Someone roared in the night.

"Who's not going to let people sleep! I'm still in a hurry to go to work tomorrow!"

"Turtle son!

Lian Cheng also scolded: "The muck truck is unloaded at night, it's too much!"

After scolding, he leaned on the ruins and thought about life.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

How much does it cost to rebuild a wall?

Liancheng suddenly remembered the initiator, and he ripped the copper coin off his neck, his face like frost: "Did you already guess the result?"

The copper coin decisively pretended to be dead, and even if it was carried to the edge of the toilet, it was determined to remain motionless.

He didn't do it, and he thought he was unlucky. It's no wonder that others, the hole in front of him more than one meter wide is a tragedy made by himself, and he can only blame him for being too excited...... At the same time, you have to blame sleepwalking.

Lian Cheng heard a sound of footsteps in the living room, and two seconds later, a quick and continuous knock on the door sounded: "What the hell are you doing surnamed Lian!"

"The muck truck is unloading. Liancheng explained again.

Wang Qianyi laughed angrily: "Opposite your house is the Huancheng River! The muck cart swims in the water! In addition to teaching writing, you can also teach the muck cart to swim?"

Liancheng cheekily replied: "If you want to study, you can, but you have to pay tuition." ”

"There's a composition class tomorrow night, don't forget!" Wang Qianyi threw down this sentence viciously, and ran back to her bedroom for the time being.

No wonder I have to stay here tonight!

I was afraid that I would find an excuse to run away tomorrow?

Liancheng shrugged and began to pick up the mess. The original black plaster in the stainless steel pot turned into a transparent color like glue, leaving only a faint stickiness like rice porridge, which looked very white and sticky.

He touched the corner of his mouth, which was slightly sticky, and then looked in the mirror, and his face became more ugly than eating.

The pot had been with him for two years, but he was determined to abandon it.

I temporarily found a disposable tablecloth to cover the broken wall, and planned to find a small engineering team to fill the hole during the day, that is, more than a hundred bricks, which would not cost too much money.

Liancheng sat on the edge of the bed, recalling the strange dream he had just had.

Now that I think about it, all the characters that appear in the dream should be their own subconscious, there are good and evil, docile and violent, everyone has two opposite sides, and he is no exception, that is, the difference in proportion.

The Nine Dao Chiefs in the dream should be the original author of "Qi Extraction Collection". But Liancheng pondered for a while, I'm afraid it's not, Jiudao Chang may be a character he imagined.

What Shi Erbai's cloth booklet recorded is the genuine "Qi Collection".

I learned the ultimate magic version of Uncle Copper Coin...... It's not the same thing at all. Whether it's good or bad, anyway, he has already learned, and he doesn't have to regret it.

Liancheng can be regarded as the purest stunned youth in the cultivation world. I don't know anything, I haven't read any popular science textbooks on cultivation, and my cultivation is all guided by copper coins and my own blind guesses, relying only on the experience of novels, movies, and the imagination of writers.

He stared at the palm of his hand: "Flowing Heart Sword Technique......"

Five fingers grasped it out of thin air, and the blue-gray short sword in his dream appeared in his hand. The short sword called "Liuxin" only has a phantom, no substance, and the grip feels empty, and there is a feeling that you can't use force.

Liancheng couldn't sleep, so he left the bedroom and locked the door, and went down the stairs to the rooftop.

The night was dark, and the whole city fell into a bright yellow silence.

According to the memory in the dream, he found an iron pipe and compared it with each other.

"Thorn, Rise, Leap ......"

He took a long breath, and then held his breath and concentrated, Lian Cheng immediately felt his eyebrows beating, and from between the two eyebrows, there seemed to be an invisible pellet exploding, and an indescribable cold and cool rushed into his brain, like eating mints, making his mind more sober.

You don't need to chant scriptures in your mouth for cultivation!

A burst of coolness fell from the center of the eyebrows, through the neck to the arm, the thought of pulling the arm, the arm drove the muscles, the heat of glucose burning and the coolness of the aura were in stark contrast, the inside was cool and the outside was hot, he was waist up, and seemed to stab his hand forward at will!

The thorn is like a spirit snake probing a hole, the speed is extremely fast, the eyelids are open and closed, the iron pipe has already pierced the cement platform, the wrist has not had time to feel the force of the countershock, quietly, without a trace of breaking the air, the blunt iron pipe pierced into the solid red brick like tofu.

There is no rigid footwork and no fixed routine. It's all about thoughts, and the body moves at will.

Rising like a fish jumping the dragon gate, the momentum of the action is mighty, never returning, the right wrist tendon dragon kinked, with the iron pipe turned in a circle, obliquely upward, a cannon explosion in the air, he deliberately left his hand, deflected the angle, but the flute air wave hit the wall still left a shallow pit.

The skin on the surface of the palm rubs violently against the air, causing a slight pain.

Lian Cheng gasped slightly: "Huhuhu-" The physical consumption is extremely high, making his current strong body a little unbearable. My clothes were soaking wet, and I felt like I had experienced a heavy rain.

The soreness of the muscles is like a thick cast on the body, which is a sign of exhaustion.

Bang Dang......

The iron pipe that acts as a dagger falls to the concrete floor.

Liancheng's sweat ran down his hair, skimmed his eyebrows, and rolled down to his eyes in the gap between his eyelashes, and his eyes didn't seem to notice the sour and astringent sweat, and his person stood like a sword.

Reiki is the foundation of a cultivator and the source of all transcendent powers.

And Liancheng's aura is a set of swordsmanship in motion!

Thump......

Thump......

The surroundings gradually fell silent, and the sound of surging heartbeats became clearer and clearer.

Tired, the body is full of indescribable exhaustion, and the breath is heavy. But his mind became clearer and clearer, as if he had detached himself from this shell, calmly examining everything.

Blood gushed from the cracks between the fingers holding the cyan dagger, and the violent movement of the muscles tore open the skin, leaving a terrifying and hideous crack. That's the price of being rusty for the first time.

Pain and exhaustion afflict the body and brain.

Liancheng felt extremely sleepy, and his eyelids were trembling. He was full of energy as if he had been reborn, and the sound of his bones creaking sounded like pleasant music when his arms were shaking and shaking.

He didn't have to fight like this.

No need to sweat, no need to bleed, just stay comfortably in the cement house designed by the architects, sleep and eat, earn money and have fun, and that's enough.

Wrong.

Liancheng clenched his teeth, and his tongue pressed between his teeth to squeeze out the voice: "This is far away...... Inadequate. ”

This is not the way he should live.

To be content with the ordinary is to wait for a slow death.

He needed a gamble, and the stake was all about the time, the precious life, and the will to live for the rest of his life.

Gambling, even when it comes to losses, never stops. As descendants of the ancients who survived by taking the risk and leaving the cave and heading out into the vast plains, we are instinctively keen to take risks.

Because while living a long life of adventure, our ancestors developed a kind of unwarranted optimism. That is, things rarely go bad, and they feel better about themselves than they really are. In this way, they have the courage to act in the face of mortal risks.

We are miserable mathematicians who simply cannot understand a small probabilistic event. Even with the smallest possible accompaniment, we still think we'll be the only ones who wins.

Liancheng followed the instinct in his bloodline.

He chooses...... Bet on everything. Because he firmly believes that he will have the last laugh until he sees the most beautiful scenery at the top.

Click!

The iron pipe suddenly shattered into shards all over the ground.

Lian Cheng looked sideways, his eyes were like a sword, even if his body was shaky, he still smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth. The coolness of the eyebrows completely spread all over the body, and even the fatigue of torn muscles could not hide the comfort at the moment.

Reiki builds the foundation, Dacheng!

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In the dark night, Mr. Gou ran all the way in a hurry, wanting to return to his home immediately. It was terrified, and there was still horror in its eyes. I really can't imagine that after meeting Wang Qianyi and Liancheng's two terrifying demons again, I will meet ......

This group of perverted women behind you!

Several Miaoman figures pressed the husky tightly into the corner. In the shadow of the light, it was impossible to see their faces.

The woman at the head sneered and said: "Gou Buli, I didn't expect me to come to you again, right? Your subordinate He Shenggen told me everything obediently, it is said that you have met a good seedling who was born with a beautiful voice, should you tell you honestly? Do you know anything!"

Gou always wanted to deny it firmly, but his tail began to wag disobediently. As soon as it wants to lie, it will subconsciously make a tail wag movement.

"Hmph, sure enough! Take its phone and trick people out. If it's me, of course, it's good, if it's not me, then I'll fight until I tell the truth!"

Fuck your sister's old witch of the Red Sleeve Sect!

Gou always scolded in despair in his heart, and he pressed the button on his tie wildly.

"I'm Shakti!"

"I'm from I'm from Daewoo Entertainment!"

Then it slammed the red button twice: "Oh my day you MMP!"

A beautiful woman with smoky makeup next to her smiled: "Hmph, I'm still the lead singer of BKB48, what's so great about a small broken entertainment company!"

They carried Mr. Gou and slowly got into a long Mercedes-Benz.

If passers-by saw the faces of this group of women, they would definitely be surprised and adored and shouted loudly-

"Isn't this the most popular female idol group in China, BKB48?!Wow, the head of the group, Duan Hongsleeve, actually appeared?!" Then the person will faint.

No way, who made them so popular.