The Bald Monk in the City

On a straw pile in a certain material world, three plainly dressed young people are lying on it.

And under the straw pile, several black and white cats are lazily nesting there.

It is spring day, and the sun is warm but not hot.

From time to time, a breeze blows, bringing the fields moist and full of vitality.

"Oh, it's started..."

At this moment, a young man among the three said.

He wears a straw hat and a piccolo that looks very crude around his waist.

Under the long brown hair, the slightly raised corners of the mouth always make people feel some kind of joke.

"Well, I'm going to squint for a while."

The young man next to him said lazily, his hair looked a little pale.

This is a not-so-good symbol in many civilizations.

His skin looked a little dark, like a farmer who was active in the field all year round.

For a **** system, sometimes there will always be some other gods.

After all, except for those few born, they can be used as powerful divine power related priests.

There will always be some changes and adjustments in other priesthoods.

Among them, the clergy related to weak divine power is the most complicated.

From a certain perspective, as long as the corresponding conditions are met, any concept of existence can be regarded as a priesthood.

But generally speaking, the appearance of this kind of priesthood has great chance.

Becoming a **** is not that simple, even the great arcanist has paid a heavy price for it.

Of course, they are not without gain...

"Dansim, I heard that you recommended a new participant, what kind of occupation is he..."

The young man in the middle scratched his head and asked. He was just busy fighting a gadfly.

There was a straw dangling from the corner of his mouth, which made his voice seem a little vague.

"Monk..."

The young man who spoke first said that he was the **** of laughter and shadow-Rize Dansim.

The three people on this straw pile are all gods from different planes.

Their priesthood is not exactly the same, but there are always certain common characteristics that allow their friendship to last.

Gods are not necessarily solemn and solemn. Sometimes, they will also have some qualities that make things dazzling...

"Legendary monk? What's the meaning of those cold stones, I remember that game can't suppress their will..."

The young man in the middle fiddled with the straw on his lips. He didn't think it was a good idea.

Because they tried it a long time ago.

But obviously, the result is obviously not so satisfactory.

"Do you think he will bring an interesting performance?"

"Oh, yes, what is his name..."

The young man in the middle looked at the young man incarnation of the **** of laughter and shadow-Rize Dansm and asked.

"God Killer-Yi Qiu..."

Rize Dansm replied.

"Ok?"

The two people next to each other looked at Reze Dansim, they did not know the information of the participants.

Of course, they can actually view relevant information, but this is obviously a bit boring.

They enjoy the surprises of unexpected information, or...shock.

"Man, your path is a bit wild..."

One of them said in a subtle tone...

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Yi Qiu, or part of Yi Qiu's consciousness, looked at some familiar rooms in front of him, and his memories seemed to flood again.

The River of Destiny is like a long river with infinite tributaries, it has endless magnificent and beautiful changes.

Yi Qiu knew the River of Destiny, but he never felt that he had understood all the mysteries of the River of Destiny.

It is endless, it is endless, and it is the true vastness and magnificence that the legendary character can't explore in the endless time.

At this moment, Yi Qiu felt that he was probably cast into a certain branch of the River of Destiny:

In other words, it may also be a sub-world derived from it.

In the concept of mortals, they have a special name for this: parallel world.

The memory in his mind was surging, and Yi Qiu began to accept the memory from this body.

Everything is like those memories that have been deposited in the depths of his consciousness, but the trajectory of fate seems to have undergone some subtle changes.

The disaster that changed his fate did not happen, and the turn of fate that changed his hairline forever did not happen either...

It was as if everything was attributed to a certain balanced posture, that was the life that belonged to him-that mortal Yi Qiu should spend.

Because it is only a part of the manifestation of consciousness, the cold sea of ​​consciousness at this moment can only sustain the most original part.

The mighty force that frightened the plane seemed to have disappeared.

A faint sense of weakness made Yi Qiu feel a trace of confusion in his heart.

But the confusion was just haunting his shallow consciousness.

The will that moved the gods will not be wiped out so easily.

Day and night meditation and hard cultivation, long tempering in the spiritual world, those have already given Yi Qiu's spirit or soul a more determined trait than steel.

Yi Qiu opened the door of the room that was familiar but strange.

A trace of tension emerged in his mind, which was caused by the emotion of mortals.

This part of consciousness is the manifestation of Yi Qiu's head that carries the mortal will.

Yi Qiu's intuition gave him some enlightenment, and choosing this part of consciousness will make him gain something.

It seemed that the door of the room that had been reorganized by others seemed very light, not as dumb as Yi Qiu remembered.

In the living room, there is an embroidered tablecloth on the table with some fruits and snacks on it.

This scene is obviously unfamiliar to Yi Qiu, but he knows the source of all these changes:

The parents have not yet passed away, they are now continuing their jobs.

But counting the time, my father is about to retire.

Yi Qiu walked to the window sill, and the bright sunshine carried the brightness in his memory.

And below, passing college students brought joy and laughter full of youthful vigor...

"Meow?"

On the windowsill of the house next door, a familiar orange cat glanced at him, and then continued to lie lazily there basking in the sun.

Yi Qiu could feel that in the cold will, something warm seemed to be flowing silently.

That is what he gradually faded in the long time and adventure.

Every time you meditate, you need to face hundreds of days of mental tempering;

When every battle ~www.readwn.com~, we need to choose the survival or death of intelligent life in millions or even tens of millions;

When every thought needs to be carried out with a certain cold and detached attitude...

The passing of some things is inevitable.

Yi Qiu stretched out his hand on the window sill, but the window sill was like a stick of mud, and he easily pressed a palm print.

Yi Qiu was shocked, his mighty strength had indeed disappeared.

But he is still no longer the young man in the material world in memory, even when the years turn to 20 years old, he can easily control the life and death of mortals...

Yi Qiu touched his bald head subconsciously, but the hair touch feedback from his palm made him slightly dazed.

change?

Yi Qiu shook his head, and he reached out and smoothed the palm lines on the window sill.

Then, he began to receive information about this fateful event...