the firewood, I went to the distant river to pick up seven buckets of water and came back.

　　 Jiu De Mai waited boringly beside him, completely unable to see what was special about this old Taoist priest, who deserved his master's respect.

　　 She felt that the old yellow dog, which was tied to a tree in the distance, looked too old to live long, but its eyes were very human and smart, and even gave her the feeling of facing a person.

　　 In the evening, the master got up and walked to the adobe temple with the old Taoist priest. She followed indifferently and watched the old Taoist fetch a bundle of incense from nowhere, and one by one offered incense to the gods in the temple.

　　 The moment the old Taoist inserted the first three-pillar incense into the crock used as the incense burner, the old and inexperienced old Taoist in Jiu De Mai's eyes suddenly seemed to have changed his person, and his every move was full of solemn charm.

　　 As if there really were gods descending on him at that moment, he gave incense to several other gods one by one.

The old yellow dog tied to the tree sat motionless on the ground. In Jiu De Mai’s eyes, the leaves of the old tree in the courtyard rustled by the wind seemed to suddenly calm down, and the adobe temple seemed to be covered with a layer of gold. The clouds lifted underneath!

Every time the old Taoist respected incense, the solemn and majestic charm of her body increased once. After several times of respecting incense, she seemed to no longer be a pale-faced old man, but a majestic and majestic atmosphere between her actions. Gods!

After the old Taoist worshipped the last three incense sticks, the charm and prestige on his body were gone. In the eyes of Jiu De Mai, he was still the ordinary white-bearded old Tao. The leaves of the old tree were still rustling, and the old yellow dog by the tree was long gone. Lie down and fall asleep.

　　Everything seemed to be an illusion of Jiu De Mai. She even wondered if the old Taoist priest had secretly medicine in the water she and her master drank.

　　 Jiu De Mai has never been there again after leaving, but the godlike weather and majesty have made her unforgettable for a long time.

　　 The intensive dragging of footsteps made Jiu De Mai regain her senses, and the boy had reached a place only a hundred and eighty meters away in front of her.

At the moment when I saw the teenager, Jiu De Mai was immersed in the memories for a short time. Although the sense of detachment given by the teenager and the dignity of the old Taoist were not intuitively similar, she felt that the difference was inexplicably different. The persons may be the same thing in nature.

　　 But after all, this is just her "feeling", she herself doesn't quite believe it, and it won't affect her at all.

Hidden in the realm of underworld photos, Jiu De Mai focused on the face of the teenager. With her eyesight, one hundred and eighty meters is no different from the 12 meters in the eyes of ordinary people. She can clearly see Lu Mingfei. s face.

　　 Unlike before, I could barely tell that the face was so green, Jiu De Mai could see the details on the boy's face clearly.

　　Slightly fair skin, slightly drooping outer corners of the eyes, fairly straight nose, and not thin or thick, but the lip shape is not very good-looking lips.

　　 Such a face is not a handsome man in the eyes of the well-informed Jiu De Mai, at least it can bear a "good-looking".

　　 But Jiu De Mai doesn't care whether this boy is good-looking or not. After seeing the photos in the mission profile, she has determined that this boy is her mission target—Lu Mingfei.

　　 Jiu De Mai's slender arm passed through the gap between the iron cage railings, and gently pressed on the mask of the "big guy", and then pressed down a certain protrusion, the eyes of the mask opened silently.

With the change of the mask, the blinded eyes of the "big guy" were liberated. Through the small gaps opened in the mask, a pair of hot eyes but with snake-like creatures' cold and vertical pupils reflected in the moonlight. Golden cold light.

　　 was walking on the road, frowning because of the information he found a few hours ago. Lu Mingfei, who was lost in thought, suddenly raised his head and looked at a green belt tens of meters ahead.

　　 Don't know why, he just had a strange feeling that there were eyes staring at him.

　　 People’s thinking and courage are very wonderful things. Sometimes a person’s sudden and inexplicable idea will have a very big impact on them.

　　For example, when walking at night, as long as you don’t think about the weird things on the road, focus on the road and some business affairs, even if you play with your phone for a while to distract your thinking, people will not feel that the night is scary.

But once the idea of ​​"Is there eyes looking at me behind me/corner/bush, or is there something hiding there?", even if I immediately turn on the game on my phone to remedy it, my brain will still subconsciously fantasize in those places. "Eyes" or something, and then I feel more and more weird in the surrounding environment, UU reading www. uukanshu.com scared himself to death in the end.

This is the situation of Lu Mingfei at this moment. Together with the idea of ​​"there are eyes in the green belt", Lu Mingfei feels that there are eyes in the green belt more and more, even if he knows it is impossible intellectually, even if he has mana yesterday. , But thinking, or imagination, is really not something that can be controlled by control.

　　 Even though this road has been walked more than once at night, Lu Mingfei still couldn't help but flutter with his thoughts.

　　 Lu Mingfei's hair on his body suddenly rose, and his steps slowed subconsciously, but this was the nearest way home, he had already walked more than half of it, and he couldn't turn back and change his way now.

　　 Anyway, it's a psychological effect, and it's okay if you walk over it quickly.

　　 With this mentality, Lu Mingfei quickened his pace and walked forward, unable to help but stare at the green belt as he walked.

　　 Just when Lu Mingfei was less than a dozen meters away from the green belt, in his line of sight, two golden lights suddenly lit up in the green belt.

　　 The next moment, those two golden lights swayed up and down and rushed towards him. Behind the golden lights was a body that resembled a human nature, reflecting light on the surface, and rushing on all fours!

　　 The monster with golden eye pupils is extremely fast, accelerating from a standstill at a distance of more than ten meters, and in less than two seconds, it rushes in front of Lu Mingfei, and a sharp claw with a nail that is ten centimeters long rises high!

Suddenly, an imaginary monster really popped out of his sight, and he rushed to the front door. At that moment, Lu Mingfei didn't react at all, watching the monster rush in front of him, raising his paws, and the dull dark pupils suddenly Shine bright golden light, majestic and full!

　　 Lu Mingfei's left arm swung subconsciously, and the mana in the ancestral aperture flowed to the arm as he pleased, and the swung arm turned into a whistling phantom in an instant!