Chapter 211 Every time I look at the picture, it's a flick
In a blink of an eye, I have returned to the virtual space, but my identity has changed. I am no longer a 'brother', but I have been demoted in a generation in the blink of an eye.
"Go, young man." Wu Xia said.
There has long been a light door waiting in the virtual space, and there is a faint blue light emitting around the door, which is indescribably weird.
"Where are you going? Do you have any missions?" Su Yang looked businesslike.
The martial artist's two ridiculous tentacles were still waving by his head and said: "The passionate swordsman has the ruthless sword."
Su Yang was stunned and asked unexpectedly: "How could it be there?" According to his own guess, since the main plot of the Qinglong Society has surfaced, he should quickly cut the knot and enter the dungeon related to the Qinglong Society again to deal with the problem of the Qinglong Society as soon as possible.
Or go to Jin Yong's world and return with a few peerless magical skills, or even go to the already unstable Wen Ruian world to reconcile martial arts elements, but I didn't expect to go into this seemingly unrelated plot of Xiao Li's flying knives.
"This plot dungeon is one of the must-pass dungeons. You have to go there no matter what. The plot is too long and may take more than one time to complete, so I will send you to complete part of it this time."
Wu Xia said: "And there are relatively few conspiracies in this plot. I'll send you there, it's considered a vacation."
"Vacation?" Su Yang hummed twice: "It's not that simple."
A mysterious smile appeared on Wuxia's face: "Based on the analysis of the underlying rules, I came to the conclusion that Li Xunhuan's unlucky index is quite high. If you become a good friend with him, although you can live a safe life without any danger, your life will definitely be worse."
It's cruel, but if you choose to become his enemy, I don't need to tell you the outcome."
Su Yang pondered for a moment, going through the original plot in his mind. He nodded and walked towards the light door. As he walked, he smiled without looking back: "You still don't know much about my past."
"What's the meaning?"
"You should investigate what weapons I used when I didn't know how to do martial arts."
"What weapon?" Wuxia asked curiously, and the two tentacles scratched the bare-faced head in coordination, a bit like Ikkyu.
"I have been able to use bricks skillfully since I was twelve years old." Su Yang stopped in front of the light door and turned around with a bright smile: "You said that a person who is used to using bricks will make his life miserable.
Cruel?"
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The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board and treating all living beings as fish and meat.
Thousands of miles of flying snow turns the sky into a furnace and melts everything into silver.
The snow was about to settle, the wind was still uncertain, and a carriage came from the north. The rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, but they could not crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.
Some people say that this paragraph will definitely be included in future Chinese textbooks. Su Yang used to agree with it, but now his only thought is to scold his mother.
If anyone thinks this is beautiful, please come and experience it for yourself.
Because he didn't see the carriage at all, he was walking in the snow wearing only a single coat. The howling cold wind was more piercing than a knife. Maybe this scene looked beautiful, maybe people like A Fei would
She enjoyed suffering in the snow, but Su Yang didn't want to.
Life is short and full of countless beliefs and pain that cannot be expressed in words, so why bother to torture yourself?
Why not let yourself live a happier life?
A small wooden man showed half his face out of the snow, as if he was laughing at the poor guy Su Yang.
Su Yang bent down and picked up the wooden man. The outlines and lines of the wooden man seemed so soft and graceful, and it seemed like he was alive, and even seemed to have a soul.
An invincible hand cannot touch the face of my lover.
Isn't he sick?
Su Yang sneered. If he fell in love with a girl, and Bai Yujing came to tell him how much he loved her with a bitter look on his face, the only thing he had to do was to hit her with a brick.
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Fortunately, Bai Yujing can't do this kind of thing, moaning for no reason in the name of love.
But what he has to do now is not to find a brick to shoot Li Xunhuan or Long Xiaoyun, but to run for his life as quickly as possible.
There is a rumor in this world about the love story between Kuai Jian Xiao Su and the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.
Kuai Jian Xiao Su is not only beautiful in person, but even more beautiful in bed skills. The female Bodhisattva of Great Joy has fallen deeply in love with this young hero whom she has never met before.
This female man, who is several times fatter than ten fat pigs put together, has a very direct attitude towards love. She sent her master disciples to capture this newly rising first-class master and enrich her harem, and she has already
A great joy order was issued, and anyone who could capture Kuai Jian Xiao Su alive could choose a female disciple from her and take away 50,000 taels of gold.
Everyone knows that although the Great Joy Bodhisattva is not a woman, the female disciples she sits on are all stunningly beautiful. What’s more, she also has 50,000 taels of gold?
Although he was being chased from behind, Su Yang was still a little complacent in his heart. It is not a shameful thing for a man to be praised for these two things, but I don't know which bastard passed it on?
"How about I give myself to her?" Su Yang sucked in the heavy snot that was about to flow out, and secretly thought that instead of benefiting others from this kind of good thing, it would be better to earn it himself.
Two looming ruts finally appeared in the snow ahead, and were quickly covered up by the wind and snow.
Su Yang took a deep breath, filling his mouth with wind and snow, then roared, jumped up from the knee-deep snow, and ran wildly in the direction of the car's retreat.
Pieces of snowflakes were crushed under the feet. Su Yang moved forward quickly on the snow, but did not leave a trace of footprints behind him.
A thousand miles away, you have reached the state of leaving no trace on the snow.
Then he saw a person, a young man.
This man was neither carrying an umbrella nor wearing a hat. He was only wearing very thin clothes because of the melted ice and snow.
But unlike Su Yang, his back was still straight, and his body seemed to be made of iron. In the wind and snow, he did not use Qinggong, but slowly walked forward step by step, although he was walking slowly.
It's very slow, but it gives people the feeling that he will never stop before reaching his destination, as if ice, snow, cold, fatigue, fatigue, and hunger can't make him succumb.
When passing by him, Su Yang turned back and glanced at his face.
His eyebrows are thick, his eyes are big, his thin lips are tightly pressed into a line, and his straight nose makes his face look thinner.
A thin iron piece hung on his waist, like a sword, but there was no scabbard.
But he didn't look at Su Yang at all, and looked straight at the road ahead, as if this guy with the skill of walking on snow without leaving a trace could not catch his eye at all.
"Hello, A Fei, goodbye A Fei!" Su Yang laughed and shouted, running past him without stopping at all, and disappeared in the blizzard in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and finally stopped. He stood in the wind and snow, looking at the direction in which Su Yang was going, with a slight confusion gradually appearing in his eyes.
Su Yang was not confused at all. Not only was he not confused, he was also very happy.
Only a fool would walk slowly in the snow with him. He would take a car, a big car, one that is warm and comfortable in the carriage, pulled by several horses, and as stable as a bed.
The big car is right in front of you.
Su Yang lowered his head, but he gathered his energy, silently quickened his steps, and rushed past the cart.
"What a beautiful Qinggong." A middle-aged man's voice came from the cart. The voice was not loud, but across the cart and in the snowstorm, it was as clear as if it was ringing in Su Yang's ears.
So the beautiful Su Yang stopped, stood in the snow, and looked at the cart silently.
The big man driving the carriage immediately shouted, reined in the carriage and horses, and then turned around and opened the curtain. The man's face was covered with curly moustache, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, but when his eyes moved inside the car, they immediately softened.
, and full of loyal sympathy, just like a vicious dog looking at his master.
There was a man sitting in the car, a man who was no longer young.
The corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and every wrinkle was full of sorrow and misfortune in his life. Only his eyes were young.
These are a pair of strange eyes, which seem to be green, like willow branches blown by the wind on the lips, gentle and flexible, and like the sea water under the summer sun, full of pleasant vitality.
But what Su Yang paid attention to was the big car.
This is indeed a very warm cart. It is covered with thick velvet blankets and a small copper charcoal stove. It is pulled by four groups of horses. With this big man driving the cart, even if he falls asleep in it, he will not sleep.
Awakened by a jolt.
The person inside is of course Li Xunhuan.
There is no need to describe who Li Xunhuan is. For this person, at least for his flying knife, any redundant description is an insult.
Li Xunhuan seemed to have a smile in his eyes and said, "Get in the car and I'll give you a ride."
His words were always very simple and powerful. In this endless world of ice and snow, his proposal was something that no one could refuse. This was what Su Yang hoped for.
But Su Yang remained silent. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Xunhuan carefully, as if he didn't hear anyone talking at all.
Li Xunhuan asked: "Are you deaf?"
Su Yang shook his head and said: "I'm not deaf, I'm reading your fortune."
Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "Oh? Why are you reading your face?" He didn't ask you what you saw, but why you read your face, because he also knew very well that since this young man told him that he was reading your face,
He will definitely say what he saw.
Su Yang said: "Because I really want to ride in your big car, but I don't want to sit in vain, so I can give you a discount by reading your fortune."
"Since you want to sit down, why don't you come up?" Li Xunhuan glanced at the wine gourd on Su Yang's waist and said with a smile, "I also have good wine here, you might as well come up and drink while reading my fortune."
Su Yang shook his head and said, "I'd better tell you the results I saw first to avoid any inaccuracies. I don't like to be in debt to others."
"Yes, the favor account is indeed the most troublesome one." Li Xunhuan's smile was slightly bitter. It seemed that he knew what it felt like to owe a favor.
Speaking of fortune telling, many people in this life have seen his fortune. Except for those charlatans, people who really know how to read fortunes almost all have the same two conclusions.
But he had a feeling that this young man should be able to tell something different. (To be continued.)
