Qin Yang was a little worried, how could he go to pull hatred for others.

After all, judging from the information obtained recently, the Blood Lama is so high-profile, and there is no indication that he is looking for Emperor Ying.

If he still remembered what happened last time, remembered the fiasco, he would definitely not be like this, he would treat himself as a clear target, and when he had not yet recovered, he would attract Emperor Ying to kill him.

According to the time, nine times out of ten, the Blood Lama did not know that Emperor Ying was killed, nor did he know that Emperor Ying's strength had plummeted.

In this way, I can probably make a conclusion for the time being, and the last time I was in the sea of thoughts, it has become a blank in my memory.

Under this premise, if you don't know who your enemy is, how can you go to find it?

So Qin Yang was worried, without exposing himself, how could he make the Blood Lama understand, believe in the truth of this world, and let him go to Emperor Ying?

After thinking about it, let's discuss it with the killer Qin Yang, he has entered a dead end of thinking and must turn around.

The killer Qin Yang didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, and was dedicated to doing his own research.

Seeing that the dog Qin Yang came down, he immediately dispersed all the screens around him.

"Something?"

"Well, look at the memory for yourself. ”

Killer Qin Yang's eyes closed and opened, pushed his glasses, and said expressionlessly.

"We came to Nianhai, firstly, to completely solve Emperor Ying, and secondly, to find out if there is any other way to solve the dry heart curse.

Anything else is of little concern to us, and besides, this is just a gimmicky, chaotic mirror of the ancient world for us.

We don't care how it changes here, and it doesn't have that much impact.

Do you understand?"

Dog Qin Yang pondered these words for a moment and said slowly.

"Can you just say that?"

"Why do you have to think that Nianhai is a secret, why do you have to treat it as a secret?"

"Understood. Dog Qinyang suddenly realized, suddenly enlightened, and walked out of the dead end of thinking in an instant.

Leaving the world where it had been snowing gray, Qin Yang patted his head.

Such a simple truth will even drill into another dead end.

Flip the table directly, so that the secret is no longer a secret.

In this way, anything he wants the Blood Lama to know can reach his ears in a roundabout way, and it will not expose himself.

Even if the Blood Lama, or even Emperor Ying, will speculate a lot of things, and even involve himself, the impact is not too great.

Emperor Ying will not remember himself, but the Blood Lama will, but in his impression, Qin Yang is just a weak chicken, if he didn't leave last time, he is still a weak chicken who has just woken up, if he leaves, there is a chance that he will not come to Nianhai now.

Now the person who came to Nianhai is just a guy named Ji Wuzhen.

It's too difficult to spread the news or something, spread rumors or something, I've done it more than once, and I'm familiar with it.

No, that's not quite right, he never spreads rumors, he always spreads the truth, and in order to ensure the spread, he just uses the means of spreading rumors.

So, this plan should be called:

The world needs to know the truth.

A few days later, in a city, a monk took an elixir that could only be produced in extremely dangerous areas, and happily embarked on a mission.

A crazy madman, with a lot of resources that are usually hard to see, is secretive and lets people spread the news.

What is said about this world, it is just a sea of thoughts transformed by the legacy of a god after death, and all the living beings here are actually false.

Reincarnation every 10,000 years, endlessly repeated, and now happens to be the stage when a new reincarnation has just begun.

When the monk takes the advantage, he will naturally carry it out with all his loyalty, and the implementation is particularly strong.

It's just that he didn't take this as a task, but as a joke about a madman, shared it with others, and by the way, he showed it off, and he could get a lot of resources after listening to a joke.

Especially when the madman, when arguing with others, became angry and showed terrible strength, the popularity of this joke did not subside, but spread faster in secret.

Qin Yang is conscientious, constantly running around, and doing his best to let everyone know the truth of this world.

The resources that I picked up in the wilderness before were scattered out a lot, even if those resources were actually average, and the masters couldn't look down on them, but don't forget, looking at any world, the masters are only a minority, and nine out of nine are minor monks.

Since it is to let the world know the truth, of course, it is to take care of the vast majority of people.

Passing by a new city, he left behind an elixir that was worth a lot of money to most people, and staged a speech again.

Anyway, just listen to it.

This is Qin Yang's newly discovered method, his name seems to have been known by many people, as long as he starts to speak, there will be no fewer people who come to see the master's jokes.

I saved money, and things got better.

......

Mi Yin walked in the wilderness, and her face was a little unpleasant.

He really didn't fool Qin Yang before, he really went to find someone to help.

However, the truth is a bit embarrassing, he somewhat overestimated his popularity.

There are indeed a lot of masters I know, but these masters don't give him face, no one is willing to help, and no one wants to make enemies with others for some reason.

That guy who is a martial artist or a parrot, the ghost knows if it's a human or a demon, and what the background is.

The teacher is not good, Mi Yin is a little unhappy, it was not like this in the past.

Flying all the way to a thatched house in the mountains, Mi Yin stretched out his hand, a little divine light flashed, easily opened the grass curtain and walked inward, the back of a secret realm with beautiful mountains and rivers, the boy guarding the door, saw Mi Yin, his face suddenly turned into a donkey's face.

"My lord is not here, so the guest will come back another day. ”

"Ha, little guy, I haven't seen you for a few hundred years, why don't you recognize people, it's okay, I'll wait. ”

Mi Yin laughed, pinched the boy's face, and swaggered in.

Entering the manor, Mi Yin was familiar with the road, pushed open one door after another, and came to a gazebo, where there was a man who was angry with a book, holding a pen and waving, and the big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing appeared in his pen.

When the man's pen was raised, and his wrist shook slightly, he saw that the big characters broke out of the paper, turned into a mighty black dragon, and pounced on Mi Yin.

Mi Yin was not surprised, laughed, took out a few paper rolls in his sleeve, spread them out, took out a blank roll from it, pinched the seal by hand, and dotted it on the paper roll.

Suddenly, I saw that on the white paper, the white divine light bloomed, and the chains turned into halos broke out of the paper, wrapped around the black dragon, and dragged the black dragon into the paper.

The black dragon roared on the paper, tossing and turning for only a few breaths, and then condensed into the big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, and completely did not move.

Qi Yin looked at the big characters and praised again and again.

"If you are like a dragon, if you are flying, after the strength of the majesty, there is a sense of heartiness, wonderful. ”

After a few praises, Mi Yin rolled it up and put it into his big sleeve.

"I see you're pretty idle, go out for a walk with me, as long as you go with me, I can tell you a big secret. ”

The man in the pavilion, his face darkened, he didn't pay attention to Mi Yin, and with a wave of his hand, a new blank picture scroll appeared on the table.

As soon as the man grabbed it out of thin air, he had a new pen in his hand, and he held the pen on the paper with a few strokes, and then saw a big yellow-skinned mouse appear on it.

This big rat has sharp-beaked monkey gills, a small head and a round belly, and a shrunken head and brain, which looks extremely obscene, and the whole body is not contaminated with something, and it looks dirty.

After the man finished painting, he casually inscribed a poem on the side.

As the man walked away, the dirty rat seemed to come to life, and the man stood up and shouted at a sharp voice.

"Rats have skin, but people have no etiquette. If there is no etiquette, what is it not to die!

Rats have teeth, but people have no end. There is no end to people, how can you not die!"

Before the poem was finished, Mi Yin hurriedly walked up and slapped the big mouse that jumped off the paper back.

With a pop, the rat turned into a thick pile of ink and stained the paper.

"Isn't it just a matter of asking for a few words from you, I really like it, you scold me so hard, and you want me to stink for thousands of years, it's too much." ”

The man snorted coldly and sat aside with an iron face.

A scroll flew out and unfolded on its own, and a woman with gentle eyebrows and eyes and a gentle temperament in it drew out more and more.

The woman was slightly blessed with Mi Yin.

"I've seen Lord Mi, but I don't know why Lord Mi came to Caolu?"

"Come and see my old friend, I know some big secrets, and I want to tell you about your stinky face. Qi Yin was a lot more polite, and pointed to the table: "Don't you want to make a tea?"

The woman nodded with a smile, and with a wave of her hand, the tea table appeared, and a scroll of paintings flew out on the side.

The woman reached into the word, and when she picked it gently, a yellow flower fell into her hand, and in an instant, the yellow flower dried up on its own and turned into flower tea.

After boiling water to make tea, the clouds flowed, and after a while, the woman put down the teacup and pushed it gently.

"Mi-sama, please use tea. ”

"Good tea, it's just here, in order to taste the authentic word tea, not to mention, your master, in addition to the stinky face, the tone is really not bad. ”

"Hmph. The man snorted coldly as he drank his tea.

Only then did the woman turn her head to look at Mi Yin.

"Lord Mi, the secret you said, but this realm is the sea of thoughts, and after the fall of the gods, we are all vain?"

"Huh?" Qi Yin was startled, turned his head to look at this mute old friend, and couldn't help but feel a trace of respect in his heart.

It turned out that his old friend had already broken the truth of the world.

"Lord Mi, you have been running around these days, which can be regarded as quite hard, why bother, now your reputation is quite notorious, and you have the potential to become the laughing stock of the world, so it's not good. ”

The woman said it quite tactfully, she didn't say that you are a madman, you are preaching it everywhere, who doesn't know, and now you are pretending to be a big secret here, fooling my master, and not beating you out can be regarded as self-cultivation.

Mi Yin was a little confused, he really didn't understand this, he was indeed visiting friends everywhere these days, but it didn't develop like this.

The woman looked at the words and looks, as if she was aware of something, and said euphemistically.

"It's good for adults to have a good heart, but ...... It's better for Mi-sama to go and see for yourself. ”

Failed to find foreign aid again, Mi Yin didn't feel much, after all, in the plan, this old friend's temper was not very good, and he didn't have any expectations.

After coming out, recalling the woman's words, Mi Yin came to a big city, quietly changed his appearance, changed his appearance and sneaked in.

Not long after, in a restaurant, Mi Yin listened to the laughter below, and her expression changed.

It's no wonder that several times before, when he occasionally met people, those people looked at him strangely, and each one avoided it from a distance, and didn't dare to say anything.

Someone used his previous body appearance, used his pseudonym Mi Youde, spread money everywhere to publicize, and fought with people several times without saying a word.

Even two days ago, he was chased and killed by a sect to take revenge, and he went to the gate of the sect in turn, set up a large array, and set up a sign, only the dead and dogs can pass.

This hatred is full of hatred.

The vest of Mi Youde is useless.

Originally, it was the seven orifices of qi that smoked, but at this moment, listening to the laughter below, Mi Yin suddenly laughed out loud.

Who did this, do you still need to think about it?

Who else could there be besides the junior named Qin Yang.

obviously carried the pot, but Mi Yin smiled very happily.

He can't get used to the style of the sect, as if dancing with shackles, if it is self-controlled, it should be appreciated if he is not used to it.

But the sect's current style has already become a coy posture, and the inconsistent show on the outside is disgusting.

And among the younger generations, there is such a preacher who is absolutely impossible to appear in his memory, and of course the more he looks at it, the more pleasing it is.

Just carry the blame, it doesn't matter, anyway, his obsession is gone, and he knows that he is not the real Mi Yin.

Qin Yang's approach, Mi Yin is greatly appreciated, to be the kind of so-called righteous gentleman who behaves in a cozy manner, it also requires capital.

When you don't have the capital, you go to show off, and if you don't talk about your own death, it will drag everyone down.

is like that mute old friend, with a bad temper and a clear and sour smell, but he still takes it as a friend and appreciates it greatly, just because people have that capital, and they are the same on the outside, and they are true gentlemen.

Mi Yin quietly probed, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, this junior was really good, when he spread rumors, he did true and false, and sometimes he would appear in several places at the same time.

He couldn't see any flaws in the method of change, and he tracked it quietly, but he couldn't track anyone.

He didn't quite understand what Qin Yang was going to do, but it didn't matter.

Mi Yin put on Mi Youde's vest again, went into battle in person, and began to learn from Qin Yang to spread rumors, which can be regarded as completely carrying this pot.

......

A few days later, Qin Yang scratched his head and looked at the dirty Taoist priest who was hanging in the air and plagiarizing his speech, confused.

Didn't this thing run away directly after fooling him?

Why did he jump out again now and learn from him to spread rumors.

The more Qin Yang thought about it, the more embarrassed he became, could it be that he really wanted to fork it, this guy was not a trick on him.

If that's the case, it's embarrassing.

I didn't see a dirty Taoist before, this thing seemed to have evaporated from the world, Qin Yang put on the dirty Taoist priest's vest along his gloves, jumped happily, and gave people the name of a madman.

Ahem, isn't this a corruption of character?

No, it doesn't matter if he's fishing or not, you have to talk to him.

......

In the hall on the back of the giant elephant, the Blood Lama listened to the report of the people below, smiling, but suddenly felt a sigh in his heart.

"What's that person's name?"

"Mi is virtuous. The Dharma Protector Divine General, who was shining with a dark golden light, came out of the crowd with a humble expression: "I know that this person seems to be an outcast of a certain big faction, with countless aliases, and he has been using the name Mi Youde in recent years. ”

"Virtuous ......" The Blood Lama pondered the name, and when he listened to this style, a sense of familiarity suddenly came to his heart.

Could it be that Qin Yang is still here?

But it's not quite right, if Qin Yang is also there, his strength shouldn't be so strong, this madman has the ability to fight and is undefeated, it is definitely not Qin Yang.

The Blood Lama clasped his hands together and looked at himself, using secret methods to find the missing part of his heart.

Reconstruct the impression of the world.