"I've had a bad year lately!"

On March 31, 2018, Zhou Mingrui poured bitter water on Su Mo, accusing him of his unlucky experience in the past month.

I almost lost my phone, there was a virus in my computer, I fell on the ground magically, and the bread I wanted to eat was out of stock for a week...... Bad things come in turns.

Zhou Mingrui vividly described the specific example of this afternoon.

This afternoon, due to Su Mo working overtime in the room, he could only log in to Jian San alone to do his daily work.

As soon as he went online, Zhou Mingrui saw the legendary Sixteen Nights Red Moon, and also found that Sister Hongyue had transferred from Tangmen to a beggar gang.

After calmly retreating and re-ascending, Zhou Mingrui stared at the white-haired shawl rubbing on the screen and the haoqi dao chief who was carrying a big brush on his back, and began to think about which daily routine to do first, and after a long while, the dao chief standing alone in the gang territory played a circle of swords boringly, and he decided...... Today, Saturday, I first did the offensive and defensive pre-positioning of Nanping Mountain.

Shenxing went to Nanping Mountain, Zhou Mingrui took a bunch of tasks and went straight to the villain BOSS Zhao Xinyu, stood on the roof and finished fighting the BOSS, and was about to go down to pick up the token, when there was a rapid "Ding Ding Ding" in the headset -

“…… I'm the next Olympian. ”

Zhou Mingrui saw his Taoist chief fall on the cold ground of Nanping Mountain with a horse's hoof print on his face, and the surrounding circle of red names rushed up like wolves that saw meat, and the mighty sheep on the screen only had time to let out an ecstatic "Ah~", and he didn't even release the invincible, and the name was gray.

The wicked military master who stepped him off the air calmly lifted his robe, sat down next to the seriously injured Taoist chief, and had a text bubble on his head: [The three groups of the wicked Nanping Mountain patrol entered the group, and came to all kinds of violent head dogs and big-breasted nurses # Rose # Rose The whole process of burning the tail feast, yyXXXXXX #可爱#玫瑰].

Gotcha, it's time to meet the villain who scans the map after the attack and defense, so don't think about it for the time being.

Zhou Mingrui felt very melancholy, silently resurrected back to the camp, and glanced at the [Great War!] in the task bar. Hero Yin Mountain Holy Spring] and CD still have more than half of the Shenxing left, and he directly flew Ben with the mad battle card in the bag.

There were a bunch of people shouting for a big battle at the door of the dungeon, and Zhou Mingrui casually formed a team with a big battle of 4=1, and after five seconds, it was displayed that [XXX's team was full];

He formed a team to shout poop again, and the application to join the team was like a stone sinking into the sea and there was no response;

He didn't give up, and sent a team invitation to a fellow disciple who shouted that the big war came to violent dps, and this time he quickly got a response [your 'team application' was rejected by XXXX].

The secret chat rang out at the same time.

[XXXX whispered to you: I'm sorry, there are many trumpets in the team, and I'm afraid that I'm entangled in the PVP group # pitiful]

[You whispered to XXXX: ......]

Finally entered a big team, Zhou Mingrui looked at his teammates, well, fighting the whale hidden sword Tiance milk show, just full level of outfits, plus his own single PVP qi pure......

He was thinking about whether to disconnect technically, and the second lady of the team posted a bunch of cheerful exclamation marks on the team channel: [The Taoist is so handsome! Pull the wool!! We're all newbies, bothering you!! If there's anything wrong, you can just say it!! 】

So the handsome (← this is the point) Taoist leader silently deleted the half-typed words in the chat bar [My network is not very good, if it drops later], it will be fine], and sent a cold [um] in the team channel.

After experiencing the strange ways of death of his teammates [leading the little monster to death], [being shot to death by the archer], [being blown up by a circle], [dying standing on the grass], [being blown up by a parasitic seed], [not dispelling death], [not hiding and roaring to death], [the nurse will not play to death] and other bizarre ways of death, Zhou Mingrui dragged the all-red equipment to hand over the daily life of the war.

Looking at the 150 gold that entered the backpack, he looked in a trance, it seemed that even the money for repairing equipment was not enough.

After two hours of devastation, Zhou Mingrui, who was physically and mentally exhausted, declined the enthusiastic invitation to the arena of the whites in the team, opened the event calendar and looked at today's battlefield.

Very good, the way of the pit daddy.

Zhou Mingrui decisively went offline.

“…… It's like being possessed by a god of decay. Zhou Mingrui's eyes were sad.

The corners of Su Mo's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Not to mention anything else, the big war can be entangled for two hours, obviously you are soft-hearted......

He took a deep breath, and before he could speak, he saw Zhou Mingrui raise his head and look at him expectantly: "Su Mo, you know Fangshu, is there any metaphysics you can teach me?" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm a wild man who reads books and teaches myself, and there really isn't any good way to do this." Soumer said, meaningfully, "Aren't you a self-proclaimed keyboard folklorist?" Recall that there is a proper metaphysical ritual......"

Always, metaphysics, proper rituals......

Zhou Mingrui pondered for a long time, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

He remembered that when he went back to his hometown last year, he found a thread-bound vertical version of "The Secret Records of the Qin and Han Dynasties" on the second-hand book stall, and he bought it back because it looked very interesting, but unfortunately the reading experience of the vertical version was very poor, he only turned the beginning, and threw the book into the drawer to accompany the set of tarot cards.

Although it only turned the beginning, Zhou Mingrui's memory is not bad, and there is a transfer ceremony at the beginning of "Fangshu Minutes", and the requirements are very simple-

"Su Mo, wait a minute!"

Zhou Mingrui dropped a sentence and ran back to the bedroom in a hurry.

Su Mo sat on the couch, his expression calmly locked on his departing back, and the fingers on his lap clenched.

Zhou Mingrui came back with an old book.

He sat down, lowered his head and flipped through the "Minutes of Fangshu", and said something in his mouth:

"Transshipment ceremony, transshipment ceremony...... Got it!

"Let me see, just make four portions of the staple food in your area, put it in the four corners of the room, which can be on the table, cabinet, etc., and then stand in the center of the room, walk out of a square counterclockwise with four steps, and recite the ...... sincerely."

Zhou Mingrui read the requirements of the ceremony, pushed the "Minutes of Fangshu" in front of Su Mo, pointed to the page that recorded the transfer ceremony, and said, "Su Mo, should we try it?" ”

"Try it." Su Mo smiled and said, "I don't want money anyway." ”

They sprang into action.

In terms of staple food, Zhou Mingrui originally wanted to use the somen noodles stored by Su Mo, but he was defeated in his faint sight, smiled wryly, and replaced it with four bowls of rice.

The room chosen was the kitchen, with three bowls of rice in the corner of the cupboard and one bowl of rice on top of the refrigerator.

Su Mo and Zhou Mingrui stood side by side in the middle of the kitchen, and then walked together, walking in a square counterclockwise.

As the first step, the two chanted in unison:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable."

In the second step, they continue to read:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

In the third step, Zhou Mingrui held his breath and condensed:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang God."

In the fourth step, Su Mo's eyes were complicated:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

After returning to their positions, the two closed their eyes and stood in place waiting.

Count the time silently in my mind, it was originally five minutes, but for the sake of safety, it took more than two minutes, and I opened my eyes after confirming each other.

Everything was business as usual, nothing happened.

Zhou Mingrui looked a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything, sighed and put back the four bowls of rice, and directly washed the rice and discharged the rice cooker to cook dinner.

They solved dinner, and when it was time for leisure after dinner, Su Mo accompanied Zhou Mingrui to finish the offensive and defensive front, and then went to the national team recruitment full of screens, and scattered five battlefields to get the first victory.

At this time, it was close to ten o'clock in the evening, Su Mo and Zhou Mingrui took turns washing in the bathroom, Zhou Mingrui wiped his face with a warm towel, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Then the two came to the door of their respective rooms, Zhou Mingrui held the doorknob, turned his head and said goodnight first.

"Good night."

Su Mo replied with a smile.

When Zhou Mingrui waved his hand and walked into the room, the figure disappeared behind the closed door, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his voice floated softly in the corridor:

"Good dreams."

Back in the bedroom, Zhou Mingrui leaned on the bed and played with his mobile phone for half an hour, then undressed and turned off the light, and got into the bed.

The soft pillows, the warm quilt, and the gentle wrapping of the tired body, Zhou Mingrui felt in a trance that his heart had been healed after being abused for a month.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness blurred, and he fell into a beautiful and peaceful dream.

On the other side, Su Mo turned off the light in the living room and returned to his room.

He didn't go to bed, he didn't turn on the light, he just held the blue fat thermos cup and sat sideways against the wall on the bay window.

As the night grew darker, the moonlight was spilling from the sky, half of Su Mo's body was bathed in a clear light like water, and his dark eyes were extremely clear because of the lack of emotional fluctuations.

He looked up at the starry sky above him.

The vast universe, with countless stars running along a fixed trajectory, is rotating in such a starry sky at this time.

Su Mo whispered:

"When the stars return to their positions, chaos will rise from the earth, and the great first will awaken."

He closed his eyes and remembered the gold alliance accumulated in the past two years of perseverance in rewarding "The Respect of the World", remembered the twenty-two extraordinary professions released by the WeChat public account, and remembered the sentence "The title of the book has been decided, called xx x " when the group chatted about the new book.

"You can't call it the Crimson King, right?" Someone quipped.

Squid:^_^

Su Mo's hand holding the thermos trembled slightly.

Considering that he might not be able to board the Source Fort, he could do everything possible to hint at Zhou Mingrui that you have been arranged clearly, but now, Su Mo didn't dare to show Zhou Mingrui even a glance at the official account with twenty-two paths.

"We are nothing but droplets in a river. No matter what hope or action a drop of water has, the direction of the entire river has already been determined, and all rivers return to the sea, which cannot be changed. ”

He opened his eyes, stared at the bright moon outside the window, and suddenly recalled an ancient poem: Today people do not see the ancient times and moons, and this month once looked like the ancients.

How small man is in front of the eternal universe, like an inconspicuous speck of dust, but the passage of life is real.

Thinking of this, Su Mo showed signs of a smile on his face, but he didn't let this smile appear.

He chanted softly:

"Ah, the threat of hell, the hope of heaven!

"At least one thing is true: this life flies by.

"One thing is true, the rest is a lie.

"After the flowers bloom for a while, they will die forever."

He saw black crow feathers, with a hint of blue in the faint reflection, like the deepest night.

"O drinker, when you come with Crimson,

"Touring among the guests by candlelight......"

He saw the faint starlight in the deep night, illuminating the fog, making every drop of water in the mist shimmer with a silvery sheen, unusually beautiful.

"When you happily poured it to the place where I sit—"

He raised the cup in his hand.

"Please pour me an empty cup!"

The hour hand silently points to zero.

The night is hard to see, and the endless fog is pouring in......

The picture freezes.

Su Mo's eyes widened slightly.

Ah, it's getting dark......