"Positive energy, we need positive energy! Lots of positive energy!"
The sonorous and powerful voice of the martial arts old man echoed in the virtual space. Su Yang almost couldn't help but ask him: Are you just back from a meeting in the capital?
Obviously this is impossible, but the tone of the martial arts old man is quite urgent.
The Jedi dungeon has been formed, and if you want to reverse it, just relying on the executor, that is, Su Yang's hard work in Wen Ruian's world dungeon is not enough, and it is also extremely difficult. The solution proposed by the martial arts old man is to cultivate both internal and external forces, and go hand in hand.
On the one hand, we maintain a balance in Wen Ruian's world and try to slow down the spread of negative martial arts factors, but the most important thing is to strengthen the positive martial arts factors in other worlds.
The voice of the martial arts old man echoed in the space, like a fanatical war fighter.
"Wait until other martial arts worlds become harmonious societies, with a lot of positive energy, suppressing the negative energy of the Jedi copy, and then you can enter the real Jedi copy, kill everyone, and fundamentally solve the problem!"
Su Yang wanted to kiss his face even more.
Wuxia was completely unaware and continued: "To be specific, the so-called positive martial arts factors have no conflict with what you have done before. To sum it up in four words, it is called safeguarding justice!"
"I'm not Ultraman." Su Yang said.
"But the little monster must die, so even if you are not Ultraman, you can easily kill the little monster." After Wuxia finished speaking, he paused and added: "And the little monster loses equipment."
"What if the little monster is not a little monster?" Su Yang asked.
"The little monster is not a little monster, what could it be?" the old martial arts man asked.
"Maybe I saw a small tail, and after pulling it out of the hole by the tail, I found that it was not a little monster at all, but a dragon." Su Yang said: "A big dragon, big
The blue dragon, even if I am Ultraman, I will not be able to withstand the bite of this big blue dragon. If I am bitten to death, who will deal with those little monsters in the future?"
The old martial arts man burst out laughing so loudly that the entire martial arts space seemed to be trembling.
"You are really a smart guy." The old martial arts man said: "Yes, the so-called positive energy, the best way to obtain it, in the ancient dragon world is to deal with the Qinglong Society. Anyway, it's not like you haven't gone against them before. You
What are you afraid of?"
"It's not that I'm afraid." Su Yang shook his head and said, "There was no direct major conflict between me and the Qinglong Society before, but I hear what you mean, it seems that you want me to clearly oppose the Qinglong Society or even copy him. This
It's not the same thing at all. Once Qinglong takes me as its number one target and uses all its power to deal with me, I will immediately die and not even the scum will be left. I still have this self-awareness."
"You have to eat your food one bite at a time, and you have to walk step by step. If you take too big a step, you can easily break the egg." Su Yang concluded.
"This is not a problem. In the ancient dragon world, my settings can still play a certain role." Wuxia said: "Besides, you have forgotten your old friend. With him here, it is impossible for the Qinglong Society to put all the
All my energy is used against you."
"My old friend..." Su Yang frowned slightly and murmured: "Maybe he himself is too worried to take care of me."
"Then you have to help him even more!"
After Wu Xia finished speaking, he waved his hand casually, and a light gate with distorted light appeared in the space.
The bickering was just to adjust the mood, and he had to do what he had to do no matter what the weather. Su Yang shook his head, raised one foot and stepped into the distorted light.
Before the other foot could be lifted, Su Yang suddenly stopped, turned around and raised his fist at the old martial arts man with a smile: "Last time I saw a dent in your face, as if you were beaten. I have
I would also like to try this feeling if I have the opportunity.”
"Let's wait until you talk about Guan Qi's strength." The old martial arts man also smiled.
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly realize that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and he shut his mouth abruptly.
"It turns out that if your martial arts reaches a certain level, you can really beat you." Su Yang laughed loudly, and strode into the light with his other foot.
A ray of light flashed, and Su Yang disappeared without a trace. Only Su Yang's proud voice echoed in the huge space, "I will work hard!"
"Why did this kid trick me? Could it be that he was punched and damaged his brain core?" The old martial arts man said to himself depressedly.
When the light returned again, Su Yang found that he had arrived on a busy street.
It was different from any other time before. This was a bustling street in front of me. The large bluestone ground was big enough for five or six horses to walk abreast. There was a constant flow of pedestrians on both sides of the street. There were many wine shops and restaurants. It was almost as big as Bianjing.
The sounds of vendors shouting about business could be heard in my ears, and the smell of excitement floated in the air, but there was no hint of the plot in my heart.
Su Yang couldn't help but shook his head and laughed to himself. He was busy talking nonsense with the old man and forgot to ask about the real thing. He didn't know which dungeon this was.
But there is no need to worry, his most powerful ability now is not martial arts, but attracting and causing trouble.
Wherever you are, trouble will appear, and you can't hide from it.
He was holding his sword sideways and wandering casually on the street with his hands behind his back. The sun was shining brightly, and it was warm and drowsy on his body.
Su Yang felt that if he were given a chair or rode on a horse at this time, he would be most relaxed and he might even fall asleep.
If you fall asleep or are just distracted, your martial arts will definitely be compromised.
Some people think that night is when people’s defenses are weakest, but this is not the case.
Most of the men in the world are night owls, and the blood in their veins surges most violently in the middle of the night.
If you don't believe it, go to a tavern, a casino, or a brothel and see the red-faced, passionate men who can draw swords and kill people if they disagree with you.
After a night of indulgence, the next day, especially noon, is the most difficult time for them to lift their spirits.
Therefore, people who really know how to assassinate, and those who want to assassinate masters, will definitely choose noon.
It’s noon when the sun is shining brightly in the sky.
Is there going to be an assassination on this busy street?
But how could an assassination be carried out in broad daylight on a grand street? It was simply too easy to be exposed.
A true assassination master will definitely choose the place you think is least likely to assassinate.
Assassination is an interesting art. It allows a weak person whose martial arts skills are inferior to his opponent's to defeat someone whose martial arts skills are much higher than his own through speculation on people's psychology, observation of living habits, and the use of various factors such as terrain and time.
Once the killer takes action, you must be at your weakest. Therefore, although the killer's martial arts may not be very high, their success rate in killing is the highest. And every killer is a master who knows how to play with people's hearts.
This is a very interesting profession. Su Yang sometimes thought that he could actually be a killer.
The sun was getting higher and higher, and the sunlight seemed a bit dazzling. Su Yang put a pergola over his eyes with his hands and looked over from a distance. There was a large restaurant on the street in front of him.
The name of the restaurant is very vulgar, but it is very popular with most people. The big signboard has four large gilded characters: 'Zhuangyuan Restaurant'.
Who doesn't want to win the top prize?
Moreover, there are number one scholars in all walks of life. Some are studying, some are officials, some are murderers, and some are bodyguards. Everyone wants to be the number one scholar in their own profession.
Su Yang spent twelve big bucks to buy a bowl of piping hot duck soup from the roadside. He bought the bowl as well, squatted on the roadside not far from the gold signboard of Zhuangyuan Restaurant with the bowl in hand, leaning against the wall.
, took off the wine gourd from his waist, squinted his eyes towards the sun, took a sip of soup and drank a sip of wine, looking like he was enjoying himself.
Several nearby vendors thought they had seen a madman and quietly moved their stalls farther away.
If you see a person drinking old duck soup that can burn his tongue off, and drinking old wine that can kill people, with a silly look on his face, you will also feel that you have met a madman. If the hands of a madman are
If there is a sword on top, you will definitely be able to hide faster than the vendors.
After the vendors left, there were naturally not many pedestrians on the nearby streets.
"Good go, good go, lest we get into a fight and hurt innocent people." Su Yang murmured to himself, taking another sip of porridge.
There is a layer of golden duck fat floating on the top of the old duck soup. It does not seem to have a trace of heat, but because the oil is covering it, the heat of the soup cannot escape. It is extremely hot and the tongue will be numb. If it were not for the luck.
I can't even hold a bowl with my hands, and I don't know how to take care of the guests' feelings at all. No wonder the old man's business is not doing well.
But not everyone avoided it.
Two or three feet away, there was a man standing behind the gold-lettered signboard of Zhuangyuan Tea House. The shadow of the sign happened to cover his face. It made people feel as if his face was always hidden in the shadow.
He was wearing a large blue preacher's robe, hanging loosely around his body like a large sack.
Maybe there is some weapon hidden under his loose robe? Su Yang guessed with a smile.
Ever since he came back from the last dungeon, Su Yang has often had random thoughts. Sometimes random thoughts can make people forget things that they don't have to think about, but they can't help but think about.
This kind of thing is usually not very pleasant.
His eyes continued to wander on the street and landed on the other side of the road.
There was a hawker selling water chestnuts there. The hawker was very tall, even bloated. The hawker seemed to be a little afraid of the lunatic opposite him, and did not dare to look this way.
He kept his head lowered and used a small scimitar to scrape open the water chestnuts in the basket one by one. There were already a lot of peeled water chestnuts in the basket, which were white and tender, like human flesh.
His fingers are very slender and he is very skilled in using the scimitar.
"Maybe he sometimes uses this knife to kill people. Maybe every time he kills a person, he will shave off a water chestnut." Su Yang began to think wildly again.
Diagonally opposite the Zhuangyuan Restaurant, there is a very simple wine shop that only sells wine and does not buy food.
There was only one person in the wine shop. He was short and strong. His disheveled hair was tied with a white cloth belt. There was a pole beside him. He looked like a coolie.
It is said that in some places along the coast during this era, some ronin from Japan also liked to use a long, thin, and slightly curved knife. Couldn't such a knife be just right to hide in the slightly curved knife beside him?
In the carrying pole?
Su Yang nodded, feeling that he was getting smarter and smarter.
Then he lowered his head and took a sip of the old duck soup. It was still so hot that it was almost burning to death.
The sun is dim, which always makes people like to think wildly.
At this moment, his shoulders suddenly sank, and someone slapped him in the face.
Looking back, I saw a young man who looked very lazy at first glance. He was also smiling, which made people feel even more sleepy. (To be continued.)
