It was four o'clock in the morning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Milky Way hangs high and is as gorgeous as yarn, and the stars look down on Jurassic Park.

From time to time, there is a sound of scurrying in the jungle, and the slightest cold wind blows on the face, mixed with the unique fishy smell of dinosaurs, which makes people feel particularly exciting.

In this way, Songming hiked through the dangerous group of poison-bladed dragons to the largest gathering area of the earthwalkers.

The front suddenly opened up.

It is an open grassland, surrounded by trees and a basin.

The grassland is not big, but it is very deep, the grass shape is like thorns, the grass depth is higher than that of people, the height is uneven, there is occasionally a wind sweeping in the meantime, there seems to be a singing beast running in an instant, and the fierce birds fly together, which faintly gives people a sense of mystery that is more than the jungle.

To be precise, this is not a grassland, but a piece of-

Grass Forest!

This is supposed to be the place where the Earth Walking Dragon haunts, although the Earth Walking Dragon is called the Earth Walking Dragon, but most of the activity time is still on the ground, but at this moment there is something abnormal, the radar shows that there are hundreds of Earth Walking Dragons nearby, and all of them are cowering underground, as if they are afraid of something.

"Is there some natural predator?"

Song Ming touched the Tuxing Dragon Spirit Root on his right chest, only to feel creepy, and suddenly a cold one, a gust of wind swept by, accompanied by a short hissing that seemed to be nothing, as if danger had suddenly arisen, but it quickly returned to calm.

I only felt that my scalp was numb and cold, but I couldn't help it, it had come to this point, and I had to bite the bullet.

Song Ming burrowed into the grass forest and looked around for the pit of the earth-walking dragon, which was usually sealed immediately after the earth-walking dragon drilled into the ground, so he had to move forward and explore carefully to find a little clue.

At this time—

Suddenly, there was an ethereal male voice like Zen, which swept past Song Ming's ears, as light as a breeze:

"Disturbing fishing kills people. ”

Song Ming was startled and stood up suddenly:

"Who is it?"

Looking around, on a high ground in the west corner of the grassy forest, there was a figure lying on its side on the boulder, and the posture was quite ecstatic.

Song Ming rubbed his eyes, looked inside the system, but did not detect any spiritual reaction, and contacted the reward he received before, Song Ming couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Is this guy really here to hunt me, why are the Earth Dragons so scared that they don't dare to come out of the hole?"

The more unusual things are, the more they arouse curiosity.

Song Ming's curiosity broke through the sky in an instant, and without saying a word, he ran towards the boulder in the west, all the way through the dense grassy forest, regardless of the thorns and cutting people, came to the boulder, scurried upward, climbed the boulder violently, stared at the figure in front of him, and was dumbfounded:

"It's not ...... Li Bai?"

Li Bai is just a metaphor.

In front of him, an old man dressed in a white robe, lying on his side on the edge of the boulder, with his chin in his left hand, a wine jug in his right hand, and a long sword pressed on his elbow, the blade of the sword stretched out of the boulder, the tip of the sword was tied with a red rope, and the other end of the red rope was not in the grass, as if he was fishing, and blended in with the surrounding environment.

Although the old man's eyebrows are white, there is no kindness on his face, his long hair is flowing, his body is wild, and his face is full of fiery red wine.

Song Ming frowned and looked closely, the old man had a gray cloth belt around his waist, and seven vermilion stars were printed on his back, which happened to be arranged in the spoon-shaped pattern of the Big Dipper, but the star at the top of the spoon handle was different, it was drawn by a dotted line, which looked a little dim.

Song Ming only felt weird:

"Old man, are you here to arrest me?"

The old man burped slowly:

"Since you're here, don't you already have an answer?"

When Song Ming heard this, he pondered it carefully, and his liver gradually became excited, and he even jumped out of his chest.

There is no doubt that the appearance of the old man in the white robe is a master, since he is not here to arrest him, then Songming's opportunity has come, according to his countless routines of reading films, when he meets a master, he must stick it with a dead face, according to this guiding ideology, Songming immediately coughed dryly, and whispered harassment:

"Old man, be careful of catching a cold!"

"Old man, where are you from?"

"Old man, how old are you?"

"What's your name, old man?"

"Old man, you-"

"Shh......h

The white-robed old man's face was slightly embarrassed, and he didn't look like he wanted to stop when he heard Song Ming, he didn't even look at Song Ming, he only made a silent gesture and continued to stare at the grass forest.

The night was like a cloak wrapped around him.

Seeing that there was no movement in the grass forest, he smiled leisurely after a while:

"When the sea changes, I know that the wind has withered, I am afraid that I have been wandering for too long, and I don't know who I am, and I don't know what my name is. ”

"Huh?"

Song Ming was stunned, thinking that this uncle's brain is a little abnormal, and even he has forgotten who he is and what his name is, isn't that equivalent to amnesia? This is the routine of Korean dramas!

In any case, this must also be a master's routine.

Soon, Song Ming's gaze shifted to the old man's "fishing rod", and continued to look for the topic in line with the guideline of finding something to say if he had nothing to say:

"Old man, your great sword...... It's a long time!"

I didn't want to mention this sentence but mentioned the old man's interest, only to see him turn his head, grin at Songming, and said excitedly:

"You said Chihahime, a beautiful sword, as beautiful as herself. ”

"Huh?"

Song Ming was a little puzzled, and couldn't figure out the logic in the old man's words:

"Chihahime...... This sword has a woman's name?"

The old man nodded and said meaningfully:

"Of course, that's an old wife, don't beat her idea. ”

“......”

Song Ming couldn't cry or laugh, after a few words, it can probably be speculated that ninety percent of the old man may be brain-dead, and one percent may be a master, but although one percent is small, it is not completely impossible, so he continued to talk:

"I'm not an adult, uh...... What are you doing all the time?"

"Fishing. ”

"Fishing with a sword?"

"Fishing with a sword. ”

"What can you catch in the grass?"

"Fishing for dragons. ”

"Are you fishing for earth dragons?"

"I mean dragons, not dinosaurs. ”

"Dragon?!"

Song Ming was shocked, did there really exist a dragon in this world? Could this white-robed old man really be a master? Or does this "dragon" mean something else......

Genius, for example?

Holding the idea of not missing any opportunity, Song Ming suddenly closed his arms and clenched his fists, revealing his lean and angular muscles, his feet were forked, and he squatted up, like the sauce explosion in the movie "Kung Fu", left and right, and made a few punches vigorously, and said confidently:

"Senior, do you think I'm the dragon you want to catch?"

The white-robed old man squirted out a mouthful of old wine, buffered for a long time, and continued to stare at the grass forest and said:

"You're thinking too much. ”

"I ......"

A basin of cold water poured down his heart, and Song Ming scolded 10,000 of them in his heart, only to feel that this white-robed old man was really ruthless, and his face endured the loss, and continued to ask reverently:

"Actually, the younger generation is currently in a difficult situation, what should I do to get out of this predicament?"

Song Ming only implicitly expressed his willingness to ask for help.

But the old man didn't look back and said:

"Be yourself. ”

When Song Ming heard this, 10,000 grass and mud horses roared past in his heart, and the anger that he had endured for a long time finally broke out:

"You sell chicken soup?"

The development of things is very different from the rhythm expected by Song Ming, I thought that looking at the cool appearance of the old man, he should be a master who can show him the way, but in the end he didn't expect it to be just a passerby who met in Pingshui.

The so-called words are not speculative for more than half a sentence, Song Ming turned around and wanted to leave, wanting to continue looking for his earth hole, at this time-

The sky cracked.

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Teaser: Chapter 0019, why-you-so-weak......