Elf: Start with a stinky mud

The door lock of the study room was violently broken, and the door was open. The entire room was visible at a glance. Fang Yin stood up and walked in.

This is a sealed room with pieces of transparent glass inlaid on the windows. You can see everything outside downstairs without any obstruction.

I think my father usually likes to sit here, watching the children playing below, and enjoying the quiet and beautiful scenery at night.

Unknowingly, he had walked to the window and opened it casually, letting a salty breeze blow into the room.

Long-winged gulls soar in the sky, occasionally flying to the window sill, flapping their wings, leaving dirty traces on the roof.

The sea breeze blew Fang Yin's long gray hair. He stood by the window with a calm face, looking at the dark sea. The young man suddenly smiled:

"It's just a little wind and frost."

Norton's experiments, his father's kindness, and the tragic death of his companions, none of these can change his goal: immortality! He wants to pursue immortality!

Now that we have come to the world of Pokémon, wouldn't it be too boring not to pursue immortality and live as long as heaven?

As my father said, everyone has his own destiny, whether it is good or bad, just follow your heart, have clear ideas, and stick to it.

But immortality is inherently contrary to nature, so it’s not easy!

Fang Yin suddenly felt something in his heart, as if he saw the figure of his sister in his previous life, who was also looking at the sea in the distance.

"Baiduo~"

Shini was lying next to the table, his stomach digesting the food he had just eaten. He touched his squirming belly, burped, and looked up at his master blankly, not daring to disturb his contemplation.

"Human life is too short after all..."

He sighed softly, turned around, and prepared to search the study to see if he could find anything valuable.

The two bookcases had collapsed, and the messy books were scattered all over the floor. Fang Yin bent down to pick up the books and flipped through them at will. There was no expression on his delicate face:

"no……"

"Snapped!"

He gently closed the "New Bird Collection" in his hand and glanced at every corner of the study. A wave of irritation arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but smash the book against the wall.

There was a crash and the papers were scattered on the floor.

"Forget it, it's just a dispensable thing, don't worry about it too much..."

Fang Yin shook his head, his mood gradually calmed down, he took a deep breath and walked towards the bookshelf.

Suddenly, his steps stopped and he turned to look at the floor.

On the floor made of Kanto teak, scattered papers lay quietly. A yellowed parchment scroll was exposed from the interlayer of one of the books, which looked so dazzling among the industrially printed pages.

"Scrolls?"

Fang Yin's eyes narrowed slightly. He squatted down, pushed aside the paper, picked up the parchment, and unfolded it.

The parchment roll is very thin and has a bronze color, but the content on it is like a child scribbling on it, making it difficult to read.

After watching carefully for a long time, I roughly understood that there were three totems with cobra belly patterns painted on it.

A crying face with irregularly undulating eyes (?2?1_?2?1),

一副嘴角勾起的爱心眼(?3?0?7?9?6?3?7?9?3?0)

一副双眼圆瞪，表情狰狞，嘴巴弯曲的怒脸(?1?7?6?1v?6?7v?6?1?1?7)

"Is this...Abo monster?"

He frowned and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The abdominal patterns of the Arbo monster were different in each region. Maybe this parchment records different appearance features, but... the painting is really ugly!

Fang Yin thought for a while, took off the backpack behind him, rummaged for a thin hemp rope, tied up the Abo strange parchment roll with both hands, and stuffed it into the inner pocket of the bag to prevent it from being lost unfortunately.

After all, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still flesh. Although he doesn't feel that this thing has any effect, there is no reason to give it back once it is in his hands.

After doing all this, he restored the bookshelf to its original state, and gathered all the books on the floor into wooden boxes.

After a final search to confirm that there was no valuable treasure in the room, Fang Yin closed the study door and walked down the stairs.

It was already ten minutes at noon, and the yard was in a mess. Shini held the cabinet with his big muddy hands and squirmed to the iron door to block the gap he had opened.

"We will live here for a while in the future, so let's clean up first!"

Fang Yin looked around, stroked Xianni's head with one hand, and said lightly.

After my father died, the yard where he lived became cheaper. There are many abandoned houses like this by the sea. The environment in Heiyun City is too bad. It is shrouded in haze all year round. It is difficult to see the sun. It is not suitable for humans and elves to live. Time After a long time, everyone naturally moved out.

To put it bluntly, the Kanto region is vast and sparsely populated, so it would be a good choice to live somewhere else.

As for the cat boss clan, he doesn't think Sugii Mitsuo cares about these small fish and shrimps like Yota. As long as he doesn't provoke them, he will be fine.

Fang Yin picked out a cigarette from the trash can, lit it, and held it in his mouth.

He looked out the window, his eyes far and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.

"Guru~!"

A sudden sound interrupted his thinking. He lowered his head and found a protest coming from his stomach:

"It's time to eat."

"Baiduo! Baiduo!"

Shinii waved his tentacles and nodded in agreement, looking silly and cute.

……

three days later.

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and shines on the lawn of the yard, illuminating the ants on their way.

"Starting from today, I will conduct special training for you."

Fang Yin leaned against the tree pole, stretched his waist, and said lightly:

"Your speed is too slow and your flexibility is not very high. It's okay in melee combat. If you encounter long-range attacks, you will only be beaten passively."

Smelly Mud has just finished swallowing and digesting the power of purple sludge in the past few days. He is still unfamiliar with controlling his own abilities. Not only is his speed slow, but his attack power is not strong, and he is even not as good as his original self.

"Baiduo~Baiduo?"

It tilted its head and asked curiously, as if to say, "Is there any? Is there any? Why don't I know?"

"Be serious, don't be so playful!"

Fang Yin's face turned serious and he scolded.

Xianni was startled and quickly lowered his head, pretending to obey his master's instructions.

"You and I are a whole, both prosperous and destructive. We have been bound together for the future. If you die, I will not live alone."

He explained indifferently, with a cold light in his eyes. In this world, the weak and the strong prey on each other. Whoever has the strongest fist is the boss.

Xioni's strength is not weak, but it has not reached the level he expected, so he needs to train harder to improve his strength.

"Baiduo~"

It murmured in a low voice, its eyes full of expectation.

"So, become stronger and become stronger than anyone else!"

Fang Yin's tone softened a little, and he looked at Xiuni with encouraging eyes.

"Baiduo!"

Xiuni nodded heavily, and under its gaze, Fang Yin began to arrange the training venue.

I saw him moving some wooden stakes and nailing them to the ground with a hammer. Then he got some paper shells painted white and hung them on one end of the wood.

Each wooden pile is spaced about 1.5 meters apart, with paper targets interspersed in between.

"Smelly Ni, do you know the skill of Vine Whip?"

Fang Yin turned around, stood in front of the wooden pile with his hands behind his back, and asked.

Smelly Ni nodded. It once encountered a giant vine that came to challenge its boss, Smelly Ni, and used the skill of Vine Whip. In the end, it was beaten to pieces and almost died, so it still has some understanding of this skill. .

"Then, you can try to learn the technique of vine whip."

He continued to encourage.

As we all know, Stinky Mud is a body made of sludge, and its speed is destined to be unable to surpass other elves.

But the biggest feature of mud is that it can change its shape at will, and this has also been verified by Dad's smelly mud.

So success is mud, failure is mud!

"Baiduo?"

Xianni scratched his head in confusion, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"You have already learned the hardening skills. This is the basis of special training."

"Then use Harden, stretch your mud tentacles with all your strength, shape them into the shape of a whip, and add thorns to them, so that you can turn into a poisonous whip with powerful lethality!"

Fang Yin spoke in detail, while waving his arms to demonstrate.

Since the body speed is not good, then let's change the method and beat the opponent down while standing. The poison whip is the best choice. It can be used in melee, long-range, and defense. It is simply a snake oil level existence.