Chapter 35 The Traveler in the Painting and Two Thousand Years of Innocence
Farrell had been sizing up this young man with gray hair who was carrying a large wooden box on his back.
He must be young, and the gray hair on his head seems to be a message to Farrell, a vague feeling of vicissitudes of life.
The mad knight is sober most of the time, and he only knows that he needs to be crazy at certain times.
What kind of experience does it take for someone at such an age to experience things that are definitely not what they should experience at this age?
At the small river beach, Momo picked up some dry branches and made a simple fire. Then he scooped up some river water and burned it directly with a small kettle used for survival in the wild.
His shoes are very old, probably from walking a lot.
"Eat something?" Momo opened her backpack and took out two rice dumplings from it, "This was given to me by an uncle passing by a farmer's house to eat on the way. It tastes pretty good...Zongzi, you know, they are delicious...
eat!good!good!”
He uncovered the leaves on the rice dumpling and made a delicious gesture. Then he placed the untied rice dumpling in front of Farrell, then he folded some branches and used them as chopsticks, and ate them in small bites.
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Farrell just glanced at it and did not take action.
The loose foreign texts are obviously not very useful... The young Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain couldn't help showing some embarrassment on his face.
Mo Mo didn't seem to have a very effective way to communicate with the foreign uncle. As a Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, he quickly came up with his unique skills.
Another bag...a cloth bag, opened slowly.
Farrell couldn't help but frown at this time. He could feel that this cloth bag contained a lot of... spirits.
At this moment, Mo Mo opened the small cloth bag, and something seemed to rush out from inside. However, Mo Mo quickly stretched out his finger to draw something in front of him, and then pointed forward.
He quickly tied the bag, then looked at Farrell and smiled slightly: "Okay, you should be able to talk now."
Although he is not very proficient, except for the accent, it is a language that Farrell can understand.
Farrell looked at the young man named Momo in surprise and asked curiously: "How did you do it?"
"How do you do it..." Mo Mo thought for a while and said: "This is a bit complicated to say. Generally speaking... it's just a professional skill or something? I'm a ghost hunter... oh, an exorcist, I have some
After the soul is possessed by them, they can use some of their abilities in life. For example, language and so on. It just so happens that the soul of a foreigner is on hand."
"The Exorcist?" Farrell muttered.
Mo Mo smiled casually and said: "You can think of people like me as magicians, liars...jugglers, and so on. If you believe in ghosts, there will be them, but if you don't believe them, they won't exist. People who have ghosts in their hearts will look like everything.
It’s the underworld.”
"Are you traveling?" Farrell suddenly asked.
This is a very calm young man, and Farrell can't think of anything for a while.
This mysterious exorcist young man has no arrogance that can provoke people to fight. Sitting here, he is like one of the many stones in the small river beach, completely integrated with this place.
If there wasn't someone like me here who didn't fit the style of painting... the narration of him carrying a wooden box and sitting by the firewood would be more like a painting.
A painting called The Traveler.
"Looking for things, and also looking for people." Momo slowly chewed the food in her mouth, looking at Higurashi with empty eyes, "Are you also out to look for things?"
"How do you know I'm looking for something?" Farrell tilted his head.
"It's just polite words." Mo Mo smiled and said, "Isn't it all like this, opening remarks, topic creation, etc. Just asking casually."
"I'm definitely looking for someone," Farrell said abruptly.
"That's it." Momo nodded, not intending to ask further questions... He immediately glanced at the rice dumplings that Farrell had not touched, and then said: "Eat it, if you don't eat the ants or something, they will crawl over.
There are quite a lot of bugs in this place.”
"You don't ask me who I'm looking for?" Farrell continued to ask.
"It's not a good idea to ask." Mo Mo shook her head and said, "This is your vagina. I have no interest in exploring other people's vagina... Do you really not want to eat it?"
It's certain that even if it's not loose foreign language, it's no longer possible to communicate... Britain's mad knight still returns to his original intention and plans to communicate with the other party in his own way.
He stretched out his palm towards the firewood, and Momo looked at his move strangely.
Farrell suddenly clenched his fist.
In an instant, countless roaring evil spirits seemed to emerge from all around, and a sinister wind blew up all around. In Momo's sight, Farrell's body was like a black quagmire that had swallowed up countless evil spirits.
There is a terrifying monster that is about to crawl out of this turbid quagmire.
The young Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain opened his mouth slightly at this moment, then suddenly trembled, and immediately took back the two big rice dumplings.
Then he completed a seal with one hand.
Farrell's eyes, like those of a ferocious beast, had been directly locked on Momo's body, and his fist followed suit... However, at this time, the seal-formed palm of the young master from Longhu Mountain moved like lightning.
Swing by.
A stream of light flashed and disappeared directly into the forehead of the mad knight.
Farrell stopped moving.
His fists were still waving, but he just sat still.
The surging dark wind, like a terrifying monster crawling out of the quagmire, gradually disappeared... The swaying firewood light returned to calmness again.
Momo took out her rice dumplings again, placed one in front of Farrell, and ate the unfinished one.
The firewood occasionally made a crackling sound, the dusk gradually faded, and the crescent moon began to rise.
He once again transformed into the person in the landscape painting of The Traveler, except that there was an extra Farrell in the painting, sitting still and shaking his fist.
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Snapped!
The sound of firewood burning again.
Farrell slowly opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, put down his fist, looked at Momo while hesitating, frowned and said, "Why don't you take action while I'm distracted?"
"You and I have no grievances, so why should I take action?"
Momo had finished eating his rice dumplings, and was lying next to the wooden box with his hands on his head and his legs crossed, looking at the bright moon in the sky leisurely, "Besides, I'm afraid that if I make a sudden move, I'll be beaten up by you.
Dun...it is very dangerous to disturb a tiger's sleep."
"What was that just now?" Farrell thought for a moment and asked.
Mo Mo said casually: "The Qingxin Curse is a Taoist spell that can make people sleep well...magic and the like. I often use it on myself when I have insomnia, and it is more effective than sleeping pills. But it is still not as good as drinking. Alcohol can
intoxicating."
With that said, Momo took out a small wine bottle, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, then threw it to Farrell.
"I did have a good sleep." Farrell took the flask, but did not drink from it. He just said calmly: "A hundred years ago."
Mo Mo was startled, looked at Farrell with some surprise, then smiled and said: "Uncle, you take good care of yourself. You haven't slept in a hundred years, and you don't have any dark circles."
"This battle, from now on." Farrell said suddenly.
Momo just chuckled like a wry smile, then stretched out his hand and waved it casually in the night... But after a moment, a golden spell appeared out of thin air in the night, and then slowly floated to Fa Lei
in front of you.
"It can be used three times." Mo Mo said calmly: "When you can't sleep, just stick it on your head."
Farrell took it, was silent for a moment, and then said calmly: "Why help me?"
"Things like us, those who travel around the world, talk about fate." Mo Mo smiled and said, "Meeting each other is fate... just think of it as forming a good relationship."
"Thanks."
There is a lingering sound.
When Momo looked over again, Farrell had disappeared.
As for when he left, Mo Mo couldn't figure it out accurately, "He was really a dangerous uncle... Damn it, my wine!"
Apart from the uncle, what was missing was also his wine bottle.
"What a loss, what a loss!"
Momo screamed in pain, then sighed... shook her head, looked at the moonlight, then got up, and then opened the big wooden box.
Inside was a young man with a jade-like complexion who seemed to be sleeping.
Momo fetched some water from the river, then took out a towel and moistened it, and then began to gently wipe the boy's cheek, saying softly: "Come out to bask in the moonlight, Zhan'er..."
The night is vast.
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Tu Kai drove the car by himself... At this time, apart from Yan Xiaoxi, Mr. Gareth and his knight subordinates, there was only the body of the white tiger tribesman whose identity was confirmed.
"Is this gentleman also from your administration?" Mr. Gareth asked as he looked at the young man Tukai.
"He is my senior brother, Tukai." Yan Xiaoxi said calmly: "But he is not affiliated with the Shenzhou Administration...my senior brother is a Sanren."
"But it is very suitable for this operation." Mr. Gareth chuckled, "Your senior brother can avoid the sight of many people."
Yan Xiaoxi didn't speak, but his face didn't look good.
Huang Quan is one of the leaders of the action team within the Administration, but he acts privately under the umbrella of the Administration... This makes Yan Xiaoxi have to take a closer look at the situation within the Administration.
The reason why it was proposed to recruit a group of people from various demon clans to join the Administration every ten years was for the purpose of being inclusive. Over the years, many demon clans who are willing to be loyal have indeed been recruited, and the results have been extraordinary.
But the disadvantages have also been exposed.
What even made Yan Xiaoxi sit on pins and needles was the appearance of Gongsun Shiyu...could it be that Xuanyuan Palace had infiltrated the Shenzhou Administration Bureau this time?
He was not sure, it was a fog in front of him, especially besides the imperial power of the White Tiger clan, how many "outsiders" were lurking in the administration?
"What are you going to do?" Mr. Gareth asked suddenly: "Go back now and clean it up?"
Yan Xiaoxi thought for a moment and said, "No, I don't plan to go back yet."
"not going back?"
Yan Xiaoxi nodded and said: "This time I pretend to be with you, and at the same time, someone will use my identity to replace me in commanding things in the city... This is just right, I can separate myself and look at everything more comprehensively." occur."
"Are you planning to..." Mr. Gareth seemed to have thought of something.
Yan Xiaoxi said calmly: "From now on, I will be your knight servant...Mr. Gareth."
"What a mess..." Mr. Gareth couldn't help but laugh bitterly, "Don't forget, the man named Gongsun Shiyu knew that you were pretending to be cross-dressing."
"It doesn't matter." Yan Xiaoxi said calmly: "True or false, just enough to confuse the enemy... Let the other party guess whether I have changed back."
At this time, the young man Tukai who was driving in front looked back, smiled, blinked and said, "Me too, please give me some advice!"
"……You're welcome."
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"...A lot of things seem to have happened today?"
When Fire Cloud Evil God returned to the command center of the administration, the building was cleaning up the scene after the explosion.
"Lord Huoyun, you are finally back!"
Several agents who stayed at the scene to direct the aftermath stepped forward one after another...the backbone, this is the real backbone of the administration.
"What happened here?" Fire Cloud Evil God frowned and asked.
The cause and effect were explained again.
"The envoy surrounding the Knight Agency?" Huoyun Evil God immediately shook his head: "I asked Yan Xiaoxi, the idiot, to withdraw immediately... What is this? It's just ridiculous!"
Everyone was silent... They had never seen Advisor Huo Yun be so angry.
"Bring Yan Xiaoxi back to me immediately!" Fire Cloud Evil God snorted coldly at this time: "After you bring him back, lock him up directly for me to reflect on him!"
"Is this...is this too heavy? Besides, the summit meeting will begin in more than ten hours. At this time..."
"I am the person in charge of this meeting." Fire Cloud Evil God said calmly: "From now on, I will handle all matters. Send me a letter of apology to the mission of the Knight Agency, and also summon all team leaders and above I want to have a meeting with someone of the same level as me in the conference room. There is no overtime pay!”
"...I know, I know!"
As expected of Section Chief Yan’s master, they are indeed in the same vein when it comes to not paying overtime pay!
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Fengdu, also known as the "Secret Capital", for tourists, is home to the legend of gods and ghosts that have existed in China for thousands of years.
The local government also uses legends as resources to vigorously develop scenic spots throughout Fengdu City.
But if tourists really want to experience the real scenery of [ghost town], it is said that they have to wait until night, and when there is bad luck.
Of course, these are just some of the opinions of tour guides.
Even at night, Fengdu City is still brightly lit... except for the various palaces that are tourist attractions.
The night, the mountains, and the shallow mist have hidden half of these ancient buildings, and then the awe in people's hearts has hidden the other half, making this place extremely peaceful.
As the moon rose, a stream landed silently on the stairs of the [Ghost Kingdom Shrine], and then slowly climbed up.
The true dragon of China had just passed through the gate of the [Ghost Kingdom Shrine], and the originally dark mountain suddenly became brightly lit.
Starting from this, red and green lights climb up the mountain. On the ancient streets, various wandering souls walk back and forth... They come from different dynasties and histories, but now they are integrated harmoniously into this place.
In a mysterious ghost town.
The power of a true dragon can ward off all evil. She walks in the ghost city. If she does not restrain this power, the ghosts and spirits along the way will be directly dispersed and disappear into thin air.
Just be more careful.
Long Xiruo frowned and walked directly towards the city lord's palace in the ghost city... Because of the concealment method, the ghosts traveling back and forth only thought that she was a new kid in the ghost city, and there were not many
concerned.
“Yangchun noodles! Delicious Yangchun noodles!”
"Candied haws on ice, sugar figures, sugar paintings! Paintings!"
"See clearly, this is a real chest with broken stones! The chest contains mountains and rivers, and a broken life!"
It's like going back to ancient times.
But there are also guys wearing trendy clothes and shops with bright neon lights.
"This is Roland! The latest handsome boy born every three thousand years that our store has recovered... Miss, do you want to come in and play? We have all kinds of boys here!"
"When did you actually open a duck shop..."
The real dragon from China stopped in front of a particularly eye-catching store.
In the window in front of the store, there were two male models with well-defined muscles standing in black tight-fitting briefs.
"Miss! Is this your first time here? Come in and spend some time and I'll break your bones!"
Looking at the guy in front of him who was wearing a suit with money patterns embroidered on it and rubbing his hands, the real dragon from China snorted lightly with a look of disdain.
"Don't you like these? We also have a few [faceless ghosts] here who can provide special services! We can tailor-make a suitable style for you. As long as you want, no matter what type, we can satisfy it, and it will definitely
I can let you do whatever you want!"
"Definitely, customized model?"
The real dragon in China couldn't help but swallow quietly, and someone's face suddenly flashed in his mind... and he took a step forward subconsciously.
Just as he took a step forward, the true dragon from China instantly turned around and left with his supreme determination.
Bah! How can you go to a duck shop when you are a real dragon from China?
"Bah, you damn poor guy! Why come here if you don't have money!" The man with money patterns printed on his suit suddenly cursed twice from behind.
The true dragon in China, hehe, the true dragon power in his body was about to leak out. But at this moment, Long Xiruo couldn't move his eyes away, and he stood dumbfounded.
"I'll go to... what kind of store is this? Can it really be customized?"
The True Dragon of China stared blankly at a figure in front of the duck shop's cabinet... and it turned out to be the appearance of the person who flashed in her mind.
She opened her mouth, feeling that this was very scary... She walked up to this figure subconsciously, reached out to pinch the other person's cheek, and said incredulously: "How did you do it? You can actually read my
Thought!?"
"Miss Long, I did not read your thoughts."
"Ha... You are pretending to be very similar, and you even have the same look and tone!" The real dragon from China snorted coldly, and then his expression suddenly changed.
Because she soon discovered something... Except for herself, none of the male models or managers in front of the duck shop seemed to have seen all this happen.
"You, you, you...is it really you?!!"
"Good evening, Miss Long."
The real dragon from China suddenly took a breath of cold air, and then his scalp felt numb, "You...don't get me wrong, I didn't visit the duck shop..."
"Ms. Long did not go in, she was just lingering in front of the door...it's okay."
The true dragon in China couldn't help but his eyes darkened.
It’s over… I’ve been innocent for more than two thousand years!
