One second it was a starry sky and it was late at night, and the next second it was twilight approaching dusk.

One foot down, thousands of miles but in an instant, it is said: shrinking the ground into inches.

"Traveling in the North Sea is vast, and the green snake in the sleeve is bold", if Yi Qiu's charm is higher, there is also a hint of immortal meaning.

But when he set up the evil wind and the black fog rolled, all the fairy demeanor was gone......

In Lev's studio, Yi Qiu and Lev leaned against the sofa in the lounge area.

The newly renovated fireplace is giving off a pleasant warmth, and the semi-enclosed studio is filled with the scent of firewood barbecue and a faint smell of motor oil.

That's the first half of Lev's work: he did a maintenance and cleaning of some of the machinery in his studio.

Although Lev's current skills are no longer very dependent on mechanical equipment.

But occasionally, he needs to replace something repetitive, boring, and untechnical with these things.

In this regard, the mechanical equipment has a great advantage and can save a lot of time and energy of the forger.

Lev's energy is adequate, but he doesn't have much time......

"You said your son wanted to learn...... Sambo? ”

Because he had redeemed the Russian language pack before, Yi Qiu was able to understand Russian.

However, the language pack is sometimes like a more convenient Xinhua dictionary, and some local unique nouns need to be searched by yourself to know its true meaning.

Because of the acceleration of his thinking, Yi Qiu only took half a second to find the definition related to Sangbo.

To put it simply, it is a hand-to-hand fighting technique native to the bear country.

"Yes, he looked at the bear head I had in the living room, and shouted that he was going to hunt a bear with his bare hands as a gift for his beloved girl!"

"I told him not to disgrace our family with a black bear! Hahaha! ”

Lev laughed and laughed, quite a bit of a "father" demeanor, and he couldn't see the sadness of sleeping on the sofa for a week because of this incident.

"How old is your son?"

Yi Qiu took a sip of vodka, and then continued to make small talk with Lev.

He was used to drastic changes in the environment in a short period of time, and he didn't get tired from changing scenes multiple times in a row.

"15 years old, a sturdy guy, you can teach him a few hands if you are interested, my son is definitely not a stupid guy."

In Xiongguo, the legal age of marriage is 14 years old, so flirting with girls at the age of 15 is also a rare and common thing.

"Mine is not suitable for him, I have only mastered two schools of martial arts now, a dragon-shaped fist needs enough strength to maintain its power, and the tearing flow is even more demanding."

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, although based on the level of hand-to-hand combat, he was now fluent in all kinds of hand-to-hand combat skills.

More reliable is not obtained through learning, but through the direct transmission and inculcation of the level of the warrior monk.

It had become something almost instinctive, so he naturally didn't know how to teach.

"Regrettable...... Let the cub do it himself. ”

Lev waved his hand indifferently, as a player with the status of an apprentice-level warrior, he naturally understood this.

He had tried to teach his best swordsmanship to his best friend, but failed.

Although transcendent skills are not such a rare thing for the multiverse, it does not mean that its cultivation is such a simple thing for ordinary humans.

However, he didn't want Yi Qiu to teach his son, although that was better, it didn't have any substantive significance.

Just as he was dealing with the magic ore that Yi Qiu had brought him as a gift, he discovered that one of the ores contained a spar wrapped in an alien insect.

After being identified by the heald web, it is the amber of a brown-haired spiny spider of the bristle family.

There is no special use, and the only value is its own ornamental value and collection significance.

After all, this is a biological amber from an exotic land tens of thousands of years ago, so it naturally has its collection value.

Naturally, this brown-haired spiny spider has long since lost its life, but it still looks like it was alive under the amber wrap, as if time has stood still.

Lev had naturally seen amber before, but the amber he had found from the ore he had collected from Yi Qiu's Dragon's Lair had given him a new touch.

Maybe it's the emotion of the dragon, maybe it's a little envy of Yi Qiu's wonderful adventure life, or maybe it's the vastness and depth of the multiverse that makes him have some new touches......

Lev put the wine bottle on the table, then looked at Yi Qiu, he squirmed his lips and said:

"Easy, time is the greatest and fair referee......"

Lev's expression was a little dazed, and even his tone became a little subtle.

"I don't know if I'll regret my choice when I close my eyes in the twilight."

"But I think about it, even regret is bitter with a hint of sweetness......"

"I once believed, and now I am convinced: you will go beyond the limits of mortal things."

"A hundred years from now, if any of my heirs are selected by the comprehensive network......"

"Tell him that his great-grandfather wants him to see the endless starry sky for him......"

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After a hearty drink, Yi Qiu returned to the temple with a drunken body and stepped on the tail of the night.

Men's friendship doesn't need to be too strong, drink together in their spare time, talk about the mountains, or go to the summoner's canyon and the Arathi basin to warm up old dreams.

Simple and pure, no need to mix anything else.

The snowy mountain breeze was slightly cool, and a small temple hidden on the ridge on the lonely mountain looked particularly cold.

Reunion is only a momentary eagerness, and loneliness is a long-term friend.

From the banquet with staggered cups to the small gathering of toasts, the hustle and bustle, and the celebration, all the warm emotions precipitated, leaving only the deep lake in the soul exuding a quiet light.

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, he was already used to this kind of loneliness.

Or it is not solitude, but a stage to which the spiritual practice must be adapted.

The meditation practice of the warrior monk initially sharpens the resistance to pain, and then tests the perseverance to temptation.

And what always accompanies the period is the habit of loneliness.

Yi Qiu stood on the top of the snowy mountain, and he unraveled the effect of the fashion.

The increasingly impatient mountain wind blew the black robe behind him fiercely, and the cold light of the moonlight reflected on his smooth head.

The morning star was already glittering its brilliance, night and morning mingling, darkness and light intermingling.

Yi Qiu opened his backpack, and in the compartment he had pre-placed, a key with a strange light was lying there quietly.

That's the ticket to purgatory......