Golden Summoner.

Just when Xia Ping'an's eyes shifted to the Holy Master's Hall, he saw Cang Jie enter the Holy Master's Hall calmly and put a volume of "Medicine Association" on the bookshelf.

Those books are Cangjie’s records of the experiences, achievements and contributions of all the Jiezhu he fused, and put them here one by one. They look like biographies of historical books, but they are not all of them.

The complete book includes one "The Analects of Confucius", one "Shen Nong Baicao Jing", two "Bian Que Internal Classics", "Bian Que External Classics", and one "Da Yu Shui Jing".

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There are other scattered books and articles of different categories, such as Yan Ying's interpretation of dreams, Tian Guang's discussion of bravery, Cheng Men's Lixue and other stories, and the wool invented in the boundary bead that Xia Ping'an summoned Fengyun cavalry The method of making cloth, the casting of stirrups, etc., are all arranged on the shelves according to different categories.

If he fused more Realm Beads and became more characters, the collection of books in the Saint Master Hall would be richer.

Xia Ping'an saw Confucius' students teaching the peasants and soldiers he summoned to learn calligraphy in the Saint Master's Hall.

Could this Saint Master Hall allow those summoned from the secret mandala to learn new skills? It's interesting, interesting, and there really is no one to teach...

Mind retreated from the Saint Master Hall, Xia Pingan laughed, grabbed Wang Zhaojun's warm hand, gently pulled Wang Zhaojun over, sat on his lap, and took a deep breath between Wang Zhaojun's fragrant hair. Tone, "You can learn whatever you want. If you have nothing to do in the future, just chat with me, talk, play the pipa and sing..."

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With a wave of his hand, Wang Zhaojun returned to the secret mandala.

Xia Ping'an is in a good mood. This beauty, Jiezhu, is indeed the benefit of the summoner. A beauty like Wang Zhaojun, when he is troubled, summons Wang Zhaojun, chats, plays and sings a song, it is simply a celebrity's private concert It will be the same, this treatment is enjoyed by the emperor.

After sending Wang Zhaojun away, Xia Pingan began to prepare for the clone secret method.

He recalled the assassin and Xuanwu in the secret room back to the secret mandala, then took out a dagger and began to arrange the soul power protection barrier in the secret room.

There are similarities and differences between the state of the avatar secret method and the fusion of the world beads. When the fusion of the world beads, the body has no perception and action ability at all, but in the state of the avatar secret method, the soul power barrier can protect the body. His current body will not be taken away by others, and at the same time, even in the clone state, his spirit body can sense the abnormality of the environment in which the deity's body is located to a certain extent, and can return to this body at the fastest speed Among them, this is a necessary preparation for the clone secret method.

Because it may take a long time to complete the avatar secret technique this time, even if the summoned Xuanwu and Assassins stay, their plane arrival time will be consumed quickly, so Xia Pingan directly summoned Xuanwu and Assassins back.

Under the blessing of the secret method, Xia Pingan pinched the finger with one hand, and the dagger in the other hand was shining. Xia Pingan surrounded himself with the dagger, and drew five circles around himself. With the blessing of soul power and secret method, once drawn with a dagger, it becomes five circles of thin light circles exuding faint brilliance, covering Xia Ping'an's body. This is the barrier of protection of soul power!

After the formation of the barrier was completed, Xia Pingan put away the dagger, and according to the requirements of the avatar secret method, formed a Shenji handprint with both hands, gradually closed his eyes, and slowed down his breathing. After a while, Xia Ping'an's body entered the In the realm of fetal breathing and spiritual stillness, in this realm, his body's time seemed to be frozen. His heart beat only once in a few minutes, and his breathing was as thin as a gossamer. In this state, his body can remain in this state for more than ten years without any problems.

After completing the body's fetal breathing and spiritual silence, the preparations for the avatar secret method in this world were completed, and Xia Ping'an's spirit body entered the spirit world temple, passed the arch, and returned to the fortress.

Elder Mu was waiting for Xia Ping'an in the fortress. He had been waiting for several days, and he even became a little anxious.

The last time Xia Ping'an left the fortress, he said that he would go back to the material world to complete the preparations for the secret method of avatars, but he didn't expect that it would take several days to leave.

"Your Majesty, are you all right?"

"It's okay, I encountered a little accident and delayed time!"

"It's fine!" Elder Mu nodded, and looked up at the sky full of spiritual bodies and stars, "The body of the clone is not easy to find, and it may take a long time to find a suitable target. Your Majesty can start now." ..."

"Yeah!" Xia Pingan nodded, looked up at the sky full of stars, the next second, Xia Pingan flew up into the void, his whole body gradually became transparent until the whole body The human body completely disappears and merges into the azure world of the spirit world...

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Xia Pingan is using the secret method of the avatar technique to look for those dead people whose star spirits dissipate in their sleep. When those people die in their sleep, the star spirits in the sky will turn into meteors and come from the sky. in a flash.

In order to become Xia Ping'an's clone after dying in sleep for no more than six hours, that body must be the same as Xia Ping's spiritual body, human and positive, to be used.

Although there have been catastrophes and disasters, there are still billions of people on the earth. Among these billions, people die every day, but those who die in their sleep are actually not many. When people die, it is because of accidents, various diseases, pains and other tortures.

There are some elderly people who will leave peacefully in their sleep and turn into shooting stars in the sky of the spirit world to bid a final farewell to this world. It's useless.

Therefore, the best avatar should not be too old, and then die in sleep. Such an avatar is actually not easy to find.

For more than ten days, Xia Pingan used the secret method to sense dozens of people who left this world peacefully in their sleep. Most of those people were elderly people, and there was a young woman who stayed Xia Ping'an's body was also unavailable.

Until the No. 16 day when Xia Ping'an entered the spirit world this time, in the sky of a certain place, a meteor flew across the sky...

Xia Pingan is like a person waiting for a discount in a specialty store, and finally sensed a person who left this world in his sleep, a man in his 30s, physically usable...

Earth, I'm back!

Chapter 464 Returning to Earth

The blood moon had just ended, and a lonely rusty iron tower stood in the middle of the city. The sky in the background of the iron tower was the billowing smoke in the city that hadn't completely dissipated.

The worn-out tires are piled up and ignited. The effect is the same as that of ancient wolf smoke.

Paris at the moment is a city that is difficult to describe in simple words. Since the "September [-] bloody incident" two years ago, the largest city in Europe has embarked on the road of autonomy and has become full of "revolutionary breath". ".

All government agencies in the city have been evacuated and will never return. It is extremely dangerous to appear in the city or around the city wearing government military and police uniforms and claiming to be a government official. Such people are generally difficult to live more than 24 hours.

Paris citizens who were abandoned in the disaster before, all kinds of strange organizations, prison escapees, gangsters, foreign snobbery, and some capable summoners have completely taken over the city, and they are extremely hostile to flee to the city during the disaster. Doomsday bunker and the government that caused thousands of civilian casualties.

The surviving Parisians described the tragedy as a massacre by cowardly and shameless politicians who were stuck in the road in order to escape.

The wreckage of armored vehicles left on the street is still telling the story of that tragedy.

Those who survived the chaos and the Holy Spirit spent two years gradually establishing their own order in this city.

Paris' airport, a year ago, has been reopened.

The terrifying space invasion came to an abrupt end. Although the monsters have not been cleaned up, the evil and dark forces are still ready to move, and even more rampant in some places, but after the disaster, the human countries still have a short respite and recovery time .

After all, as long as people live, they must live.

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On the southwest side of the tower, near the Seine River and the outskirts of the city, is a large civilian area in the city. When the first ray of sunlight in the morning hits the pointed church roofs in the civilian area, although there are still The black smoke did not dissipate, but the entire civilian area gradually became lively.

All kinds of hustle and bustle sounds and the atmosphere of the market began to surge in the civilian area.

Countless people living in this city are busy with life and survival.

The two fat pigs that were driven to the street by the butcher made the narrow streets of the civilian area run wild, aroused a lot of scolding, and brought a group of envious eyes.

Due to the lack of energy and various living materials, the whole of Paris, to a certain extent, seems to have returned to what it was 200 years ago. The streets in the civilian areas are full of sewage, and the streets in the city can still run. There are few cars, the small traders who do business all carry guns on their backs, and the butchers who drive pigs hold submachine guns in their hands. Everything is full of magic.

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The butcher and the fat pig walked through a place called Rose Street, and passed a small cheap hotel called The Old Man and the Sea. At this moment, at the end of the corridor on the second floor of this small hotel, the hotel owner Garcia was speaking rudely with fat words. With his hand, he knocked on the door of the room with the bronze plate No. 206 hanging, and yelled loudly in half-baked Chinese.

The poor door was groaning in pain under the innkeeper's vigorous knocking, as if it was going to be torn apart at any moment.

The innkeeper didn't feel bad at all. His patience had long since run out. His cry echoed throughout the small inn, and even people on the street outside heard it.

"Mr. Luo, I know you are in the room. You said that after the blood moon is over, you will have to pay the past month's rent. I have given you a week of grace. This is the greatest kindness for you as an artist. ..."

No matter what the innkeeper called outside, there was no answer inside. After knocking on the door for a while, he was probably afraid that the poor door would really fall down and it would not be worthwhile for him to spend a fortune on repairs. The innkeeper Garcia gasped heavily. In a fit of anger, he finally stopped torturing that door.

"Tomorrow, I'll give you one more day. If you can't pay the rent after tomorrow, I'll call the security team. If you are thrown into the collective farm, then I won't care about your dignity... "

After saying these words, the fat innkeeper finally left the door of Room 206 muttering. The old floor was creaked by the boss.

It seemed that the noise outside finally woke up the people in the room. At this moment, the people in that room woke up faintly from the floor and opened their eyes.

Xia Pingan looked at everything in front of him, and his head was temporarily blank. His last memory was still in the last image left in front of his eyes by the avatar secret technique...

On the floor next to him, there was an overturned chair, a broken rope, two empty wine bottles, and a bottle of AM medicine.

Xia Pingan looked up and saw another length of rope hanging from the beam.

The chair on the ground, the half-cut rope hanging from the beam, a burst of chaotic memories rushed into Xia Ping'an's mind.

In this memory, Xia Pingan saw that he drank a lot of wine, poured some medicine in his mouth indiscriminately, then walked up to the chair numbly, put his neck in the hanging rope, and then jumped ashore like a The salted fish stepped on the chair and began to struggle painfully and suffocatingly on the rope.

The rope snapped, and he fell off the chair, hitting his head hard on the ground.

The owner of this body, named Luo An, is a Chinese student studying abroad in Paris, studying painting.

A painter, when the troubled times come, is the most difficult group to survive. Everyone can't even save their lives, and their stomachs are still hungry. Who cares about painting?

The feeling from the neck was very uncomfortable. Xia Pingan touched his neck and found that there was a burning mark just under the jaw, near the Adam's apple.

In Xia Pingan's eyes, this body is really weak. A person who is not even a summoner, his physical strength, in Xia Ping's eyes, is like an ant. This body is still slowly adapting to breaking into the body. The powerful spirit among them.

In addition to the hotness on the neck, the musculoskeletal meridians of this body are also slowly changing. This process of adaptation means that this body will gradually and slowly experience a terrifying and long process of divine power empowerment and cutting down the body. , This process will take about half a month to a month - because of Xia Ping'an's powerful spirit body, he can slowly create and cultivate a powerful body.

In just a moment, with the changes in his body, Xia Pingan felt the burning sensation on his neck become more acute, which was a sign that the perception of the nerve endings in his body was increasing.

Xia Pingan struggled to get up, stumbled to the mirror in the same room, and couldn't wait to see what he looked like in the mirror.

The person in the mirror turned out to be a completely unfamiliar Chinese face.

It was a Chinese man, wearing a white shirt, with some messy black hair, melancholic and somewhat dazed black eyes, a straight nose, about 30 years old, with clear lines on his face, and even a little handsome .

It's just that the face of the person in the mirror is sickly pale, as if he hasn't seen the sun for many days, and his body is not considered strong, showing the frailty of a scholar.

The dark red strangle mark was on his neck, very dazzling.

Looking at the man in the mirror, Xia Pingan touched his face.He showed a smile, "Don't worry, this body will be handed over to me in the future, and it won't be ruined like you..."

Looking at the face in the mirror, Xia Pingan felt that the scene was a bit funny, but he couldn't laugh.

The tearing pain in his head suddenly appeared, and the pain was still increasing. Xia Pingan hugged his head and groaned in pain. His body shook twice, and in the tearing pain in his head, more The memories flooded into Xia Ping'an's head.

This is an inevitable process of the avatar technique, and it is a little uncomfortable. His spirit body is gradually adapting to this body, and at the same time, he will also "browse" some memories of this body.

A woman's face suddenly appeared in Xia Pingan's head, oh, my dear Olivia...

This is not suicide, it is tragic, hopeless and pitiful... Sacrificing love, the lover is married, and the groom is not me. Since I can't be with my true love for the rest of my life, then let me use my life to make you remember forever...

Xia Pingan looked at the pale and weak face in the mirror, gasped heavily, clutched the table in front of him with both hands, his knuckles were a little white, and after seven or eight minutes, the tearing voice came from his brain. The pain gradually decreased, and eased up a little bit.

Xia Pingan raised his eyes and scanned the room, looking for some wound medicine, but unfortunately, the room was empty, this small hotel is too simple, everything is almost clear at a glance, a bed, a desk, a A wardrobe, a chair, that's all the furnishings in the room.

Moreover, in Roan's memory, he didn't have the money to buy expensive wound medicine as a backup. In the city of Paris at this moment, medicine is more expensive than imagined.

Although Luo An is poor, he loves cleanliness. He is probably an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. Even if he is going to hang himself, everything in the room is neatly packed. The bedding on the bed is folded meticulously without any wrinkles. The red oak desk was spotless, and the books, pens, ink, and paper were all arranged in a straight line, and a mobile phone with a broken screen was neatly placed on the desk, in line with the books.

There is a piece of paper on the desk, and a pendant is pressed on the paper.

Xia Pingan walked to the desk and picked up the silver enamel pendant. The pendant could be opened, and inside was a one-inch profile photo of Olivia's head. In the photo, Olivia was a foreign Beauty, Olivia stood in front of the Eiffel Tower, wearing a peaked cap on her head and a long blue dress, her face was a little baby fat, but her facial features were very beautiful.

On the piece of paper pressed under the pendant was Roan's last love poem to Olivia in French.

As a painter, Roan can write beautiful Gertling calligraphy, which is pleasing to the eye.

The love poem is as follows——

What can I do to keep you.

I offer you poor streets, hopeless sunsets, blood moons in run-down towns.

I offer you the sorrow of a man who looks long and long at the lonely moon.

I give you my dead ancestors whose ghosts are honored in marble: my father's father who died on the frontier, two bullets through his chest.

He died with a beard, and the soldiers wrapped his body in cowhide;

My mother's grandfather—24 years old at the time—led soldiers charging towards monsters under the Loess Plateau, and now they are all ghosts on disappearing horses.

I give you whatever insight my books can contain, whatever manliness or humor my life can contain, and whatever humbleness there is.

I offer you the allegiance of a man who has never had faith.

I give you my breast full of fire and the sea that can drown this world.

I give you the core of myself that I have tried to preserve—the core that does not make sentences, that does not trade with dreams, that is untouched by time, joy, and adversity.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born.

I give you explanations about yourself, theories about yourself, true and amazing news about yourself.

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure. (Note 1)

At the bottom of this poem, there are two additional lines of words, the handwriting is a little blurry, it seems that tears have dripped on it, but the tears have dried, leaving only a vague mark...

My dear Olivia, if I can't give you these, then, I hope to use my life, forever young, to live in your heart, and wish you happiness.

This is the last poem I will write to you - Roanne who will always love you.

Looking at Luo An's last verse in this world, Xia Ping'an was a little moved.

This fellow Roan, this impoverished painter, is definitely an infatuated species.

But isn't this infatuated person afraid that the woman will have nightmares at night when she sees this suicide note? Hanging is the ugliest way to die. After death, the tongue will stick out. Death is the least worthwhile. As long as you are alive, there is hope .

Also, this guy owed money to the hotel owner. Not only did he not pay back the money, but he almost turned his guest room into a haunted house before he died. It's so unkind...

Xia Pingan picked up the mobile phone with a broken screen and looked at it. The mobile phone could no longer be turned on, and it was out of battery. Charging is a luxury in Paris now.

The books on the desk are all about art or poetry and philosophy, and none of them are related to making money or surviving.

Xia Pingan stood in front of the desk for 2 minutes, and then Xia Pingan heard his stomach gurgling.

This is because of the idling and peristalsis of the intestinal tract caused by hunger, and it is also the protest and reminder of this body to Xia Pingan-this body is too weak, and the transformation of the body by the spirit body requires a lot of food and calories.

When Xia Pingan woke up just now, he felt that there was still a lot of alcohol in his body, and his head was still a little confused, but after such a short time, the alcohol seemed to be digested, and his head became more and more clear.