MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 74 Stone wall

The mountain is not small, and it is moving in a loud roar, and stones are constantly falling and rolling to the ground.

The crowd stood up and dodged from side to side.

The rocks fell for a long time before stopping, and then, as if consciously, they continued to follow the mountain's mysterious path.

The mystery moved slowly at first, moving little by little, rubbing the ground awkwardly, like a toddler, and then gradually getting faster, the bottom boulder rolled up, pushing it all forward, Those bulky falling rocks can't catch up.

The falling rocks were in a hurry, hitting one after another, rolling behind their bones, like a stone with a long tail.

Everyone was small like this in front of this mountain.

Lian Qin leaped to the front of Jushan Secret, picked up the guqin in his hand, and slammed on the ground again.

The dust and gravel rose, and a large pit was smashed on the ground. Spiritual power passed along the guqin to the ground, and stirred up a high wall of earth and stone in front of the secret.

The mystery was blocked for a moment, hitting a high wall, and there was a bang, without breaking. It paused for a moment, paused for a while, and slammed the rocks behind him one after another, making a turn, and then it was very happy, one by one posted back to Dashan.

Shen Zhixian looked at Lianqin with a complex look, and then looked at Lianqin's piano--couldn't he play this piano together?

Realizing his sight, Lian Qin looked back at him, took Qin back and hugged him, calmly and calmly: "Time is tight, hitting hand."

Shen Zhixian found out that his piano was still a stringless piano: "..."

Where is this Guqin! This is actually a mallet!

However, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the secret mountain of the mountain regained its strength and slammed against the high wall!

The earth wall, which had been solidified and solidified by the spiritual force, was squeaked by it, and after a while, numerous cracks and cracks broke, and the mystery was no longer hindered, and it was rolling faster and faster.

The crowd couldn't stop it. They could only create obstacles like lianqin and dig a pile of walls. However, this didn't help. Although Dashan ran and stumbled, he still kept on.

Seeing it rolling faster and further away, Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth and clenched the hilt of the sword.

Spiritual power carried out the sword body, and he sank in a loud voice, "Frost!"

Feeling the dark air lingering in the mountain's secret realm, the frantic Frost Sword Spirit, who had been restless, issued a clear whistle, rising up into the air, and under the urging of Shen Zhixian, sent out the meaning of the sword, hanging high on the top of the mountain.

The sword spirit looks just like the real sword, only slightly smaller, more transparent, and even smaller on the top of the mountain. However, it felt extremely oppressive, causing the mountains to begin to tremble, and more debris fell on the mountain.

Yan Jin waved her hand to strengthen the barrier for Shen Zhixuan, keeping him firmly, allowing him to concentrate on controlling Frost Sword Spirit. The others probably realized something, and they were fully absorbed in blocking the falling rocks for Shen Zhixian.

In danger, without moving, the sword heart is like a pan.

Shen Zhixian took a deep breath, he was in touch with the sword spirit, the spirit flowed, and the wrist turned, and he inserted the sword into the ground fiercely: "Frost back-fall!"

Frost Sword Spirit exploded with great power, shining all over, and the sword intention condensed into a sharp blade, together with itself, fell unstoppably straight down—

The trend of Dashan's mystery stopped suddenly.

Watching the small but powerful Frost Sword Spirit penetrated its entire mountain, pierced straight from the middle and nailed it to the ground!

Dashan's mystery seemed to be angry, making a muffled booming sound, like a muffled thunder from a distance, but no matter how struggling it was, it couldn't go any further.

Shen Zhixian closed her eyes slightly, and her hands trembled invisibly when she closed the sword and returned to the sheath. After setting his mind, he said, "Shuanghui can't fix it for too long. What is going on now?"

This mountain mystery says run and run, looking heavy, but slippery and difficult to stop. The whole mountain is as hard as a shell, and it is hard and hard to eat. If you run away with it this time, the next time you wait for it, the monsters inside are prepared, and you want to find it, it will be difficult.

邬 Hangzhi means forget it, it is still an obscure result. He looked a little heavy, his eyes flashed a little hesitation, and finally he broke the jar and said, "It's all here, it's better to go in and see a mountain It's a gimmick, we can't trap us all inside. "

He said, going into the dark cave. Xue Ci thought much more than him, took him a hand, and groaned, "Wait, that's not good."

He frowned: "So what?"

"The disciples haven't kept up. The secret place is far from the original position. In case we all enter, the secret place will take us to run again ..." Xue Ci pondered, "I really want to go in, also It's time to leave someone looking outside. "

This statement also makes sense.

Just, who is left out?

Xu Xuan turned around in front of several people, and finally fell on Shen Zhixian, who was about to speak, Shen Zhixian said: "The master of the Lou Tower is good at tracking, so it is better to stay outside to meet the disciples. Frost sword spirit half cut into the secret, In the half-buried land, I am the owner, and I can feel a little bit of outside movement, and it is more suitable to enter a secret place. "

This remark is also reasonable and time is tight. People cannot hesitate any more, and the lingering no longer tangles, and decisively lets the way out: "Since this is the case, I am protecting the law for the kings."

After the mountain's mystery was nailed by Frost Sword Spirit, it was very irritable for a while, and when it was unable to break free, it calmed down and restored to its original appearance, only occasionally a low roar passed from the cave Come.

Shen Zhixian and the other four clenched their arms, and watched for a while, entering the cave one by one.

Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin were the most advanced. As soon as he entered, it was dark and he could not reach his five fingers. Shen Zhixian thought of the situation of the wasteland at that time. Before the thought was over, it felt like someone was holding his hand.

It's not like fingers intertwined, it's like an adult holding a child, holding his entire hand in the palm of his hand, rubbing his thumb against the back of his hand.

Shen Zhixian struggled a little, the other side gripped tighter. He glanced in the direction of Yan Jin, his lips opened slightly, and he silently cursed: "Bad cub."

Knowing that the other party can't see it, he still can't help doing this naive action.

Suddenly she was naive and immediately returned to Shen Zhixuan, who gave a cough, gave up her struggle, took a few steps forward, and frowned in doubt: "Are there anyone?"

Quietly around, except for the breathing of him and Yan Jin, nothing else could be heard.

Xue Ci and Lian Qin, who were supposed to follow them, disappeared.

Shen Zhixian flicked a small flares of gas, illuminating the surrounding square.

Here is a secret room made of hard stone, surrounded by dark stone walls. Shen Zhixian got closer to see that delicate lines were still painted on the stone wall.

It was just that the stone wall was scratched with sharp things, and the texture was destroyed to seven or eighty-eight. The delicate and beautiful beauty was completely destroyed.

"It seems that there is a monster hiding here. Grinding the claws here." Shen Zhixian saw a thin ray of black gas scattered on the stone wall, and shook a small spark with his finger. The black gas touched the spark and creaked Yeah yelled and burned.

The two looked around and finally found a dark stone door, standing crookedly.

Yan Jin shoved. The door was not too heavy, and it crunched open, revealing a narrow path that only one person could pass behind.

The sides of the path were still stone walls, and they looked very timid, as if they would be brought together at any time. Shen Zhixian groaned for a moment, then stepped in first.

There were several night pearls falling on the path, and a few were inlaid on the top of the stone wall, not too big, and the light was dim. Shen Zhixian put away the small sparks and went forward at this point.

The stone wall is uneven, and the carved portraits are scratched by monsters, messy, and most of the night pearls on the ground are also scratched by them.

Shen Zhixian stopped and studied for a while, but still didn't understand what the painting was about. After pondering for a while, he tilted his head and asked Yan Jin: "Do you see what's coming?"

Shen Zhixian was looking at the original portrait, but Yan Jin focused her attention on the scratches scratched by the demons: "This seems to be ... the wasteland."

"what?"

Yan Jin raised her hand and drew a few places on the scratches with her fingertips, vaguely sketching a scene: "This is the black sea area outside the wasteland. These irregular circles are probably monsters."

Shen Zhixian took a closer look and found that it really looked a bit like it. He wondered: "What's the point of this picture scratched by the monsters?"

"On both sides of the Black Sea, one side is deep in the wasteland, and the other side is open to the outside world. The seal prohibition of the wasteland is easy to enter and difficult to go out. There are often little demon who enter by mistake and cannot go out. Across the sea. "

Yan Jin said lightly: "The monsters in the depths of the wasteland often stay on the edge of the Black Sea and catch the little monsters in the sea to eat."

Shen Zhixian said "Ah", and continued to move forward thoughtfully.

After walking for a while, another stone door came into view.

"No way, push the door and see?"

Shen Zhixian reached out to touch the door, but Yan Jin reached out and hugged him, whispering, "I'm coming."

The position was stubborn. It was difficult for the two to change positions. Shen Zhixian was about to say no more. He was not weak. Yan Jin had already clasped his waist and forced him to turn around.

Shen Zhixian: "..."

He subconsciously arrived on the stone wall to stand firmly, and as soon as he raised his eyes, Yan Jin had covered his hand on the stone door and pushed hard—

"Hi, that bald monk is here again! I have to see you! Do you see me?"

There was darkness in front of him, and in the dimness, Shen Zhixian felt like he was leaning against a man's arms, and the man's warm hands were carefully wiping on him, his movements were gentle.

"not see."

"But, he said, it's about the son ..."

The movement of the hand on his body was a slight pause. After a while, Shen Zhixian felt that he was put down again, lying in a soft duvet with his body covered with a quilt.

A small stove was hidden in the quilt. It was very warm, but the temperature was not as good as the actual temperature. Shen Zhixuan shrank in the quilt, feeling cold and hungry-the main thing was hunger. He hadn't felt such a terrible hunger for a long time. He was so hungry that he was about to faint, and his stomach was burning.

It was this hunger that brought Shen Zhixian back to God-he was in a fantasy.

Supreme, bald monk, son.

These three titles make it easy for Shen Zhixian to think of things from the previous life.

Shen Zhixian was not sure if Yan Jin was also in a fantasy, he was struggling to wake up, but the hunger left him with no energy, and even his eyelids could not be opened. He could only hear the voice of a bald monk: The grass has been nourished by you for many years, and Jomo is almost ripe. I have a way ... "

The sound of rummaging things sounded, followed by a shuddering sound, as if flipping through the book: "... he has a weak soul, and I can send him to the small world in the book to raise it. When the soulgrass is fully mature, Go back to heaven and return to life. You just want the soul-stirring grass to be completely mature, and you are afraid that ... you have to give your life. "

The bald monk said tactfully, but in combination with his previous sentence, what kind of law is "to give this life", Shen Zhixian can probably guess.

Shen Zhixian felt that the heartbeat sound suddenly became louder. With a sound, the atrium was about to burst—no wonder Yan Jin never said in detail about the rebirth, it turned out to be this way!

No wonder he was able to communicate with Yan Jin in the true sense of the meaning. He thought it was the reason for the contract. Now he knows that Qi Jincao was raised by Yan Jin's hard work, and he saved it.

They have long been united in heart and blood, as if they were one.

Shen Zhixian made every effort before Yan Jin in the illusion said the word "good". As soon as he moved, the entire illusion shattered, and before his eyes flickered, Shen Zhixian returned to Shimen.

The real Yan Jin around her had her hands on the stone gate, her eyes narrowed, she seemed to be still in a fantasy, she didn't know what she saw, her expression was tense.

The position was too narrow, Shen Zhixian hugged him hard, put his hands back, and patted his face: "A Jin, wake up."

Yan Jin didn't open her eyes, her lips trembled, but she spit out a sad "good" word.

Shen Zhixian froze, before it was too late to move, Xiao Cao Bu suddenly got out of his sleeve, and two blades of grass slammed against Yan Jin's face.

Shen Zhixian: "..."

Xiao Cao Bu is not an ordinary little grass bud. When he was still in Qingyunzong a few years ago, this guy wanted to call him to get up, but he broke many countless quilts!

Shen Zhixian lifted up the grass buds and put it aside: "... do not slap."

Xiao Cao hummed proudly, drifted aside, and whispered two times.

However, it was very effective just to slap those few times. Yan Jin's expression gradually returned to clarity. After seeing Shen Zhixian, he held his hand tightly and said, "See you at the age."

Vaguely a bit lost and regained.

Shen Zhixian looked at him suddenly and asked, "What have you just seen? What happened in the last life?"

Yan Jin gave a sigh and looked at the plan without further details. Shen Zhixian silently remembered him in his heart, and decided to go back and count with Yan Jin piece by piece.

Yan Jin was taller than him and stood in front of the door. Shen Zhixian pulled him, stepping slightly into the door, and the inside was dark, and he could not see anything, only a vague sense of danger.

Was wondering whether to go in or not, the stone gate was suddenly rumbling, and he closed it, blocking the dangerous breath on the other side.

When Yan Jin reached out and pushed again, she couldn't push anymore.

The stone wall path was getting more and more frightened, Shen Zhixian tilted his head and found that the stone walls on both sides were beginning to move towards the middle.

The two reached out at the same time, the speed of closing was slow for a moment, but still moved slowly. Shen Zhixian frowned: "This is forcing us to go back?"

It's already narrow here, and after a while, both of them will become meatloaf. Shen Zhixian turned decisively, holding Yan Jin's hand, and took a step back: "Let's go before talking--"

They walked a short distance on Shibi Road to Shimen. Shen Zhixian was also worried that they were too late to go out, and even they were transported with spiritual power. kind.

They returned to the original stone room.

The difference is that although the stone room at this time was dim, it happened that there was light-a few remaining night pearls inlaid on the top of the stone wall, scattered scattered, emitting a mild light.

Xue Ci and Lian Qin stood not far away, as if thinking about something. When they heard the movement on their side, they turned their heads, and then their eyes fell on Shen Zhixuan's clasped hands.

Shen Zhixian: "..."

He smiled casually, but did not let go: "I suddenly felt very hungry, reached out and grabbed, just thinking that he had caught a big chicken leg."

The author has something to say: I will still go out tomorrow, next Friday.

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Thank you, Xiao Kuo, for a grenade;

Thank you, Xiao Kuoai, for one Schnauzer mine without a tail;

Thank you, Xiaokuo lovers:

10 bottles of Annuo; 4 bottles of wallets that have never been fat; 2 bottles of rmgi;

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