The Taoist in the bamboo crown brocade suit and the young man with eyes like a tiger frequently raise their glasses. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dishes are constantly emptied and replenished, and the smell of grease and spice mingles with a beautiful ensemble that is enough to make everyone who smells it tickle.

But Drow sniffed the seductive scents, but he didn't feel hungry at all, or rather, his hunger came from the other side.

The man wearing the bamboo crown was dressed very much like the Taoists and priests in the temples he had seen, but with his telekinesis that had paused for a long time at the level of perception, he could gradually feel the difference between this man and those Taoists and priests.

That person didn't have the mental fluctuations of a cultivator.

As far as Drow was concerned, although he only had the mental power to initially perceive the vitality of heaven and earth, he was also able to distinguish ordinary people from cultivators from the crowd. It is precisely because of this that he is valued by those big men who are in charge of the army, making him a hidden spy.

But he could now be sure that the man with the bamboo crown had no mental energy surging around him.

If you don't have telekinesis, you're not a practitioner, and for Drow it's like one plus one equals two. So it's even harder for him to understand what's happening in front of him—

A flame rose from the man's palm, and an egg was crushed and spread out in the man's palm. So the raw egg instantly turned into a sweet-hearted poached egg.

And the man sent the poached egg over like this: "Although this is not a fire cloud palm, I believe that the taste of this omelette is enough to accompany a bowl of ecstasy rice." ”

For this poached egg, which looked very tempting, the tiger-eyed young man just showed an expression of being coldly beaten by some inferior cold joke.

Between the jokes and the snacks, the conversation gradually shifted to the incomprehensible.

Those discussions about time and space, with their incomprehensible and complicated terms, made him feel tired and headaches.

But these terms, which gradually made him incomprehensible, made him confirm one thing—the man in front of him who was dressed as a Taoist, even if he was not a cultivator, was an extraordinary person with great wisdom.

Confirming this idea, he did not hesitate any longer, and listened intently to the conversation between the two men again.

It's better to say that it's a conversation, but it's better to say that one person talks endlessly, while the other person complains about the demolition from time to time.

But since Drow believed that this was his chance, he had to listen with his spirit:

“...... But then again, since the problem must be around Yanggu County, why should I go far away?"

"Officialdom is the least worrying thing. Although Wei doesn't even have the identity of a Jin Tanlang, Wei's disciple is already the hottest favored Taoist official. Don't say that these customs officials in Dongping Mansion and Yanggu County, even Zhu Mian, the abbot in the southeast, should also avoid the road. ”

"Here's the problem, Wei's portable magic sword was entangled by this Qinglian magic robe, and the magic power of the Buddhist sect in it couldn't be easily refined for some reason. Although Wei is not only available with this sword, but the Haoling Sword is a genus of golden elephants in the Five Cities Mysterious Weapon, and it is inherently a little estranged from Wei Daoji. It's easy to cut people, but how to evolve Wei's most proud Dongyang Eight Yan Transformation?"

"As for how to solve the Buddhist mana on this Qinglian robe...... Speaking of which, the essence of this Qinglian Dharma robe is actually excellent, and the great mantra of Buddhism is also like gathering all businesses, practicing Zen monks extensively, and I don't know how many Jiazi's hard work has been achieved, and even faintly overwhelming the six karmic wheels. There is one such treasure of Buddhism, which is enough for the Buddhist lineage to protect the treasure of the mountain, but this little nun took out two things at once!"

Sighing, complaining, digressing, Zhuoer listened hard, but his attention was unconsciously attracted by those words, and shifted to the Qinglian robe that the person said.

The smooth silk robe was wrapped in a long sword, and the green lotus and green lotus were scattered on the silk surface, which looked extremely elegant.

But as his gaze grew, among the clusters of green lotuses, there were exotic girls with green silk like dark clouds and skin colors like snow porcelain, wearing silk clothes with the same pattern as lotus fields, holding a red oil-paper umbrella in their hands, and smiling lightly at him.

With just this smile, Drow felt in a trance.

In a trance, he felt that he had walked into the endless lotus field, and the girl with skin like a porcelain doll stretched out her hand to him-

It may not be appropriate to say that the girl is a girl, with a delicate face like a white porcelain doll, with a slight green and immature atmosphere.

But this kind of youth reveals the unique flamboyance of mature women.

The strange temperament of immature and mature, which in turn strengthens the girl's delicate face like a porcelain puppet, which makes people feel wary of inhuman things, but they can't mention any nickname.

If you change to any spellcaster with supernatural vision, there is enough hidden under the girl's appearance to attract attention.

But for Zhuoer, he can only feel the touching beauty of this girl.

It was a beauty with a sense of fragility of life, as if the girl would disappear like a withered cherry blossom in the next moment.

And this beauty, like honey mixed with arsenic, made him unconsciously indulge in it.

Drow found himself in the lotus field, the blue lotus flowers withered in an instant, and the petals fluttered in the wind, surrounding him and the girl holding the umbrella in front of him.

Immediately, the girl showed him a heartwarming smile: "Although I don't know your name, it's great to be able to see the samurai again, this must be the pity of the Buddha and the Bodhisattva for the little woman......"

Before the words fell, a Buddha sounded for no reason!

It is not the sound of ordinary Buddhism and Zen singing, nor is it a mantra Buddha name, and the sound and sentences are all just seven words:

"Nan no Myoho-renge-kyo. ”

"Nan no Myoho-renge-kyo. ”

"Nan no Myoho-renge-kyo. ”

During the chanting, Zhuoer was slightly in a trance, and when he was awake again, he was already standing on a bustling street.

The noisy streets are full of pedestrians, people dressed in simple clothes, busy with their own business.

The men on the street wore their hair in strange buns, their foreheads were shaved into bare green skin, and only the back half of their hair was pulled up at the top of their heads, forming a small bun.

This kind of hairstyle is not good-looking, no matter how handsome a man is, if he combs his hair in such a bun, it will also reveal a humble and obscene temperament.

So they wore their hair in such a bun, flirting with the boys who were obviously disguised as men, and went into the bathhouse in pairs with the women with the hairs on their lips, and the whole street exuded a sense of obscenity.

On such a street, there are vendors pushing carts and selling soba noodles.

The noodles are excellently cooked, the toppings are even better, and the broth from bonito flakes and kombu has a fresh taste of seafood, and a spoonful of soy sauce is a great source of satisfaction.

Before, listening to the Taoist man wearing the bamboo crown, although the case was full of delicacies, it did not make Zhuo Er feel hungry, but now he smelled the aroma of the soba noodles, but he found that he was hungry.

When you are hungry, you have desire.

He stood in front of the cart and said to the stall owner, "I want a bowl of soba noodles." ”

The words came out, but they became an intonation he had never heard before, with short syllables and mostly flat tongues, but there was a sense of frustration in their own voice.

Seeing his dress, the stall owner nodded busily, then fished out a bowl of light black soba noodles from the noodle pot, poured the soup stock over the bowl, and poured a spoonful of soy sauce on it.

When Drow took the bowl of soba noodles, his eyes subconsciously swept towards his body, only to find that he was wearing a black cardigan robe, with a thin knife with a slightly curved blade stuck in his waist.

At this glance, he was a blur, as if his name was about to be forgotten......

Who are you?

Not a spy with no name and a family who died in the massacre of the village, but a respected samurai.

This thought can no longer be stopped, and a series of life memories quickly emerge in my mind.

There was even a scroll called "Hagakure Bunshu", in which he memorized all the admonitions on how to be a samurai.

Yes, he was a samurai Ishii Sanzaemon, who was following his lord and was staying here temporarily because he had come to Edo Castle to pay homage to the shogun.

At this moment, above this street, suddenly dark clouds came densely, and the electric light in the clouds curled down, imprinting strange and mysterious words in the sky.

As this row of heavenly books appeared, there was another thunderous shout: "I actually want to make a monster again! Xuanling Treasure Seal, smash it for me!"

The moment the clouds shattered, Ishii Sanzaemon watched as a huge mountain-like seal fell straight down, smashing the entire world to pieces. And he sat up abruptly at this moment—

He's not Ishii Sanzaemon, he's Drow, a little-known spy.

And in front of him, the Taoist in the bamboo crown brocade suit touched the beard on his chin and greeted him: "Black-skinned and white-haired little brother, are you awake? Welcome back to the real world of this woman without soba noodles and porcelain baby-faces." ”

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Although he was dragged back to reality, Drow didn't have the real feeling of being back to reality at all.

The Taoist priest who claimed to have saved him obviously had a desire to be a good teacher, and in the past three days, he has not left this abandoned small temple at all, but has spent it in non-stop interrogation and cramming-

"Datang? Datang has been dead for many years. That's right, he died in the feudal town, died in the eunuchs, and died in the Anshi Rebellion. Tsk, the Datang you come from is definitely not the Datang I know. ”

"The Tang Dynasty that I know has only prospered for a hundred years, and then there is a series of bad debts. The Tang Empire, which has prospered for thousands of years, the enlightened and robust people of the empire, such a rare thing definitely does not exist in this time and space. Although the change of time and space is like the choice of the Gate of the Destiny Stone, occasionally one or two strange things will appear like an endless garden of intersecting paths. But I am sure that the feudal regime, without the support of extraordinary strength, will not be able to support the historical cycle of hundreds of years of chaos. ”

"So this brings me back to the detective novel I like—the infinite continuity of time, the web of scattered, concentrated, parallel time that is expanding and changing. This web of time, with its threads close to each other, intersecting, dividing, or centuries unrelated, contains all possibilities. We don't exist for most of this time, in some you exist and I don't, in others I exist and you don't exist, in others you and I exist. One time I got a good chance and you came to my house, another time you walked through the garden and found me dead, and another time I said the same thing, but I was a mistake, a ghost. ”

Reciting the famous novelist's famous lines in "The Garden of Crossed Paths", the sorcerer swiped his fingertips, revealing a mottled starry sky in front of Drow:

"So at a point in time, there may be such a glorious Tang Empire, which has stood for thousands of years, spreading civilization and glory, and making its people live prouder than the people of the Lighthouse Country. Perhaps at that point in time, the tall, strong, black-skinned, white-haired handsome guy in front of me was a black, thin, short young man. Perhaps, at another point in time, you, as a pawn, should have died in the dirty political struggles of your country, and can only pin your hatred and regret on your only brother in the world. ”

Immediately, the immortal warlock wiped the starry sky into invisibility like wiping away the floating ash on the table: "And in this time and space where Wei is located, because of the gradual approach of two unrelated time and space, you left that closed and boring world, and came to this place where I don't know if it will be closed in time and space in the future, or completely open like the backyard of the Red Man." ”

After saying this string of words, the immortal warlock flipped his hand, took out a purple clay pot with a handle from his sleeve bag, and poured himself a cup of throat tea. Blowing the tea buds floating in the cup like small needles, the fairy warlock glanced at the spy who was already dizzy:

"The infinite possibilities of time and space are your greatest experience right now. ”

Handing another cup of tea to Drow, the Immortal Warlock added, "In other words, little brother, you have crossed over, welcome to the Plane Adventurers, and become one of us—although, with neither a diploma nor a rank, you have no license to receive." ”

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Being forced to become a time traveler uprooted from their homeland is not a pleasant experience for most people.

The unlucky lich who was dealt with by Wei Ye probably belongs to the representative of this kind of ordinary people. Although he was very fortunate to obtain the high-level lich template, directly mastered the magic of the legendary mage, and gained the allegiance of a large number of high-level monsters. But a dead house is a dead house, and the essence of the soul will not be improved much because of the lich template, as long as a little trick is used, that guy will have an instant mental breakdown and take the initiative to blow himself up.

Compared with that kind of person, a soldier like Drow who has experienced life and death is a rough stone that is more suitable for polishing.

If there is any dissatisfaction, there is probably only one: "Drow, I admit that black skin and white hair are a very fashionable setting, but your name will really mislead my peers, thinking that I really hired a drow spirit from the dark region as an assistant!"