Seeing that in front of the south gate of the imperial city, the greasy fat man smiled and patted the captain of the city defense on his chest and belly, sent over a bag of Jingyuan without a trace, and then held an umbrella and waved his hand to let the joint caravan out of the city. Without waving goodbye to the young man and the stout cook who was caught in the business group, Liu Ying turned around and walked slowly towards a small restaurant called "Liuyun Pavilion".

At this time, Liu Ying made up into a red-faced middle-aged man with a weathered face, carrying a long bag on his back, judging from the appearance, no matter what other miscellaneous things, at least a long-handled Daguan knife was included. Walking into the restaurant, sitting in the corner of the lobby on the first floor, I ordered some rough wine and meat with a thick voice, and directly tore it with my hands and ate it.

It was noon, the bartender was not surprised, recently a large number of officials and other large families recruited wandering masters to take care of the home, a mountain rain is coming, red-faced men such characters are usually visible, and soon inconspicuously melted into the crowd.

Liu Ying was chewing according to the case, and lazily teasing Wei Zhihang, who was trapped in the spiritual world:

"I said, Lao Wei, this is the wine in your imperial city? It's sour, astringent, and has a musty smell, it's too unpalatable! In our Divine Domain, it's only worthy of feeding pigs, ah, bah, I'm not saying that I'm a pig, it's just that you old hats are too aggrieved. Have you seen the two pots of wine I drink every day these days? Thick and smooth, sweet and mellow, that is a peerless wine, a pot of 1,000 catties, can also help me practice, hey, this time to complete the task and go back, you must use merit to change a few more pots to the goddess. ”

"I said Lao Wei, speaking of which, we are both mercenaries, but you are the guardian for the human emperor, and I am the thug for the goddess. But the treatment and level of the two of us are far apart, which shows how important it is to choose the right boss. ”

"I said Lao Wei, even if I burp here, my soul is still in the soul hall of the Divine Domain, and I can recreate a body with a little merit, and it is fragrant to eat. But you can't do it! The boss ran away, and his body became a saliva idiot with one soul and two souls, and he was embarrassed there, and the other two souls and five souls were trapped in my spiritual flame and practiced all day long, and it didn't take long for his soul to be scattered~"

"What the hell are you trying to say?!" a voice suddenly sounded, and Wei Zhihang's hoarse voice was full of anxiety, woodenness, weakness, fear, and resentment.

Another thought suddenly popped into his mind, and Liu Ying, who had experienced this strange event for the first time, was really startled. The red-faced man in reality squirted out a mouthful of bad wine and spit out the back of the gray-clothed old man in the front seat. hurriedly got up and apologized amid repeated coughs, so that he could say that he had lost a pot of good wine to calm things down.

"Yo ho, Lao Wei, you're finally enlightened, I'll just say, we are both people who work hard for money, and we must have a common language. I'll tell you, there is an old saying in my hometown, 'people die for money, birds die for food', and there is an even older saying, 'money can make ghosts grind', we are 'gentlemen love money, take it in the right way', no shame, no shame. ”

"Why are you so verbose?!" Wei Zhihang's tired voice revealed a headache of 120,000 points.

Liu Ying smiled slightly, focused on the pineal gland, and instantly entered his spiritual world. At the center of the spiritual world was a huge flame that burned hot, surrounded by a lush grassland, and beyond the grassland was a vast and hazy void. Looking at the scorched grass that was burned when the "Seventh Sense" was activated last time, it has regained its vitality.

Although Liu Ying still doesn't understand the principle, he at least understands whether this grassland is healthy or not, which is the cause of his pain and infinitely sourness every time.

Every time I come here, Liu Ying can't help but stop and watch for a long time, it's so beautiful. Every time he watched, Liu Ying said to himself that he wanted to thank him, and Wei Zhihang, who inadvertently led him across this threshold, was really a good person!

With a thought, Liu Ying sat opposite Wei Zhihang, raised his head and happily admired the immaculate five-colored ball from the inside, flying around along some kind of melodic trajectory, like a rotating pentagram. The edges of Wei Zhihang's body were constantly shaking illusory shadows, and countless tiny particles struggled to break away from Wei Zhihang's spirit body, flying towards the five-colored orb and becoming part of their huge size.

The two spirits sat cross-legged at each other, one was as condensed as a substance, with clear facial features and a smile on his face, and the other was shaky, with a blurred face and a wooden expression.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Wei Zhihang's spiritual body couldn't help but fluctuate again.

"It's very simple, I advise you to change your boss, and to help me is to help yourself and the people you care about the most. ”

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"It depends on what you can do for me? If your value is not as good as the value for money, I don't mind taking a human flesh tonic. ”

"How can I believe you don't eat?"

"Please, I'm the goddess's 'divine envoy', as long as I can complete the task and get the merit, what goddess do I want to exchange? I'm an assassin with a cultivation speed, why is my spiritual flame ten times more vigorous than you, a magic-only player? ”

Feeling the violent shock of the spirit body on the opposite side, Liu Ying smiled and added another fire: "As long as we complete the task of the goddess, we will all be divine envoys in the future, I can return the 'green vine', no, your 'green pothos' to you!"

Contentedly withdrawing from the spiritual world, Liu Ying did not force Wei Zhihang to agree to anything immediately, and he did not clearly expect Wei Zhihang to do anything, but he was just habitually using all the resources around him, making more plans, and preparing more plans.

This is what the old man brought in when he was dead and shameful, and Sima Yun, the special staff officer of the "Tibetan Front Army", often said when he gave himself a strategy lesson. I am always used to rushing forward when I make a general direction plan, and I didn't get a high score in the details of the calculation, and I barely got a "passing grade" from Sima Yun by coping with it on the spot, and now I think about it, I should have gone to school back then.

The exchange of the spiritual world is instantaneous, and the weak eat the strong.

In the case of spiritual connection, it is difficult for the weak side to preserve their thoughts and ideas, and even as long as some secret methods are cast, the strong side will fully see the techniques and techniques used in them.

For example, Wei Zhihang's self-created spiritual technique "Thousand Empty Needle", a single performance against the peak allowed Liu Ying to spy on the whole picture, and also carried forward the application of it to group attacks. But Wei Zhihang is also worthy of being a master of spiritual magic, and after discovering the truth, he used secret methods to wrap himself tightly.

The willow shadow that has a treasure mountain but doesn't know how to use it can only look at it with his eyes, and the automatic absorption of the five-color ball can only be slowly worn out, and the scattered memories that are worn out have no substantive effect. And the secret method that Wei Zhihang used to wrap himself is estimated to involve the knowledge and application of magic, Liu Ying saw it, but sadly couldn't understand it.

It's like letting Alan Feist fully demonstrate the calculation process of "immersion invariant" in front of you, but you are sad that you are a liberal arts student who can't copy the opportunity to plagiarize!

The red-faced man went out after settling the account, and walked along the edge of Nanshi Street to Xiping Street in the drizzle, and after a few turns, the gray-clothed old man who was about to trouble him behind him was thrown away.

Crossing the back street of a slum house, and knocking on an iron door, I was greeted by the smell of sweat, urine and musty, mixed with the slightest indescribable smell of erosion. The expressionless willow shadow rubbed his temples secretly, and his keen five senses were quite at a loss at this time.

After changing the chips for 10 crystals, he didn't get off the table, and turned the chips with five fingers in one hand through the back door and directly entered the lending bank opposite. casually rewarded the master with the chips, opened the curtain and walked into the backyard with the other party's humble smile.

Liu Ying, who had just entered the backyard, did not leave, and stood at the door with his hands on his chest, until a hard object hit his waist, and then reluctantly walked towards the atrium.

There are more than a dozen bells and whistles around the atrium, including bald heads with bare chests and abdomen, and young people wrapped in furs. There are also a variety of weapons in hand, from advanced military laser guns, to antique ejection gun nails, and various cold weapons, which can be placed in a military museum.

In the middle of the crowd, there was an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, concentrating on teasing a row of wine in front of him.

The red-faced man cautiously stood three meters away from the crowd, unwilling to take a step forward despite the pain in his waist and eyes from the barrel of the gun behind him. Immediately, he was hit with a heavy butt on the back of the head, and the red-faced man gritted his teeth and suffered it.

"Alright", the old man opened his mouth in time, stopping the further movement of the person behind him.

Hearing the old man speak, the red-faced man said in a strange way: "What's the matter? It's not the first time we've met, and you still think it's not enough to give me a dismount, right?"

"Alas, Brother Fei, it's not easy for me to be in charge of Lai Jiu!" the old man finally raised his head, picked up a bowl of mixed wine and looked around. More than a dozen people around who were standing or sitting around were immediately busy, busy watching when the sky was clear, busy taking out their weapons and wiping them fiercely, and busy coming over to greet Brother Fei, but they didn't have time to drink.

Lai Jiuye muttered helplessly, "It's all some kings and eight calves!" and then closed his eyes and poured it down.

Everyone stared at Lai Jiuye nervously, including Liu Ying, half a ring, the mediocre-looking Lai Jiuye opened his eyes and opened his mouth to exhale a breath of air, and instantly his eyebrows, eyes and nose were all wrinkled, and he sighed with spit: "It's really fucking unpalatable! ”

This old man with a mediocre appearance, ordinary figure, speaking and amiable, looks like the old lady next door, and never hides that when he was selling vegetables in the market, he drank the footwashing water of the deputy pawn of the Ministry of Taxation, and he is now the "underground king" Lai Jiuye of the underground circle of the famous town imperial city.

Liu Ying has no contempt in his eyes, it should be said that the people who once despised the old man have disappeared inexplicably, such as the famous Lord Zhenghe, the deputy pawn of the Ministry of Taxation, and now it is estimated that the mice fed by the corpses have multiplied to the tenth generation.

And this ordinary old man is still alive and well here, and the more he lives, the better he gets.