Chapter 2: Strange Stones

Lear only felt a pain all over his body, and his bones seemed to fall apart, so what could it be...... Lao Tzu has already worn it once, and he has worn it again? It seems that the age of sixteen is a great calamity for himself, and he wears it once at this time? He raised his hand in pain, and found that he could not move at all.

"Boom, boom......" A muffled thunder swept through the sky, and big drops of rain smashed down on the head and face. He twisted his neck hard and turned his face sideways, and a few drops of rain fell into his mouth, clearing his mind a little.

Only now did he realize that he was "butt backwards, flat sand and goose style", but the big head was downward, and the hungry dog grabbed food. Glancing at the past, Lear let out a sigh of relief, the mountain was still the same big black mountain, and the trees were still those green and blackened trees, and he didn't cross it again.

The rain was getting heavier. Lear struggled to get up from the puddle of mud and moved his legs and feet, well! He glanced at the giant trees that were lying down in a radial shape around him, and couldn't help but shiver, fortunately he had hit three mahogany stand-ins in a row, otherwise it would have been ashes, at least he was seriously injured, missing arms and legs.

The peach wood stand-in puppet is one of the life-saving spells taught to him by Lear's master!

The master in his previous life, hey...... Lear was depressed every time he thought about it.

He is a Taoist priest in the rivers and lakes, and to be more precise, he is a warlock in the rivers and lakes, who relies on guessing words and playing hexagrams, looking at feng shui to find crypts, and deceiving him.

But the old guy didn't think so, he said that he was the one hundred and thirty-sixth generation descendant of the Taoist Tianshu Sect, Daoshu, Daoshu...... Thousands of years have passed, and the spiritual energy on the earth has become thinner, but the harmful gases have increased with each other, and all the Dao Sects have been blown away by rain and wind, and even the roots of the Dao Sect have been lost. However, the operation is still fruitful, and this is the strength of the operation.

And Lear is the abandoned baby he picked up under a plum tree, "The Book of Songs, Daya" cloud: Qi Qi brother, Mo Yuan Guer. "Xiaoya" is cloudy: Bilvi Ho, the flower of normality. The old god recited it in a babbling manner, and immediately referred to Li as his surname and named him Er. He has the same name and surname as the Taoist ancestor, and after taking the name, he was smug and overjoyed, and even drank an extra glass of wine.

The old charlatan said on the day he was three hundred and thirty-three years old, and he knew that it was a big fool, Lear said in his heart, but he wouldn't say anything if he was killed. He called him to the front of the bed and said, "Apprentice, we got the book too late, if we can find this book earlier, we can live for another thousand eight hundred years as a teacher, hey, it's too late...... You must know this book by heart...... For the teacher, but the feather......"

The old god stick finished speaking, and kicked his legs and burped.

Lear didn't understand anything else, but he memorized seven seven eight eight under the education of the old god's stick and carrots, and there were many messy, ghost-drawn talisman-like things, all of which were memorized by rote under the cramming teaching.

Maybe it's because the old god deceives people too much and creates a lot of evil. He had just taken his last breath when the lonely Taoist temple on the hill was struck by a silly white lightning. With a loud bang, Lear felt himself floating, fluttering, drifting, fluttering, fluttering,

Thinking of this, Lear thought that the old thing was purely deserved to be struck by lightning, and he searched for the monk's cave everywhere, unearthed those so-called secret books, immortal weapons, spiritual weapons, and treasures, and dug up people's ancestral graves, so could he not be cursed?

He said there was an aura in it!

As a result, he was dragged down and was struck by lightning! The old Taoist god has been sticking all his life, pretending to be struck by lightning, which is justified. But he was innocent, and his weak heart was hurt like this.

Lear was fluttering, fluttering, fluttering, and waking up to find that he was actually in swaddling clothes! He was startled, and said, "Ah...... I ......" and held back half of it, leaving only "Ah...... Wow wow......".

If he really said the rest of it, maybe he was waiting for the fate of the old god stick under the plum tree again! The newborn child said, "me!" What else could it be if it wasn't a monster?

He turned his head to look at the big pit that suddenly appeared in the distance, the whole forest seemed to be gnawed away by a giant hungry beast, the trees and grass within a radius of 100 meters were gone, only a big pit was more than a dozen people deep, and there was still smoke curling, and the trees and rocks 100 meters away around were all powdered, but the trees outside were all centered on the big pit, showing a radial lodging shape!

He screamed and threw himself into the pit. In this world, it is said that the meteorite landed, and there is a considerable probability of finding the meteorite iron, which is an unavoidable treasure, used to make weapons, known as indestructible, and indestructible.

A large area was raised around the crater, as if it were a small crater, and the rain would not pour into it, but Lear still felt unusually hot when he stepped on it, and the soil around the pit turned into glass-like crystals.

There was nothing to be seen in the burnt pit but the curling smoke......

Lear didn't give up, but slipped down the smooth wall of the pit and touched the bottom of the pit.

What is this? Lear picked up a stone chip that was more than half a meter long, almost seventy or eighty centimeters, and felt very heavy to his hands.

Is this the Meteorite Iron? He looked at the black black stone piece in his hand and was stunned. Legend has it that the meteorite iron is shiny and shiny, and there are star-like points of light on it, this stone looks like a broken blade that has been burned, and it is still black and covered with glass-like bumps, and there are several holes that are obviously burned through by the heat, how ugly and ugly. And the surrounding soil is still hot, how can this stone chip be cold?

But Lear can be sure that this thing definitely fell from the sky and is not native to here!

Doesn't it matter, it's a broken rock and a meteorite, isn't it?, Lear unceremoniously dropped it in his fur backpack and crawled out.

The tricolor deer is gray and gray, under the fixed-point impact of such a large fireball, there must be no bones left, Lear circled around the big pit, and the harvest is still extremely rich.

Under the powerful shock wave, thousands of birds and beasts were stunned and killed, and Lear picked up thirty or fifty black civet chickens, a slightly smaller tricolor deer, and even a swift wind giant wolf in a moment!

Lear looked at its huge size, more than two or three meters long, like a calf! This must be a lone wolf, he took a breath of cold air, the fast wind lone wolf is one of the most terrifying monsters on the edge of the forest, if he encounters it, he can only escape, and see if he can escape.

The swift wolf not only comes and goes like the wind, but also can spray wind blades, such a big swift wind lone wolf can cut through a half-meter-thick tree with a single wind blade! But now?" Lear laughed as he looked at the Swift Wind lone wolf, who was dead and couldn't die anymore.

Quack, quack! The crow circled in mid-air again, and the noise annoyed Lear! He looked at the sky and spat fiercely: Phew!

Taking out the bone knife hanging from his waist, Lear quickly undressed the Swift Wind Wolf, and hummed happily while cutting the wolf's skin: "Ah, the sun, the sun, the ...... in my heart" What is this song!

A complete Swiftwind wolfskin is worth more than a deerskin, and can be sold for at least three gold coins, so that you can add yourself an iron knife in the town, well, no! an iron dagger! The dwarven blacksmith in Moore Town, Old Babie, is not a cover! But the price is not low!

The rest of the money can buy some medicine for my mother to treat the wind and cold, and buy some food, so I don't have to worry about it this winter. He quickly tore off the entire wolf's skin as he stared at the huge wolf's hair.

Such a big Swift Wind Wolf should have a magic crystal, but how to get rid of it? As the saying goes, a wolf has a copper head, iron legs, and a tofu waist, but the wolf's head is the hardest! He didn't think that the well-polished bone knife in his hand could cut through the wolf's hard skull.

Suddenly, he had an idea, didn't he pick up a stone chip just now, why don't you use it to try the knife, if it is broken, it only means that this piece of meteorite iron is useless! It can't even cut the wolf's head, let alone make a divine weapon.

He pulled out the crooked meteorite chip from his skin and slashed it down!

"Poof!" The brains splashed everywhere, and the hard wolf head seemed to be cut like tofu, and Lear was dumbfounded! This meteorite piece has no blade at all, how can it be so sharp! What's even more strange is that the wolf blood stained on the meteorite disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been absorbed by the meteorite!

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, and threw it out with a thrill in his heart, this meteorite has a ghost!

It took a while for Lear to come to his senses, he unwillingly picked up the meteorite, isn't it just a meteorite, and it's so sharp, maybe there is a magic weapon, no matter what, it can be worth a few silver coins!

The little fortune fan added a dirt bun and stuffed the meteorite into his backpack.

Lear quickly reached into the Swift Wind Wolf's skull, and a slippery thing suddenly appeared in his palm!

Sure enough, there is a magic crystal! Get rich! Lear laughed happily as he looked at the round cyan magic crystal the size of a finger with red blood stains and white brains on his hand.

The cyan wind system magic crystal, at least the magic crystal of the third-order demonic beast, can be sold for about thirty gold coins in the market, which is much more valuable than wolf skin!

Lear happily picked up the birds and beasts on the ground, and even cut off the two legs of the Swift Wind Giant Wolf and put them in his backpack. His rucksack was almost a head taller than his own!

Now Lear is a humanoid snail.

Also a sixteen-year-old boy, the children of Moss Village are still spoiled around their mother at home, but Lear has to shoulder the burden of the family.

It is not wrong to describe Lear as a child of a poor family, who is not only a head taller than children of the same age under the pressure of a hard life, but also has much more strength. More than ten years of absorbing and transforming the aura formed by the earth elements has made his body far stronger than ordinary people.

The sky is thick and the soil is thick, and the virtue is loaded. Earth-based energy is the most powerful way to strengthen the body, but because it can't transform the aura of other castes, Lear's body also develops horizontally, and it gradually becomes extremely strong.

However, such an uneven development is extremely disadvantageous, and it is even more impossible to reach the realm of the Dao, how many cultivators are humanoid tyrannosaurus?