Reverend Insanity

The dazzling sun illuminates the Qingmao Mountain.

In the school, the old family is telling the main points in detail: "Tomorrow, we have to choose the second locust to refine. Everyone has the successful experience of refining locusts, this time can be consolidated. For the second locust Choice, everyone should think carefully. Combine these days of practice and understanding of themselves, and consider it in general. In general, it is best to use it with this life."

The first locust of the priest, called the natal scorpion, once undoubtedly established the cornerstone of development. Subsequent second aphids, third aphids, etc., are determined on this cornerstone in the specific direction of the practice.

After listening to the old words of the school, the teenagers could not help but ponder. Only Fang Yuan was screaming at the table and slumbering.

He worked hard in the middle of the night, and after returning to the dormitory, he still practiced the martial arts and kept warm. It was just dawn, and it started to sleep.

The school’s old family swept Fang Yuan’s eyes and frowned slightly, but did not say much.

Since the patriarch Gu Yuebo told him about it, he took the responsibility of the other party and let him go.

“What locusts should I choose?” Many students couldn’t help but look at Fangyuan when they thought about it.

"Speaking, Fangyuan already has a second locust."

"Yeah, that's a worm, and it's a great luck to solve the worms."

"If I have a worm, can I take the lead in promoting the middle class?"

The thoughts of the trainees are one after another, the admirers have them, and the prostitutes have more.

Since that day, after the trial, Fangyuan’s worms have also been exposed. The origin of the wine worm did not cause doubt. While the people are relieved, the luck of the other source is very emotional.

"Why didn't I have such good luck, hehe!" The ancient moon, which is the same as C and other qualifications, sighed in the heart.

A long time ago, his grandfather was around to buy people and buy worms for him. Unexpectedly, he did not get a heir to the division, but the ancient moon Fangyuan was given priority.

Compared with the sorrow of Chicheng, the Founder who is the deputy head is mentally awkward.

"Brother, I will definitely surpass you." He glanced at Fangyuan and said something in his heart, he took back his sight.

These days his eyes are shining, and his life is full of awkward passion. His cheeks are rosy, his forehead is flooded, and even the pace of walking is brisk.

The school’s old man looked at this and immediately understood that it was the ancient moon patriarch who had begun to secretly teach the Founder.

Of course, this kind of opening a small stove can not be said clearly.

The old school girl closed his eyes with one eye.

It’s evening again.

Fangyuan once again squeezed into the secret hole of Shishi.

Jingle Bell……

In his hand, a hare struggled fiercely, and a bell was tied around the hare's neck.

This is the hare that Fang Yuan captured on the mountain, and the bell is naturally attached to him.

After a day, the suffocation in the secret hole has completely dispersed, and the air is very fresh.

The hole in the ramp was open, and it was silent. Fang Yuan was half on the ground, first carefully looked at the ground. He sprinkled stone powder on both floors last night. This thin layer of stone powder is not eye-catching.

"The stone powder at the entrance to the ramp remains the same. It seems that during the time I left, there was nothing unclean in the ramp. There is a footprint at the entrance to the secret hole of the secret hole, but this is what I just stepped on. It is obvious that no outsiders have been here." Fang Yuan observed it and let go of his heart.

He stood up, reached out and tried to pull off the dead vines on the wall.

Then he sat on the ground, pressed the hare with his leg, and vacated his palms to shake the vines.

This kind of general teacher will not, but Fangyuan has too many rich life experiences. When there were several times in the past life, when the poor had fallen, even the locusts could not afford to feed, and they starved to death.

For a while, he had no real money, no locusts, and even mortals, even life is difficult. In desperation, I learned to sell woven straw rope shoes, straw hats, etc., in exchange for some Yuanshi crumbs to make ends meet.

At this time, the drafting of the rope, the memory of Fang Yuan’s heart emerged again.

The bitterness and suffering at that time turned into a silent smile at the moment. The hare is struggling from time to time and the bell is ringing.

A pair of two good for a long time, thousands of thousands of times back.

Thin, slowly, over the years, bring together the years, there are twists and turns, there are rumbling, there are entanglements.

Isn't it a life experience?

In the secret hole, the red light is dark, and the young and vicissitudes are intertwined in the face of Fangyuan.

Time seems to stop here, quietly admiring the juvenile hay rope.

Jingle Bell……

After half an hour, the hare quickly broke into the ramp, the bell on the neck rang, and a few breaths came out of Fangyuan's field of vision.

The grass rope temporarily prepared by Fang Yuan was tied to the hind legs of the hare at one end. At this moment, he was dragged by the hare and swiftly swam away.

After a while, the straw rope stopped swimming.

But this does not mean that the hare has reached the end of the martyrdom, may be killed by a trap, and may just stop at midway.

Fangyuan began to recover the rope, and the rope gradually tightened. He slammed hard.

At the end of the straw rope, there was immediately a force. Then the straw rope went on and then went out.

Apparently the hare over there, suddenly under the power of dragging, in the horror, began to rush into the inside.

So many times and five times, the hare seems to have finally reached the end of the martyrdom. Regardless of Fangyuan’s raking rope, the straw rope is only loose and tight, tight and loose.

Perhaps the hare has reached the end of the martyrdom, and it may be that the hare has fallen into a trap and is trapped.

It is also very simple to verify the answer.

Fang Yuan began to collect the rope, and his power wild rabbit was able to get it. Finally, he used the straw rope to pull the hare out.

The hare struggled at the end of the straw rope, but the straw rope was taken from the wine buds and the rice bag. Although it died for many years, it was still tough and not comparable to ordinary straw.

The hare once again fell into the hands of Fang Yuan, and Fang Yuan carefully examined the hare and saw that there was no wound on his body, which spit out a suffocating gas.

"At the moment, this ramp should be safe."

With this result, the hare will lose its effect, and Fang Yuan will pinch to death and throw the body on the ground.

This hare cannot be released, and the animal also has memories. If it comes back here, like a worm, attracting outsiders, it would be awful.

He took a deep breath and after a few temptations, he carefully stepped into the ramp.

Despite the hare exploring the road, there are many traps that target humans. The small animal of the hare can't be triggered. Therefore, Fangyuan had to guard against it.

The ramp is in a straight line and extends obliquely toward the ground. And the more down, the more spacious the ramp.

Fang Yuan has just entered the ramp, and he has to bend down and bow down. After more than fifty steps, he will be able to stand tall. Going a hundred steps or so, you can open your arms and swing around.

The ramp was actually not long, only about three hundred meters, but Fang Yuan spent a full time to find the end of the ramp.

On this road, he is careful and step by step. When he reached the end, he was already tired and sweating.

"There is no trouble with the locusts used for detection." Fang Yuan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and confirmed the safety~www.readwn.com~ This is the time to settle down and carefully look at the end of the road.

This observation, he was stunned.

At the end of the ramp, a huge stone was blocked. The surface of the stone is smooth and protrudes in the direction of the square source, like the round belly of Jaffa.

It is this huge stone that blocks the way Fangyuan continues to move forward.

In addition to this boulder, Fangyuan has nothing left.

"Did it be because of the accident that the middle section of the ramp collapsed, causing the blockage?" Fang Yuan’s eyes are condensed, which is very likely.

Before the dying, the wine drinker eagerly created this power heritage. He used the tarantula of the thousand miles to make a mountain martyr. The ramp leads to the depths of the mountain and guides the successor.

However, hundreds of years have passed, this rampage cannot withstand the erosion of time. At one moment, one of the ramps has been in disrepair and collapsed.

There are always various accidents in life.

"If this is the case, don't I stop here?" He stepped forward and touched the stone, which blocked the boulder that he was advancing. The exposed area alone was as big as the door. Imagine the thickness of its entire shape.

Fang Yuan can use the moonlight to honed the stone wall, but to wear off such a huge stone, it takes a year or two to work hard.

"It seems that tools must be used to break the boulder with iron shovel and shovel. Only in this way, it is inevitable that many traces will be exposed. Some of the sounds of knocking will also be transmitted." brow. He is considering the risks and benefits.

If the risk is too great, he would rather give up this power.

After all, if someone else discovers the secret here, he has to make some layouts and hard work before, and he has to pay for it, and he may have the danger of life!