On a clear day, the sky is cloudless, and a river that appears to be a little black and floats with all kinds of plastic waste flows slowly, and occasionally small fish swim to the surface, leaving a spreading streak of water with a swing of its tail. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's right, even in such a dirty river, there are still fish living happily.

Somewhere along the river, a stone bridge spans both banks, and on the bridge is a field of passing vehicles, and below the stone bridge is a field of weeds that is more than half a man high.

The Xuantian Temple was placed in such a hidden place.

Airplanes!

I only heard a buzzing sound like the air vibrating, and a figure flashed out of the Xuantian Temple, it was Fang G, after returning to this real world through the machine spirit of the Xuantian Temple, Fang G immediately took out his mobile phone, looking for a signal, fortunately, the signal here is very good.

"Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Cosmic Server Manifestation!" Fang G prayed as he opened the text box.

However, Fang Mo didn't see what he was expecting, and in the intercepted text messages, there was no latest announcement from the space server.

Did you really miss the information?

Hey? Wait a minute.

Fang Mo always figured things out at the most critical moments, and he now thought of some key things.

Originally, Fang Mo thought that he had missed the information of the space server, but a conjecture that suddenly popped into his mind now made him think again.

"The universe server should be governed by everything, including the real world and the fantasy world." Fang Mo thought like this, he remembered that the universe server had mentioned that it was calculating the arrival points of various fantasy characters, and since it was possible to predict the fantasy characters before they arrived, it was obvious that they had already reached the level of monitoring the movements of every atom in all fantasy worlds.

Since the cosmic server monitors everything, the world inside the Xuantian Temple should also be a monitored fantasy space world, and the cosmic server can project information to the real world, so it is very likely that it can also be projected to the Xuantian Temple.

Thinking of this, the worries in Fang Mo's heart also dissipated a little, of course, everything was just his guess.

Suddenly, Fang Mo seemed to remember something, and he realized that he was really stupid, and he even forgot something so convenient.

Fang Mo remembered the special channel '42', which was left by the cosmic server to all the intelligence forerunners in another intelligence channel.

Wouldn't asking '42' directly verify your conjecture?

Thinking of this, Fang Mo hurriedly opened the text message box and found the previous '42' specific channel, he sent his conjecture as a question, and soon had a new answer.

Space server: "The judgment is correct, the space server's information delivery is not limited to any world and space. ”

In order to further verify this, Fang Mo returned to the Xuantian Temple, and when all the signal grids disappeared in an instant, he asked the '42' channel: "Hello, can you hear me?" ”

Ding dong.

The Cosmos server quickly responded: "Please don't waste precious traffic asking such a low-value question. ”

Fang Mo quickly pulled down a black line on his face, it seems that this universe server is still a little arrogant, but now he has determined that whether his mobile phone can receive the message of the universe server has nothing to do with the strength of the signal on the mobile phone.

In this way, Fang G no longer has to worry about not receiving information, but because he is now in the Xuantian Temple again, although Fang G has solved the problem of contacting the universe server, other problems associated with this problem have attracted his attention, that is, how will he surf the Internet and watch TV in the future?

I can contact the universe server in the Xuantian Temple, which does not mean that I can contact other people who are important to me in the same way, such as Li Ting, and my family members who have not seen each other a few times that year.

Li Ting has graduated, and he may be looking for a job next, if it is in this city, then he can directly take care of the protection, and Fang G has a younger brother who is a soldier in the army, for the time being, Fang G does not need to worry, because the strongest self-protection ability should be a soldier.

As for his parents, they are also on the other side of the city, opening a small restaurant, originally said that Fang Mo planned to go home after losing his job, and even after recruiting Li Yuanfang and Xiang Yu, he planned to set up a line of defense near his home first.

Fang Mo wants to protect this world, but the most important thing is his relatives in the final analysis, if he can't even protect his relatives, he still protects the world of fart, and the savior is just a dream.

However, because of the bad intersection with the police when looking for Lin Dong, the other intelligence pioneer seemed to be in a high position, Fang Mo had to change his plan, there is no doubt that the other party will definitely find out his identity, and one of the ways for them to find themselves is to find Fang Ji's parents.

Although Fang Mo left a message for the other party, hoping that the other party could leave some leeway for each other to do things and not go too far, he could not rule out the possibility that the other party did not appreciate it at all.

In any case, what Fang G couldn't tolerate was that his relatives and friends were affected because of his own affairs.

"Sure enough, I still have to find a time to go home and have a look." Fang Mo was still a little uneasy at the thought of his family, he walked quickly to a corridor in the Xuantian Palace, and after bypassing a large room, he returned to the house under construction.

Previously, because he was too conspicuous and not good at concealment, Fang G did not choose to go home, if someone lurked around his home, waiting for his appearance, then Fang G had a great chance of exposing himself, but now it is different, with Lin Dong's Xuantian Palace, a mobile residence that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, coupled with Lin Dong's anti-investigation methods, he can easily return to the vicinity of his home.

Fang Mo returned to the construction site, and at this time, Li Yuanfang had already built the outline of a house covering an area of about 200 square meters according to Fang Ji's design drawings.

The pillars made of divine iron and the walls made of spirit stones make this house strong enough to withstand the impact of high explosives, and the windows made of strange spars allow light to spread throughout the house in other ways, and these materials are actually tempered in the past, if the Xuantian Temple can really work, it will probably not be a problem to build a house that can withstand a nuclear explosion.

For the next two days, Fang Mo and Li Yuanfang were constantly busy, trying to build this hut of their own, while in a room in the Xuantian Temple, Xiang Yu wielded the Yuan-devouring spear, trying to make it his most handy weapon.

At the same time, Lin Dong, who was exploring the situation in the outside world, gradually figured out many characteristics and structures of modern society.

At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the top of a building dozens of meters high, Lin Dong leaned against the lightning rod, and his eyes were focused on a book in his hand.

This book is none other than "Martial Arts".

Lin Dong saw the chapter of Ying Huanhuan's burning reincarnation for himself at the end, he was silent for a long time, like a lonely man, and then he slowly closed the book, and finally swept his gaze over a certain name on the cover of the book.

"It turned out that the author who created me ... Is that him? ”

(To be continued)