Gong Yaming, who was listening with relish, knew what Lu Dada meant to stop his mouth, but he still had the idea of what to do, and asked, "Uncle Dada, why can 'God' and 'Nuclear' be considered one?" ”

Sure enough, just as Gong Yaming expected, Rudada shook his head and said, "Yaming, this kind of question has already involved the core of the Momen Technique.

And even if you knew, it wouldn't help you manipulate the ink in the slightest, so I can't tell you until you really join the ink gate.

In fact, I just told you the basic mystery of the 'core, meridian, skin, and god' of the ink vessel, because after you have completed the initiation ceremony, I will give you an ink vessel called 'Creation Mountain', if you don't understand the superficial knowledge of the ink vessel, I'm afraid you won't be able to use it very well, and you will ruin this 'famous vessel'. ”

Hearing Lu Dada's words, he knew that the ink weapon must not be used easily in the Federation, and Gong Yaming, who had a huge volume of ordinary ink weapons, was slightly stunned, and deliberately said: "Uncle Dada, listening to you say this, it seems that it is very simple to manipulate the ink device, and I can understand it as soon as I learn it."

Could it be that the ink weapon is like a combat machine, which is manipulated with a stand-in ability? ”

Ruda thought for a moment and said: "The manipulation of the ink requires 'human-machine communication', and the person who manipulates the ink is not necessarily a stand-in messenger, but the stand-in messenger can often quickly master the method of manipulating the ink.

But as I said earlier, being able to manipulate the ink does not mean that you can use it well, and only by feeling the relationship between the 'core, meridian, skin, and god' of the ink that I told you can really exert its power. ”

"Then if I use the ink weapon, won't I be recognized and accepted the ink inheritance?" Gong Yaming asked again.

Rudada shook his head and said: "Yaming, of course the ink weapon cannot be used at will, I handed over the Creation Mountain to you because it is easy to carry, and you have the identity of a professional explorer, it doesn't matter if you use it carefully on the primordial planet, and once you encounter danger, maybe it can save your life." ”

Hearing Lu Dada say this, Gong Yaming knew that the ink weapon he gave him must have an extraordinary origin, so he said with a smile: "Uncle Dada, I am now accustomed to the exploration of the primordial planet, and I am very cautious in choosing tasks, I don't need to rely on any ink weapon to save my life, you still keep the Creation Mountain for your own use." ”

"Except for the occasional stay in the mountain gate for a few days, I usually design drawings in Xijing City," Lu Dada's eyes flashed with a strange light, and said with a smile: "How can I have the opportunity to use the ink weapon, it is more useful for you to defend yourself in the Creation Mountain."

Don't argue with me about this kind of thing, you know, in my heart, you are like my own relatives, my own nephew, not to mention that after worshipping the Momen, no matter what you think in your heart, you can be regarded as my descendant disciple.

I took the opportunity to visit in front of the statue of the sages and sages to pass on the mountain of creation to you, and others have nothing to say, if you miss this opportunity, maybe it will not know who will seek it.

You must know that this is an extraordinary period when Momen has just exhausted the foundation accumulated over the past hundred years, and in the name of righteousness, even if I am the elder of the ruling hall, I am afraid that it will be inevitable..."

"Uncle Dada, is this ink artifact of Creation Mountain really so precious?" Hearing the implied meaning of Lu Dada's words, Gong Yaming, who had already felt his weight in the ink gate, said with a little surprise.

Ludada smiled and said: "Yaming, you don't understand, anything with the word 'mountain' and a human form in the ink ware must be a fine product, not to mention that this mountain is named after creation."

The creator creates and generates, and the transformer continues to evolve, and the combination of the two words represents the meaning of carrying forward the past and forging ahead into the future.

Chuanghua Mountain was made by Mozi himself thousands of years ago, although the 'warp and skin' are somewhat damaged, but after repairing completely, it is still very powerful.

The only pity is that after the 'meridians and skins' are damaged, the function of the 'internal reservoirs' of the Creation Mountain disappears, but on the other hand, if it really has the 'core, meridians, skins, and gods', it will never fall into my hands, and it will be transferred to your bag again. ”…,

"Uncle Dada, what do you mean by the inner container?" Hearing that the Creation Mountain was so precious, Gong Yaming's mind trembled, and then he asked suspiciously.

Rudada shook his head and said, "Yaming, the Inner Containment Vessel is one of the general techniques of the mechanism, and this kind of method is the foundation of the existence of my Momen, and I can't tell you until you are truly committed to the Momen." ”

In front of Lu Dada, Gong Yaming said dissatisfiedly like an ordinary teenager: "This can't be said, that can't be said."

Uncle Dada, is it reasonable that you even want to give me the Creation Mountain, but keep its missing function secret? ”

"No matter how precious this mountain is, it is just a 'vessel'," Rudada said solemnly, "and no matter how straightforward and superficial the word 'inner containment vessel' is, it is indeed a part of my Momen's 'Dao'."

Yaming, I treat you as a nephew, and you are forced to join Momen because of my involvement, so no matter how precious the 'weapon' is, I can give it to you without hesitation.

But before you have entered my ink door with sincerity, I can't pass it on to you lightly, because the so-called 'instrument' can be discarded; Say, don't die lightly'. ”

Taste the 'utensils, discarded; Dao, don't die lightly' these 9 words, Gong Yaming's face gradually became solemn, nodded thoughtfully, and whispered: "I understand Uncle Dada, thank you." ”

At this time, he vaguely realized how hard the torture Lu Dada had endured in his heart when he roughly explained to him the essence of the ink 'core, meridian, skin, and god' just now.

Looking at Gong Yaming's heavy face, Lu Dada was silent for a while, and said in a relaxed tone: "Yaming, don't think so much.

I'm going to see how your initiation ceremony is going.

If you play a virtual game for a while, take a break, tomorrow will be a great opportunity for you to improve yourself, and you must keep enough energy. ”

"I know Uncle Dada." Gong Yaming nodded vigorously and said.

Rudada smiled with relief, and finally reminded: "Yaming, don't forget that you can't get out of this wooden house until you get started, don't remember." Then he turned and left...

After Rudada left, Gong Yaming walked to the stone bed and sat down, turned on the electronic soft screen, selected a virtual game at random, played absent-mindedly for a while, then turned off the game, and lay flat on the stone bed, intending to rest for a while.

It's a pity that I'm used to sleeping in a comfortable waterbed; The stand-in ability was imprisoned again, and he couldn't fall asleep directly, tossing and turning for a long time, but he was never able to fall asleep.

I don't know how long later, Gong Yaming suddenly faintly heard a 'squeak) sound from the wooden door, he looked up and found that the door of the wooden house was slowly opening automatically.

A sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Gong Yaming lay down again, lying on his side with his back to the wooden door, and then he quickly let out a slight snoring sound, as if he had fallen asleep...

When Gong Yaming woke up, he happened to see a middle-aged woman manipulating several wooden figures with silk threads, carrying a large steaming wooden barrel, carrying a new black robe and two silver trays with 1 plate of meat buns and 4 plates of pickles, and walked into the wooden house.

"Mr. Gong, please eat and change clothes." Manipulating the wooden man to put breakfast and black robes on the stone table, and placing the bath bucket next to the stone table, the middle-aged woman shouted, and then left the wooden house with the wooden man.

"It's really worthy of advocating simplicity here, and there are such quality service staff." Gong Yaming watched the middle-aged woman disappear in front of him in a daze, muttered a wry smile, got up and got out of bed, and walked to the stone table.

He first put the black robe he had changed on a stone chair not far away so as not to get dirty during meals and baths, and then washed his hands in the bathtub, picked up the bun and ate the pickles.

Although the breakfast was simple, the portion was enough, and after eating, Gong Yaming washed his body in the wooden barrel and changed into a black robe, already looking like a senior brother of Momen. …,

After waiting patiently for a while, 12 more young men in gray robes, handsome men and dusty women, walked into the wooden house in 3 rows, and said in unison to Gong Yaming: "Mr. Gong is invited, Momen Juzi and the elders 'Ancestral Hall' have affection. ”

Seeing that although he was forced to join the Momen, the Momen etiquette was meticulously implemented, solemn and solemn, and Gong Yaming, who didn't know the etiquette of joining the Momen, arched his hand indiscriminately and said: "Good morning everyone, please take me to see Juzi and the elders immediately, don't let them wait for a long time." ”

Hearing Gong Yaming's words, the 12 gray-robed young men and women lined up on both sides and said in unison: "In this case, I will respectfully invite Mr. to go." ”

Gong Yaming turned his mind and walked among the 12 gray-robed young men and women.

In this way, although he was nominally a new disciple of the Momen, in fact, he was still like a prisoner, caught in the middle by the real Momen disciples, and walked out of the wooden door.

The scene outside the wooden house, which Gong Yaming had seen quietly when the wooden door was opened several times, was a dense forest.

Unexpectedly, when he really stepped out of the wooden door, he found that suddenly he was pitch black up and down, left and right, and his body seemed to be suspended in a desolate cosmic space without starlight, but fortunately, there was still solid ground under his feet.

At this time, the only object that Gong Yaming could see was the shadowy figures of the 12 gray-robed men and women in the Momen around him, and he could only suppress his frightened mood, and followed these Momen disciples in the middle of the big strides without knowing the direction.

Gong Yaming, who felt that the spatial position he was in seemed to be constantly changing, but it seemed to have never changed, quietly remembered the number of steps he had taken.

When he counted to 1256 steps, he suddenly felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, and a palace made entirely of logs, although it was only a low floor, but it looked magnificent, appeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

Gong Yaming was slightly stunned, and involuntarily turned around and looked back, and saw 8 or 9 big men in wooden armor shutting a huge wooden door with all their might, and looking out through the crack in the door, a lush forest came into his eyes.

"It's really a miraculous power, an unpredictable power." Even though he had a deep grudge for Momen, the magical situation he had experienced made Gong Yaming praise himself in a low voice.

His words made the faces of the 12 Momen disciples who were half escorted and half greeted, and couldn't help but show a slight sense of pride, originally because the unknown young man in front of him had directly become the disciple of the elder of the ruling hall as soon as he entered the door, and his status was immediately above these disciples of the Inner Mountain Sect, he was finally a little comforted.

I only heard them say in unison: "The gate of the Mojia Mountain has arrived, please Mr. move forward quietly, and be cautious and respectful." ”

Gong Yaming nodded and said, "I know." Imitating the appearance of the 12 Momen disciples around him, he slowed down his pace, and walked slowly and respectfully on the cyan stone road that ran through the entire wooden hall.

Along the way, I met from time to time people of different ages, appearances, temperaments, and Momen people wearing robes of various colors, most of them would smile and avoid slightly, and 13 people walked on the stone road with Gong Yaming and his party, and smiled quietly at Gong Yaming with kind eyes.

He couldn't imagine that he was walking in the headquarters of an ultra-liberal terrorist organization that had been responsible for many horrific terrorist attacks for hundreds of years.

Thinking a little confused, Gong Yaming slowly walked through many halls on the bluestone road, and finally came to a large house made of thatched and broken wood that looked extremely simple and old.

Seeing that the Momen disciples who greeted him stopped and respectfully saluted towards the empty thatched hut gate, he asked in surprise: "This broken, simple house is the ancestral hall of Momen?" ”

The Momen disciples who greeted Gong Yaming were respectfully bowing at this time, and no one answered his question, so he heard a scolding from the grass house: "Outside the ancestral hall of my Mojia Mountain Gate, who dares to make a noise?" ”…,

After this angry reprimand, Gong Yaming heard a soft voice unique to Xi Lao from the grass house: "Yuanhua, the people outside the door are the disciples of the virtuous people who are living outside, I don't know the etiquette of my Mo family, you don't have to be too harsh when you get started today."

Gong Yaming, this grass house is the ancestral hall of my Mo family, and it is the most fundamental place of the mountain gate, you should be cautious and come in to worship the ancestor icon. ”

Under the pressure of the situation, Gong Yaming replied in a low voice: "Yes." Then he walked into the hut very respectfully...

From the outside, it may be compared with the surrounding halls, the area of the thatched house is not very large, but when he walked into it, Gong Yaming found that the house covers an area of thousands of square meters.

In the middle of the thatched hut is a high platform made of bluestone, and in the center of it stands an old man wearing a dirty cloth robe, holding a wooden stick, carrying a bamboo basket on his shoulder, looking ahead, and his eyes are resolute.

Under the high platform, there are 7 or 8 old men wearing different variegated robes, including Lu Dada, standing behind the old man Xi who is wearing a black and white cloth robe, and they are staring at themselves with blazing eyes, some of which are full of kindness, some are purely plain, and some are maliciously.

Under the head of Xi Lao, Lu Dada and other big names of the Momen, there were hundreds of people of all kinds of Momen standing respectfully on both sides, and they all looked at him quietly.

Such a grand scene made Gong Yaming, who originally thought that the so-called entrance ceremony was just a slight formality, to give himself some benefits, so that when he was held hostage by Momen in the future, he would not resist fiercely, felt a little surprised in his heart.

Just when he was in a nervous mood, Elder Xi said loudly: "Mo family believer Gong Yaming, you come forward. ”

After noticing Xi Lao's loud shout, the faces and demeanor of the people in the grass house Momen were much more serious and respectful, Lu Dada's gaze was full of encouragement, and Gong Yaming vaguely felt that his entry demeanor had officially started without any prelude.

He calmed down his emotions slightly, strode up to Xi Lao in front of everyone, and replied with a graceful manner: "What do you command?" ”

"What do you think of this?" Xi Lao suddenly turned around and pointed to the old man on the high platform and asked.

Looking at the old man on the high platform, Gong Yaming wanted to collect some gorgeous rhetoric and praise, but after a closer look, his spirit was slowly infected by it, and his mouth involuntarily said: "It's very like the real thing, lifelike, when I saw it just now, I thought it was a real person standing there."

And frankly, I've never seen a figure dressed in such tattered clothes, with a root on his back, carrying what is supposed to be some kind of vegetative fibre woven vessel, which is really strange as a sculpture.

This old man was supposed to be a sick, strong-willed old man who should have stayed in bed, not..."

Speaking of this, Gong Yaming suddenly realized that his current situation was very wrong, and he told his true thoughts unabashedly, once someone changed the problem, and really revealed his identity as a laureate or the mutated banyan tree, the consequences were unimaginable.

Thinking of this, he slammed a punch into his cheek despite being in the Momen Ancestral Hall, and at the same time did not hesitate to show his non-offensive talent.

As a glittering brilliance appeared in the 'non-attacking' Ding Wen behind him, the confinement that Gong Yaming's stand-in ability could not be used was easily broken through by him in an instant.

After the ability of the stand-in was restored, Gong Yaming, who had regained his great willpower and was completely calm, stared at Xi Lao and said coldly: "Passive mind reading, Juzi, is this also one of the steps of the new ritual of Memena?" ”

If it weren't for Gong Yaming, who was still unrecognizable from friend and foe at this time, in front of the Momen Juzi, his move of breaking the confinement with his talent would have triggered a joint attack by the Momen disciples present.

But here and now, under the taboo of rats, everyone can only be nervous and hideous, but no one dares to act rashly.

"Yaming, don't mess around, 'asking the heart' in front of the holy icon is a must for every disciple of the Momen lineage, and it is by no means a passive mind-reading technique." Lu Dada anxiously stepped forward and blocked between Gong Yaming and Xi Lao, seemingly protecting Xi Lao and the holy statue on the high platform, but in fact, he was protecting Gong Yaming's loud voice.

Uncle Dada naturally would not deceive himself, Gong Yaming frowned slightly, looked at the portrait of the cadre on the high platform again, suddenly smiled and bowed, and said respectfully: "It turned out that I saw the holy icon, and I occasionally felt in my heart, so that I misunderstood Juzi, and I ask Juzi to forgive me." ”

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Big's device, discardable; Dao, death can not be lightly', this sentence has been changed for a long time, originally wanted to use 'the instrument can be discarded, the Tao can be light' such a more smooth words, but in the end I still feel that there is no 'death' The word does not reflect the meaning of that kind of determination.

It's really hopeless to write a web novel like that, and sometimes I want to slap myself.

Obviously writing toilet literature, what are you doing, what are you doing?

In the end, the ticket is still requested, please quack

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