Chapter Seventy-Five: Gathering in Jinguan from all directions!
Seeing that the security inspector insisted, the Daozhen monk standing behind Yang Jian sighed and said, "I'll come." Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info”
He stepped forward, smiled at the security officer, and said, "I'm sorry, but this was just a joke my friend played on you." ”
Monk Daozhen picked up the Howling Sky Dog and gently brushed his hand on the Howling Sky Dog.
This flick seemed to pull up a curtain, and the howling dog disappeared from everyone's field of vision in broad daylight for no reason.
The security inspector opened his mouth wide, wiped his eyes with his hands, and looked over again, but still did not find the existence of the howling dog.
He carefully checked the bodies of Monk Daozhen and Yang Jian, as well as the backpack he was carrying, and was stunned to find that the dog was really gone.
Looking at Monk Daozhen adoringly, the security inspector took out a notebook and a pen, and said excitedly: "Master, sign my name! You are so powerful, you must be going to participate in the rehearsal of the Spring Festival Gala, right? You are much more clever than Liu Qian, you will definitely be able to go to the Spring Festival Gala, and you will definitely be red!"
Monk Daozheng smiled shyly and said, "Thank you!"
Walking into the security checkpoint, Liu Yang smacked his tongue and said: "Oh my God, now being a monk requires versatility and decathlon? Even magic is so powerful? I once saw the news that if you want to be a monk, you need at least a doctorate, I thought it was all fake news to sensationalize, but it turned out to be true?"
Monk Daozhen smiled and said: "What's the matter, this is all nonsense from the outside world, and I don't have a diploma." ”
Song Qiu heard it on the side, and secretly pouted, this monk looked young, but he was actually an old monster who didn't know how many hundred years he had lived, and of course he wouldn't have a diploma.
Liu Yang asked curiously: "By the way, where did that dog go, it can't really be gone, right?"
Monk Daozhen shook his head and smiled: "It's just a little trick, it's worthless to say it, it's not interesting." ”
Liu Yang saw that the monk didn't plan to confess, and he didn't ask anymore, he thought that this monk really relied on the craft of magic to eat.
The group walked towards the waiting room, and Song Qiu took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, so he came to Monk Daozhen and secretly asked, "Master Daozhen, where did you get the Roaring Sky Dog?"
Monk Daozhen showed the silver ring on his finger and said, "Sumeru mustard seeds, there is a lot in this ring, which can store items." My ring is small, just enough to fit the Howling Dog. ”
"This kind of thing, Erlang Zhenjun should also have it, right?" Song Qiu wondered.
Erlang's ears were sharp, and when he heard Song Qiu's question, he snorted coldly.
Monk Daozhen explained: "When you use the ring to store things, you need to use mana, and now the monitoring probe of the heavenly realm is like a prison, how dare Erlang Zhenjun use it?"
After hearing this, Song Qiu suddenly realized, and said enviously: "This thing is really useful when you mention it." ”
Monk Daozhen shrugged his shoulders and said: "Actually, it's not as easy to use as you think, this time it's a roaring dog, and it won't work if it is replaced by other mortal animals." Because there is actually no air in the ring, the Howling Sky Dog, as a divine dog, can live freely even if there is no air, and as soon as other animals are put in, they should die of lack of oxygen in a few seconds. ”
As soon as the group walked to the ticket gate, the train began to check the tickets, and they boarded the train smoothly.
The distance from Jiangcheng to Jinguancheng is not close, it is not far, in the past, when there was no train, it still needed a day and a night, but now it only takes a day.
Song Qiu's seat happened to be separated from the others, and two men sat in the two seats next to him.
Both of them are dressed plainly, and they look like they should be working outside and going home early for the New Year at the end of the year.
At this time, the bullet train started, and the two people who didn't know each other before may have the feeling of being the same kind of people when they saw each other's dress, and they chatted very warmly.
One of them was older, and he seemed to be an honest middle-aged man, he sighed and said, "I haven't been home for four or five years, and I don't know what has become of my family when I go home this time?"
Another person said sympathetically: "I also deeply understand the hardships of working outside. When I was depressed, I would look at the moon and feel homesick every time. What about you? Don't you feel homesick if you don't go home for so many years?"
"But whenever I'm homesick, I take out a picture of my wife and look at it, so that I feel more comfortable wandering away. The middle-aged man said as he gazed out the window affectionately.
The corners of Song Qiu's mouth couldn't help but tremble.
When he heard the first half, he thought it was a bowl of warm chicken soup that soothed his soul, but he didn't expect the sudden change in the painting style, this was actually a bowl of poisonous chicken soup.
The two frustrated people sighed for a while, and the younger man looked up and sighed in confusion: "I am such a person with perseverance, I have insisted on doing the same thing every day for ten years, but why has I not succeeded?"
The middle-aged man comforted: "Life inevitably ebbs and flows, some people are lucky and can soar to the sky, and some people are unlucky, so it takes time to accumulate." Our ancestors said well, the so-called 'God rewards hard work', people like you, if you persist, you will definitely reap the rewards. ”
After speaking, the middle-aged man asked, "By the way, what do you insist on?"
"Charging my phone every day, I haven't missed a day in ten years, and sometimes I have to charge it two or three times a day. The young man said.
Song Qiu tried his best to control his facial nerves on the side, he felt that these two people were really in the wrong business, if the partner went to talk about cross talk, there would have been nothing to do with Guo Degang.
Listening to the cross talk of the two all the way, the bullet train soon carried Song Qiu into Jinguan City.
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A black-robed man stood on the top floor of the building, his robe rattling with the cold wind blowing from the tall building.
If Song Qiu was here, he would definitely recognize that this man was the one who was taken away by Jian Hongyu.
Looking at the rows of high-rise buildings under his feet, the black-robed man was thoughtful.
Not far away, the railway station marked with the three big characters of "Jinguancheng" is very conspicuous.
At the same time, on a hill not far from Jinguancheng, a young man in white was lying on the lawn of the hillside.
He rested his hands under his head, staring blankly at the white clouds in the sky dyed red by the sunset, not knowing what he was thinking.
The bullet train drove into the platform with a piccolo, Song Qiu walked out of the carriage with a package, and the sudden cold air around him made him shudder.
At the same time as he walked out of the carriage, an old man in a sheepskin coat rubbed the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes vigorously, and gently put a piece of his hand on the Go board, and said to himself: "Now that everyone is together, just wait for the opening of this scene." ”
Eight directions, gather in Jinguan!