"It has nothing to do with looks, is there such a contradictory truth as logic?"

Le Youyou glanced at Li Mengnan, this product is good at everything, so he never speaks in tune.

Li Mengnan broke off an unused clean bamboo stick, held it in his hand in the shape of a pen, and drew irregular lines on the table, saying: "The pen fairy, in essence, is actually just a divination game, its principle is to use self-hypnosis to enter the alayya consciousness, which the scientific community calls the human collective unconscious network, where all human knowledge and memories can be found, even including the ancient memories left by ancestors in genes.

However, for people who have not been specially cultivated, the strength of individual brain waves is not enough to connect to the alayya, so this kind of divination game can only be performed by multiple people, and the more people there are, the more unified the consciousness, and the more accurate the divination results will be. ”

This is actually the core of the fortune teller's lineage, what is the birth of the eight characters to see the stars and push the yellow calendar, that is all to fool the layman.

But this is also the real ability of people, the eighth sense of Alaya is not the door of the vegetable market, but not anyone who wants to enter can go in to see, in addition to spiritual cultivation, but also need a very high state of mind cultivation, can reach a very high level of soothsayers not to say that the monk is almost the same, it is very rare.

Li Mengnan also pondered it, but unfortunately he couldn't even touch the door of Alayya's knowledge.

Well, he's going to admit it, he's just a vulgar guy.

Le Youyou was dumbfounded, and was stunned for a long time before saying: "It's the first time I've heard someone explain the pen fairy like this, it seems to really make sense, and I have a long knowledge...... However, since it's just a divination game, why is it so weird and scary? ”

"It should be said that it is a kind of human nature, and when we encounter a phenomenon that is real but cannot be explained, we will blame it on ghosts and gods."

Lei Gongdian Mother, Wind Master Yubo, Mountain God Dragon King...... Human beings' awe of the great power of nature and their own rich imagination have created countless mythological images since ancient times, and even endowed them with their own characters and appearances, but unfortunately, with the deepening of human exploration of heaven and earth, these "gods" created by human beings and truly existed in a certain way can no longer be seen.

"Don't believe it, I heard from my friends that when they were playing supernatural games in the 610 dormitory, they all saw the red-clothed senior sister who died two years ago......"

Chen Lingling only seemed to hear Li Mengnan's last words of "gods and ghosts", and hurriedly interjected and retorted.

This is an important piece of information, and if multiple people see it at the same time, it means that it is not an autosuggestive hallucination formed by the influence of the phantom force field in the brain, and there are "ghosts" in this phantom force field.

The illusion force field with and without ghosts, even if the intensity is the same, the danger is very different.

It's like a team of people and a group of people, it's basically two different concepts.

"What does the red-clothed senior sister look like?"

"It is said that it looks no different from the photos taken before his death." Chen Lingling thought for a while and said.

"Your friends are bold enough to play games with ghosts." Seeing that Chen Lingling was determined, Yu Meixin's position was also a little shaken, girls, it seems that they are naturally willing to believe in the supernatural things of those gods and ghosts, "However, didn't you say that the senior sister committed suicide?" Dying with resentment, it should be a ghost, how can it be so peaceful? ”

Chen Lingling couldn't explain it, hesitated for a long time, and said uncertainly: "Probably...... Is it because the red-clothed senior sister had a better temper before her death? ”

Li Mengnan narrowed his eyes and pinched his chin thoughtfully.

"! A few brothers are sitting here today, what's the matter, don't let me? ”

The sudden uproar was like a dissonant note, disturbing the rhythm of the city symphony.

Not far away, in front of the table of Zhuang Jia and the young man in white, more than a dozen men surrounded the two of them with fierce faces, and the diners at the adjacent table quietly moved their seats to the distance, for fear of being affected by the pond fish.

"Huh? It's time to eat a skewer, how can you say that the fight will start? Are little white faces born with the hidden attribute of mockery? ”

Although Li Mengnan was busy setting up a fire to barbecue just now, he didn't pay attention to the situation on Zhuang Jia's side at all, but from the confrontation situation at the scene and the positions of the two sides, as long as the IQ is over 80, he can basically guess what happened just now.

The group of gangster-looking young people came to eat barbecue to contact their feelings, and there were no vacant seats during the peak business period, and it happened that Zhuang Jia and Wu Mingyuan occupied a big round table, and the group of young people wanted to change seats with them, maybe the tone of these young people was not good, or maybe Wu Mingyuan's personality was too arrogant, and he was put on ordinary people to fart a big thing, and he was forced to make a posture of opening the film.

Li Mengnan shook his head, he was not surprised at all that the situation would evolve like this, almost all the people from the martial arts family were troublemakers, and they never seemed to know what it meant to "endure the calm for a while, take a step back and open the sea and the sky", they are all strong bull characters who go to the end with a tendon.

They call this honing the heart of a strong man, and make themselves look like the protagonists in online novels.

"Sister Youyou, do you think they'll fight?" Chen Lingling seemed to be particularly excited to see a live PK right away, and her petite body writhed around in her seat.

"Probably not, right? This is not a ring match, the nature of the fight is very strict, they should always consider the police, right? ”

"Trust me, they're going to fight...... I rub, it's too fast! ”

Li Mengnan has just made a prediction when the old god is there, and the film has already started directly, the young man in white is alone with his bare hands fighting more than a dozen tattooed gangsters, fists and feet, tables, chairs and benches flying together, clanging and not lively, making it the same as the latest action blockbuster, and there are many unaware follow-up onlookers looking for cameras everywhere with inexplicable faces.

I have to say, this Wu Mingyuan is really not a good thing, there is still quite a real kung fu under his hands, leading the qi with intention, destroying the force with qi, three plates and six points inside and outside, magnificent, all directions are full of force is the eye, the whole body is the hand, the movement is changing, the change is changing, the spirit is the spirit, inch by inch, hard open and hard fighting, the characteristics of Bajiquan "suffer, help, squeeze, rely on, collapse, shake" are vividly embodied, it is just like a vivid live boxing book.

"Alas, it's a pity, I thought this little white face could hold on for a while, but I didn't expect to lose so soon." After watching it for less than half a minute, Li Mengnan shook his head regretfully.

Chen Lingling is a fan of Wu Mingyuan, how could she sit back and watch her idol being insulted, and immediately unceremoniously ridiculed each other: "Lose? How can it be? Wu Mingyuan obviously still has the upper hand! Li Mengnan, could it be that you are jealous that people's parents are more handsome than you, and deliberately curse others? ”

As soon as the words fell, the fairy-like beer bottle that flew a day away slapped firmly on the back of Wu Mingyuan's head, and the emerald green glass slag and bright red blood flowers flew together, with a strange beauty that is said to be called the aesthetics of violence, smashing him to a stumbling block, his head was opened on the spot, and the white clothes that pulled the wind were splashed with blood spots of all sizes.

Chen Lingling couldn't help but let out a frightened scream comparable to a dolphin sound, obviously this girl was also a pseudo-martial arts fan, she only saw muscles, but not blood.

Although Bajiquan pays attention to hard opening and hard fighting, but after all, it is not as resistant to the fight as the Thirteenth Taibao Henglian, this wine bottle smashed down, and Wu Mingyuan was stunned at that time, and the fist in his hand was immediately deformed.

Seeing that there was an opportunity, those gangster youths did not hesitate to pick up the empty beer bottles available everywhere and greet Wu Mingyuan's head and body, and they didn't get close, but just threw them from afar, and the green light flying across the sky was like a Katyusha rocket launcher at full speed.

For people who practice martial arts, the empty wine bottle thrown is actually not very lethal, and it is not even as lethal as an ordinary person's punch, but the splash damage after the shattering of this thing is too disgusting, even if most of the martial artists have rough skin and thick flesh and do not look at this skin trauma, but no matter how good the martial arts are, it is impossible for the martial artist to practice kung fu to the eyes, and if he is not careful, he is in danger of blindness.

Wu Mingyuan didn't care about the dignity of a warrior at this moment, his hands tightly protected his head and face, and the whole person got under the plastic dining table, and the white clothes on his body were full of blood spots and wine stains on Huang Bulaji.

"Those who come out to mix the rivers and lakes have to pretend to be grandchildren for three years with their tails between their legs...... This little white face must not have listened to the old man in the family. Li Mengnan said cool words while picking his teeth with a bamboo stick, he was not afraid of big things when he watched the excitement, and he wished that the gangsters could start a little darker.

Who made that kid look more handsome than him.

"Isn't it, Lingling, this is your idol? Didn't you say that the boxing method is passed on, and ordinary five or six strong men are not allowed to get close? How can you be beaten like a dog......"

Yu Meixin's words are quite mean, she cares more about a man's career and financial resources, Wu Mingyuan's outstanding appearance like an idol star also deceived an immature girl like Chen Lingling, and there will be no extra points for her.

"I ...... I don't know, it shouldn't be like this......"

Chen Lingling was about to cry, the development of events in her imagination should have been Wu Mingyuan's devastating sweep of more than a dozen gangsters like a decent young man in a martial arts movie, and then she brushed off her clothes to hide her merit and fame, but she never expected such a dramatic reversal.

She wanted to explain her idol, but the fact that she was fighting in front of her made her unable to argue.

"Reality is not acting, it is not the inevitable triumph of justice over evil...... What's more, that little white face does not necessarily represent justice. ”

Li Mengnan has some sympathy for this girl named Chen Lingling, which girl is not pregnant with spring, watching the person she admires from a wolf to a wang, and the spiritual wounds caused by the collapse of faith are difficult to heal.

Le Youyou secretly stabbed Li Mengnan in the waist and complained: "Lingling is already very sad, you don't have to say a word...... But then again, how do you know that Wu Mingyuan will lose? ”

Half a minute before the start of the war, Wu Mingyuan could be said to have the advantage, beating more than a dozen gangsters crying and calling his mother powerless, no one would have thought that he would be defeated so completely.

"Most of the newcomers from the martial arts family are like this, and when you see his first move, you know that this is definitely the result."

In addition to the strength of the warriors from their unique way of fighting their muscles and bones, it also depends more on their actual combat experience, and in this country where harmony and stability are overwhelming, it is impossible to provide warriors with the opportunity for frequent and high-intensity life-and-death battles in ancient times.

Most of the newcomers from modern martial arts families, most of their actual combat experience comes from the ring, and they are accustomed to the point to the end, not hurting the vital way of playing, once they encounter real combat, they will also be reflexive with their subordinates, and it is difficult to make the enemy lose their combat effectiveness at the first time, but they will fall into an endless siege.

And a mistake that newcomers to martial artists are also prone to make is rigidity, in the absence of standard weapons, they only know how to use their fists and feet, and they don't know how to use the objects available everywhere at hand to increase their own advantages.

"Ahh

Gangsters fight without considering whether they will hurt innocents, not to mention that they are still using "civilian weapons of mass destruction", the explosion range is not controllable at all, and a terrible scream suddenly rushed out from the successive shattering sounds, and someone was still injured by mistake.

Speaking of which, this unlucky guy is still an acquaintance, and it is Zhuang Jia's rich girl.

For Zhuang Jia, this is definitely a disaster, when the conflict occurred, she thought that with Wu Mingyuan's strength, she could easily solve these scum with only five combat effectiveness, so she sat firmly on Diaoyutai, and the gentleman didn't think about it at all.

No matter how plump the ideal is, it can't resist the bone sense of reality, so Zhuang Jia is tragic, after the counterattack of the five scum begins, he is completely trapped in it and can't escape, although the other party's target is not her, but he was still injured by the "stray bullet" flying all over the sky, and he was hit by a wine bottle on his forehead, and the blood flowed heavily, and he didn't know how the injury was.

Seeing that she can still scream so energetically at the moment, it is estimated that it should not be a big deal.

Li Mengnan didn't know if he was too psychologically dark, but he actually felt that the screams of the rich girl were quite good, high-pitched and tactful, which was a bit of an island country action movie heroine shouting "Yiku".

This is also a talent, I can't imagine that such a petite body can contain such a powerful explosive power......

"Oh no, someone got hurt...... Damn, why haven't the police come yet? Leyouyou kept calling the police, and he was in a hurry.

"The police don't know how to escape, and it takes ten minutes to go to the police at the earliest, these gangsters are all veterans of fighting, and they can solve the battle in three minutes, and they will definitely scatter and disappear before the police arrive...... Anyway, isn't that Zhuang Jia your old enemy? Why do you still care so much about her? ”

Le Youyou's attitude made Li Mengnan a little incomprehensible, but that kind of heartfelt worry really can't be faked, could it be that there is actually another story between the two?

"Li Mengnan, I beg you for one thing, can you save Zhuang Jia?"

Le Youyou grabbed Li Mengnan's arm, his expression revealing a trace of anxiety.

As expected, Le Youyou still hit him with the idea, and Li Mengnan could only think that this girl was overflowing with love from the heart of the Virgin.

"You're worried about her injury, so aren't you worried about me breaking my appearance? What if I was disfigured by the broken glass that flew like a stray bullet from the Normandy landings? ”

If it were Le Youyou, Li Mengnan would have to rescue her even if he risked his life, but Zhuang Jia and him were not related, even if he had inadvertently seen this ** of showing off her rich girl, but that was also the reward for saving her from the tiger's mouth last time, and it had already been cleared.

Besides, he has long passed the age of the sperm worm on the brain, and he won't see that the little girl is beautiful, and his head will rush up to play what kind of hero to save the beauty, how can there be so many personal promises, this kind of bridge is originally a group of ancient slings written from me yy, whoever is serious will lose.

Li Mengnan's attitude was resolute, but after all, he couldn't stand Le Youyou pinching his veins, and he didn't continue to beg softly, just stared straight at him with those beautiful peach blossom eyes, and his long eyelashes like a small brush flickered, with a posture of "I've already put the words here, okay, you can do it today".

"Okay, I'll go."

Finally, Li Mengnan was defeated in frustration, just like a hairy boy who was forced to take responsibility for the belly of a certain village woman...... Okay, it might be a bit vulgar to describe it, but it is completely apt to show his reluctant mood at the moment.

Brother is here to go to school, not to be a part-time savior, what the world needs is law, not heroes.

What's more, since ancient times, the word "hero" has almost been equated with "tragic character", and it is definitely not as glamorous as it sounds.

Li Mengnan lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, picked up two empty beer bottles from the next seat, pretended to escape from the scene of the group fight, and sneaked around from the side.

This is the advantage of not being constrained by the concept of "hero", and the options for fighting are suddenly clear, and no one will jump out to accuse you of not being above board.

It's a pity that the conditions are limited, and he can't find the weapon at hand to fight asymmetrical combat, which makes Li Mengnan feel a lot of pressure and a heavy burden on his shoulders.

If possible, he would prefer to have two Molotov cocktails (another name for homemade Molotov cocktails) rather than civilian beer bottles that lack destructive power.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention the group?

The scene was quite chaotic, with shiny beer bottle crumbs all over the floor, plastic tables and chairs staggering, overturned stainless steel dinner plates buckled upside down on the ground, and fragrant and charred meat skewers that had already been trampled into a lump of black paint and smeared like by diners who had been scattered by birds and beasts.

Human beings' sense of existence basically depends on appearance, from this point of view, Li Mengnan was born with little sense of existence, although there were also a few gangsters who noticed that there seemed to be such a sneaky guy on the periphery, but he turned him into a passerby with just a glance, and he didn't realize that this thing was actually here to fish in troubled waters.