[Comprehensive] Dimensional Tea Party

Bitter memories until now, Ma Canghao has finally grown up again in the process of being beaten up by the third prince Nezha every day.

After completing the final training menu, that is, coming out of the picture of Shanhe Sheji, Ma Canghao finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it can be considered that he has made it through.

Compared to making a living under the majestic killer in front of him, Asakura felt that during the 900 years of training in hell, the unfortunate experience of being dragged into a strong man by a ghost assistant officer was not even a big deal up.

But the embarrassment is the embarrassment, the current him, even if he faced the time and space storm that almost tore him apart when he came up again, he can still retreat without changing his expression.

To be fair, he's a little flustered right now.

Panicked that he leveled up too fast here, what should he do if he was rejected by that world when he returned home one day?

He is quite aware of the urine nature of world consciousness.

"You think too much." Seeing Ma Cang's unpredictable expression, Nezha probably guessed what he was thinking.

"The world will never deny the entry of its native people." He patted Ma Canghao on the shoulder and teased, "Maybe once you go back, the world consciousness will cry and stay to protect it."

Ma Canghao: "..."

Ma Canghao: "Oh, what did you just say? The forum's translation program suddenly got stuck."

Nezha: "..."

Nezha said speechlessly: "Okay, don't be poor with you, get out immediately, your current strength is enough to adjust Jiangshan Fengyuejuan."

Asakura was taken aback for a moment.

"The one in the palace is a master at forging weapons, if possible, don't miss the opportunity."

Nezha turned around and tidied up his luggage, changing from a leisurely young man back to a heroic God of War.

Ma Canghao also turned his back to him, stared blankly, then closed his eyes and smiled.

"Then there's no need. Someone will make it for me as long as I have a handy magic weapon."

"I'm not saying you can ask him to do it himself." Nezha stretched his body, his clear voice contained a subtle smile.

"Someone has prepared something for you in the past."

Ok?

Ma Canghao frowned slightly, and before he could ask the other party what he meant, a sharp gun shadow passed by.

Nezha drew a round door in front of him with a pointed gun, and the branches and leaves spread around the door.

"Go."

Ma Canghao tilted his head slightly, and said: "During these days, I thank His Highness the Third Prince."

The floating door was closed, and Nezha stood there thinking thoughtfully.

It's been so many years...

It's time to go see his cub, Guixu can't get in, it's okay to take a look at him in the past, it should be no problem to smuggle there by avoiding the eyeliner of the law.

But need a helper.

Who should I find...

The third prince's lips curled into a slight arc. For this kind of thing, of course he asked a bad friend from Yunding Tianhuang Palace to help (top) help (pot).

Looking around, the mountains are covered with clouds, the sky is set and the green is green, and the lake water under the sky is so gentle that it makes people enchanted.

Ma Canghao stood in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, but he could see the floating light jumping into gold, and the still shadow sinking into jade.

It never occurred to him that the headquarters of the Three Thousand Forums he saw after passing through the round gate was actually the southern scenery of the Tang Kingdom with beautiful water and Lingshan.

Between the mountains and rivers, Ma Cang could see a small boat slowly approaching in the distance.

The Taoist boy with rings on his temples went up to the pavilion in the middle of the lake and bowed his head:

"But a guest from another world sent by His Highness the Third Highness?"

Ma Cang raised his eyebrows: "Not bad."

"Master knows your purpose and ordered me to send you a message—"

Dao Tong's figure became illusory. He was clearly in front of his eyes, but his voice seemed to be coming from an unknown distance.

"'Jun is already in the roll.'"

The sound landed, and Dao Tong's figure also disappeared.

Ma Cang's eyes narrowed.

Surrounded by water mist shallowly, but misty and rainy, like the ink painting in the hands of a painter, dizzying the boundless wind and moon.

"'Qinglian is used as a bridge, Zixiao is the carrier, and Jiangshan Fengyue scroll is named'." Ma Canghao murmured the words and sentences from the source of the three thousand forums mentioned on the forum homepage, looking for the four wild lakes, but there was a golden lotus hidden in his eyes light and shadow.

When the golden lotus slowly rotated, he saw pieces of cyan petals at the bottom of the lake, each piece was intoxicating.

In the ink mountains and rivers, there seems to be light and shadows from the heavens and the world.

Ma Cang fell into a very mysterious state unknowingly, he stretched out his hand unconsciously, and slid in the dots of golden light on the surface of the water.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock...

Under his movements, some golden spots of light that were extremely familiar to him merged together, and then sank far into the cyan petals at the bottom of the lake.

Under the starry sky, a golden glow suddenly appeared on the stone tablet with countless names in the wasteland, and in the shining light, a name climbed up at an extremely fast speed.

No.90 nine, No.70, four, No.30 one, No.19, No.15, No.12, ninth, fifth, ninth, fifth...

After a sharp climb, the name repeatedly jumped between fifth and ninth, and finally, under some kind of force majeure, slowly stopped on fifth.

Under the ruins, the sleeping people seem to have a feeling.

As the cool wind blows, Asakang Hao suddenly wakes up, and finds that he has easily solved the problem that he has been running around for many years without knowing it.

This is really...

Ma Cang felt as if he was being dragged out of the painting by someone, and he almost lost his footing when he landed.

The scene has changed.

The spring level of a pool is like a mirror, and the waves are shining on the bridge on the pool.Ma Canghao came to the willows with the flowers blowing, and saw a dazzling golden color suddenly appearing in front of his eyes.

It was a very old ginkgo tree, the torso of which must be embraced by at least seven or eight people. The canopy pavilion above it is full of bright yellow trees reflecting the blue and high sky, making it extremely lonely.

Ma Cang remembers that in the distant Tang Dynasty, this tree also had a name called Longevity.

By coincidence, Ma Canghao walked under the tree and reached out to touch this ancient longevity tree.

The sacred tree is alive, and Ma Canghao clearly sensed the joyful fluctuation of the ancient tree under his palm.

The ginkgo leaves on the branches were sprinkled one after another, and the ground was covered with golden and broken shadows. Ma Cang tilted his head and saw an unfinished chess game under the tree.

The chessboard is an endgame, and there are even bi-colored teacups emitting heat on both sides, as if the owner here just left for a short while and will come back soon.

Ma Canghao suddenly felt a layer of desolation in his heart, and he couldn't explain clearly.

He always felt that this place should not look so lonely.

But what should it have been like?

Strangely, the figure that he met in the gap of time and space all of a sudden flashed away in his mind, and the clear and clear voice of the young man was still echoing in his ears.

That kid might like it very much.

Thinking of the young man's double swords decorated with gold, silver and jade to look like ginkgo leaves, Ma Canghao smiled unconsciously.

It was a tenderness that he didn't even realize.

I really want to know what the child said about his elder brother whose breath is very similar to his own.

"You said yes?"

Ma Canghao kept his palms against the tree trunk, only looked back and smiled.

Where he looked, there was already a dignified figure in purple robe and golden crown standing silently.

The visitor took a deep look at Ma Cang, and said lightly:

"He gave you something under the tree, take it and leave."

That person seemed unwilling to stay here any longer, just to take a look at Ma Canghao.

Come quietly and go quietly.

"Otherwise, you don't have to go."

Ma Canghao was sweating coldly on his back, he didn't relax until he could no longer see the Taoist figure in purple robe.

"As expected of..."

Ma Canghao wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, and collapsed almost like the rest of his life, leaning against the tree trunk behind him, panting slightly.

Even if his current strength is not what it used to be, it is still far inferior to the previous one.

Really, you can't relax all the time.

Ma Cang was holding on to the ground, when suddenly something caught his hand.

It was a sandalwood tablet carved with flowers and leaves.

The tree spirit gave away what was left for him.

Ma Canghao picked up the wooden sign with a subtle mentality, and found that it was a magical storage device.He encountered various sealing techniques during the period, and his mood was extremely complicated.

It's like opening your own things, all of which are all kinds of original spiritual arts, but some effects have been strengthened.

"hiss--"

As soon as he glanced at it, Ma Canghao gasped.

Sealed in the wooden sign are all the treasures of heaven and earth that he had liked in the forum before but had no chance or no way to get them!

What a great handwriting!

Ma Canghao even saw Ruomu, which he had coveted for a long time to use to make fan bones, as well as the excellent talisman brush material that he could not find anywhere - the tail hair of the nine-tailed sky fox and so on.

There are quite a few manuscripts besides the magic weapon materials, and Ma Cang took a glance at it, and then covered his chest to prevent his little heart from blowing up due to overexcitement.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Ma Cang really felt that all these years of running around were worth it!

This kind of mentality that maybe the cheap bastard I picked up in the future gave me a gift in the past, and my current self got it...

It's amazing.

But it's so cool!

Ma Canghao carefully stuffed the wooden sign into his small space, squinting his eyes and snickering.

Posted it, now after going back, many experiments can be started!

For a long time, I will not worry about the lack of materials!

Don't worry about running to other worlds to find materials and being caught by Indra!

That obedient boy with unknown identity will treat you better when your good brother finds you in the future haha~

Ma Cang laughed and bent his eyes, black pupils were slyly shining, and his beautiful face was shining brightly.

It's like doing bad things when you were a child and then successfully pulling Yuki/Xinyi to blame, and finally hiding behind Indra, watching them cover their mouths and laugh after being taught by Rukia.

Following the indistinct connection, Indra finally found a ladder extending beyond the top of the cloud.

After going up step by step, the vermilion gate shrouded in clouds and mist appeared in front of my eyes.

Indra couldn't see what was written on the plaque on the door. When he was about to knock on the door, a figure in black suddenly appeared in front of the door.

The man squinted his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile: "Tsk, are you looking for someone?"

This causal thread is all entangled with the one inside on the brat's territory.

The man in black mentioned it out of thin air, and Indra flew away in the air. The next second, he was standing in front of the little bastard he had been thinking about for a long time.

The little bastard has grown a little taller, his facial features have almost fully grown, his childishness has disappeared, and his face is so beautiful that he is not like ordinary people.It's just that it's still not out of the category of a teenager, and Mao'er's eyes are full of small smiles.

When looking at Indra, the brilliance in his eyes lit up for a moment, making him look alive.

The wine-red long-haired boy under the ginkgo tree covered his mouth and snickered, then tapped his toes and jumped in front of Indra.

"You're here."

"Well," Indra rubbed the other's soft hair, his eyes soft.

"I'll take you home."

The author has something to say: In the previous book, the third prince who played a guest role in this article was set to be the artifact spirit of the Chaos Orb, the innate spiritual treasure of the Taoist and Demon Ancestors, that is, the spirit beads.The First Battle of the Conferred Gods served as the first official of Xiqi to explain and intercept the lower realm of the Second Sect. After the First Battle of the Conferred Gods, he hung a name in the Heavenly Court and did not return to Zixiao Palace. In fact, he was dragged by his buddy Fuxi to help.

The appearance prototype is Nezha in white clothes riding a white deer in the 79 edition of "Nezha Navigating the Sea". That is my cinnabar mole Bai Yueguang, the beauty on the tip of my heart, and it still hurts to think of him now.

In the future, he may open his single chapter on Fengshen, and fill in the gaps that were not filled in the previous one.