Starting from wandering with the Westwarder

"Let's go and take a look first." Chuji glanced at Sanzang and reminded, "No matter what I say, it's just the game settings. This is the real world, and the fundamental ideas of these four parties may also occur with various events. It’s changed, so it’s better to see these forces with your own eyes before making a decision.”

【Log③

Coming to the new world, faced with a choice, you made the decision of 'seeing is believing', and gained the ability: Card Drawer

You cannot see the content on the front until the card is revealed. 】

Chu Si's expression was a little gloomy.

This ability is really useless!

It's so lofty to say that even a blind person is so arrogant!

Just when Chu Si secretly muttered that this golden finger was not giving him face, four card faces with familiar job descriptions printed on the back suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then changed positions rapidly at a speed that he could not see with the naked eye, and Rotate.

"What is this?" Even Sanzang could see it.

【Log④

The time of choice has come, please choose one of the four and choose the knight's power that is unique to you! 】

There is no difference between the four high-speed rotating cards, so there is no other way to identify them except to draw a card immediately!

So Chu Si gritted his teeth and took action.

After all, hesitation can only bring defeat!

Chapter 3 My palms are not white, so why was I chosen?

"Please! I understand my stupidity, blindness and cowardice, and even the courage to persevere has been exhausted, but I still beg you! Please bring us and the former king back!"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and before Chu Si could see who it was, the front of the card in his hand turned into golden light particles and poured into his body.

"Are you going to say 'Xiao Lin' again in your next sentence?" Chu Si silently digested the sudden expansion of power in his body and complained.

"Who is Xiaolin?" Sanzang looked at Chu Si in confusion, and then shook his head violently, "No, that's not the point! What was that just now! Why did I feel the breath of the heroic spirit?"

"You can understand that...the servant who died somewhere in this world turned his last obsession into strength, and by the way, he also gave me a mission that I can't do at all." Chuji said his He turned his palms over and over, and finally curled his lips, "I didn't see my palms turning white either."

"That means you now have the power of that servant? Whose power is it?" Sanzang asked curiously.

"Gareth, Knight of the Round Table." Chuji replied, "It's so outrageous for me, a man, to accept the power of a female servant... just as outrageous as Mashu."

"Huh? Wait! Gareth from Knights of the Round Table? I remember that's not a man?" Sanzang looked at Chuji with a look of astonishment and asked.

"Why are you so surprised?" Chuji was even more surprised than she was. "You, a female Tripitaka, are even more outrageous than a female knight. Do you understand?"

"Well, you can't get over this hurdle, right?" Sanzang pursed his lips and looked at Chu Si unhappily and asked.

"I can use this hurdle for decades."

"Then, now that you have received Gareth's power, do you still choose to take a look first?" Sanzang looked at Chu Temple and asked with a little worry in his eyes.

"Of course." Chusi nodded and replied, "What I accepted was only the power, and the will in it dissipated as early as the moment she gave up herself and chose liberation, leaving only a trace of what she wanted to do before she died. It’s just her obsession to wake up her king.”

"Besides, that kid also has a good personality. He didn't let his obsession with personal things affect me."

After hearing that Chuji was not affected by this power, Sanzang breathed a sigh of relief, and then a slightly evil smile appeared on her face.

"Since he is a knight, he must have armor, right? Come out and see if it fits." Sanzang encouraged him.

Chuji saw her true intentions at a glance.

I want to see if the armor displayed in Chu Temple is women's style.

Chu Si wanted to laugh about this.

If this armor was bound to the owner's personality, then Mashu wouldn't be called Se Eggplant.

He carries a heavy armor, an English helmet with a gap on his face, a thick shield that can cover one third of his body, and a long and heavy lance.

The whole set is revealed, so handsome!

At least that's what Chu Temple thinks.

"Hey." Sanzang couldn't help but smacked his tongue when he saw the serious leg armor underneath instead of the battle skirt.

"Oh? It seems that the sleeves of my pajamas were torn early." Feeling the leather armor under the armor, Chuji shook his head with regret.

This is the only set of pajamas he brought from his hometown.

He just left out the heavy armor, but still wore the leather armor underneath. Chuji followed Sanzang and walked in the direction she designated.

As for the result... I can only say that he was the one who changed the direction from southwest to northwest when traveling westward.

She could only judge the east-west direction based on the sun. As for whether it was south or north, it could only depend on God's will.

"I'm so thirsty! Xiao Si, do you have any water?" Sanzang looked at Chu Si with a tired look on his face and asked.

"No." Chuji clapped his hands and replied, "You saw it when we met. At that time, I was completely dressed in pajamas, and the world is full of solid rocks. Where can I get water?"

"But, I still have a mouth..."

"Shut up!" Chuji was interrupted angrily by Sanzang before he could finish his words.

She was constantly harassed by Chu Si's nonsense along the way.

It can only be said that this is not the orthodox Tripitaka. If it were the orthodox Tripitaka, he would laugh it off no matter how much you said, and even use words from Buddhist scriptures to retort at you.

Here Sanzang was getting discouraged, and suddenly the sound of horse hooves came from nowhere.

"Huh? There are still people galloping on horses in the desert?" Sanzang looked in the direction of the sound of horse hooves with some surprise.

Is her experience fake?Aren’t there people riding camels in the desert?

Until a group of heavily armed knights wearing purple armor appeared.

A knight must only ride a horse. If you ask someone to ride a camel, they will definitely not do it.

"Who are you?" Zi Mao, who took the lead, asked, looking at Sanzang and Chusi solemnly.

Although he acted quite upright, Chuji could see through his true nature at a glance.

After all, Lancelot is the old heir to the legacy of Wei Wu.

"The poor monk is just a monk who is looking around." Sanzang smiled, saluted with one palm and came over, "As for this guy, this guy is just a guard of the poor monk."

Well, a guard who can't beat you in a fight.

"Looking for a visit? Looking for a visit to the Holy City?" Lancelot's eyes were filled with gloom.

"It's not just the Holy City." Sanzang saw through Lancelot's inner struggle and replied with a smile, "The temple of the Sun King, the village of Shan Weng, and Chaldea, which will definitely come in the future, are all the objects of my search. .”

"You are also a servant." Lancelot's hand rested on the hilt of Wuhui's Lake Light Sword.

Without saying a word, Chusi stood directly in front of Sanzang, assuming a posture ready to attack at any time.

Lancelot didn't know why, but when he saw the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but look away, not daring to look directly at him.

The last person who made him feel this way was the young knight who was so exhausted that she gave up on herself and chose to die on this land.

"The poor monk Sanzang will not be your enemy for the time being." Seeing that he was being protected behind him, Sanzang was a little dazed.

She couldn't even remember the last time she was protected by someone.

"Sanzang! It turns out that your Excellency is the Westwarder." Lancelot raised his eyebrows and looked at Sanzang in surprise, "But I didn't expect that the Westwarder turned out to be a woman."

"The poor monk never thought that the world would have such profound misunderstandings about the poor monk's gender."

Who told you to call yourself a poor monk, not a poor nun?

"So, you..." Lancelot resisted the urge to look away and stared at Chuji and asked.

"Chu Si, a homeless wanderer, is currently with Master Tripitaka."

"If you are going to the Holy Capital, I can lead you." Lancelot glanced at Chu Temple from time to time, and then said, "But, I don't recommend that you go there now, you may die."

He knew that with the king's order, sooner or later this land would turn into nothingness like the outside, but why should he seek death now if he could live for a few more days.

Chapter 4 Who is going to be selected?Can't I send you a greeting card?

"Oh? Is there any limit to entering the Holy City? Anyone who falls below this limit must die?" Chu Si asked aloud.

He naturally knew the specific details, but those things were not things he should know, so in front of Lancelot, he could only pretend to be ignorant.

"Sorry, I can't say more." Although Lancelot's inner tendency was slightly biased towards the two people in front of him, that was by no means the reason for him to reveal the secrets of the Holy City.

"So, can you please hand us a greeting card? We have no intention of fighting you while the situation is unclear." Sanzang asked.

"Although I would like to help you with this, unfortunately, I am not allowed to enter the Holy City before being summoned." Lancelot replied with a shrug.

"You can ask the guards guarding the city to send the greeting cards in." Chu Si reminded.

"I can't guarantee that I can deliver it to the king, because there is an unpredictable assistant officer in the city."

Lancelot still relaxed.

"Can you two ride a horse?" Lancelot looked at the two of them and asked.

"Is your horse... spiritual?" Sanzang asked with a smile.

Why does she appear as a Caster instead of a Rider?

Isn't it because she can ride a horse but is not good at it?

When she was traveling west, before she met Wukong and the others, there were guards holding horses, and she could ride them.

After having Wukong, Wukong leads the horse.

Then the little white dragon turned into a horse. It was a spiritual creature. Even if no one was holding it, she didn't have to worry about being knocked down.

How many years have passed, and now you ask her if she can ride a horse?

"I should be able to ride." Chusi replied with a strange expression.

Although Gareth is a Lancer, he has riding skills, which is ridiculous.

So even if he has never ridden a horse before, he can still ride it.

"Then I'll give you two a horse." Lancelot waved his hand, and a certain purple-armored knight behind him jumped off his horse and handed the reins to Chu Si.

"Do you want to sit in the front or in the back?" Chuji turned to Sanzang and asked with a smile.

"I feel like you have some conspiracy." Sanzang clenched the tin staff in his hand uneasily, "How about I try to summon the little white dragon?"

"Give up, you don't have the luck to summon those three apprentices and the little white dragon." Chuji curled his lips and replied, "I don't want to have to watch Lancelot slay the dragon legend before setting off."

Sanzang curled his lips and had no choice but to sit in the back.

She didn't want to be held in the arms of this young man who had evil intentions towards her.

Then she regretted it.

The jolting motion of the horse's gallop made her uncomfortable.

I feel stuffy and my legs are still sore.

"The clothes you are wearing... are quite unique." After dismounting, Lancelot looked at Chu Si's pajamas without two sleeves with a strange expression and said.

"This is something I brought from my hometown. It is of great commemorative value." Chu Si sat on the horse and was unwilling to move.

Sanzang couldn't wait to jump off the horse and stretch his legs.

She had never thought that riding a horse could be such an uncomfortable thing.

Lancelot did not dare to approach the Holy City at will, so he could only ask his knights to send the greeting note he had transcribed and Sanzang's original copy.

Within 10 minutes, a small door on the side of the Holy City was opened.

The man who made Lancelot's brows stand up came over with a sullen expression.

"Are you the Master Xuanzang?" Ageguiwen asked, staring at Sanzang without even looking at Lancelot.

"Exactly." Sanzang's single palm salute appeared again.

"Then, please come in with me. The king has agreed to your visit." Agguiwen glanced at the young man still sitting on the horse, then turned and left.

As for Lancelot...is there such a person?

Sanzang raised his head and glanced at Chu Si, his eyes becoming less friendly by the way.

He put on Gareth's leather armor again.

Gently jumping off the horse, Chuji returned the horse to Lancelot's men, and followed Sanzang to catch up with Age Guifun amidst the strange eyes of everyone.