Isabella jumped up in panic and said, "I'm sorry for soiling your stuff, I didn't mean to." ”

Rogge's smile was as warm as a spring breeze: "It's okay, I'll give it to you." For more than a month, without you, Ette would have suffered much more. ”

The girl's face was surprised: "You, do you know Mr. Etter?"

"Yes, we don't just know each other, we're best friends. The fat man paused, looked around the courtyard, and did not let go of every detail. Although the courtyard is simple, it is elegantly and naturally arranged, and even vulgar things like Rogge feel calm for a while. Rogge said softly to the girl, "Can I meet your grandfather?"

The girl hesitated a little and whispered, "Grandpa...... I'm angry now. ”

Rogge said, "It doesn't matter, I just want to meet his old man." It's Etter, you better go over and have a look first, get familiar with the environment, and get to work. ”

"But what about Grandpa?"

"Well, I'll explain it to him for you, don't worry!Ah, by the way, whatever medicine your grandfather's illness needs, you can say it. The medicine money is even better for your winnings. ”

"But, those medicines are so expensive!"

"So, you're going to do a good job!" the fat man laughed so hard that his wolf's tail was wagging wildly.

"I will!" the girl nodded vigorously, and walked away cheerfully.

Rogge saw that his head was already a little west, and the old man was still sitting in the room angry, so he laughed, kicked open the door, and got into the room.

The old man's thunderous voice immediately sounded: "Who are you! Don't you even knock on the door when you come in?! Ah, it turns out to be a nobleman." Your Excellency is not welcome in the country yard of this little old man! lest I stain Your shoes, and I cannot afford to pay for them!"

Rogge looked around the room with a grin. The room was very small, with a bed, a table, and two chairs, and it was packed. There is also a small door, which looks like a kitchen. The fat man pulled over a chair and sat down across from the old man. He also picked up the teapot in front of the old man, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it.

The old man's face turned from red to purple, if he hadn't seen that Rogge was a nobleman, he would have thrown him out with something a long time ago.

The fat man squinted his eyes at the old man from head to foot, and from foot to head, even the pervert looked at the stripped lamb, and he didn't do it so carefully. For a moment, the room was eerily quiet, except for the old man's bellows-like panting.

"Master of Mist Illusion!" the fat man heard softly in the old man's ears, but it was like thunder, and he jumped up in shock, and the teapot also fell.

Rogge snorted softly, as if there was an invisible hand in the air, and the teapot flipped lightly in the air and returned to the table.

There was another moment of silence in the room.

"What are you afraid of?" said the fat man, with some sarcasm.

The old man sat down heavily, and in an instant it seemed as if he had aged several years. "Foggy, foggy. Alas, no one has mentioned this name for more than a decade. The Master of Mist Illusion is long dead. You nobles have forced the Fog Phantom family to ruin, even if he is still alive, he will never contribute to the nobles again. If you don't have anything else to do, please go back. The old man is old, and he doesn't have much to live, and in the end, he just wants to be quiet. ”

"Hmph, this old man is so hateful, he blocked all the roads first. Rogge thought indignantly, "I don't want you to get what you want!"

The fat man rolled his eyes, picked up the small teapot and observed. After a while, he shook his head, "Alas, what is like a fog is just a waste." Just looking at this teapot, you know that you have lived in the market for more than ten years, and your foggy eyes have long been smeared with sewage and sludge. It seems that I have come for nothing, so it is better to go to the Principality Painting Garden and find some artistic authorities to help. ”

The old man was furious and shouted, "You vulgar boy knows what taste is! Put down the teapot for me! Don't blame the old man, I'll beat you out!"

Rogge didn't believe such cruel words. The crime of beating the nobles can be big or small, and Rogge does not break it. The fat man rolled his eyes, looked at the sky, snorted disdainfully, and said: "I just don't know anything, and I also know this art word, which is exquisite and ingenious." Artists, if you don't create in a quiet environment, can you find inspiration in this place full of sewage and stinking sky? Paint some carvings?

The old man trembled with anger and said: "The art is the way, what is sought is nature, and what is talked about is Shen Yun! Every time you go down, don't follow nature, conform to the way of heaven, no more, no less, just right." Where the knife falls, its god appears by itself. Everything in the world is natural, and there are also university questions in this sewage, and children's crying can also enlighten their minds. How can you nobles who only know gold and jade understand?!"

"Oh?" said Rogge, who was interested, "I've never heard of this, and I have to ask for advice." ”

The old man was furious, and he only wanted to convince this kid and let him know that the word art is broad and profound, and there is no other world in it, and those artistic authorities who sell their fame and reputation are just deceiving ordinary people like Rogge. This preaching, the old man spoke so bluntly that his mouth was frothing, pointing fingers, until it was dark, and he was still at the end of his mind. I don't know how many pots of tea I drank to moisten my throat.

The sound of the courtyard door opening, followed by Isabella's sweet voice, "Grandpa, I'm back." Only then did the two people in the room wake up and calm down. The old man is unfinished, and Rogge is bitter.

The fat man stood up and said goodbye. snorted again and whispered: "You have been talking for so long, I don't know much." If you are really profound and profound, how can you not understand it to me? Just know it, but you can't preach and teach, this is the word master, hum, hum. The old man was furious and wanted to theorize, but Rogge walked away.

The next morning, the fat man appeared in the misty courtyard again, and met Isabella walking out of the door with red eyes. Rogge immediately asked, "What's wrong?" Did Etter bully you?"

The girl's tears almost fell again, and she said softly: "Grandpa said that he would not take medicine at all, saying that he would rather die than eat aristocratic things." He also scolded me severely. Whining. ”

The fat man was also furious, and said, "You can go to work, this old man ...... Old...... I've got me to deal with it, old gentleman!" the girl answered and went out.

This time to deal with the fog illusion, the nobles have spent a lot of time. Franco's artistic talent was the highest, but he was the first to be swept away. The reason is that no matter how high his artistic taste is, it can't be as high as the fog disappears. This old man's surname is strange, can he still be taken seriously? As for Lens, Etter is resolutely opposed, and of course, Etter, who is five big and three thick, is not suitable to come forward. When the old man saw that the nobleman had seduced his granddaughter, he didn't chop him up and eat him? Only Kate and Rogge looked like good people, and only Rogge was able to improvise, use strong words, and speak in a way that was not conventional.

Thinking of using hooligan methods to deal with the eccentric old man should be the most wrong way.

As he said yesterday, Rogge kicked the door into the house. The old man was about to scold, and when he saw that it was him, his spirits perked up, and he waited to preach again. Unexpectedly, Rogge took the lead: "I originally respected you for how old you are, but I didn't expect you to have a child-like temper! Isabella works hard to make money and buy medicine, what's wrong? You poured the medicine, so majestic, why do you only use it to little girls?"

"Hmph, what do you know, I'd rather die than touch the filth of those nobles!"

Rogge snorted: "I want to ask, why are the nobles' things dirty, and where are they dirty?"

"These nobles, none of them are good, even you! I want to ...... back then" This reminiscence of the past, since he can no longer close the floodgates. An old man and a young man kept bickering, and in a blink of an eye, it was a passing moment.

After saying that every morning, Rogge came here on time to report and quarrel with the fog phantom. The small courtyard was no longer quiet, and the two shouted and sometimes fought with each other. Fog Fantasy had long forgotten to ask Rogge why he came here every day to quarrel, and later, every time the fat man left, he was a little reluctant. Tossing and turning at night, just trying to make sure that kid was convinced, and he also calculated his bad breath for many years. Rogge quarreled in vain, and he was not idle at night. Anyway, he is mentally strong, and he just wants to meditate for a while, and he is full of energy. It is the reason for reading hard night and night, throughout the ages, the south and the north of the world, the gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas, and the hundreds of schools, all inclusive, all-encompassing, all-encompassing, all-encompassing. I hope to let the old man understand that after more than ten years of ignorance of the world, he is just a frog at the bottom of the well.

As for the neighbors, they have long turned a blind eye to the quarrel between the two and have turned a deaf ear. Every time Rogge came, he would greet everyone, always bring some candy to share with the children, and help the aunts and aunts a lot. In the meantime, on one occasion, two freshly baked breads were given to each family, which was steaming white bread. As they came and went, the townsfolk felt that Rogge's chubby face became more and more amiable. The old people who lived here also said that in their lives, they had never seen a nobleman who was willing to come to this place, nor had they ever seen a nobleman who really cared about these poor children. Old Peter, who was always drunk, saw Rogge walk into the foggy courtyard one day, and stood in the middle of the street with bad wine and said loudly: "This Mr. Rogge is a really good man." My old Peter lived for seventy years, and I think about how many countries he traveled when he was a seaman. Don't think I'm drunk, I can't be wrong to look at people with these eyes!"

Now that the people's aspirations have been decided, the misty fantasy on the opposite side of Rogue around him is not very good. The neighbors started talking in whispers, and then secretly grabbed Isabella and asked her to persuade her grandfather. The girl was shy and anxious, but there was nothing she could do. Later, the neighbors heard the two arguing during the day, and as soon as Rog left, they simply talked to the fog illusion theory again. Aunts and aunts have their own trivial truths, which are quite unreasonable and tangled, which are much stronger than Rogge.

Pity the master of the fog illusion every day to argue with Rogge during the day and quarrel with the neighbors at night. The granddaughter's gaze became more and more dissatisfied, and the bowl of medicine was getting more and more bitter day by day. For his granddaughter to go to Ette's house to work every time, Wu Phantom could only snort a few times to express his dissatisfaction, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

The polemic between the two was also Rogge's gradual dominance. First of all, on the point of "nobles are not good people", Rogge fought a big defeat and loss. The fat man buys people's hearts and minds, and often at night he becomes a living example of the neighbors refuting the old fog.

The next conclusion is naturally "There are good and bad nobles, are they much better or worse?", but Rogge did not dwell too much with him, and the topic changed to "Since the nobles have good and bad, then the things of the nobles are not all dirty." "Even if there is a foundation in front, the fog illusion will be defeated quickly. Rogge didn't let go, and then said "No matter where things come from, as long as they work hard and get it rightly, it's good." "This question won for a while, and since then, Fog Illusion can only drink medicine honestly every day.

Seeing that his position was loose, Wu Phantom was worried. But Rogge will never let go of the Reservoir Dogs, and soon discerns the misty oath of "not contributing to the nobility". Effortlessly, Rog made the Fog Illusion realize that he was overshadowing his partiality. The small mind is too inconsistent with the title of master.

This time, the two of them sat opposite each other in the small courtyard to chop firewood and drink tea, looking leisurely and leisurely, and they didn't know how many hard-working people they envied every day.

The axe in the hand of the misty phantom flew, splitting out neat pieces of fine wood like a quick knife cutting tofu. Rogge did not show weakness, he was already as powerful as a cow, and at this moment he blessed himself with a "brute bull power", his ten fingers were like falling flowers, tearing wooden piers like tearing cooked chickens, and he pulled out a piece of firewood with his empty hands.

The two are fighting to the most important point, that is, what is this god, and whether they will be defended by the oath of God.

Rogge tore the wood viciously, his eyes showed a fierce light, and said: "Let's not say whether there is a god in this world, even if there is a god, so what?" In fact, Rogge knew that there was a god in his heart, and those angels did not appear out of nowhere. The fat man continued: "Aren't there fewer unjust and tragic things in the world? If there is a god, why does it not care? If it is said that it cannot be controlled, it also means that its ability is limited, and even if it is a god, it is not omnipotent. At best, it's much stronger than you and me, but the essence is no different!"

Misty Fantasy disagreed: "The reason why God is called God is because He stands on the top of everything in the world and looks down on all beings. What God sees may not be able to see us, and what God hears, we may not be able to hear. The earth of this world is nothing but the work of the creator God. It took me a lifetime to understand a little bit of God's rules. That is, what the mysterious Eastern Continent calls Dao. In the name of the Supreme Being, the oath is of supreme potency, and it is worth keeping with one's life. ”

Rogge secretly kept a god for this "Tao", and Rodriguez brought himself a pitiful knowledge about this "Tao", only calling it the origin of heaven and earth, the source of all things, and the origin above the gods. How can people understand such a few words, it seems that this old guy himself is not clear during his lifetime. With the strength of the old thing, it is not impossible to cross many dangers and obstacles and go to the mysterious Eastern Continent, but he was too anxious and killed the Temple of Oedipus early, but it attracted the light of judgment. Thinking of this Rodriguez, I don't know what happened in the past year, I no longer feel his activities, as if he had disappeared.

The fat man wanted to think about it, but his mouth was not idle: "Even if God really has supreme power, it is because of our own limitations, and we can't see the world outside God." It's like a crawling insect that only has a sense of touch and only has the concept of length and width in its world. It's hard to make it understand what high is, right? Just like ants won't understand your work, you have to make this old antique understand the world outside of God, hehe, hum!"

"I don't understand, do you understand?" said the old man angrily.

"I'm really sorry, these words, it seems that I know more about the rules of operation in this world than you. Rogge was not ashamed.

Wu Xuan, who hadn't had a good rest for half a month, finally couldn't bear it anymore and yelled, "Okay! It's really a young man's world now." I have lived all my life, old man, and I have studied the way of nature for thirty years, and all I know is to chop wood. If you can cut your firewood better than mine, the old man has no words, and this old life is yours. You don't have to fight the old man every day so hard. If you lose, give the old man a quiet place!"

Rogge's head was sweating, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I swear in the name of the supreme god, and we will make up our minds!" But he thought in his heart: "Condemn you to a big-headed ghost." In the name of the supreme god, it's my business, chopping wood can't compare to you, Lao Tzu has his own other way! You old thing, there are many flaws! It's just that you old thing, you have been pretending to be stupid with me for half a month, damn, it's a bit of a doorway. We'll see!"

Since these days, Rogge has seen the fog phantom chop firewood countless times. The fat man used all kinds of detection methods in the past, and saw that the old man had no fighting spirit and no magic power, so he put his mind at ease. But at this moment, seeing the thin arm like a firewood stick, wielding a rusty axe, and being weak, but cutting down a few firewood very easily, the fat man felt that something was wrong.

Rogge picked up a piece of firewood, looked at it carefully, and slowly cold sweat flowed down his forehead, seeing that the fine firewood was neither straight nor symmetrical, but the texture of the wood on the whole body was not half broken, and it was natural. Rogge picked up the rusty axe, hugged the wooden pier, and went down lightly, but when he heard the sound, the wooden pier did not even have a mark. Rogge took a deep breath, gestured with his hands and feet, and pronounced the incantation, several different halos flashed on his body, but he blessed himself with "the power of the ox", "the agility of the cat" plus an acceleration technique. He carried the axe again, still learning the fog illusion, slowly falling, this time the rusty axe split into the wood, and sure enough, it didn't go in lightly, and there was no wooden pier in general. It's just that the fat man gritted his teeth, the green tendons of his whole body appeared, and the sawdust flew everywhere the axe. If the Fog Illusion Axe is a smokeless job, Rogge's move is to burn the forest.

It was easy to get a piece of firewood, and Rogge was about to pick it up and take a closer look, but when his fingers touched it, the firewood was banged and turned into sawdust.

Rogge wanted to cry without tears. After more than ten days of hard work, he was stuck at the last level, but he was played by the fog illusion from beginning to end.

But Fog Fantasy didn't expect that Rogge still had a hand called paranoia.

Rogge never wielded an axe again, but just held the wooden mound and pondered in the courtyard, ignoring the surroundings and hearing nothing.

It was already dark, and Isabella came to call Rog, but the fat man was like a stone sculpture, and he didn't move. The girl had no choice but to put the food next to Rogge. In the blink of an eye, it had frozen into a lump of ice, and the soup bowl was so cold that it cracked.

At night, goose feather snow falls from the sky, and Rogge, who is sitting still, becomes a snowman.

Early in the morning, Isabella exclaimed, took out a soft cloth, carefully wiped the snow off Rogge's body, and turned to leave, but a crystal tear fell.

Fog Illusion was drinking tea freely in the house, the girl came in and begged, Fog Illusion said slowly: "I can't persuade him back, he has entered a dead end." Besides, these nobles, if they die one, they are one. The girl said angrily, "Grandpa, you did it on purpose from the beginning, didn't you?"

Misty didn't speak again.

After the girl left, Wu Huan whispered to herself, the voice seemed to be decades old: "Grandpa is not a god, how could he have expected such an ending, alas." Grandpa's hot surname, I'm afraid it's going to affect you. ”

When it was night again, Franco, Lens, Kate, Eter, and Firth all came to the small courtyard, and when they saw Rogge, who was completely silent and unmoving, they had nothing to do, and they did not dare to deal with it in vain. Everyone didn't say a cruel word, but there was a kind of resentment in their eyes that stared at the fog illusion. The old man was not afraid, but when Isabella returned and saw the nobles staring at her, the old man began to tremble.

It was already dark, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves sounded in the alleys, and the golden light of fighting spirit sprinkled in the small courtyard, and Opirok walked into this small courtyard that could barely stand people.

Misty Fantasy was greatly surprised, he never thought that a low-class nobleman with an ordinary face would actually alarm the arrival of the only son of the Grand Duke of the Principality. But this has come to this, and everything can only be left to fate.

Ophorok frowned and sat down quietly across from Rog.

This is a night's sitting.

Early in the morning, Ophilog stood up, ordered a small shed to be built for Rogge, and left two golden lion knights to protect Rogge's safety, and then left with all the noble scum.

When it comes out, Rogge is like a statue, not eating or moving.

Isabella still worked at Etter's house, but when she saw that Ette's face was thin and her beard was growing, she was just drinking. The girl secretly wept and never talked to the fog again when she got home.

Sometimes the nobles who had seen that day would also come, and the crowd would just drink silently, but the gaze at the girl made Isabella tremble. That night, the nobles quarreled fiercely in Etter's study, and the girl vaguely felt that the matter was related, and was about to eavesdrop, but she bumped into Etter opening the door and coming out. Etter was stunned, but waved the girl home.

It was another dull night. The thick lead cloud had long since obscured the moonlight in the sky. Seeing that it was going to snow again, Isabella went out of the house with a quilt to cover Rogge. As soon as she opened the door, a gust of wind almost froze her. She gritted her teeth and stepped out of the house, when suddenly her lips opened wide, and the quilt in her hand slipped to the ground, but she was stunned.

The small courtyard was filled with black fog, and a skeleton walked out of the fog silently. The skeleton was dark black, and the girl would never have been able to see it if it hadn't been for the fuchsia electric light that flickered up and down Zhou's body.

The two golden lion knights in the courtyard felt something different, and were about to turn around, when the skeleton flashed with lightning, and two black shadows in their hands hit the back of the knight's head like lightning. The two knights snorted and fell to the ground.

Under the light of the purple-red fireworks, the scenery in the small courtyard is forested, like a demon domain in the world, and the skeleton is a demon god from the depths of hell!

Isabella was terrified, but she couldn't move. She only felt that the two golden lion knights had fallen in front of her. The next moment, a huge scythe appeared in the air, resting quietly on her snow-white and pink neck, the blade of which was almost half as tall as most of her person. The knife qi was excited, and a thin red line appeared on the girl's neck, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down.

The girl was so frightened that she was numb.

The skeleton looked at the quilt that had slipped to the ground, and the scythe disappeared silently, and the next moment, it appeared in the skeleton's hand.

The skeleton stretched out his hand, and the wooden pier that Rogge was clinging to floated into the air.

The skeleton's back was fully opened, and his whole body was full of lightning, and he straightened up the huge scythe with one hand!

Instantaneous purple electricity illuminated the entire courtyard. The scythe did not move, but a shadow of the knife fell, and the wooden pier in the air split in half and rolled to the ground.

The break is twisted and turned, and the wood grain is not broken at all.

The black mist poured out, and the skeletons stepped forward and disappeared into the fog. Before leaving, the skeleton glanced at the girl, who felt as if she understood the meaning of the gaze.

"Don't talk about tonight. ”

Early in the morning, Rogge moved.

In the blink of an eye, he slapped the dust off his body, and gently picked up the wooden pier that was divided into two pieces on the ground, and merged them into one.

Rog tapped lightly on the door, invited the fog to come out, and softly asked him to chop wood again.

The haggard Misty Phantom took a wooden pier, raised his axe and fell, and a thin piece of wood fell to the ground.

In Rogge's spiritual world, a faint blue light flashed on the fog illusion's body, enveloping the wooden pier, the axe, and himself.

Rogge smiled faintly and said softly: "Those who exist are all phantoms, those who are eternal will eventually be destroyed, and everything in the world, colorful and colorful, is just a blinded human heart." There will be a day in the end, in the sky, the green mountains and green waters, and the existence is only according to my heart!"

Rogge stretched out his hand and pointed, and a wooden pier gently floated into the air; with a flick of his fingers, the wooden pier bloomed like a spring flower, and every tiniest piece of wood silk was separated and danced in the air; finally, with a flick of the sleeves of his robe, the wooden silk in the sky disappeared cleanly.

"Thank you, Master!" Rogge turned around and slammed the foggy illusion to the ground.

While...... While...... The bell rings in the distance, and the new year is coming, and in a few days, it will be the year 686 of the sacred calendar.

What exists is an illusion, what is eternal will eventually be destroyed, and everything in the world, all the colors, is just a blinded human heart.

The first volume of "Reincarnation" is over

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