"Actually, that ruin is the ruins of the Ancient Thunder God Temple that hundreds of villages in the Razor Forest are looking for. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The ancient thunder god is not the thunder god that the kingdoms believe in the current thunder in the thunder world.,What is the specific name.,I don't know.,I only know that it's called the ancient thunder god.。 The Razor Forest used to worship the ancient god of thunder. Because the ancient god of thunder did bring us miracles. Uncle Barton said slowly.

"Legend has it that after the Carboniferous Age, at the time of the first holy war, the Razor Forest was still a desolate desert. Although it was very close to the ocean, it was very hot, so the Razor Forest at that time was just a desert that no human race wanted to set foot in.

After the advent of the Holy War, the various churches were grabbing the territory, but there was no church here that wanted to occupy it, because although the ground was very large, there were very few people living in the desert. Only a lot of desert monsters are running rampant.

Until one day, a man fell into a sand pit, accidentally found the remains of a temple, and took out the idol inside. Later, in the vast desert sky, countless thunderbolts suddenly sounded. According to records at that time, when lightning struck a person, not only did not cause any harm, but also filled the whole body with strength. After that, the entire desert was plunged into a torrential rain that lasted for a very long time. It rained so hard for three days that most of the water went into the ground. The entire desert has evolved into a fertile land, and countless natural plants have been born.

What was once a desert has finally evolved into a forest. It was known that it was a miracle, from the statue of the god in the ruins of that temple. Later, after the translation of the scholars of the capital of Baimeng, the statue of the god was the ancient god of thunder.

After thousands of years and two holy wars, many churches wanted to occupy the increasingly large number of Razor Forest, but each time they were hit by inexplicable hurricanes and thunderstorms, and over time, no church dared to touch the Razor Forest.

Five years ago, when we were hunting magical beasts, we found an underground ruin doorway. That gate is a magic mechanism, and we can't get in. But we know from the text engraved above that it is a temple of the ancient god of thunder. There must be idols of gods inside.

So, Lord Bondi, we just want the idols in the temple. We, the Razor Forest, do not believe in the god of magic, but in the ancient god of thunder. The ancient god of thunder blessed the entire Razor Forest, so we have a rich land, a clean water, and a healthy body.

Hundreds of villages in the Razor Forest are all believers in the ancient god of thunder, and we are sincerely grateful for everything that the ancient god of thunder has brought us, so that we can live happily in the forest without fighting with the world. We hope that another idol will appear and let us worship and ask for more miracles from the ancient god of thunder!"

In the end, Uncle Barton and several elders all looked at the sky with reverence on their faces, as if the ancient god of thunder was there.

Watching them pray, Fang Zhen rolled his eyes. Secret beliefs are really crazy.

"Well, you just want the idol. I can help. But I have two conditions. After Fang Zhen made up his mind, he said.

"You say, you say. Hearing Fang Zhen's response, Uncle Patton was immediately overjoyed.

"First, let Ace take me to the ruins. Second, I don't want anyone to go with me except Ace. Fang Zhen said slowly.

"This ......," Uncle Patton looked at the elders in embarrassment.

"Well, we agree to your conditions. You can stay in the village for a few days first, and teach Ace by the way. Uncle Patton finally relented, though he was tempted to follow.

Fang Zhen nodded. Although he didn't dare to guarantee that he would definitely bring back the idol, after all, his contact with the magic mechanism was only half a bucket of water.

The night covers the land, bringing a pleasant breeze.

The four bright moons, hanging high in the starry sky, shine on the Baimeng continent with bright moonlight, giving the purity of life.

The fifth bright moon, the Violet Moon, has not yet appeared, and the people of Uetori Village are waiting quietly, and everyone's face is solemn and sacred, all because of the faith in their hearts.

Suddenly, flocks of yellow birds, fluttering their wings, flew from afar.

After entering the village, flocks of yellow birds covered the starry sky above people's heads. People watched with joy as the yellow bird came to their feast.

All the village names took out a large pile of pits from their pockets, placed them on a basin on the table, and then held up the pot full of pit meat and placed it on their heads.

The flock of yellow birds suddenly stirred, and all of them flew down, hovering over the heads of the villagers, and the yellow birds kept picking up the kernels on the pots.

In just over ten seconds, the basins above the heads of all the villagers were empty. At this moment, all the villagers were full of smiles on their faces.

Seeing this, Fang Zhen suddenly felt a lot of feelings in his heart.

The relationship between the Yellow Bird and the human race can be so good.

The Terrans relied on the Yellow Bird and obtained abundant fruits, without hunger. The yellow bird relies on the human race to plant more bark fruit trees so that the population can survive better.

This kind of mutually beneficial and symbiotic relationship can actually happen to the human race with strong desires, in Fang Zhen's opinion, this is simply incredible.

The more desire of the human race is possession, selfish possession. At this moment, Fang Zhen looked at these simple villagers, and was actually moved by the kindness of the human race.

Finally, after a long period of noisy chirping, the flock of yellow birds gradually dispersed, and the starry sky was quiet again.

But, surprisingly, the Violet Moon appeared in the starry sky at some point.

The potted plants hanging on the beams, the moonlight grass on the potted plants, swaying with five-colored points of light, are very beautiful.

Although many religions prohibit the sowing of moonlight grass, and even the Razor Forest will be ordered by the officials of the Aslan Empire not to plant moonlight grass, moonlight grass still grows tenaciously among good people, and contributes its splendor to people in the glorious day.

The Violet Moon, like a dream, is elegant and beautiful, and it is intoxicating to be enchanted by its infinite charm. Fang Zhen tilted his head and leaned back against the chair, and couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

It's beautiful, it's really beautiful. The beauty of the violet moon suddenly made Fang Zhen's heart full of desire for beauty, satisfaction with beauty, and fantasy of beauty.

When Fang Zhen lost his mind, all the villagers of Uetori Village were covering their hearts with one hand and holding their wine glasses with the other, their eyes closed, and their mouths muttering to themselves.

That's prayer.

There are many ways to pray in the Baimeng continent, after all, cultural customs have been passed down for thousands of years, and there must be differences in regional cultures.

Those who pray must have faith. A non-believing person like Fang Zhen would only look at the moon alone and alone, trying to see people who were just as homesick as him in the violet.

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The next day, in 9986, was the first day of the morning moon of the rainy season.

Fang Zhen woke up from his sleep, feeling the morning sun, and his heart felt peaceful.

Last night, Fang Zhen tried the peel graft fruit wine brewed in the village, because he let go of his body and mind, Fang Zhen drank extremely happily, maybe it was the first time since he came to the other world.

and a group of simple villagers, drank a night of fine wine, which Fang Zhen had never tasted. And this time, Fang Zhen's heart, which had been cold and lonely for many years, gradually warmed up.

Stand up and get dressed. The temperature was still cold, but Fang Zhen was only wearing a vest and a long robe, and then put on an intermediate magic robe.

Since the villagers sincerely invited, Fang Zhen, who had just completed the training task, also wanted to find some goals. Set the time to go to the ruins in a few days.

Today is Fang Zhen's first day of teaching students.

Fang Zhen never thought that he would one day accept students. Although when he was in Kunlun, the old Taoist who was addicted to alcohol always nagged to carry forward the master, hoping that Fang Zhen could recruit virtuous disciples.

At that time, because I had that goal, I was so obsessed with only paying attention to my own affairs, and all the thoughts of accepting disciples were put aside.

Until now, in the grace and curiosity of saving his life, Fang Zhen accepted his first apprentice and became a student in the other world. Himself, a soon-to-be Samikina sophomore student, turned out to be a mentor.

But Fang Zhen knew that he definitely had this qualification.

"Mentor, I've got breakfast for you. Ace appeared in the village chief's hall early, waiting for Fang Zhen to get up.

Fang Zhen lived in the house of the village chief, Uncle Barton, and it just so happened that Ace could take care of Fang Zhen's daily life, which was also requested by Ace himself.

Fang Zhen nodded when he heard this, and then ate it by himself.

"Ace, how old are you?" Fang Zhen couldn't help but ask while eating the grafted fruit powder soup.

"Mentor, I'm ten years old. ”

"Where did you come from five years ago?"

"I'm sorry, mentor. Ever since I was saved by Uncle Patton, I can't remember anything before I was five years old. After saying that, Ace was a little gloomy.

After all, amnesia is not something to be thankful for.

"Oh, is it amnesia, it's so complicated!" After taking a bite of the sweet grafted fruit powder soup, Fang Zhen nodded in understanding.

"I don't know what the power in you is for the time being. But, you've been exploring it yourself for a few years, do you know how to cultivate?"

Ace shook his head and said, "I only know that I can absorb the water and fire elements in the air, and as long as I eat more flesh of demonic beasts, especially water-type and fire-type demonic beasts, I will feel that my strength is slowly increasing." ”

"Oh, you can absorb like a magician, and you can eat like a warrior. It's peculiar. For the time being, you should first cultivate according to the previous method, and then I will teach you more when I slowly understand your strength. Today, I'm going to teach you how to train your body. After eating the last bite of grafted fruit powder soup, Fang Zhen stood up and took Ace outside.

The open space in the middle of the village is a good training ground, so there is no training equipment.

"Ace, do you know where a person is powerful, where it comes from?" Standing opposite Ace, Fang Zhen looked at this young Ace, who was a head shorter than himself, and said in a deep voice.

"Is it power? the power of the body, and the power of magic. As long as the strength of the body is strong, you will not be afraid of the attacks of those demonic beasts. But the magic of those magical beasts still hurts. Ace thought for a moment and said honestly.

"The strength of the body and the power of magic are very powerful. Demonic beasts have powerful bodies and terrifying magic, relying on these, countless different kinds of demonic beasts have always stood on the Baimeng Continent. Even the human race that ruled the continent was afraid of Warcraft. Just like the Hongguo Mountain City on the periphery of the Montage Mountains, it is always defending against the attack of the Warcraft group. But Ace, you have to understand one thing, you're not a monster!"

Fang Zhen's eyes were sharp, shooting directly into Ace's yellow eyes. So that Ace didn't dare to look directly.

Without waiting for Ace to speak, Fang Zhen paced when he came.

"Life is equal, and what the human race has, and other species can also have. But man is nobler than beasts, do you know why?"