"Back then, Poor Dao was just a treasure hunting rat. Because of the relationship with a trace of innate divine thunder, he stood out among many similar people and was accepted as a disciple by the master. The Duobao Dao people said with nostalgia, "Back then, because there were a lot of magic weapons I picked up in my lair, I got the name of 'Duobao'." ”

It turns out that you are not a treasure fish. Wait, why should I listen to you expose the history of revolutionaries...... And a rat contaminated with divine thunder, are you sure you're not Pikachu Adult? Hello Electro Rat, I'm a coffin spirit.

"Later, the master knew about my roots and feet, and specially gave me the innate spirit treasure purple electric hammer." Duobao Daoist continued, "I caught up with the last sermon in Zixiao Palace, and I was fortunate enough to be taken to the Fenbao Cliff and got a seven-story pagoda, which I named Duobao Pagoda, absorbing stars and changing the moon, and the power is unparalleled. In order to increase its mystery, I have also smelted all the magic weapons I have collected over the years. ”

Oh, okay, you're good. Use your own name to name the magic weapon, and those who don't know think that you and I are the same as when I was on the spot, and you are also a poor ghost who fights on the body at every turn. My senior brother, why did you bring me here for a long time?

Wo Cao, he is the senior brother, won't I become the second senior brother...... The famous image of a fat-headed, big-eared man carrying a nine-toothed nail rake popped out of my head.

Bah, I'm a serious Elder Hakqing, please call me Teacher Lighting Lamp Thank you.

"Hahahaha, most of the cultivation I can get today is due to the master and the two masters. Daoyou entered my Xuanmen, but Sansheng was lucky. ”

Duobao Daoist said and spoke, it seemed to arouse the emotion in his heart, and the seven emotions were on the head, and he actually struck the knots on the stone table with his fingers, and sang loudly: "I want to ride a tiger to the eight extremes, because I heard that Kunlun has the truth of immortals." The master has a wonderful way, and wrestles with the sky to get life. Don't seek fame or profit, you have to be willing to worship the sect. Untie the shackles and reincarnate the soul of the body. ”

"When I talked to you today, I couldn't help but recall the past, and I couldn't help myself, but I made the friends of the lantern laugh. Leave! After singing, Duobao Daoist suddenly stood up, put his hands behind his back like an old cadre, and left the bamboo pavilion step by step.

Standing with hands in tow seems to be the shape that these protagonists like to pose. In fact, whether you walk or stand with your hands down, it looks quite silly. Every time I see them, I can't help but think of the old man walking in the high-dimensional world, or the turtle fairy in "Dragon Ball".

But then again...... As I bid farewell to Mr. Duobao, I wondered in my heart, what was the purpose of his visit? Just to remember the past and look forward to the future? However, that poem is better than the author's match for Tianxuan, although it is still mediocre, but at least it is at the level of smooth talk.

Wait, that poem?

I lowered my head and was about to think about it, but I found that a series of cloud seal immortal handwritings had been left on the bluestone desktop at some point.

The tabletop was supposed to be clean, but now it was covered with a layer of dust, and the handwriting stood out in the dust.

There will also be dust in the immortal blessed land and the saint's dojo?

-- It's not dust. I used my mana to gather my eyes and examine it closely, and found that this so-called "dust" was actually extremely fine bluestone powder.

Was it shattered by the Duobao Dao people?

He seems to be knocking on the table inadvertently, but he is actually casting a spell to shake the most surface layer of the table into powder, leaving the handwriting?

What is the mystery hidden in this poem?

"I want to ride a tiger to the eight extremes, because I hear that Kunlun has a fairy truth......" I muttered reading these poems, always feeling that it looked a little awkward. Why are these lines read from left to right in a horizontal row? This is not a reading habit in the desolate world.

The desolate world, like the ancient times of the high-dimensional world, is vertically typeset and read from right to left.

Thinking so, I subconsciously glanced at the poem vertically - "Hidden head poem? I subconsciously held my breath and continued to watch quietly.

"I, yes, Lord, horn, no, get, deliver, deliverance." The eight first words were connected, like a bombshell, and set off a storm in my heart.

"I'm the protagonist, I can't be free?!"

Duobao Dao people realize that they are the protagonists? He's awakened too?

When did he find out? Why do you want to send messages to me in such a subtle way?

One question after another lingered in my mind, but obviously I couldn't just rush over and ask someone from Duobao Dao to open my mouth to understand.

After taking a few deep breaths, I silently memorized the whole poem in my head, and with a flick of my sleeve, the table was dusty, exactly as it was before the two of us talked.

Suppose the Duobao Dao people have really awakened. So what will he do? I can't go against the logic of my character, I can't go against the general trend of the story. The only thing you can do is keep taking advantage of the loopholes. As the main character, will he have more freedom than me?

Another question is, why does he know that I am awakened too? Otherwise, if I hadn't woken up, wouldn't it have given the blind a flattering eye? Maybe I'll face the punishment of restarting the story, just like I did when I tried to tell the truth to others in the past.

The most likely answer is that this world is not the first world that the protagonist awakens.

Therefore, it is possible for the main character, like me, to slowly grope for the patterns of the story and become aware of the fact that I have awakened. Even in this story, he tried to tell me about him.

Realizing the protagonist's awakening, I began to wonder if he had shown some signs of anomalies.

“…… Anyway, the people who can go with you are nothing more than some old, weak, sick and disabled, and if you cross them, can you still reproduce a million accounts? ”

"Zhun Ti, you are barren in the West, then educate your people over there, don't go to the East to fight the autumn wind if you have nothing to do!"

"I have the innate treasure measuring heavenly ruler in my hand, and I also have the twelve-grade Qinglian, the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, the Zhushen Sword, the Chaos Bead, and the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag. The best magic weapon on your body is the Seven Treasures Tree, right? I have a magic weapon in my hand, which is equivalent to your grade. ”

"Hahaha, just to remind you, my Mingjiao has received a few good materials and beautiful jade, and I have been worshiped by the emperor, and my luck is booming. I also have the merit of opening the heavens, which is the clock of heaven and earth, so don't be delusional. ”

……

The conversation between Tianxuan and me on the east-west border suddenly jumped into my mind.

At that time, I was still on the verge of mentioning it, and the protagonist Tianxuan suddenly appeared and said some sarcastic words to me. I thought he was just taunting me with words, but now it seems that there is something else to it.

First of all, the protagonist shakes out his strength as if he is showing off his family background, and indirectly tells me where the plot on his side has progressed. That's why I can grasp the progress of the Western revival project and let the West's fortune override the Xuanmen.

Secondly, the protagonist seems to be trying to avoid conflict with me. According to common sense, when the protagonist meets me, I will most likely suffer. Especially at that time, he caught me smuggling the Oriental population, and the protagonist didn't actually do a fight with me, which is incredible. But thinking about it carefully, his verbal ridicule is barely in line with the logic of the character Tianxuan. Perhaps, like me, he is also taking advantage of loopholes on the basis of not violating the role itself, and is unwilling to do anything with me.

In this way, he had already awakened at that time. Caught his attention because what I did went beyond the content of the plot?

And what about the world behind it? In the story of the Holy Father and the Emperor?

I frowned, searched for dry intestines, and recalled the strangeness of the Qingzhu Dao people.

Can't think of it.

No, no, I can spoil this story along with it, which is strange in itself.

I knew in my heart that I was actually mediocre when dealing with that story. If there really is any system or god in the dark to give me a score, the first story may be able to give me eight points, and the second one can only give me a passing six points.

There are indeed not many flaws in that story, and I was reluctant to get the recognition of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor in the end. If before that, the protagonist Qingzhu Daoren ends the retreat, it may not be my turn to force so much in front of the human emperor.

And yet I succeeded.

The protagonist Qingzhu Daoren seems to have closed the dead pass, and has also set up an isolation circle outside the room. Unless he breaks through the realm inside and takes the initiative to open the barrier, the movement outside can't be transmitted inside. Naturally, he had no way of knowing about my conversation with Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

Could it be that he took the initiative to make the arrangement? Just so that I can let go of my hands and seize the position of emperor. Since he doesn't know, then he doesn't have to abide by the character and jump out to fight with me?

This possibility should not be ruled out.

I should have tried to talk to him - without violating the logic of the character - and I guess he had a lot of questions in mind, and I guess he was the same.

Carefully recalling the Hong Huangwen in the high-dimensional world, I think the restrictions on the protagonist are probably heavier than mine.

The reason is simple, because he is the protagonist of a story. The author's description of the protagonist of the story is always the most detailed, every move, word and deed, and even the psychological activities and expressions of the protagonist. Wherever it can be recorded, the protagonist cannot go against the logic of his character's actions, nor can he go against the general trend of the plot.

It sounded terrifying, as if an invisible pair of eyes were watching him all the time.

In such a situation, the protagonist can still manage to give me hints and help many times, which is really amazing.

How did he do it? Could it be that the refinement skills have been refined, and the surface of consciousness is one idea, and the inner layer is another thought?

Perhaps.

He became a Duobao Daoist in this story, and then came to talk to me. The superficial idea should be "take the opportunity to knock on the lantern Daoist, and give him both grace and power, so that he doesn't have a bad heart for the Xuanmen", and the inner layer is to take the opportunity to remind me of his identity. Then the poems he recited, as well as the spells he cast and left books on the table, I am afraid that they are all products of consciousness.

So, how exactly should I respond to him?

This question quickly overcame the other questions and lingered in my mind.