The Riddler Get Out of Terra

City, but did not realize that Xia Chuan not only supported it but also planned to play a bigger role. "

"Just like now, with just a few tricks, I can see some self-seeking bastards making everyone in Gouwucheng feel insecure and complaining. If they are allowed to develop, your hatred will definitely be able to Report, but how many people there will be in Gouwucheng after that is not necessarily within your expectation."

The scholar in the gray cloak is gentle and gentle, and he speaks slowly and slowly. Everything is just right, but his eyes are shining, and a weird, mechanical but flowing golden light is tattooed on the bamboo hat cloth that covers his face. Weird symbols appear.

The moment he saw the strange symbol, Wuyou's mind buzzed, and for a moment he seemed to see countless strange and weird pictures, including Xia Chuan, Wuyou, Ajie, and countless familiar and unfamiliar people.

Their movements are ever-changing, their number is endless, and the distorted images symbolize countless futures, each one shattering into fragments in front of nothingness.

"Scholar Hong! As expected, you cheated again with Life Weaver!"

Xia Chuan's roar awoke Wu Wu, and the coldness on his face made him realize that he was sweating all over his body at the moment, and the sweat was lying down along the lines of his skin. The wave of overload that overloaded his brain just by looking at it at a glance had faded away, and the remaining traces He was also forgotten by Wuyou due to his deliberate adjustments.

"Is this... the special skill of the wisdom lineage?"

he asked hoarsely.

Xia Chuan was furious and chased Hong Quan and beat him. The girl looked at Hong Quan and found that he was just smiling and had no intention of explaining, so she nodded to Wu:

"Absolutely. The God of Wisdom has given the Wisdom Lineage the means to observe the future. In the believer stage, if you spend a lot of time learning knowledge and then be prepared, you can almost see a shadow of the future - Scholar Hong and I are not the same Regarding the genre, I don’t know what happens next.”

"But I heard that you also have the gift of observing the future as your core ability?"

Xia Chuan patted Hong Quan on the shoulder.

"That's called the Fateweaver, and it's a very good advancement - the only pity is that compared to the same level of the Life and Courage school, the Fateweaver is a little weaker in frontal combat."

Hong Quan did not hide it from them, and told him about a certain advanced step in the wisdom lineage.

"Come on, no matter how weak we are, can our sect be weak?" Xia Chuan shrugged in distress: "After the demigod was promoted, he could barely hold his head up in front of the other three sects. Did I say anything?"

"Do you still have any advancements?"

There was no surprise - even if the four gods had other requests and needed faith, they shouldn't have gone to this extent, right? !

"Absolutely. Anyway, in the psychic perception I received, there is a ritual to please the gods of the genre and be promoted to a demigod through great achievements, but it is very difficult, so difficult that it is unlikely to be completed by a single person."

Xia Chuan said boredly.

"...Let's talk about Gouwucheng again."

Wu You paused for a while, and smoothly passed over the knowledge that Xia Chuan was pondering over, and changed the topic: "What are you going to do? Are you going to live in the city first or directly..."

"If Xia Tou were here, he would definitely choose the most direct approach," Hong Quan smiled without any mercy: "Those reckless men from the Courage lineage always take action without thinking, they just want their own happiness, no matter what Then there will be a flood?"

"The Life Line is more accustomed to silently preaching. Given their temperament and needs, they cannot take the matter of helping you with revenge too seriously - in the end, you still have to find someone from the Wisdom School."

"So you might as well come to me directly."

He stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, and regardless of the shouts of "Hey, hey, hey! It's not like our spiritual school can't do it!" he said to Wu You:

"Your pursuit is still effective, which proves that Gouwucheng still remembers you, so we cannot enter the city directly. We need to make detailed preparations to offer a big gift to those people."

"As for the more detailed..."

Hong Quan suddenly shut up and gave Wu You a meaningful look: "Please let me show off a little bit, but I guarantee that the protagonist will be you."

Chapter 139 There is nothing new in Gouwucheng ([-])

There is nothing new in Gouwu City.

This city is an old city. It has brought the cold rain and wind and frost of the last era of Yan Kingdom from the past to the present. Now it is gradually moving into the future under the leadership of new people one after another.

The city library contains many history books that match its age. Anyone who has leisure can go in and read them. However, there are not many people in this city who have leisure, and many of these people are interested in the books. The record is dubious:

In the history books of the library, there are recorded myths about the Great Yan True Dragon adhering to the destiny and leading many people to defeat the giant beasts and rebuild the Yan Kingdom. There are also unofficial folk histories about the true dragon's despicable and shameless alliance with the giant beasts to trap the giants.

The former is of course regarded as a trustworthy history - the small gilded characters "Revised by Dayan Tianshi Mansion" on the spine of the book give it an extremely profound meaning. As for the latter... anyone with a little common sense would not think it is true, right? ?

Is that a real dragon? !The Emperor of the Yan Kingdom who led the people of the Yan Kingdom to carry the three-foot sword to achieve unparalleled feats was precisely because of his existence that the people of the Yan Kingdom were able to reach the present without any danger. Even if they stumbled, everyone knew that they were from the Yan Kingdom and would never It will tear this country apart.

Writing, language, politics, magic, technology, education... The legacy of the true dragon has profoundly affected the people of Yan country to this day. Even if many measures have been deleted, deleted or modified by later generations, they can still be understood from the remaining scales and claws.

To His vastness, vastness and love.

How could such a character deign to cooperate with a giant beast, or use a betrayal and sneak attack to kill a giant whose origins are a mystery and whose great achievements are only vaguely recorded?

What's more, Ye Shili also vaguely hinted that this shameless and despicable betrayal failed, and the real dragon and the giant beast paid an unparalleled price - one was torn into large pieces, and the other was seriously injured, and had to explain in a hurry. The funeral ended with hatred.

This is simply a blatant challenge to the official history books!

Generally speaking, such unofficial history should not be allowed into the library, and the Gouwucheng Library, which is regarded by successive city owners as the cultural crystallization and spiritual symbol of Gouwucheng, should not include such nonsense. , but there are always exceptions to everything.

As an ordinary city on Terra, Gouwucheng has experienced many natural disasters and many reconstructions. Before the establishment of the mobile city, if two people from Gouwucheng who were separated by 100 years were allowed to communicate with each other about the buildings in the city, they would They can be confused by the contradictory words coming from each person's mouth.

After all, even the City Lord's Mansion has been moved more than double digits a number of times during renovations. How many other landmark buildings can survive the ravages of natural disasters?

Over a long period of time, out of some unknown state of mind, one of the city lords of Gouwucheng took historical stories as a link to the continuity of Gouwucheng. He collected a large number of stories that were passed down orally by the people of Gouwucheng, some true and some false, and compiled them into a book. Put it in the city library waiting to be read.

These collected stories were good and bad, true and false, and some were upright and peaceful, true stories similar to the history books of Tianshi Mansion. The library printed them many times and put them on the most conspicuous bookshelf.

And more stories that were unknown to be true or false, or even false at first glance, were collected by the city lord and stored as some kind of records in the library of Gouwucheng.

Of course, they are not what real scholars want, so they were thrown into the most remote locations by scholars. If it were not for the strict maintenance of history books in the library by successive city lords, many scholars would even gather together to carry out a cultural purification. These misleading idle books were thrown into the lighted fire.

But in the taverns and teahouses on the streets, these idle books that are not recognized by orthodoxy take on a new meaning.

The storytellers will go to a remote part of the library to find them, read every line of text carefully, and then carefully copy them onto the paper they brought. After returning, the storytellers will use their literary talents to make flowers come alive. Complete the sentences into a complete story.

So amid the sorrow of scholars and the laughter of ordinary people looking for fun, stories about unofficial history and real dragons are like weeds in the wasteland. When the strong wind comes, they may disappear for a while, but after the storm, they will grow again and appear again in the mouth. In stories passed down by word of mouth.

It’s just that people like new things after all. After the storyteller has been telling it for a long time, the story will eventually come to an end. Even if it is repeated over and over again, it will not attract many people’s attention.

The storytellers are anxious: How can this be done?This is our wealth and life!No one has heard of books, so how can we eat?

So they continued to search and search in the library, hoping to find a new story - unfortunately, there was indeed one, but once such a story was adapted by them, the Lord Gouwu would be afraid.

The story has to go back to the beginning, when the storytellers gave up their unrealistic ideas in despair.

Someone suggested that maybe we could go to other cities to tell the story, and after a few decades, the audience would not be tired of it, so they could come back and continue the story?

Then he shut his mouth when the others looked at him as a fool.

The storytellers broke up unhappy, and everyone returned to the teahouse and tavern that they had maintained with an iron mouth and a pair of fists. They continued to repeat the story countless times without knowing the taste.

As a result, the novelty was gradually worn away, and it only took a short time for the storyline to go from novel to boring - so short that the storyteller didn't even react, and the number of people willing to listen to their stories gradually became scarce.

The stories in Gouwucheng soon stopped being new.

Maybe when people who are tired of hearing them gradually leave and people who have never heard of them continue to pour in, their stories will take on a new lease of life.

However, no one is willing to wait - can the food from the future, which is unknown for how long, be fed into the present stomach?

So the next week after everyone said goodbye solemnly, the storytellers returned to the gathering place with even more bitter and resentful faces. You looked at me and I looked at you, and decided to look for, or make up, new stories.

They thought hard and thought about it, and after experiencing the tragic situation where many fools were imprisoned for making false claims about the real dragon, they finally found a new breaking point:

A dilapidated martial arts gym, the cry of a drunkard after his debauchery, and the intertwined forces in Gouwucheng - a new story, isn't this coming?

As for the fate of those forces who came after them...

The storytellers plan to make some small adaptations, filling the flesh and blood of the story with other stories and other characters, so that its skeleton can bring them the resources to make a living.

Maybe in the future, the story they adapted from that dilapidated martial arts gym will be compiled into a book and appear in the library of Gouwucheng?

1 Chapter [-]: There is nothing new in Gouwu City ([-])

"The last letter said that the heroine named Lian was a famous hero in the world. In the past, there were lewd thieves who wreaked havoc in the world. The heroine Lian chased them for more than two hundred miles and finally killed them."

"But the adulterer is not a man who fights alone. Although Lian Nuxia killed him with a fan, she also discovered that there were many unknown things about this man, such as the birthmark on his face under the mask, and why he was related to the Jianghu The eldest son of the famous Li Xiaofeng family is exactly the same? Why is this thief not from a famous family, but he has excellent kung fu? "

"Even the clothes on his body are unique: the fabric of the night-walking clothes worn by the thief is rough, no different from those of the martial arts masters in the world, but after tearing the night-walking clothes open, there is actually a set of soft armor for defense!"

"Lian Nuxia had previously restrained the thief with a hidden weapon, but the thief did not dodge. She only protected her head, face and lower body, and used other parts of her body to catch the hidden weapon that she fired with strange techniques. At that time, she only heard a clanging sound and thought it was... The thief had a piece of iron hidden on his body to protect himself, but he didn't take it seriously. After pulling out the fan, he used heavy techniques to injure his internal organs and achieve great success with one blow. Only in this way can the thief be exhausted and unable to escape the pursuit."

"At that time, I thought it was because this perverted thief had practiced Kung Fu, but he just couldn't protect his internal organs when he wasn't home. Now, when I look at it again, where is the Kung Fu?! It's obviously an excellent treasure!"

"Since her fight with this thief, she has encountered countless dangerous situations. Even though Lian Nuxia is a rare master in martial arts, she must be careful to guard against the thief's many insidious tricks. But now, looking at the soft armor on this thief, There are so few white marks!"

"Who gave him this soft armor? And who taught him kung fu? Why didn't the person who taught him kung fu and gave him soft armor never teach him that a warrior should act with righteousness, instead of bringing harm to the world and ruining someone's innocence? ?”

"Even... why is the birthmark on this thief's face so similar to that of Li Xiaofeng's famous benevolent son Li Qinghua? The Li family... Lian Nuxia has some concerns in her heart, but she is also afraid that she will be deceived by the thief and hurt. A truly kind family."

"For a moment, my heart was in confusion, and I was thinking about it. But at this moment, I heard a loud shout from behind: 'Who killed someone!', followed immediately by a fierce sword energy!"

Huh——!

There was a scream in the small teahouse. The storyteller in brown clothes with a long beard touched his beard, raised the tea cup in front of him, and took a small sip:

"That's it for today. If you want to know what happens after the funeral, please listen to the next chapter for the breakdown!"

"Oh?! Why did you finish talking again! What happened after that? What happened after that?"

"This honest heroine has done such a big thing, shouldn't she be unknown in the world? Are you, a liar, talking nonsense?"

"This thief is a member of the Li Xiaofeng family without even thinking about it. Although he doesn't have many characteristics of the Li family, the birthmark is the biggest evidence!"

"This is not necessarily true. What if he is only from the Li family, but was actually abandoned long ago and is no longer a member of the Li family? He was even sought out by enemies of the Li family, taught him martial arts, and asked him to take revenge on the Li family. This would not be unreasonable. possible."

"That's true. There are so many dirty things in those big families. It may not be impossible for a subordinate child to be taken out and tortured by the same family."

"It's not like this old guy is actually making up his mind here! When I asked him, he said it was an adaptation of a story, it had a prototype in Jianghu, and it even had a close relationship with Gouwucheng. But when I asked him about the details, he just talked about other things. Not a word of truth!"

"Alas! This is not right! What I said may not be a lie. Why shouldn't this brother believe it? As long as you look for it, you will definitely find records related to our Gouwucheng!"

His ears accurately heard the scolding that called him a liar from the noisy crowd. The storyteller immediately became energetic: These days, you are not afraid of people arguing with you in person, but you are afraid that no one will listen to your story!

The former is one of the best ways to gain attention. During the off-season, the storytellers must not oppose each other and put on a human drama so that the people of Gouwucheng after drinking tea can come and listen to their stories!

Well, the latter... If a storyteller loses attention, then he is not a storyteller!

"Oh, why don't I believe it? I think you storytellers ran out of new words over and over again, so you had no choice but to make up other things to fool us!"

Another voice sounded in the teahouse. People looked around, only to find that the speaker was hidden in the crowd and could not be found.

"My little brother is so handsome!"

After realizing that he could only hear the sound but not see the person, the storyteller's eyes lit up, and he immediately bowed his hands and made more than ten various gestures with his hands in front of him like butterflies wearing flowers, which was dazzling.

"Oh, storyteller, can I scare you with some Qianmen gestures? Your gestures are antiques from many years ago, who still talks about this!"

The voice was neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, and the position of the voice was unpredictable. The crowd was silent for a moment, but they found that they could not find the troublemaker who could see the tricks of Qianmen!

"But didn't my little brother still see it? He still used a thousand words and a thousand tricks to deal with me. I guess he must be a high-ranking person! I wonder why you came to Gouwu to cause trouble for me, an old man?"

The storyteller didn't care that he couldn't find the man in the dark. He wanted to pick up the tea cup and take another sip, but suddenly stopped and took a closer look at the strange thing under the tea:

"It turns out to be a Thousand Sects Test. I guess little brother was called out by the teacher?"

"Have eyesight."

The voice that could not tell the difference between east, west, north, up, down, left, and right snorted, and then said the purpose:

"Mr. Mo, thousands of people have heard of your name for a long time. Today, the teacher regards you as my target for a fight. I wonder if Mr. Mo has any advice?"

"Just give me some advice, let's talk

Not on. "

Mr. Mo smiled and shook a hand of tea, letting all the tea in the cup spill on the ground. The warm tea wetted the ground, leaving a bright dark color:

"It's easy for people in the world to get together and get together easily. If you can spare some kindness, leave it alone. I won't embarrass my little brother. How about we use the story I just told as the title?"

"Oh? Isn't this story really just a lie made up by you bunch of sophisticated storytellers?"

The voice rang out in the crowd again.

"Oh, little brother is right or wrong."

The storyteller sat on the chair behind the square table and shook his head grandly:

"Every storyteller knows that what he tells is adulterated. The lies may account for [-]%, [-]%, [-]%, or even [-]%. But the words spoken by the storyteller must also be true."

The storyteller opened the paper fan, revealing four large and vivid characters on the fan: "Remove the false and preserve the true":

"Just like this story telling, at least [-]% of it is true. Our betting battle will last for one month. How about letting the little brother see which part of the story is true and which part is false?"

"If I win, I hope that little brother will show his respect and don't disturb the storytelling business in Gouwucheng. If little brother wins, I won't be stingy either."

The storyteller knocked the paper fan in his hand on the table: "Brothers, please take this fan and say that Mr. Mo lost the competition and even lost his beloved thing to you. How about that?"

Chapter 141 There is nothing new in Gouwucheng ([-])

The descendants of thousands of families are going to compete with the storytellers!

If we say the most fascinating news about this teahouse right now, it is the competition between the storyteller enjoying tea and the people from thousands of families.

The people of Yan country have never been stingy in giving some romance to the world, even if these frivolous romances are mixed with indelible blood.