This early morning indifference did not meet Wushuang, but he encountered the myth of the equally difficult H country, Onigu.

This Sunday at 4 a.m. was a little different from usual, because no one who was qualified to meet Musou met him. So who will Wushuang meet? Ghost Gu wants to know, indifferent wants to know, many people want to know tonight, who is so lucky and so unlucky?

Xiao Qing was extremely excited, he ate the spicy fragrant pot at noon, and unconsciously fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found that only himself was left in the cafeteria, and the employees who were about to close. Of course they knew who Xiao Qing was, he was a celebrity in Sanye High School, and a day before, he was a member of the team Heaven and Earth Society. Pros, that's a special effect that brings a stage spotlight everywhere you are.

He slept for a long time, these days he worked all night, some disrupted the normal routine, he couldn't sleep at night, and he was sleepy during the day. He was already on the big hero, and felt that it was time to regulate his daily routine, he yawned and walked out of the cafeteria, thinking so in his heart, and at the same time thanking his friends in his heart for not taking his shoes, belts or pants with him before they left!

At 3 o'clock in the morning, Xiao Qing finally got up from the bed. His eyelids closed, the thoughts in his brain could not be calmed down, and all kinds of strange thoughts set up a tent in his mind, and good scenes were staged in turn.

In desperation, he chose to wear BTT and enter the world of heroes to find sleepiness.

His eyes were white, and there was a small gray dot in the distance except himself. He knew that the gray dot was a person, an old man in a gray robe.

Gray Dot quickly galloped in front of Xiao Qing, his face was charitable, and he asked Xiao Qing: "How is it, have you thought about it, do you want to screen it, little friend." ”

Xiao Qing was originally curious about the so-called screening, and learned what was going on from the eagle's mouth, but he was even more curious, because the eagle only said that the screening was to select the hermit, but he didn't say what kind of way the screening was to select the hermit.

Xiao Qing didn't ask the Taoist priest, just hummed lightly and nodded lightly.

With a gesture of his nod, he released something different. Everything around, as well as every corner of oneself, the yin and yin seen by the eyes are still the same but they seem to be different, the same sound they hear, the smell they smell, the feeling of every inch of their skin, the yin and yin are still the same, but they feel that they are different.

He knew he was in the game, but he couldn't feel that way anymore, he was convinced that he wasn't in the game at the moment, and that the old man in front of him wasn't an NPC or anything like that, and it all happened in a split second when he nodded.

I saw that the old Taoist's expression suddenly changed, and a pair of dry old hands came out of the darkness in the cuffs.

Xiao Qing saw such a close palm, he couldn't dodge, where did he have time to think about it, so he punched.

What's different? He had such thoughts in his subconscious all the time.

He suddenly felt as if he was stronger than before, and it was inexplicable!

The fists were facing each other, and they all took a few steps back.

Xiao Qing didn't know what palm technique the other party used, but he knew what he had used, and the strange thing was that he didn't have a choice for Yin Yin, so how could he use it?

In the game of Heroes, the choice is limited, and players can choose any martial arts that they have mastered before or after the game starts, as well as weapons and so on. Once a choice has been made, it cannot be changed until the game ends. And just now, Xiao Qing made a move without a choice, and because of this, he felt that it was wrong and felt that he had become stronger.

He looked at the old Taoist priest in disbelief, but the Taoist priest had no intention of giving him some guidance.

Xiao Qing tried to make a few moves that were completely different from those in martial arts, and the results were all successful, and he found that the limitations in the game, at this moment, for some reason, suddenly disappeared. He can use all the martial arts he knows.

The old Taoist priest didn't give him time to be happy, and bit Xiao Qing tightly. The two of you have a move, and I have a lot of fun.

Xiao Qing is fond of knives, and it is a rare opportunity, how could he miss the urge to dance all kinds of knife techniques wildly?

As soon as he thought of the knife, this thought turned into a knife, and this knife was held in Xiao Qing's hand, and it was an ordinary knife that could not be more ordinary.

Xiao Qing felt strange, and felt as if it should be like this.

"Old Taoist Grandpa, is this screening? Do I have to beat you to get through? Xiao Qing believes that this is the number of roads that are often found in games, even if he thinks that this may not be the world in the game, then this will be there?

"Hubris, beat me? I think I remember a lot of people saying that, but beating me has never happened. ”

The old Taoist priest looked very displeased, he was indeed old, so old that he couldn't even use the old words of the world to describe him. But he doesn't like to hear anyone say that he is old, and this word seems to remind him all the time that you are old and your time is running out.

What about being old, even if it is just a wisp of thought at the moment, not any yellow-haired child can withstand it.

The old man slapped again, but this time the palm was much slower than any of the previous palms, but the incomparably vigorous momentum made the old man who was as slow as a turtle like a god standing up to the sky at this moment.

That palm has not arrived, and it is even so slow that it will never be issued, but Xiao Qing is pale, all the creatures who see this scene will be pale, the fear that shrouds in the heart is so clear, the mountain like a tide is slowly becoming a substantial power, the yin and yin do not exist, and the existence of the scene is looking at all things.

The black wave, at first glance from a distance, you think it is slow, but the next moment it will be pale, he just looks slow.

In how slow the tide is, when he overflows the heavens and the earth, how can you avoid.

If you can't avoid it, then don't avoid it, just like the first palm of the old Taoist.

A normal person, looking at the magnificence that covers the sky and the sun in front of him, it is impossible to give birth to such a whimsical idea as Xiao Qing.

One before and one after the other, the two palms that are very different are of course different in Xiao Qing's opinion, but he is also different at this moment, he didn't have a knife before, but now he is holding a knife.

There is a world of difference between him who has a sword and who does not have a sword, this heaven is the heaven above the ninefold, this earth is the earth below the eighteen layers, and this heaven and earth are places far beyond the reach of the tide.

Xiao Qing held the knife, closed his eyes, and made a move to put it into the scabbard of his left hand, his left hand did not have a scabbard at all, but the absurd thing happened, the knife in Yin Yin's hand disappeared with Xiao Qing's action of putting the knife into the sheath, as if he was really holding an invisible scabbard in his left hand.

Xiao Qing took a step back with his right foot, raised his left hand to his shoulder, and carried the invisible knife and scabbard on his shoulder. His right hand gradually moved, reaching out to his left shoulder, and his movements seemed to be slowly pulling out the knife.

Yin Yin is nothing! At least visually, there is no knife in sight, and there is no sheath in sight, so this scene is very funny. However, in the next moment, a silver-white sharp light burst out from Xiao Qing's shoulder, and as Xiao Qing slowly drew the knife, the light became more and more intense, more and more dazzling, as if Xiao Qing's right hand was really holding a peerless treasure knife, and the left shoulder was really resisting the scabbard, and when the knife was pulled out less than a millimeter, the power carried in the scabbard instantly tilted.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and soon laughed in ecstasy. His wrinkled old eyes suddenly opened, as if to show his recognition of Xiao Qing through this. He recognized that posture, he didn't expect that someone would inherit that person's posture - Eight Desolations Draw a Sword!

The tide continued to rise to the higher heavens, and its power forced the earth to shatter as if it had to break into the deepest hell.

Xiao Qing is very calm, the mountains are shaking, and he is the only one who is calm and unhurried, like Haoshi, who has taken root in the ground.

The cold light is shining, Xiao Qing is like the sun and moon in this world, it is all the light and heat of this world, scattered to all things.

Xiao Qing's speed of drawing his sword became faster and faster, and the speed at which the old Taoist priest came out of his palm became faster and faster, and in an instant, there was only a white light between heaven and earth that could not be seen directly, and the wave of black terror.

The light converged and fell from the sky, because at this time the knife had been drawn. Pulling out and chopping down, the action is done in one go, and the mistake makes people feel that the two actions are carried out at the same time.

Xiao Qing slowly retracted his knife, and the tide in front of him was cut down a straight avenue.

In the middle of the tide, the old Taoist priest smiled and nodded, and his heart was shocked. He hadn't seen such a sharp and clean mind in a long time.

The tide seemed to evaporate under the high heat, and the old man's figure gradually dissolved into the full steam.

The steam diffused, enveloping everything, and when it finally dissipated, Xiao Qing's eyes were already another place.

He felt the heat, unprecedented heat, the space in front of him distorted in the heat, and the sweat in his body had evaporated before it could come out.

Xiao Qing saw a twisted figure, he was bending down and pouring the hot lava into the barrel with a wooden flutter.

Wooden floats, barrels, lava?

Xiao Qing rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had seen it wrong. The wooden float, the barrel, must just look like woodwork, or the lava just looks like lava.

It wasn't magma, but it was much hotter than lava.

Xiao Qing greeted the distorted figure not far in front of him, but it was difficult to distinguish, and asked, "May I ask where is this?" Have I done the math? ”

Hearing the voice, Wushuang stopped the movement in his hand, he turned to look at Xiao Qing, he could see it clearly, no matter what environment he was in, as long as he wanted to see something clearly, even if it was a world away, even if it was separated by thousands of mountains or thousands of rivers, he could see it, just like that thing was in the palm of his hand, how he wanted to see it, from any angle, he could easily do it.

He was wearing a gray robe, obviously the same style as the old Taoist priest. He looked extremely young and immature, and his face was clean and innocent.

He was puzzled, because he had never seen this man, and this one looked extremely ugly, and he didn't know what kind of demonic appearance it was.

Wushuang closed his eyes and opened them again, and he saw Xiao Qing's appearance in reality. He'd never done that to anyone who came here, because no one else had to let him do it.

Xiao Qing's appearance in the game made Wushuang look very uncomfortable, presumably Jingxi, Ying, or Kaiwei also came to this place, Wushuang would definitely look at it differently.

Wushuang thought that indifference would come, that the ghost would come, that Qingli girl who carried a katana and shouted and shouted to kill would come, that wild martial artist with a white bandage all over his body, that naïve boy with his head hunched over and countless hidden weapons hidden in his black long coat that seemed to be the same age as himself, the yin and yang clown who liked to talk about philosophy, the foodie who was so fat that his facial features were squeezed into meat, the godfather who held a Bible in his hand and entertained the whole family in English at every turn, The bald man in yellow who was obsessed with nunchucks and wanted to feed people, the pharaoh who held an ancient Egyptian staff and liked to sing but had a broken voice, and so on, Wushuang would have thought of one of them.

It shouldn't be.

Wushuang felt strange, but he didn't think much about it, he didn't look at Xiao Qing anymore, and continued to use the wooden drift to fish for "water".

Xiao Qing walked forward curiously, he finally saw the appearance of the little Taoist priest clearly, and felt that the Taoist priest was really good-looking.

"What are you doing?"

Most of the people who came here had already shown their killing weapons at this time.

"I'm carrying water."

"Carrying water? What do you do with water? No matter how Xiao Qing looked, he couldn't believe it, the Taoist priest was picking water.

"Watering a dead leaf." Wushuang had to answer all questions, thinking to himself, when Xiao Qing was tired of asking, he would also fight with himself for various reasons, and everyone who came here would fight with him, especially when they knew their names, they would be crazy with excitement.

Xiao Qing continued to ask: "The leaves have withered, can they still be watered?" ”

"I can't."

"Then why are you still pouring it?"

"Because it can delay the time it takes to wither."

"When autumn comes, all the leaves will wither, and when spring comes, they will grow again."

"When the leaves wither and leave the branches, bad things happen."

"If that's the case, then something bad is going to happen sooner or later. Why not go with the flow. Xiao Qing thought to himself, where is this feudal superstition, and you still use this "water" to water, not to mention a leaf, every tree will be watered to death by you.

Wushuang seriously thought about Xiao Qing's words, but the wooden float in his hand did not stop. He poured the hot magma-like liquid into the barrel and replied, "Early death and late death, they are all deaths, but people always want to live longer, and if I let bad things happen later, some people may live a little longer." ”

Xiao Qing didn't understand Wushuang's logic, but he chose to believe it in his heart.

"Is there still a wooden float?"

Wushuang looked at Xiao Qing stunned.

"I'll help you."

Wushuang looked at Xiao Qing, expressionless for a long time, and then smiled. He raised his hand, Xiao Qing heard a coaxing above his head, Xiao Qing looked up, and saw that the top of the cave had been broken.

Xiao Qing was about to say something to Wushuang, but saw that Wushuang handed him a wooden drift, and a few grains of broken rock in the wooden drift also made him pale, what happened just now.

Xiao Qing took the wooden pie and thought that this was not the wooden scoop? Thinking like this, I have to go to fetch "water".

Hearing the Taoist priest say, be careful. Xiao Qing hummed in response.

The wooden scoop in Xiao Qing's hand did not burn. He didn't doubt the temperature of the "water", the heat inside the cavern gave him a burning sensation like never before. He thought to himself that being in a real volcano would be nothing more than that.

After a while, two buckets were filled with so-called piping hot water.

Xiao Qing wiped his forehead, he found that there was no sweat there, but in his heart he felt that there was sweat constantly coming out.

"Okay, where is that leaf?" Xiao Qing looked around, thinking to himself, how could there be any trees in this kind of place. He questioned, but believed what the Taoist priest said, so he was very curious, wondering what kind of leaves could be watered with this kind of water.

The little Taoist priest didn't answer this time, he asked Xiao Qing what his name was.

"Xiao ......" Xiao Qing finished speaking his surname, and suddenly he didn't know whether he should report his real name or the game ID. The moment he said Xiao, he subconsciously felt that this was not a game, but if it was not a game, how could everything be explained, so the only explanation was that this was the world in the game. So he said the last two words: "A knife." ”

"Xiao Yidao." The Taoist priest repeated, then smiled and said, "There is nothing to do with you here, I hope to see you again in the future." ”

Xiao Qing hasn't seen that leaf yet, how can he give up. The Taoist priest had already turned around, and he followed, but he only took a step before he saw that his eyes were scattered and began to shake, he concentrated his consciousness and forced himself to cheer up his spirit, but the scene in front of him became more and more blurred......

Xiao Qing won BTT2, which was the first time he interrupted the game in a forced retreat.

He kept staring at the BTT in his hand, hoping to see the cause of its malfunction.

Well, he couldn't tell, and luckily, he finally felt sleepy.

The little Taoist priest, that is, Wushuang, walked to the boundless mountain wall with a wooden barrel full of hot slurry in both hands, and he spilled all the bucket of slurry filled by Xiao Qing, and the moment the slurry touched the charred mountain wall, he only heard a squeak, and a puff of green smoke filled the air.

Wushuang stood still. What did he seem to be expecting?

"Didn't anything happen?" Mushuang muttered to himself indifferently, as if he had long been accustomed to it, and he turned away, but just as he had taken a step, he suddenly looked up, his eyes over countless obscured things, rock formations, soil, dark clouds, and then reached a dry branch, where Wushuang saw a new shoot.

"Yes, autumn is coming, and the leaves will fall, but the harsh winter is not far behind, can these young shoots born in autumn survive the cold and usher in flowering and wait for fruit?"

Looking at the young shoots, Wushuang actually cried.

"Xiao Yidao? Winter is just around the corner. Wushuang said to the young shoots.