The Bald Monk in the City

　　 In the end, the plane arrived in Lhasa as scheduled, and there was no other special emergency time.

With Muzi's secret assistance and comfort, the little girl successfully fell asleep.

For a bard who has the blessing of the gods, this is not so difficult.

The bard is a relatively panacea role, she can play most positions in the team.

So in general, the bard can easily fall into two extremes: Either become a secondary buff booster, or become a nightmare for all enemies.

Normally, the bard appears to the public more in the form of the former.

But as a special bard, Muzi is different from ordinary bards in this respect.

"If people don't want to grow up, there is no need to force them."

Muzi blinked playfully and looked at Yi Qiu, and then said to him in a special tone.

Yi Qiu could feel a certain kind of special energy surging in her body, it was a force exuding ancient and mysterious, just like ancient stars exuding icy cold and dazzling light.

But obviously Muzi's ability is still too low, and Yi Qiu can only vaguely feel some relevant breath.

In terms of specific energy intensity, it is too weak.

But Yi Qiu could feel the potential of this energy, but soon the energy in Muzi faded...

The stewardess looked at Yi Qiu and Muzi with some doubts, but in the end she didn't say anything.

When getting off the plane, Yi Qiu consumed a little comprehensive network disaster currency to generate a three-layer Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung through the comprehensive network and presented it to the girl's mother as an apologize to the girl who frightened her.

Of course, when giving it, Yi Qiu gave it in the name of blessing the girl’s health-and in fact, if she practiced according to the above pattern, although she would not reach the point of much strength, it would be much healthier than ordinary people. Physical fitness is still available.

Although I don't know much about the distorted Tibetan language above, the girl's mother still seems to be happy to accept this kind of suspected religious gift.

As for what to do after she accepts it, it has nothing to do with Yi Qiu.

Speaking of it, he remembered that he had given Yuan Yinyin a three-layer dragon-like Prajna Kungfu secret book before, and promised that if she reached the third layer and made corresponding psychological preparations, he would fulfill his original promise.

But in terms of time, she should not have reached the third level yet.

Yi Qiu raised his head and looked at the clear blue sky. Under this blue sky, unknown people were silently writing their own stories...

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Milk tea shop near Lhasa Airport

This should be set up by a Tibetan and drifting youth, and the style is relatively small and fresh.

Nearby some old Tibetan drifters who have been accustomed to the plateau climate while drinking milk tea leisurely while chatting about the mountains, and dancing with the musical instruments next to them when they got excited.

The owner of this store is familiar with Muzi, and she is also one of the fans of Mount Everest.

The awe-inspiring peak that was given the sacred name has indeed become a kind of belief to a certain extent.

Unfortunately, in this era of capital fangs and claws, more people regard it as a shining medal of honor.

It may be because there has been no communication before, so after meeting Yi Qiu, Muzi's chat is very high. After getting off the airport, she invited Yi Qiu to this milk tea shop to chat for an afternoon.

"Wow, that's great, you guys had a party before."

Listening to Yi Qiu talking about his journey to the bear country, Mu Zi couldn't help but said enviously.

Of course, she was not envious of Yi Qiu's going to Xiong Country, but because Yi Qiu soon became a player of the comprehensive network, and she had a communication partner, and even directly based on reality.

For her who has been suffering from no communication, this is indeed very enviable.

Because there are still too few players, the basic plane trading platform does not normally perform the responsibilities of communication between players.

More often, Yi Qiu and the others communicated through private chat messages on the platform.

"If there is a next gathering, I will communicate with them to see if I can add you."

"If nothing happens, there is no problem."

Yi Qiu touched his bald head and said.

He is better able to understand Muzi's current mood, which is roughly the same as when he was rescued from the dark underground: he had a stomach full of words and emotions and wanted to find someone to share, but he looked around at a loss.

"Come on and upgrade. When your biological level reaches 10, there is a chance that we can download the team together."

"If you have any difficulties or troubles and need help, you can contact me through the comprehensive network."

"Mobile phones may not work so well, you will know later."

Yi Qiu got up and said to Muzi when he saw that the sky was a little groggy.

After speaking, he used his consciousness to open the trading forum on the plane, and then used his consciousness to select Muzi to add friends.

For the non-evil integrated network players in the material world, Yi Qiu still doesn't mind giving them occasional assistance.

What's more, this is a compatriot who grew up on the red earth with him. Judging from Yi Qiu's value concept, it should be given some small support.

Don't forget each other if you are rich.

For the traditional concept of flower growers, it is not very difficult to understand.

But this does not mean that Yi Qiu has become their nanny, he has his own right to act.

After bidding farewell to the somewhat reluctant Muzi, Yi Qiu embarked on the road to the wasteland in the cold night.

Because for the wilderness, the roar of locomotives can be heard far away.

In terms of Yi Qiu's current perception, the range he can perceive is greater than that of ordinary people.

So after finding that there was no car on the road, he let go of the speed and started moving at high speed!

According to Yi Qiu's past experience, there are no pedestrians on this road when night falls.

In the daytime, you might encounter Tibetans or devout pilgrims waiting for the bus by the highway.

The solid concrete pavement provides a good platform for Yi Qiu to exert his strength, enabling him to explode his own speed more presumptuously.

Of course, he still needs to control his power to a certain extent, after all, the concrete floor is not completely indestructible for him now.

Yi Qiu found that although he could not arbitrarily mobilize the power of plane consciousness ~www.readwn.com~, he could persist for a longer time if he performed some more subtle operations.

Now, Yi Qiu uses consciousness to try to ease the resistance of air to him.

This is a relatively difficult thing for him while he is moving at high speed.

After a long period of meditation practice, he is now able to maintain a state of concentration, but there is still not much help for whether he can control consciousness in a state of concentration.

This requires a long period of specialized training, and it cannot be accomplished by imagination and a single mental effort.

Although this is the power of idealism, in a sense, the power of idealism also has its own unique rigorous standards, rather than arbitrary and empty conjectures...

When Yi Qiu failed many attempts, a very accidental situation, he successfully relieved the resistance of the surrounding air to him in an instant!

"boom!"

Yi Qiu could perceive a certain violent reaction in the air, but his ears did not receive any sound feedback at this time. It seemed that he had entered a silent world!

The vision around him was flying by at a speed he had never shown before, like a hurried streamer, and when his speed gradually returned to the normal speed under the resistance of the air had recovered.

Yi Qiu stopped and looked at the area where the speed burst before him: On the road at the end of his vision, a spider-like crack was silently saying what had just happened...