Jinan is also known as "Spring City", there is a lot of water in the city, the city is surrounded by the river, the north of the hundred rivers is noted, and the number is "Daming".

I have feelings for the city of Jinan, this kind of feeling can only be experienced by the old Jinan people, because our ancestors have been rooted here for generations, the remains of our ancestors are buried in the soil of Jinan, and the spiritual position is offered in the house of Jinan, and their souls will float in the air of Jinan if they are still there.

Jinan people are inseparable from Jinan, even when the Oriental Japanese invaded the city, the old Jinan people also chose to forbear, hibernation, waiting for the opportunity, sworn to resist, and finally recaptured their homeland in the fierce battle of blood and fire.

I think that the people of old Jinan are all fish, and fish can't do without water, so they will swear to defend the springs, streams, rivers and lakes here, because this is our lifeline-

The master of the thaumaturgists in the rivers and lakes is the eagle, the eagle flies in September, and the tiger looks at Qilu; maybe they are the dragon, the dragon flies into the sky, and swoops into the sky.

They are strong enough, ruthless enough, fierce enough, violent enough, but the fish is never afraid of these, and the fish is also a dragon species, jumping over the dragon gate and flying into a dragon.

I am also a fish, the only surviving descendant of the Xia family on Qushuiting Street in the old city of Jinan.

Now, I have made up my mind that as long as I still have a breath of air, I will live like a pure man in Jinan, pick up a gun and get on the horse, bravely crown the three armies, kill all the invaders, and defend this big city in the Central Plains that has stood in the wind and rain for thousands of years.

I heard the voice for help in my hallucination, it should have been made by Qin Gongzi.

I looked down and saw a man leaning over the ground, arms desperately stretched forward, long dark black streaks of blood trailing behind him.

"Young Master Qin?" I asked.

"Save ...... ...... life" he didn't answer me, just repeated the word "help".

If the other party is really Qin Gongzi, I am afraid that he has already been poisoned by the "Infantile Technique".

"Qin Gongzi, let go, you raise your head first. I commanded in a low voice.

It's a normal reaction of a normal person in such a situation, and I have to see his face to finally confirm his identity.

He struggled to lift his head upwards, but the support of his neck was too weak, and he had to let go of his right hand, support the ground, and roll to the left to reveal his face.

In just a second, I saw his face, but also his chest and abdomen. Or, instead of a face, chest, or abdomen, I saw a fleshy "thing", except for the voice, there was no place on his body like Qin Gongzi, and he could only barely be regarded as a "moving body".

I can't put into words the shock, disgust, and consternation at that moment, and I had to take a big step back to barely hold on to my stake.

"Save ...... I squirmed ...... the "thing" at the mouth of the "thing" and continued to repeat the two words.

"Okay, you shut up, I'll save you. I took three deep breaths in a row to stop the shaking in my chest.

The "thing" was obedient and stopped making a sound.

"The art of the baby" is an ancient evil art, as early as the two Han Dynasty was issued by the emperor as the crime of "disturbing the palace and trampling on the people", anyone who practices this art for any reason will destroy the nine clans.

By the time of the Sui and Tang dynasties, the "art of the nightmare baby" had appeared in Chang'an, and it was introduced from the place where the Hu people from the north gathered. For this reason, Chang'an City at that time hunted and killed 500 Hu people overnight, and set fire to the three streets and alleys where the Hu people gathered. Subsequently, some fish escaped from the net, passed through the land of Jingchu and Wuyue, and continued southward, reaching the vicinity of today's Vietnam and Cambodia, and finally their whereabouts are unknown.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, with the turmoil in the rivers and lakes and the rebirth of demons and evils, this "nightmare technique" also appeared briefly in Shanghai, but under the clean-up of the old government, it did not cause chaos.

The reason why evil magic is expelled by the government and the people is because this kind of thing violates human nature, and often destroys a good person into a monster that is not human, ghost, and ghost, and then uses the monster as a medium to distort human nature, graft sneaky, and create another new kind of weird creature.

Evil art is similar to Gu art, but it is not the same, because the latter controls and tempers "worms", not people.

Another example is probably illustrative, scientists can clone animals, but not "people", which is clearly stipulated in the laws of all countries.

Therefore, the rivers and lakes can tolerate the actions of the Miao Jiang Gu Refiners, but they absolutely cannot tolerate the existence of evil magicians.

At this moment, I felt like I was in a transparent "bottle", and this bottle was thrown into the air, riding the wind.

I identified the location of the cherry blossom villa, only to find that the mountain behind the villa was hidden in a black fog.

The "bottle" slowly descended, hovering on the border between the black fog and the villa.

I saw Yan Fohai, he was all **, only with an ancient leaf skirt wrapped around his waist, barely covering his private parts.

Half of his body remained in the black mist, facing the villa, standing solemnly, like a mandrill tree monster.

I looked across the villa, and there was a dead silence, and there was no light.

The villa is dark, but compared to the black fog, the outline of the house is faintly recognizable, and it is not really "black".

Yan Fohai's arms were stretched to the limit, and there was a faint electric light in the palms of his left and right palms, as if he was holding an invisible power grid.

I don't know why, I feel that Yan Fohai at this moment is not fighting alone, but integrating the power of countless characters in the rivers and lakes, all of them are united, facing Yue Buqun's lair.

On the surface, the sea of Buddha is powerful, like the furious tide of the East China Sea, covered in black fog as armor, and the momentum is violent, as long as it goes straight forward, it can break through the enemy's nest, plow the court and sweep the hole, and annihilate Yue Buqun in one fell swoop.

He had already used the giant bellows to dig up the "mountain roots" that Yue Buqun relied on for survival, and successfully drew wages from the bottom of the kettle, cutting off Yue Buqun's back road, making his opponent a rootless duckweed.

This is the battle of the two thaumaturgists, and it is also the battle of the two major forces of the rivers and lakes.

The black fog is getting thicker and thicker, Yue Buqun should not fight again, and he may be about to miss the fighter.

At the moment, I am hanging in the air as a spectator, and the situation is very delicate.

In this location, I can overlook the hill and the villa, and I can also observe the road conditions such as Yanzishan West Road, Jingshi Road, Shanda Road, Huanshan Road, etc., and if there is an unknown vehicle intruding, I can also find it in time. In other words, I played the role of a lookout post and a flag soldier.

I am in the "bottle", and all the struggling souls behind me are also in the "bottle", and together we have become vassals of the sea of words and Buddhas.

He calls himself "the sea", and we are fish in a bottle, and this control relationship is self-explanatory.

I immediately figured out that Yan Fohai's "Soul Detention Technique" is not used to kill people, nor is it used to show off skills, but has practical applications. All the people who were "detained" by him have become his combat wingmen, who can watch the enemy plunder when they retreat, and attack the city when they advance.

Yan Fohai once claimed to be the one with the lowest intelligence among the seven people of the "Three Ghost Kings of the Garden Dream", this kind of statement is either that he is too humble, or the wisdom of the other six people has really shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods, shaking the past and the present, and despising the world.

I took a few steps forward, but the translucent barrier moved, and my movements became still, unable to get close to the edge of the bottle, let alone break through the wall.

"Mountain—" The sea of words roared.

The black mist behind him stood up steeply, like a cliff.

"Sea—" he roared a second time.

Under the black mist, a new black mist poured out again, like the angry waves of the sea, holding up the cliff that had been transformed before, and rising in the air.

"Sutra-" Yan Buddha Hai roared for the third time.

Beneath the cliff and above the raging waves, a black mist gushed out for the third time, transforming into a huge book, which was flipped in the wind, as if a person was turning a book quickly. In that book, there are words, numbers, landscapes, portraits, animals, maps, and even dynamic images...... "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" is an ancient divine book, and its writing age, encompassing a wide range and even above the hundreds of schools of thought, has a great influence on human history. The sea of words and Buddhas achieves illusions with the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", and the momentum is so great that it is unmatched. Judging only by the three aspects of the mountain, the tide of the sea, and the scroll, he has occupied the most advantageous position, Yue Buqun can no longer find other tools that can be used, he can break the mountain, reclaim the sea, and burn books, there is no other good way but to retreat.

Yan Fohai is strong, but I know where his weakness is, and that is - the art of devouring.

In the wild lake of the Blue Stone Tahiti, when the abyssal giant mouth opened, the thaumaturgical power of the Buddha Sea could not be exerted at all, and it fell directly into the abyss.

Similarly, at this moment, Yue Buqun's defensive hole card is the "Devouring Technique".

Yan Buddha Sea took a big step forward, and the mountains, seas, and scriptures behind him immediately followed and became his strong backing.

"Heaven and the world, I am the only one!" Yan Buddha roared angrily, and continued to move forward, the pace became bigger and faster. Twenty paces later, he was already in the air, and the mountains, the sea, and the scriptures were like wings growing from his back, helping him to ride the wind and waves and charge forward.

When Lian Chengbi and I left the villa, Yue Buqun was still underground.

The underground is relatively safe, if the maze is big enough, Yue Buqun can at least survive for a while, and use his "geographical advantage" to avoid the fierce attack of the Buddha Sea.

The two of them, whoever dies, are a blessing in the thaumaturgical world.

I had no distractions and focused on observing the situation.

At the last moment, Yue Buqun's counterattack began.

First of all, I saw a residential building on a slightly lower ground to the west of the villa suddenly crack in the middle and become two parts, one south and one north. Then, from west to east, all the buildings, highways, playgrounds, and green belts cracked together, and this big black hole was like a giant chopping knife, cutting the west side of the villa, the villa, and the house from north to south, and forcibly opening a ravine in the east-west direction, 300 meters long, and 30 meters wide.

The offensive of the sea of words and Buddhas all poured into the ravine.

Immediately, the cherry blossom villa was gone, and the black fog obscured everything.

I can't say who wins or loses, but I always have a bad feeling in my heart. Yue Buqun is too strong, and with the support of big data, he can find anyone's flaws. This is the kind of person that thaumaturgists fear the most, and some seemingly innocuous old habits and temperaments will become the trigger for the enemy's attack. In the omnipotent and omniscient computer matrix analysis, a person becomes almost transparent, and even words that have not had time to be uttered in his head can become evidence in court.

Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

Yue Buqun is one such person, he is deeply involved in the field of data, and his eloquence and analytical skills are outstanding, far surpassing others in the industry.

Facing such an enemy is not an easy task.

The black fog kept spreading, heading north to Jingshi Road and Shanda Road, and all the lights were also covered, and the black sky was like a ghost domain that could not see the five fingers.

I silently waited for the result, except for Yue Buqun and Yan Fohai, no one could decide the outcome of this battle.

With the identity of the two of them, if they don't fight, they will be turned upside down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a figure approaching silently, stopping five paces to my right.

An hour ago, we had just met, but he was in a different place under Yue Buqun's "amorous ring", while I escaped from the cherry blossom villa safely.

He held a Fang Tian Painting Halberd in both hands, about eight feet long, and the tip of the halberd radiated a clear cold light.

"Wenhou Silver Halberd" once ranked fourth in the spectrum of weapons, if it wasn't for the fact that he met Yue Buqun, who was as quiet as a virgin and moved like a rabbit, if it wasn't for Lu Fengxian who was drunk and too light on the enemy, he would not have been slaughtered in an instant.

"The battle was extremely fierce. Lu Fengxian spoke.

I'm not surprised that he's here, that his body is still intact, or that he's as calm as a piece of ice at this moment.

If you want to take it, you must give it first.

This is the most clever strategy and tactic, Lu Fengxian used his own death to make Yue Buqun underestimate the enemy, and also confused me and Lian Chengbi. Subsequently, there are more complex and powerful volt changes.

"What the hell are you fighting for?" I asked.

Being in the "bottle" gives us the opportunity to talk calmly and openly. Before that, everyone was wary and wary of each other, and it was impossible to watch the battle side by side.

"In this world, everywhere, there are thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. If you don't kill him, he'll kill you. So, I put my neck up and asked him to kill. Then, mobilize troops and quickly counterattack. The battle of thaumaturgists is not a matter of watching the flowers or inviting guests to dinner, it is a real battle of life and death, and there is no room for sloppiness. He said.

"Fight for life and death?" I asked again.

"Is there anything more important in this world than life and death?" he asked rhetorically.

"Yue Buqun has been deeply cultivating this place for several years, why has this battle dragged on until now? When the enemy has not yet gained a firm foothold and has not taken deep roots, wouldn't it be easier to get rid of it?" I asked again.

Lu Fengxian sighed: "It is difficult to draw dragons and tigers, and it is difficult to draw bones, and you don't know your heart when you know people." Some enemies are hidden beneath the Nine Lands, and it is too difficult to see through them for what they are. Just like now, thaumaturgists all over the world know that Yue Buqun is a super hacker, who knows that he is actually a scout of the Cherry Blossom Country?"

I am not surprised that at such times, everyone is involved in an unpredictable scuffle, and the meaning of this battle is to "take advantage", and in order to get the first word, each faction is pouring out of the nest, trying to destroy the other in one fell swoop with the power of thunder.

"What are we, what can we do?" I asked.

Lu Fengxian replied lightly: "Fish in a bottle." ”

Inside this transparent bottle, it is indeed like a fish floating in the air.

"We are the eyes of the Buddha Sea, with us, he can overlook the entire Jinan, see the situation of advance and retreat clearly, and will not be like a blind man touching an elephant, strayed into Yue Buqun's 'White Tiger Festival Hall', and was killed in an instant - not to mention, I'm 'Wenhou Silver Halberd Lu Clan' can still fight......"

Lu Fengxian is no longer obscene and trivial at this moment, and is full of pride, although there is no horse under the crotch, but there is a halberd in his hand, and he has faintly had the moving style of "red rabbit among horses, Lu Bu among people" in the past.

"We'll have to wait, won't we?" I looked down at the black fog.

The fog was so thick, but there was no sound in the fog, that I suspected that Yan Fohai and Yue Buqun in the fierce battle had already taken advantage of the fog and moved the battlefield to another place.

"Yes, you have to wait, but I believe that no matter how long you wait, it will be worth it. My Fang Tian Painting Halberd is already hungry and thirsty, and I need to drink the blood of the enemy generals in order to fulfill my life's aspirations. Lu Fengxian's business gradually has a hard backbone.

It suddenly occurred to me that if all the "fish" in this transparent space were "fish", then the "soul detention technique" of the Buddha Sea would become the "fish detention technique". He imprisoned so many people here just to get more fighters and victories.

When I used to read the World Animal Encyclopedia, I saw that some animals would take off their eyes and put them in high places when they were resting and eating, as monitors. What Yan Fohai did was the same principle, but what he took out was not his own eyes, but the souls of another group of people.

This kind of "fish in a bottle" technique is indeed extremely clever.

(Tianjin)