As expected, the person who came was the young man who claimed to be Buxu in the inn, the grandson of the Buxu Daojun two hundred years ago. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He came slowly alone, his figure was straight as loose, and his expression on his face was as cold and arrogant as yesterday, which made people know at first sight that this was not an ordinary character, and even made Fang Ping and the idiot monk look at each other and frown after watching him walk into the Weeping Blood Pavilion.

"This little brother, I see that your cultivation is not bad, but you are very good-looking. The idiot monk spoke first: "I am a foolish monk, and I have been to Huaiyin City a few times, I don't know who you are?"

Bu Xu's gaze swept over the face of the idiot monk, and he didn't answer this question, but looked straight at Fang Ping: "You are the person from Bishuimen?"

Fang Ping frowned: "I am the master of the Bishui Gate, who are you?"

Obviously, the two of them were the same as Lin Sen, they couldn't see Buxu's true cultivation, so they could only listen to the news in the county.

Bu Xuan didn't answer this question, his expression didn't change in the slightest, and he still said indifferently: "You can't get what you want." ”

As soon as Lin Sen heard it, he knew that the grandson of this Buxu Dao Jun already knew what Bi Shuimen was doing, and he also saw its purpose: like them, Bi Shuimen made so much effort to cover up the true origin of the Weeping Blood Pavilion and erase the traces of Buxu Dao Jun's existence, isn't it just for the sake of a strange treasure?

However, when Fang Ping and the idiot monk heard this, they were a little surprised and stunned, their expressions tightened, they stared at Bu Xuan cautiously, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? What do you mean by this?"

Lin Sen was stunned when he saw this, and then suddenly woke up: these two guys didn't even know the identity of the young man!

In fact, they may know the true origin of the Weeping Blood Pavilion, and they also know the existence of the Dao Monarch of Buxu, but it is precisely because of this that they will not associate this name with the present, after all, who would have thought that another heir of the Dao Gentleman would emerge two hundred years later? That is, Lin Sen, who did not know the situation and only got some information from the heavenly machine, would be helpless to find the news of the strange treasure only by relying on the word Buxu!

So at this moment, in the face of a young man who knew everything and regarded himself as a master, Fang Ping and the idiot monk were dumbfounded: Who are you? As soon as you come, you will expose our hidden facts, and threaten that our plan will not succeed?

"It seems to be just the four of you. Bu Xuan still didn't mean to solve their doubts, turned around slightly, swept his eyes on Lin Sen and Nezha, and said: "It turns out that those people also know that the fate here is doomed!"

Lin Sen's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, although the meaning of these words was unclear and unclear, but the bad smell was full of it.

"Is there anyone else who knows about the Strange Treasure?" he thought to himself, "but for some reason, none of them came?"

At this moment, the five people in the Weeping Blood Pavilion were divided into three waves, and they all had different thoughts: the cold and arrogant Bu Xu, the dignified Fang Ping and the idiot monk, and the thoughtful Lin Sen and Nezha.

"Well, so be it. The young man took a deep breath, suddenly raised his left arm, and pointed his middle finger and index finger together like a knife in his right hand, and with a slight stroke on his left wrist, there was red blood rushing out, and flowing into a blood line on his wrist, and dripping on the ground.

At this moment, a red light suddenly shone on the ground of the Weeping Blood Pavilion, causing everyone who were shocked to see its self-harming actions involuntarily look down.

Then they saw a mysterious and intricate pattern flashing by.

Then they shook in unison, their eyes glazed over.

"I'll go in and have a look, too. The young man pursed his lips, stared at the ground with complicated eyes, and said softly: "Mother has explained." ”

Then he also shuddered, stunned.

There was an instant silence in the pavilion.

......

When Lin Sen came back to his senses, what appeared in front of him was no longer the empty pavilion on the embankment, but a martial arts arena paved with stone platforms.

This martial arts arena is an indoor structure, surrounded by pure white walls, and the ground is some kind of black-brown wooden material, which seems to be solid wood, in which the texture is clear and the color is bright, at a glance, you can see that it is definitely expensive, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary martial arts arena - at least Lin Sen feels that even if it is his own stone martial arts arena, if there is no magical attribute attached to the game system, the value is probably not as good as the one in front of him.

But at this time, Lin Sen didn't have the time to care about this, looking at the strange scene in front of him, he was a little confused: How did I come here? A moment ago, I was obviously still in the Weeping Blood Pavilion, how could it become this indoor martial arts arena in the blink of an eye?

"No, it's weird!"

Encountering a bizarre situation in person, Lin Sen immediately held his breath and concentrated, spreading his senses to the most acute state, trying to find some clues - sure enough, he also really found that although the scene he saw in front of him was real, and the surrounding light and shadow were not flawed, there was always an inexplicable sense of virtuality haunting his heart, as if this martial arts arena was just a set on the stage, and it did not exist with the real world at all, as long as someone gently tore it, it would immediately reveal its true appearance.

"This is the feeling of the illusion!" Lin Sen thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized: "When I first controlled the White Snake Legend Illusion Realm, wasn't it like this?"

This unique feeling of plausibility and non-fiction and non-reality was a rare experience for him, so he immediately recalled it, but after judging where he was, he wondered a little: what does this mean? Ingest yourself into the illusion and then preserve your consciousness? What is the meaning of the existence of the illusion array?

Lin Sen was able to experience this feeling at the beginning, and realized that he was in the illusion because he was the host of the illusion array and the controller of the illusion, otherwise, according to normal theory, any other living beings who were taken into the illusion should have their spiritual consciousness affected, forget their own identity, act as an NPC in the illusion, and be controlled by the host of the illusion!

"It's intentional. ”

Nezha's voice came from his ears, and Lin Sen turned his head to look, and sure enough, he found a little fart child on his side. At this time, the little guy frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I'm not talking about the kid called Buxu, but the strange treasure that is about to be born!"

"Nezha, you're also in?" Lin Sen was stunned: "You mean that the illusion we are in now is set up by a strange treasure?"

"Of course I came in, and it was supposed to be not in the same illusion as you, but that strange treasure is a good negotiable, and it was arranged after a little communication. Nezha nodded: "And I also learned some other information, such as this illusion seems to be set up by it as a selection level, just like when you first accepted the apprentice, only through the selection can you get its recognition, and then consider the matter of recognizing the master." ”

Lin Sen looked strange when he heard this, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: Who would have thought that he was still designing illusions to select disciples before, and in less than half a year, he would become the one who was selected, what a wonderful thing the world is.

"Do you know how to choose?"

"It didn't say it. Nezha said, suddenly turned his head and said, "But you can see for yourself." ”

Lin Sen turned his head to look, and saw that at some point, on the opposite side of the martial arts arena, a warrior in a short shirt and shorts suddenly appeared, and he was running towards him with a solemn face, making it clear that he wanted to fight with himself.

He immediately laughed: "It seems that even if it is in the illusion, you have to do it!" (To be continued.) )

PS: Well, there is good or bad news: after these few days of troubles, I have successfully resigned!

It's not that I want to be full-time, my grade, full-time is to drink the northwest wind, but there are some problems at work, which leads to this result...... Anyway, in a short period of time, before finding a new job, there will be plenty of time, and the update should also be able to try to stabilize, at least stronger than now! Let's wait and see~~