Du Moqing put his hands behind his back, looked up at the brilliant sun of the other world, and was about to fall down the mountain with his circle of ornaments.

It was already the hour of the 12th hour, and he felt that the time had come, so he looked down at Chris, who was already sitting in a stiff position in the stream, and asked, "Are you ready?" ”

"Alright, come on, sir!" Chris closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying not to let himself look at the sharpened bamboo next to him, and not to think about the black-haired nobleman's joking tone just now.

Tell yourself that next, those bamboo and stakes will pierce your body.

I also believe that Halimah Jacob comforted him before, and the nobles valued their promises, and told him that he gave himself a thing as a tuition fee in exchange for the opportunity.

Didn't this black-haired aristocrat already say it all? It's a secret of their family, and it hardly fails, Chris comforted himself repeatedly in his heart.

In order to gain strength, how can you miss yourself must not miss this good opportunity, the desire for power in Chris's heart suppressed all his fears and slowly calmed down.

Yes, it is this sense of powerlessness, the powerlessness of one's own life, like the first time I looked at the gentle sister next door, who was called a witch by the official in a condescending tone, and then tied to the altar in the middle of the church, and burned alive.

If you can't become a big man like the other party, then let yourself die in obscurity!

"The time has come, although you don't have the meridians corresponding to the twelve hours, but don't worry, the knowledge left by my ancestors can be used by you."

Du Moqing seemed to see the other party's nervousness, and smiled and comforted his little pig.

Youshi, also known as sunset, sunset, evening: it means when the sun sets. Chickens begin to arrive in the evening, i.e. during the day, and their body functions begin to decline as the sun sets.

Remind people that it's time to go to bed, don't stay up late, rest early, and take care of your body.

"After all, you're not one of those people who work all night, you don't have any rich nocturnal activities, and your body has long been accustomed to the rhythm of sunrise and sunset."

Du Moqing walked behind Chris, and slapped the other party's ears while clasping his hands together heavily. "Ears, ears,"

Chris only felt like he was being blown up by two bolts of lightning, one left and one right, in his ears at the same time. There was a roar in his ears, and the next moment he was dizzy and couldn't keep his balance anymore.

"Eyes, Eyes,"

Du Moqing turned around and walked to the front, facing Chris, who was about to sit unsteadily and fall, with a specific acupuncture point on his face, a backhand and forehand slap, only hitting the other party's eyes.

"Nose recognition," Du Moqing's index and middle fingers turned into hooks, ran all the way from Chris's forehead and eyebrows, and then formed a fist with his left hand

"Tongue Knowledge,"

Click!

Du Moqing took advantage of the situation to remove Chris's chin, holding the other party's collar with one hand, not letting the other party fall and frowning slightly.

Understand, the next step is the time to really put your craft to the test.

The word Rakshasa in Rakshasa originally came from Indian Buddhism.

The Rakshasa religion in the name of Rakshasa naturally has a deep relationship with Buddhism, and the practice of entry is closely related to the six senses of the human body of Buddhism.

Because there was no silver needle, Du Moqing could not seal the acupoint with the silver needle, so he could only use the more primitive methods of the Rakshasa Sect to seal the six senses with his fists.

Du Moqing felt that this method was similar to the way in which the fire cloud evil god of the same name helped Zhou Xingxing in the movie "Kung Fu" in his previous life to get through the second vein of Ren Du.

There are striking similarities.

Wouldn't Chris also be a martial arts wizard, soaring into the sky after practicing internal strength, and then slapping himself to death with a palm technique that fell from the sky!

Suppressing this absurd idea in an instant, Du Moqing's eyes were firm, and then his middle finger and index finger turned into sword fingers, and then he stabilized his mind and used his fastest speed to mobilize internal force to condense at his fingertips, and quickly click on the corresponding acupuncture points.

"Seal consciousness. Baihui, Yintang, Eyeming (left and right double acupoints), Sun (left and right double acupoints), Renzhong, Ear Gate (left and right double acupoints), Dumb Gate, Shenting (left and right double acupoints), Renying"

"Huh" Du Moqing exhaled a long breath, looking at Chris, who had already sealed his consciousness, extremely satisfied, he was really a genius, and he could actually think of such a way.

As long as Chris can break through the sealed consciousness and come to his senses to cultivate as a knight in this world, he will be counted as entering the door.

The premise that the human body's eyes, ears, nose, and tongue are sealed can be regarded as ordinary, after all, they are ordinary injuries that can be healed.

Only a little skin injury can cultivate internal strength, become a martial arts master, how can there be such a good thing in the world?

The key is the last so-called "consciousness".

Consciousness that's just a martial arts statement.

Translated into Du Moqing Lanxing's modern saying, this means of sealing consciousness is nothing more than hitting the dead points of the human body.

Under the protection of internal forces, people are not directly killed, but only half-dead, and they are in a state of shock.

It makes people lose consciousness and become unconscious vegetative people.

But because the techniques used are more ingenious, more precisely, because of the effect of internal force, the disciples of the Rakshasa Sect who are conducting trials, although they have lost consciousness, can still think, as long as their willpower is firm enough.

Out of survival instinct, it will naturally condense the artificial version of the martial arts will, and let yourself wake up, but it is not condensed.

You can wake up in five or six days, but you will be left with sequelae, easy to have a cerebral hemorrhage, and a stroke to half of your body.

As for why at the beginning, Du Moqing felt that this method was too cruel, didn't it not be compared?

Compared to tying a stone to the water in this world, this is an introduction to murder.

Du Moqing once again felt that the Rakshasa Sect, which was called the Demon Gate, could also ensure that the cultivators would only leave a little sequelae, but it could ensure that people would not hang up, and it was full of humanized care.

As an evil force fighting and killing, there is no tomorrow today, if you want to catch up with the righteous sect, you don't know how many years of getting up early and being greedy for darkness from childhood to adulthood, you naturally need to pay a small price.

"Now there is only one left, body awareness, no other consciousness interference, definitely more genius than a normal genius."

Stretching out his foot to lift the bamboo that had been prepared next to him, Du Moqing grabbed it with his hand, shook a beautiful spear flower, and forcefully picked up Chris, who was basically paralyzed in the water.

Then when the other party is about to land, three times five divided by two to pick up more bamboo.

Quickly using the prepared bamboo tip as a support point, he made Chris into a scarecrow like the crucifixion of Jesus.

"Clothes block, into the flesh just over the epidermis, just the right amount of pain, make the muscles tight, perfect"

Du Moqing ripped off the clothes on Chris's chest, then pressed his lungs, pushed the breath all the way to the other party's mouth, and spit out the turbid air.

Then press to help the other person's body spontaneously adjust their breathing to their own rhythm of compression, and after a while.

Chris's heart was beating faster and faster, and good things were going on in a marathon class, and his clothes soaked in river water and bamboo stuck in his body muscles were like screwed valves, stopping the instinct to open his pores and sweat.

After a while, Chris's skin began to turn red, like a boiling lobster, and the blood flow became faster and faster, so that the blood vessels began to burst out, and the wet clothes on his body began to emit wisps of white steam because of the high temperature of the body.

Du Moqing's hand was close to the other party's skin, and a wisp of internal qi entered the other party's body, perceiving the changes in Chris's body from all aspects, and summarizing little by little, the other party's body was different from his own.

It was very quick and satisfying.

Everything is normal, vitality is a very metaphysical thing, theoretically whether it is in a conventional sense, whether it is alive or not, even if it is a plant, a weapon, a handful of soil, a stone.

Du Moqing felt that Chris's body had developed vitality, and he could be regarded as having passed the most dangerous moment, and directly kicked away the bamboo that was used as a support.

Let the other person collapse in the water, physically cool down, and don't really burn out your brain.

Du Moqing, who was standing there quietly, narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about another thing in his heart, whether to let the black armor beast leave separately from him.

"Ahh

With this cry of terror, Chris leaped out of the water and fell into the river with a thud.

Interrupted from thinking, Du Moqing came back to his senses and squatted down for an examination.

I asked Chris some more questions, and found that Chris was fine, and by the time he was done, the sun was long gone, and the silver moon hung high in the sky.

To Chris, who was still surprised by his changes, he advised, "Go back and rest early!" I'll get up early tomorrow to train and I'll have to rest early. ”

Then he turned around and walked to the room behind the church, but he didn't see it at all, and he was about to leave at night.

Time flies.

The moon is in the middle of the sky.

The black-armored beast walked around the village as it had done yesterday with its own sound effects, only entering it directly as it passed the church.

Carrying the luggage that had already been packed, Du Moqing dodged into the body of the black armored beast.

Then, the black-armored beast obeyed Du Moqing's instructions, wandered around the village for a while without hurry, and finally walked to the village gate, and then jumped up and quickly walked along the road into the distance.

In the body of the black armored beast, Du Moqing's eyes stared at the screen in front of him, waiting for the arrangement of fate without saying a word.

After a few more minutes, the black-armored beast ran out for about seven or eight miles, and Du Moqing looked at the display screen, the silver-white road that was originally illuminated by the moonlight changed color, and a red firelight appeared.

The big stone hanging in his heart was finally put down, but Du Moqing had an indescribable feeling in his heart: "Black Armor Beast, stop, have you seen the fire in front of you?" ”

He also accelerated and paused slightly, as if to detect, and then replied in his mechanical voice, "Machine Battle King, everything is normal ahead." ”

"Everything is normal?" Du Moqing showed a little wry smile on his face, looking at the figure that could already be vaguely seen in the firelight because he was a little closer, how could everything be normal like this.

"Black-armored beast, stop, I'm going out."

Du Moqing jumped out of the cockpit, took a few steps forward, and looked at the black-armored beast that was following him and felt that the situation was tense and had quietly revealed the muzzle.

"Black-armored beast, you wait for me here, you don't have to come with me, if I disappear forever."

"You,,you,you, after all, you are also an intelligent life, so take the premise of protecting yourself, pursue your dreams, and live for yourself!"

No matter how sluggish the black-armored beast was, it also sensed that the situation was wrong: "Machine Battle King, subordinates swear to death,"

Du Moqing directly interrupted the other party's words, and said coldly as he walked forward: "As a soldier robot, follow orders!" I'm just disappearing and disappearing temporarily, and I'm not dead, I'm still in this world, and if you want to serve me, you must first guarantee your own life. ”

The black armor beast's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence: "Obey." ”

Looking at the figure that had already walked out of a distance, the safety lock in the body of the black armor beast with the backup hidden energy was opened one by one as the machinery in the body operated.

Between the tiny pinions that slowly rotated in the mechanical eye, the light shone brighter and brighter.

'Follow your orders, King of Fighters, as a soldier, as a soldier, my quest is simple. ’

Du Moqing approached the red firelight step by step and saw the scene there.

It was a handsome young man who couldn't tell the difference between men and women, dressed like a traveler and archaeologist in an adventure novel, with a forehead ornament on his forehead and a little natural curl on the hair that bound Wu Hai.

Now he was leaning against a large rock, holding a torch in one hand and a jeweled scepter entwined with two serpents in the other, and his eyes were closed as if he had fallen asleep against the stone.

"Good evening, village chief." Du Moqing walked to the other party a few steps away and stopped, and then opened his mouth to say hello.

The young man opened his eyes as bright as jewels, and asked suspiciously, "Good evening!" in a beautiful voice that was indistinguishable from male and female, but full of magnetism, "Good evening!" Why do you call me the village chief? ”

Du Moqing opened his mouth with a smile on his face and explained: "Please don't be surprised, my hometown is called Lanxing Village, because the name of the boss in my hometown is more down-to-earth, so everyone affectionately calls him the village chief grandfather." ”

"I have now come here as an outsider, and I have seen you, as ruler, and I have called you the chief of the village by the name of my hometown, and if you have offended, I beg the merciful gods to forgive me for the rudeness of this stranger."

Players still need to go through the judgment of the "village chief" to leave the novice village, isn't it basic to complete certain tasks?

It's just that as a hospitable medieval world, this game really loves players to the depths, and is so powerful that it is invincible as the ultimate boss of the administrator, and is it enough to send players out of the village as the village chief to give players face?

I really thought that Du Moqing didn't want to grow old in the novice village, so he directly used the novice village as a base for development and directly built the home of the production player.

Turn on the most helpless resurrection ability of natural disaster players, die, get up from the bed in the room, and be a good man, disgusting and dying The boss of another world takes his life to push the task.