Ding Cong watched the small silver flag suspended in Weichen's palm flutter slowly, fluorescent and dazzling. My heart was extremely shocked, although I didn't know what this thing was, but it shouldn't be ordinary to be able to scare that monster back. Chen Dong and Niu Dali also put away their defenses after the golden gate disappeared, and glanced at each other, with a complicated look on their faces.

Weichen didn't immediately take back the small flag, and still continued to inject soul power. Chen Dong only opened his mouth at this time and said, "Brother is really hidden, your surname?"

Weichen stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter, don't hurry up and find a car, this flag is used to bluff people." ”

Chen Dong was stunned for a moment, and before he could say anything, he saw that Niu Dali had already turned the wheelchair around and began to push it out. Only then did Chen Dong realize that "scaring people" was real, and walked out while taking out his mobile phone. Weichen walked at the back, looking back at the place where the golden gate had just disappeared.

After a while, the golden gate reappeared, and the monster roared and rushed out, "A group of little cubs actually dare to play Lao Tzu!"

As soon as he rushed out, he saw that the small flag in Weichen's hand in the distance was still shining, and the monster immediately calmed down, stopped at the door and stared at them viciously, until the light slowly disappeared at the mouth of the alley. "Hmph, you're in luck. Then he turned around and entered the door, still muttering in his heart, "This flag is really fake, the breath is correct, but it is weaker......"

The golden gate disappeared into the air again, and the cacophony of the alley followed.

The four people sitting in the car tacitly kept quiet, and only the driver was there alone, constantly talking about the gossip they had heard during this time. Seeing that several young people were gloomy, the driver also closed his mouth decisively. When I arrived in front of the Shangyuan Ruins Museum, the tense atmosphere eased a little, the driver was the happiest person, and he actually got three times the pay, and Chen Dong was the most depressed one, and he actually became the wronged leader.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Ding Cong asked indifferently.

"Should we go to the dormitory first? Weichen said tiredly.

After Chen Dong and Niu Dali glanced at each other, they had no opinion.

The dormitory is still the same, and it seems that no one is on duty during the time that Ding Cong was hospitalized. As soon as Ding Cong was vigorously supported by Niu and was about to sit on the bed, he saw that Weichen was already paralyzed on it. Ding Cong also sat on the edge of the bed, and Niu Dali and Chen Dong had a back chair.

After they all sat down, there was silence again, except for the snoring of Weichen, the sound of the wind whistling outside the house.

"Now let's talk about it. Ding Cong asked coldly again.

Chen Dong glanced at Niu Dali, and then looked at Weichen who was asleep on the bed, a little embarrassed, and didn't know how to speak. At this time, Niu Dali opened his mouth first.

"Ding Cong, there are some things you don't know. I didn't mean to hide it from you. "Now that I've spoken, it's easy to talk about the rest of the matter.

"Now that you've seen it, do you think it's okay not to give me an explanation? Hmph!"

Seeing that Ding Cong was really angry, Niu Dali couldn't say anything else. "Well, let me tell you, since you've seen it, you can't pretend it didn't happen. As he spoke, Niu Dali subconsciously put his hands on his shoulders and prepared to speak. Then I listened to a scream of "whoosh", and then saw that Niu Dali's face was blue, and the place where Ding Cong was pierced was still bleeding.

Niu vigorously examined it and found that the wound was only the size of a chopstick's head, but there was no sign of healing. Chen Dong leaned over and looked at the bleeding wound and was very surprised, and subconsciously touched the wound on the inner thigh, but found that it was no longer painful or itchy. Then he turned his head to look at Ding Cong, and found that Ding Cong didn't understand what was going on, so he was stunned and said, "What kind of force did you use to pierce it? Why aren't you good now?"

Ding Cong groped on his body and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I was a little anxious at the time." Then he felt for a stone cone with a round handshake. This is Weichen's thing, and he didn't have time to return it to Weichen when the situation was critical just now, and he was casually stuffed into his pocket after he finished tying Niu Dali. When I took it out and looked at it, I found that it was a very ordinary stone cone.

Chen Dong took the stone cone and looked at it carefully, and then showed Niu Dali to it before returning it. Ding Cong took it and put it directly in Weichen's jacket pocket, after all, it was not his thing, and a stone cone was really not a rare cultural relic.

Niu Dali's gloomy face covered the wound with one hand, and the other hand groped in his pocket for a long time before taking out a red pill, throwing it into his mouth and chewing it slowly for a while before swallowing it. At this time, except for Weichen, who was sleeping soundly, the other two people remained silent. Wait for Niu to finish taking the medicine before he speaks.

"It's okay, Dali, my hands were heavy just now, I'm really sorry. Ding Cong apologized first, very embarrassed.

Niu vigorously waved his hand, and his face was a little better before he said, "It has nothing to do with you, it's that stone cone that is weird." Otherwise, this small injury is like being bitten by a mosquito. ”

Chen Dong also followed and said, "Ding Cong, what is the origin of your friend, the stone cone just now is obviously not ordinary, you stabbed me a lot more ruthlessly than vigorously, but there was nothing left." ”

Hearing Chen Dong say this, Ding Cong reacted, stabbing him was not only heavy, but also in a very inappropriate position, so he said some sorry words to him with some twists. Chen Dongzhi didn't really pursue anything, he was just curious.

"Vigorously, if it's better, tell me what's going on. Ding Cong saw that Dali didn't pursue anything more, and hurriedly asked.

"Got it, just tell you. After Niu Dali glanced at Chen Dong again, he didn't tell Ding Cong immediately, but opened his mouth to Chen Dong.

"Brother Dong, who are you?"

This question made Ding Cong confused, although he was a security guard, but everyone in the museum knew that he was going to turn positive in the end, so everyone didn't treat him as a security guard. It can be said that several people of similar age in the hall have always been like buddies in the relationship, why did Niu Dali suddenly ask such a strange word today?

Chen Dong was not surprised that Niu Dali asked this question, and after laughing, he took out a copper badge from his arms. The badge pattern is very simple, with radiating lines from the center to all sides in the background, and the five Chinese characters written in the middle are very neat and vigorous - serve the people!

Niu Dali showed a relieved look after looking at it, smiled slightly and didn't say anything. Ding Cong looked confused again, and said in his heart, what kind of dumb riddle are you playing, what do you mean?

Niu Dali looked at Weichen who was lying on the inside of the bed again, and then said to Ding Cong, "Your friend, are you familiar with your friend, do you know the secret of his body?"

"Not very familiar. He's also something I'm new to know during this time. Ding Cong answered this question very honestly, and then said, "Although I don't know what secrets he has, he has told me about spiritual practice. ”

"Well, since you said it, then what you saw today is not difficult to understand. We are all practitioners. ”

"I guessed that. What is the purpose of that? Practitioners would come and work here for this small income?"

"Indeed, I came here for a purpose. I guess Brother Dong should be the same as my purpose, and that friend of yours should be here for this. ”

"Don't get the topic on me yet, I'm here to investigate why a group of cultivators suddenly entered the world en masse, nothing else. Chen Dong seriously clarified his purpose.

"For what purpose, can you tell me?" Ding Cong was a little curious, and even more curious that Chen Dong was talking about a group just now, not one or two.

“...... Well, now that they're all together, the purpose should be pretty much the same. Niu Dali didn't hide too much, and said directly, "I'm here to find an artifact." ”

"Artifact?" Ding Cong looked at Niu Dali in surprise, this little fat man who usually doesn't have much ideas by himself is actually looking for an artifact. "What is an artifact, what is an artifact?"

Chen Dong looked at Ding Cong with a curious face and asked questions, and thought it was funny, but he couldn't laugh at a person who had just learned about the existence of a cultivator. After all, artifacts only have great charm among cultivators.

"Didn't your friend say it?" Niu Dali felt incredible, and in a blink of an eye, he and Chen Dong came up with the same answer.

"He told me that there are cultivators in the world, and the circle of cultivators is the cultivation world, and then there are many sects in the cultivation world, and then there is the explosion of the bar in the ward, and there are monsters when I go home. Ding Cong said helplessly. But I really don't blame him, Weichen really didn't tell him too many things, of course the historical events can't be counted, and it seems that it's better to hide the things that he can practice.

"Actually, it's not difficult to understand, you can read a few more novels about cultivating immortals. Niu Dali naturally said something similar to Weichen.

This time Ding Cong was really shocked, could it be that what Weichen said was the truth? Such a secret thing actually became the subject of a novel? He turned his head to look at Chen Dong in disbelief, and found that he also nodded in agreement. "Novels? Shouldn't you be in the world? ”。

"Hehe, you don't understand this, the cultivation world is indeed hidden behind the world, but it cannot be separated from the world. The rulers of all dynasties and dynasties will have the background of the cultivation world behind them, and if you want to maintain long-term peace and stability, you must make the world stable, and only in this way can you ensure that the world's offerings to the cultivation world are sufficient and continuous. There are not as many sects as there were in ancient times, and after a special period, many sects gradually withered, and the remaining sects decided to integrate resources and form alliances after learning from the pain. This not only put an end to the wars caused by the struggle between clans, but also effectively maintained the stability of the world. It can be said that now is the time to truly embark on the road of sustainable and benign development. In order to develop benignly, the alliance has also formulated a talent training plan, which does not encourage the cultivation of the whole people, but only recruits outstanding talents within a certain range, which can not only ensure the supply of fresh blood to the alliance, but also avoid the energy war caused by the over-exploitation of cultivation resources, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone. Therefore, in order to prevent too many ordinary people from knowing the way of cultivation, the propaganda department recruited a large number of writers and wrote various literary works on the theme of cultivating immortals. In order to make more people believe that Xiuxian is a fictional story, we have adopted a propaganda method of nine truths and one falsehood, and the effect is very good so far. Hehe, don't you find that all the novels don't tell you how to practice?"

Chen Dong's words perfectly answered the mystery in Ding Cong's heart, and also made him finally realize that the fact that he could practice was even lower than the probability of winning the lottery.