Waste Strong Foundation

The player deserves to be called the "fourth natural disaster" creature, with a rough and simple idea, and he really took Yanchi as a copy of the novice tutorial.

It was afternoon at this time, relatives who were away came back, and those who slept late woke up. Nearly a hundred people were online, and the momentum was quite strong.

Mrs. Xiong kicked away the thrown stones, regained her sanity a little, protected the clansmen back to the high ground, and blew three bone whistles.

The sharp and short whistle heralded some order.

The iron-eating beasts, who ignored the movement around them and focused on driving the slaves to continue working, raised their heads one after another, and then quickly ran towards the inner city.

Countless wild pandas surrounded the player step by step, showing fierce faces, biting into pieces the wooden sticks and longbows stretched out to their mouths.

Pandas 4000 years ago were fierce and irritable in groups, staring at these strangers with black eye circles covered in dust.

Some players who really like pandas are not afraid to touch the panda's head, and they are thrown down before touching the bear's ears.

Although the "body" made of special metal is not easy to damage, but in such a state, even if it is revived on the spot, it cannot move.

The raised ferocious beasts joined the battle, and the fighters with Xiong's family were just stunned, so they couldn't be inferior to the players when they reacted.

With a wave of Xiong Tai's hand, the pandas roared like wild animals in the front row of a concert.

In the crowd, there was a faint complaint: "I no longer envy my classmates in Sichuan riding pandas to school."

"Yeah, the national treasure in the game is a bit fierce, and suddenly I remembered that pandas are bear creatures, and we are monkeys, so the situation is very grassy."

"What does growing grass mean?" A turquoise figure easily stepped on the panda and jumped over, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The players breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Yuanyuan dressed as a child, and retracted the hand that was about to take off the VR glasses in reality.

It seems that this is not a pure BOSS dungeon, we have to go through the plot first.

Thinking of this, the morale of the players has increased a lot.

Xiong Tai, who took over the only bronze knife in Yanchi from the elder, was very annoyed, "Where is Father Man? Protect him!"

The apprentice priest who was huddled behind the wooden pillar and chanted the spell silently jumped up.

Mrs. Xiong's sanity was disappearing, and she pulled his hair with red eyes, "What's wrong with Father Man?! You are still far from being able to succeed him."

"No, no, I dare not...the master is... in the secret room." The apprentice pointed to the thatched house lent to the two young guests to shelter from the rain.

Mrs. Xiong showed a relieved expression, "Ah, fortunately, I didn't go against his will on this trivial matter."

The player lying on the ground and pretending to be dead moved his eyelids.

Alpha, who has mastered the situation synchronously through the player's feedback, has all the hairs on his body exploded, "Fei Mingqiu——"

The young man standing against the wall was adjusting the two rings on his fingers when suddenly a hand like a dead tree grabbed his ankle and dragged him into the tunnel.

The ground made of square stone bricks was reattached, and the soil and sand between the stone bricks were painted with deep red cinnabar paint.

Shang Yuan threw away Alpha, knelt down on the ground, and tapped the place where the old priest leaned just now with his fingers.

is solid.

As if everything was just an illusion.

His eyes moved to the tiger with its head tilted and its front paws lightly stepping on Alpha's tail.

Alpha didn't even notice that there was a bloody monster on his body, and he struggled to save his own tail, "I'm stuck!"

This is a new world full of unknown beings.

Common sense cannot solve all problems.

……

……

The fragrant liquid dripped between the eyebrows, was bitingly cold, flowed into the hair, and spread to the back of the neck like a fire.

Fei Mingqiu dreamed that the young man sitting in the palace was waving to him, and suddenly felt someone prying his wrist watch, and opened his eyes vigilantly.

The old priest let out a cry of surprise, and the bone needle in his hand fell and broke, but his expression was a little excited, "Are you awake?"

nonsense.

Fei Mingqiu was silent for a while with the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and asked hoarsely, "Why didn't you kill me?"

"You ask like this, it seems that you don't understand." The old priest turned around and wiped the remaining intact bone needles.

This secret room was remodeled on the basis of a natural karst cave. In the center of the dome is a black bear eating. The black bear buried its head in biting a hare. The cinnabar representing blood wrapped the entire totem. There was also a ladder built of stone slabs on the left, with a total of ten floors. up to the dome.

The old priest must have been lying in ambush on the top step of this ladder, and when he found the right moment, he stretched out his hand and dragged Fei Mingqiu down.

I just don't know what secret techniques and mechanisms were used.

Fei Mingqiu weakly raised his hand and saw that one of the rings was missing, so he couldn't help worrying about Shang Yuan's situation.

The blood stained his vision, and his surroundings became blurred and gloomy, like wearing glasses made of frosted glass.

"Be honest. The process is not long. If you wake up early, you will suffer."

"You... want to sacrifice me to your god?"

The bear's blood mixed with spices flowed over the young man's pale cheeks and earlobes, making his brows look beautiful and mournful, and when he frowned, there was a strange look.

The old priest continued to dip his fingers into the pottery bowl to smear Fei Mingqiu's wrists and ankles, and said with a sneer, "Sacrifice to you? How dare you defile our father, Xuanyuan, with your filthy soul? I really don't like it." Know where you got the god's relic from."

God's relic?

Is it the soul guard again?

Ah, sure enough, the identity of the unlucky guy is not so easy to get rid of.

Fei Mingqiu's eyes flickered, thinking of Qi You and Yuan Yuan's words, "God...do you want to be a first-class fighter?"

This sentence amused the old man who was concentrating on preparing for the ceremony.

He couldn't grasp the bone needle several times, and instead took out a cloudy and yellowed natural crystal round box, "First-class soldier? Who told you that? A soldier is only a status. I have been a priest for 40 years. I want to be a fist-wielding fighter. The first level... A, B, C, D, E, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, Gui, A is one, B is two, what you said... ...not bad."

Fei Mingqiu silently memorized it in his heart, and after thinking about it, he may not be able to memorize these things, "Then you too?"

The old priest took out a damaged animal skin scroll from the round box, his face was unprecedentedly pious and serious, "I have advanced to the second level and touched the 'God's Domain', but I have been standing still for 17 years, going to the main city, Traveling to other tribes, I can never find another priest who possesses the relics of the gods. After advancing to level C, I can live at least 30 years longer. Now this great opportunity falls on you."

"Me?" After Fei Mingqiu said, he smelled another strong and strange fragrance, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"You have a new fetish in you, I knew it the moment I saw you. But boy, I didn't mean to hurt you, and I didn't have enough time to set a trap until this sudden rainstorm— You stayed in Yanchi. It was God's will."

Fei Mingqiu's heart contracted violently.

God willing?

"I didn't mean to hurt you"?

Memory floods:

The crowd in white coats whispered to each other, and the doctor squatting outside the cage stretched out his bloodstained hands and a silver chain to him.

Why.

He was not reconciled.

Why always him.

Mingming pretended to be stupid step by step and fled here safely.

The will hidden deep in his heart lit up the misty eyes of the young man, and when he raised his eyes, it seemed to shine into the light golden water surface of half a pool.

Fei Mingqiu panted heavily, raised his upper body to avoid the hand of the old priest, "You haven't entered the gate of heaven, have you?"

"Tianmen... so the symbol is read as Tianmen, not God's Domain." The old priest clapped his hands as if suddenly enlightened, put down the bone needle and bone knife again, sat beside Fei Mingqiu, quickly unfolded the animal skin scroll, and licked his fingers , urged: "What do you know?"

Fei Mingqiu pursed his lips and remained silent.

Accidents along the way, millipedes, player intervention...

Sit down with Yuanyuan and talk about how to enter the Tianmen, which has been delayed again and again.

It's really unlucky, he doesn't know what's in Tianmen at the moment.

How did Yuanyuan describe it at that time?

sea ​​of ​​clouds?

"Inside the Tianmen is a vast sea of ​​clouds. The gods communicate with each other through the Tianmen, but it is difficult for mortals who enter by mistake to hear the messages between them."

"What else? Why do you know? Can you understand these symbols?" The old priest pushed the animal skin in front of Fei Mingqiu's eyes, and suddenly regretted holding it tightly back into his arms, his brow dripping with cold sweat, "No, no, I was almost fooled! You If I understand it, I am the one who died, no!"

Fei Mingqiu looked at him in astonishment, the scent lingered on his face, his voice became lower and lower, "You—"

The old priest watched coldly, wiped off his sweat, and carefully turned the animal hide over.

On this side are densely packed hieroglyphs written in charcoal. These characters familiar to him are equivalent to a later interpretation.

He no longer pursued absolute safety, he clenched his fist with his right hand and beat his forehead frequently, reviewing the ritual of capturing "divinity" in the dim light of the fire.

In a 50-year-old body, his memory has deteriorated in a mess.

The old man forgot while reading, sighed and cursed repeatedly in anxiety, and it took a lot of effort to concentrate and keep calm.

The steep stone stairs connecting the dome of the cave rise silently.The dying fire pit resembles a splintering orange-red heart.

The young man lying on his side on the stone bed seemed to have fallen asleep.

After finalizing the details, the old priest coughed while holding the bone knife, and put his hands on the side of the bed with only a layer of skin left, and the back of his hands were full of veins.

The sound of coughing rang in his ears, and Fei Mingqiu's eyelids trembled slightly.

There is no set wake-up time before falling asleep, so it is impossible for him to fall into a long-term lethargy.

At this time, I would like to thank those people at that time, especially the doctor, for "training" him.

He just memorized the text on the animal skin with the picture memory method, and when he reproduced it in his mind, he found that it was Simplified Chinese 4000 years later.

Kite has repeatedly emphasized that the gods know the past, present and future, including the player's language, as well as its official text.

Why Simplified Chinese - can only be such an explanation.

Of course, "the gods" here often refers to several creator gods who created the world and the gods who were born later.

Then this scroll recording the method of entering the gate of heaven may have been written by a god, and it went round and round into the hands of the old priest.

After all, for a small god like Yuanyuan, many knowledges have long been broken, and only by copying the notes of the previous generation of masters can he master the method.

Fei Mingqiu's brain was running fast.

The old man's coughing stopped abruptly——

At the juncture of life and death, Fei Mingqiu resolutely gave up understanding other content, and wrote down the key description of going to Tianmen before the short-term memory failed.

As for whether he has reached the so-called "Class C"...

I can't care so much for a while!

[Tianmen has a total of ten levels, and there are sporadic little gods staying here; after the tenth level, it is the true source, and mortals cannot enter even though they are poorly managed. ]

Fei Mingqiu recited it silently, and before he even had time to recall it, he immediately felt a delicate cool breeze rushing towards his face.

The branches and leaves of two towering ancient trees intertwine to form the legendary Tianmen.

In front of you is a huge stone staircase that is so steep that it is almost vertical. Looking up from the bottom up, you can't see what is at the end.

There are light spots of different shapes floating in the air, and you can hear the voices in them when you get close, either vicissitudes or excitement, and some weird singing.

Seemingly surprised to meet him here, Guangdian gathered together in tacit understanding and muttered.

What do you mean?

In a flash, it has reached the third level.

Fei Mingqiu was flustered in his heart, wondering whether he could continue to move forward, when suddenly a golden tiger claw appeared out of thin air.

tiger?

What is this?

Fei Mingqiu was startled for a moment, feeling dizzy and dizzy. He watched the mountains and seas of clouds and mist swiftly pass by, and then he regained his composure and changed to another place.

Immortal flowers and exotic herbs, koi carps and cranes, pavilions and pavilions are resplendent and solemn.

One after another of vermilion fish with six eyes shuttled and played among the snow lotuses floating in mid-air, spitting out lights in the shape of indigo oiled paper umbrellas.

The three-headed and six-armed boy ran forward with a stack of bamboo slips on his head, shouting "Excuse me, excuse me".

He looked around, but couldn't see any other creatures, so he could only follow the little boy fearfully through wooden buildings with golden roof tiles.

The little boy tripped over the knee-high threshold, and the wordless bamboo slips scattered on the floor.

Hearing the sound, the monster squatting on the top of the mountain overlooking Kunlun turned its head.

At this moment, Fei Mingqiu heard the clear and fluffy groans when the spring snow melted from the depths of his soul.

It is so huge, occupying the entire room, with nine heads growing on its fluffy neck, with different expressions, either lazy or powerful; but it is also very majestic, with lovely patterns on the forehead, golden green Tiger eyes seem to have the power to devour the sun and the moon.

Fei Mingqiu lost sight of the time.

It was the same little boy who picked up the bamboo slips angrily and urged him, "Excuse me, excuse me!"

The cool wind rustled into the mouth and nose.

The scene is receding.

Fei Mingqiu opened his mouth, and called out uncertainly: "...Shang Yuan?"

Opening his eyes again, he had returned to the secret room.

The golden or white short fluff falls on the palm of the hand, still carrying the temperature of spring, but unfortunately it disappears as soon as it is touched.

The old priest who tried to cut off his heart collapsed to the ground with a bone knife in his hand, and his flesh and blood seeped into the stone slab, turning into a pile of white bones in an instant.

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