"Do you know the origin of my name, Ninth Master?"

It was late at night, and there were still people who didn't sleep, and in one room, several men in official uniforms sat together and bragged.

The man who spoke was a bald man, stroking his bald head as he spoke.

"The ninth master's name is Fang Dalu, this name is high-end and high-grade, but I don't know where this comes from. ”

This is a post station set up in Jinniu by the Dahan anti-mutant group, except for the deputy team called Fang Dalu, the others are all new rookies, how do they know what the name of the bald man is.

"You're really stupid, the meaning of the road is to pick it up on the road, the ninth master, I'm an abandoned baby, you know, hahaha... Fang Dalu laughed so much that tears flowed out.

It turned out to be an abandoned baby, and everyone suddenly realized, but what is there to be proud of in an abandoned baby?

"Stupid, the abandoned baby means that my parents are actually not my parents, that is to say, my real parents are likely to be royal, or they are powerful cultivators, and the worst is also the rich party, they must be looking for my whereabouts all these years, maybe one day I will be developed in the ninth master." "This Fang Dalu can really be crooked.

It's also possible that your real parents are just beggars on the side of the road, or that they have died a long time ago.

A few rookies around him thought so, but of course they wouldn't say it.

"Bang bang. "There was a knock on the door.

The rookie closest to the door opened the door, and outside the room was a man wearing a hat, his face also covered with a black cloth, and he couldn't see his eyebrows.

The man handed a yellow talisman to the rookie and left, and the rookie respectfully sent the yellow talisman to Fang Dalu.

"It's all for Lao Tzu to get up, the second and sixth have an accident. ”

Fang Dalu glanced at the yellow talisman inadvertently, and suddenly stood up from the recliner.

"Little Master is a painter?" In the front yard of Lanruo Temple, Fang Baiyu and the little monk called the painting three links were having a cordial and friendly conversation.

"It's a monk who can draw. Drawing a three-way corrected Fang Baiyu's statement.

"Is this a hobby, or are you planning to sell it for money?"

Fang Baiyu is really a layman, and he doesn't leave money in three sentences.

"I am for eternal life. "The words of the little monk are a bit profound.

"It is impossible for man to live forever. Fang Baiyu shook his head: "It's impossible for other animals and plants. ”

"Well, it may not be possible to live forever, but at least it can make our lives longer. ”

The brush in the hand of the painter pointed to the epiphany in the distance: "This flower is dead, but I painted it on paper, and when people look at my paintings, its life is extended." ”

The little monk's words transitioned from art to philosophy, but Fang Baiyu was a layman after all, and he was not interested in any of this.

"Have you seen my friend? He's a few years older than me, and he's ... ”

Sure that the little monk had no intention of sending him a painting, Fang Baiyu lost interest in chatting, and instead inquired about Lu Yao's whereabouts.

"I didn't see him. After the little monk finished speaking, he picked up the paintbrush again, and another epiphany bloomed in the distance.

"Then I'll look somewhere else. ”

The place where the three sides sit is exactly the junction of the front yard and the back yard, it is said that he can see it as long as someone comes from behind, but the little monk is an artist, and Fang Baiyu doesn't know if he is lying or distracted?

Fang Baiyu took a few steps forward, and in front of him was a side hall with murals.

"Wow. "In the darkness of the night, countless black shadows were hurrying, and the person at the front stopped, and the night light and his bald head contrasted.

"The place where the Fang deputy team, the poetry deputy team and the distant deputy team had an accident is near Jiawu Village, according to the spy report, a group of immigrants have recently walked from this road. ”

Fang Dalu finally stopped, and the rookie subordinate next to him hurriedly reported to him the information he had just gotten.

"The checkpoint says that there are pregnant women among these people?" The bald head bent over, and there were many footprints of different shades on the ground, which were left by Fang Baiyu and the others.

"Yes, eight out of ten were women, and all but one of them were pregnant women and a girl. The rookie subordinate replied in detail.

"These people are in disguise, and you see, the footprints have changed from here. ”

Fang Dalu was quite reliable when he was not crooked, and he saw the abnormality of these footprints.

This place was the place where Fang Baiyu and the others vomited, and after restoring their original appearance, their footprints naturally changed.

Especially Xiaobai, who changed from a camel to a horse, the hoof prints of horses and camels are very different.

"Those people in the immigration department are getting more and more perfunctory, and it's better that the deaths of the second and sixth have nothing to do with these people, otherwise, huh. ”

Fang Dalu's eyes widened with anger, and the faces of the others were also ugly.

The Dahan anti-mutiny group was established ten years ago, and now, in addition to the leader of the dragon who has no head and no end, there are nine deputy team leaders. Ambiguous 43

They are ranked not by age, but by the time they joined the organization.

The poem is the second brother, the sixth in the distance, and Fang Dalu is not young but only the ninth.

The relationship between several deputy team leaders is very good, and the poem and the distance are directly crazy.

"Deputy Fang Team, it has just rained acid before, and the Poetry Vice Team and the Distant Deputy Team may have been killed by mutated grass and tree monsters. The rookie subordinate said.

"Anyway, these people are very suspicious, they deviated from the main road in order to avoid the grass and tree monsters, Wang Shi, is there a place near here where you can sleep?"

"No, it's all wasteland. ”

Wang Shi is the name of that rookie's subordinate, and when he heard Fang Dalu's inquiry, he took out a map from his body, which should be the place where Lanruo Temple is located, but it was marked as a mass grave.

"What the hell is going on with Alice?" said Alan in the room where Alice and the others were, with Alain sleeping soundly in his bed, and Shaqima and two other companions sitting on the table.

"What do you mean, Shaqima?" had just done a little trick on Alain, and there was an enchantment in this room, and Alice wasn't afraid of anyone overhearing their conversation.

"You and Jessica have something to hide from me, and you have another deal with that Fang Bai Yu. ”

Shaqima looked very angry, listening to the tone, she didn't know the relationship between the two companions and Gu Lou Zhai.

"That's our business. Alice's tone was tough, and she didn't back down in the slightest because of Shaqima's identity.

"I hope you will not forget the great cause of our Persians, and that so many of our compatriots are suffering... Shaqima was moved with affection.

"What the hell are you trying to say, Shakima?" interrupted Jessica.

"Where did you learn those strange spells?" the other party didn't want to listen to nonsense, and Shaqima simply got down to business.

"Is that what you're talking about?" Alice rolled up her sleeves, revealing the tattoo of the Eye of Fire.

"You relied on it to break through the demon-resistant physique. Shakima's eyes were shining, she and Alice were best friends, but she had never seen Alice cast a spell before, because it was impossible.

Everyone in the world knows that the Persians were expelled by Nantianmen and were not allowed to return to Great Wei, but they did not know that the Persians were also cursed in addition to this, and this curse was that the Persians could not practice.

It's not that it's completely impossible to practice, for example, Shaqima, after eating a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures, can still reach the transcendent realm, but he can't step on it, and he can't cast spells.

The Persians are as if they have been abandoned by the laws of heaven and earth in the Ming Realm, and even the simplest way of water cannot be comprehended.

She was surprised when she saw Alice and Jessica cast spells during the day, but fortunately, the girl was still a bit of a city, so she didn't ask until now.

"The tattoo on Jessica and I is called the Demon Tattoo, through which we can convert the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into magic, and we Persians can't understand the way of nature, this kind of tattoo can be said to be a kind of artificial Dao fruit. Alice explained.

"This kind of tattoo can only support us to play the strength of the later period, artificial is man-made, and we have no way to advance to Tongshen. Jessica continued.

"That's not bad, how did you get this kind of tattoo, give me a tattoo too." Shaqima wanted it too.

"It's not that easy, we have made a lot of contributions to the organization to get a tattoo, and this kind of tattoo requires very precious materials, and the runes in the organization need to work to be able to draw it. Alice shook her head.

"Then disperse. Alice meant to let Shaqima join Gulouzhai as well, but the girl, as the priestess of Princess Ayitu, couldn't join these messy organizations casually.

"It's nothing, let's sleep. "Seeing that Shaqima has no intention of joining Gu Lou Zhai, Alice has also removed the enchantment, Fang Baiyu and Lu Yao are both cultivators, it would be bad if they found the abnormality here.

"Ahh

"What's the situation?" asked Jessica, surprised as she began to undress.

"Probably other overnight guests. Shaqima remembered that there were other guests at Lanruo Temple.

"Let's go out and have a look. Alice didn't dare to fall asleep, so she jumped out of bed, ready to remove Alain's ecstasy first.

"Poof. When the girl got up, the oil lamp on the table went out, and everything in the room fell into darkness.

"Have you ever met my friend? He is a few years older than me, and he looks ... ”

Fang Baiyu was already in the side hall at this time, and the monk who had received Lu Yao before appeared again.

"I didn't see it. Hearing the young man inquire about Lu Yao's whereabouts, the monk said he hadn't seen it.

"That bothered. It was getting late, but the lights in the side hall were bright, Fang Baiyu secretly felt a little heartache about the sesame oil money, and was about to leave.

"Since the donor is here, why don't you enjoy the murals of the temple. The monk stopped Fang Baiyu.

"What's so nice about this mural?"

Fang Baiyu said so, his footsteps still stopped, and there was also a mural in front of him, which was painted with an apple tree.

There was a monk under the apple tree, and the monk was holding a rosary in his hand, as if he was reciting scriptures.

What bullshit scripture to read, the apple is almost ripe, how good it is to eat one.

The mural is very boring, Fang Baiyu can just take a look, he still has to find Lu Yao.