I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Pressing [Yes], Lu Jian saw that these snowflakes had turned into some blurred pictures, with different colors.

For a while, the world spun, and the surrounding world immediately melted.

This was the first time he had borrowed the passage of the Quiet Place when completing a mission in his own world.

[The time flow of the Quiet Place is inconsistent with the outside world]

[The time ratio of this journey is: 1:1]

【Going to destination】

Lu Jian felt as if he had been hit by a train, his bones almost fell apart, and he seemed to be submerged in water, at a loss.

The next moment, Lu Jian's feet touched the solid ground.

He found himself on a train.

This train is obviously more dilapidated than modern ones, and there are no sleeper first-class or second-class seats, only tickets.

There are all kinds of people sitting on the train, most of them wear old-fashioned clothes, and most of their eyes are numb and indifferent.

A middle-aged man carrying a shoulder pole walked by, saying "Give way" while bearing the disgusting looks from both sides.

"Jiangcheng is here soon, Jiangcheng is here soon."

The conductor yelled and walked over, facing the middle-aged man head-on.

"Get out of the car quickly, don't occupy a seat here."

"Okay, okay."

The middle-aged man came to the place where he got off.

Lu Jian sat by the window and looked out.

The field was barren, and it seemed that no crops had been planted for some time. On the high ridges, some straw, cloth, and other sundries were piled up, and they were being burned, emitting thick black smoke.

Closer to the city, you can see some farmers standing in the fields, just looking at the train, with insensitive expressions on their faces.

The black smoke of the burning thing floated into the sky, forming a cold and indifferent description of the system.

[In troubled times, human life is worthless]

[In terms of face, Jiangcheng gathered the wind and cloud of the times, and people from all walks of life are from all over the world, and a big drama is staged here]

[Secretly, fellow members of Jiuliu also came here to discuss and exchange ideas, it's rare to see each other]

[The wheels of the times are rolling forward, some traditions have gone away, and some persist forever]

[Mission Difficulty: Sublimation]

【Mission Objective: Become Xuanjun】

【Mission Objective: Investigate the secrets of Jiangcheng Mountain】

These words dissipate like smoke, and when the train enters the city, soldiers in military uniforms can be seen passing by in line, and foreigners in suits are swaggering, pedestrians on the side of the road are hurrying, and beggars in the corner are resting with their eyes closed.

The smoke of war can be smelled even here, but Lu Jian's mission has nothing to do with this era, so he turned his eyes back to the car.

A child in a blouse walked past those who wanted to get out of the car while saying Yi Yi Yi Yi Yi. a wallet.

Just as Lu Jian was about to make a sound, the passenger next to him suddenly held him down.

"Associate?"

Lu Tuantuo was not a messenger of justice, but an instinct to act bravely. He glanced at the man wearing sunglasses, and somehow felt that he looked familiar.

"I'll handle it."

The man said a word, then stood up.

Lu Jian saw that he passed by the child, and at a speed that the naked eye could not see clearly, he took the wallet back from the child's arms.

"Sir, you lost your wallet."

The man said something to the person whose wallet was stolen.

"Hey, ah, thank you so much, thank you so much."

The person whose wallet was stolen was very surprised, and then took a banknote from the wallet and stuffed it to the man to express his gratitude. It can be seen that there is not a lot of money in the wallet, and it is a thick wad.

The train arrived at the station at this time, and the man got off the train together, and Lu Jian followed him, feeling a little interesting.

"You call it the right way?"

Lu Jian asked curiously.

"Not really, it's just that my eyes are a bit good, and I can't tolerate too many dirty things in my eyes."

He took off his sunglasses, and then bowed to Lu Jian.

"He Chong, my brother, can you also come here for the Xuanjun dispute?"

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

===550. Two bowls of tea and one dish of peanuts===

Hearing the other party's words, Lu Jian took a little look at this person.

With proper hair, wearing a small Western-style hat, small sunglasses, a long mandarin jacket, and carrying a small suitcase, he is a combination of Chinese and Western, a bit like a swindling Feng Shui gentleman.

As soon as this feeling came up, Lu Yi immediately realized how familiar this person was.

Does he have a great-grandson or great-great-grandson named He Jiaoyang?

I contacted him before and said that his eyes are good, so it is estimated that this person is the inheritor of yin and yang eyes in this era.

"really."

That being the case, Lu Jian didn't hide it, and reported his name.

"Actually, I'm not interested in Xuanjun's position at all. My child was born not long ago. I help others with Feng Shui at home, seek good luck and avoid bad luck, and live a very comfortable life. I don't want to come here to argue with them. . "

In the teahouse, He Chong ordered a bowl of tea to soothe his throat, and another plate of peanuts, and said immediately.

"It's rare for us to know each other. Let me also advise you, fuck Xuanjun, in this troubled world, just earn some money at home honestly, just take care of your own one-acre land, don't get involved in these things."

He is very temperamental, and he doesn't hide it.

"This Xuanjun, doesn't it look like a very powerful position?"

Lu Bian was curious.

It seems that these people with supernatural powers usually don't have much to do with each other. They only get together once every ten years. Maybe some families have long been secularized and are used to the lives of ordinary people. Jun, the situation of this competition is not very clear.

Lu Jian can ask questions conveniently and be a newcomer.

"Xuan Zhe, You Yuan Ye, things that do not conform to the common sense of this world are Xuan, Xuan Jun is these vain kings, the emperor on face has just stepped down, how can the emperor on the inside sit securely?"

He Chong took another sip of tea.

"Face? Linzi?"

Lu Yi felt that this sounded like a vocabulary in the martial arts arena.

"Face is what everyone can see. There is a lot of traffic, and there is peace in this chaotic world."

He Chong paused for a moment, as if trying to tell a joke, but quickly blurted out again.

"Sorry, I have a bit of a professional habit. Lizi, even in the streets and alleys of the city, the emperor and I can't control those ghosts and monsters, but Xuanjun is in charge of monsters and monsters."

"Professional habits?"

Lu Jian immediately asked.

"Why don't you ask the ghosts and ghosts? Well, let's look at Fengshui and facial features. Let's not talk about whether it is accurate or not. There are certain things that cannot be said nonsense."

He Chong glanced at the next table, there were three people dressed as students sitting there, and they seemed to be discussing something.

"Even if the other party is really bloody and his seal is black, you can't tell him in front of him. You need to watch what he says and say what he likes to hear. If you don't finish talking, you can't tell the truth. Otherwise, even if you have real skills, you The reputation will not be too good."

He picked up two pills and threw them into his mouth.

"What a guy, so you really have yin and yang eyes?"

Lu Juan learned and sold, following the other party's words and asking.

"You still know this, alas, it's just a small skill. The ancestor of the He family used to learn martial arts in Wudang, and later he made a mistake and was punished to guard the back mountain. He accompanied those demons and ghosts every day. Over time, his eyes were polluted and he could see the unclean things. objects, replaced by yin and yang eyes."

He Chong may also have a son recently, so he is also in a good mood. Seeing a junior like Lu Yi respects himself, so he said a few more words.

"You know the three teachings and nine streams, right?"

"know a little."

Lu Jian nodded,

"Needless to say the three religions, the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, are there nine streams? There are two versions. We take the one of upper, middle and lower. However, it is for face. us people."

"Flower, water travels. The reason why it is called Jiuliu is to take the meaning of water flow. No matter whether mountains and rivers change or water bends diverge, water always maintains itself. It is said that although the tradition of Jiuliu changes, there is always something. insisted on."

Speaking of this, He Chong subconsciously wanted to be a joke, but he still paused and then continued to speak.

"Yin Yang Eye, Storyteller, Paper Cutter, Corpse Sewer, Reaching for Stars, Moving Mountains to Find Dragons, and Traveling Hundreds of Miles, these seven families are the main ones. When the dynasties changed, they were wiped out, and some were wandering in the clouds and wild cranes, and they disappeared. When the nine streams became seven streams, five streams, and even the last streams, there was nothing left."

"These are all aristocratic families? Do they all have abilities like yours?"

Lu Jian became curious.

He has heard of some of these schools with names, and some have never heard of them at all. At least in modern times, these things may have been lost or hidden.

Thinking about it carefully, if he hadn't met He Jiaoyang, he wouldn't have known that there were yin and yang eyes in this world.

"Basically, the yin and yang eye has been passed down from generation to generation in my family. The storyteller, who satirizes the past and the present, speaks eloquently, passed down from master to student. The last time I saw it was ten years ago. I don't know if that teacher will come this time. "

"Although the paper cutter's name is an official, he is actually a craftsman. The paper cutting is lifelike, like a ghost possessed, a mortician disposing of corpses, and suppressing ghosts. Reaching for stars is a skill with empty hands, stealing, stealing from the rich and helping the poor, moving mountains to find Long Fenjin Dingxue, who also called himself Mojin Xiaowei, was a tomb robber, walked hundreds of miles to set up an escort agency, and traveled thousands of miles a day."

He Chong briefly said a few words, these occupations seem a bit nondescript, and Lu Jian thinks that they must not be understood literally, such as Yin Yang eyes, which seem to be able to see the two worlds of Yin and Yang, but in fact Well, there are no ghosts in this world at all, and the yin and yang eyes are a weaker and weaker version of [True Sight], which can capture the breath of strange things and react to foreign pollution.

Therefore, the paper cutter seems to be a paper-cut and window grille, and it probably has some special functions.

If only I could see it with my own eyes.

"By the way, brother Lu, what genre are you?"