"Stone, stone, the convoy and our warriors are fighting over there. Follow me!" a warrior hurriedly ran to and shouted to Shi Hao.

"What's going on? Who hit whom? How many people have fought? Have you notified the regiment commander and Ji Team Leader?" Shi Hao hurriedly beckoned a few soldiers to follow, and followed the soldiers in front of him to run towards the playground.

"There aren't many people, it's Ji Yijun's kid who is fighting with our soldiers. Oh, it's in the ring. The soldier explained, "The regiment commander and Instructor Ji have gone out to check the surrounding terrain. ”

"What? What ring? ”

"After lunch, everyone was resting and preparing for the afternoon training. The kid seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, so he came to provoke. Whatever he says, we will shoot, and it is nothing without the gun, and he also said that if you have the ability, everyone will show your kung fu to compare, and what you dare not compare is the bad seed. The warrior said with some annoyance, "He also said that he has set up the ring, and we can take turns to go on it or together, and if we have the ability, we can see the real chapter in the ring." ”

"He said to fight, you will fight? He's just a rough student, and that's all you need to do with the city?" Shi Hao roughly listened to what happened, and he felt angry.

The warrior scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "There are still a lot of people around." There are so many beautiful girls watching from the sidelines, and no one wants to admit it!"

Shi Hao slapped the warrior on the head and said, "That's all!"

By the time Shi Hao ran to the playground, there was already a crowd of people around him. Shi Hao heard the sound of banging sticks outside the crowd, and there were people applauding all the time, and sure enough, it was basically a little girl's voice.

"So handsome!"

"Jun, come on!"

"Junjun, I love you!"

"Wow, this punch is so imposing, we support you!"

Shi Hao glanced back at the soldier who reported the news, and said angrily: "Why are they all biased, and only help him cheer?

The other party was a little helpless and said: "Stone, you don't understand the market too much, right?" Ji Yijun is now a popular school grass, handsome, good at kung fu, and has no girlfriend, even if he raises his chin and ignores people, there are girls who farts and farts upside down." Usually there are female viewers and fans in training, but in today's situation, as long as he shows his face under the girls' dormitory, this group of cheerleaders will come. ”

Shi Hao squeezed through the crowd and squeezed into the middle with a few fighters, and even his nose was crooked at this look. I saw that a five- or six-meter-square arena was drawn out of the field, and Ji Yijun was fighting with three fighters with a wooden stick. The sticks in the hands of the three warriors seemed to be led by an invisible rope, and they were easily attracted by Ji Yijun, almost without the strength to fight back, but as if they were drunk, they always stumbled into each other. And off the field, there were five or six fighters, either holding their legs or covering their waists, "oops, oops" and humming.

When Ji Yijun saw Shi Hao and his party coming, he seemed to have lost the patience to continue maneuvering, he swam up very quickly, and pointed at several opponents with his stick again and again, and in less than ten seconds, those people couldn't support it, and they fell down screaming. The surrounding fan groups immediately erupted in cheers.

"Yo, isn't this Shi Hao? You want to come to my ring to try it too?" please!" Ji Yijun leaned his stick on his shoulder and looked at Shi Hao a little defiantly.

Shi Hao didn't answer his words, and asked with a calm face, "What are you doing here?"

"How can you say that! This is both communication and practice. What is the use of practicing martial arts and practicing the shelf? He picked it up with his stick, and a stick on the ground flew towards Shi Hao.

Seeing Shi Hao grab the stick, Ji Yijun grinned and said, "Come on." Don't let everyone think that there is no one in the army. ”

Shi Hao's heart was filled with a burst of anger, and he felt that he had no way out, so he picked up the stick and rushed directly towards Ji Yijun.

As soon as the sticks of the two intersected, Shi Hao's heart sank, he hadn't fought with Ji Yijun before, at that time he was still able to make twenty or thirty moves under Ji Yijun, and if he tried his best, he could support it for a longer time. But as soon as he fought today, he felt that something was wrong, Ji Yijun's stick was not only stronger and faster, but also had a sticky force on it. His stick was simply carried by him, and it was extremely sticky, and there was a collapse force, and the stick was quickly bounced away, which shocked him to numb.

Why is this kid so powerful! Shi Hao tried his best, but he still felt that the scene was firmly controlled by the other party, and he could see from Ji Yijun's calm appearance that the other party was still the same as before, and he didn't use all his strength at all, just like playing a game.

"Some people think that the inner kung fu is just like this, that is because he has less knowledge, in this world, kung fu is not the same as before. Ji Yijun said loudly while fighting.

At this time, Shi Hao had been suppressed so much that he couldn't speak.

"Show me!" Ji Yijun shouted. Shi Hao felt a light in his hand, and the stick suddenly didn't know where it went. Then Ji Yijun's stick trembled and hit him on both shoulders and the outside of his legs continuously. Shi Hao only felt a violent soreness and numbness coming from his hands and feet, and he shouted "ah" in pain, and he couldn't stand still, and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Shi Hao wanted to speak, but a hot current seemed to travel across his hands and legs, making him almost unable to think.

He could only see with his peripheral vision that the remaining few fighters also rushed forward, but they were also knocked to the ground without suspense. After a while, he vaguely heard Ji Yijun's voice again: "Okay, that's all for today's martial arts exchange." Looks like you don't have to train this afternoon, so just get some rest. ”

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The convoy was slowly moving forward on the country road, Xiao Chen was lying on the car, looking up at the blue sky, the sky was as pure as glazed celadon. In Xiao Chen's memory, he had only seen such an unobstructed beauty in Xinjiang in that world.

Is there magic in this sky that stretches as far as the eye can see?

"Magic is a transcendent power that is with God. ”

"The magic script is the text of the gods who write the truth of magic. ”

"Spells are the product of spiritual power communicating nothingness. ”

"The introduction to magic is called "the beginning of the divine consciousness", also known as the success of concentrating, that is, the discord of potential, into a controllable mental force. ”

"The power of the spirit, also known as divine consciousness or divine thought, cannot be described, cannot be pondered, cannot be seen, and can only be perceived through meditation. ”

Xiao Chen pondered the various answers that Morey had told him about magic, but the more he thought about it, the more questions he came up with.

Magic is real, but gods are only ancient legends. Morey said that the only true god was the god of nature, but he had been asleep since time immemorial and never appeared or descended again. Only the Cult of Deism occasionally transmits oracles. What would such a god have to do with magic?

Why is the magic script a Chinese character? Why is it necessary to use a small seal script when writing magic arrays? It is said that the magic script carries the curse of God on the infidels and hypocrites, and only the most determined believers are qualified to use it. So why am I able to use magic, and why did the gods who have existed since ancient times write ancient Chinese words and choose them to carry power?

Xiao Chen clearly remembered that the water and fire of the scroll did indeed come from an unknowable place, could it be that the magic power was some kind of free energy that existed in space?

Spiritual power cannot be seen, but why can I see such a real and grand world in meditation?

More and more problems plagued Xiao Chen. He pondered, pondered, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The singing echoed in his ears, Xiao Chen slowly woke up, and it turned out to be Li Tianrui and a few of their soldiers and two boys from the business group singing. It was almost dusk, and they were walking through a grove. Xiao Chen listened to everyone singing quietly, and after the boys and soldiers had sung, they asked Chen Hansheng and Luo Ling to sing.

Chen Hansheng sang a very old song "Bloodstained Style", and Luo Ling also sang a song "The First Dream" generously. Even Ciro, who couldn't understand the lyrics, and a few coachmen shouted loudly.

Xiao Chen found that a person could be more or less seen from the song, and the song was not as disguised as the language, but more real. Lao Chen went to the battlefield in the late 80s during the border war, and the song written in blood was really his song. Luo Ling really has a restless heart, but she doesn't know what her "original dream" is, and whether it can be realized here?

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Suddenly, a shout in Spanish came from the forest, dispelling Xiao Chen's reverie. Everyone in the convoy suddenly became nervous, the coachmen stopped the carriage, the soldiers picked up their guns, and Xiao Chen also sat up and pressed his hand on the short sword.

Hurried footsteps were heard at a fork in the woods at the back of the convoy, and in a few moments two men, dressed in unusual shapes, ran out. The man who ran in front was in his early thirties, with short dark brown hair and a mustache, and at first glance quite handsome, but everything was ruined by his dress, his shirt and trousers seemed to be made of colorful cloth, bright like a parrot, and he wore a feather-brimmed hat on his head, and a flute and a short sword pinned to his waist. This man ran with a little swing on his feet, which looked funny no matter how he looked at it.

He was followed by a blue-haired young man in his twenties, probably with impure blood, his ears were a little pointed, and the outer corners of his eyes were slightly slanted upward. He was half a head taller than the man in front of him, and he wore much more modest clothes, holding a small harp that was somewhat worn out in one hand, and a pole on his shoulder in the other, and a cloth bag hanging from the other end of the pole.

"Oh, who's singing, it's amazing. Gardo and Letona worked their way through the forest to come here to cheer her on. The man in front of him chattered as he ran. Running to the convoy, he turned his head to look at the convoy, and finally saw that there was only one woman in the convoy, still wearing a magician's robe.

"Ahh It turns out to be a beautiful magician, and Gardo salutes you. He took off his hat and bowed, "Can you let Gardo perform a song for you, and then walk a little way?"