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Chapter 699 NO.70 Still Different
Maybe I just have a gravitational attraction with weirdos, or maybe the protagonist of a story that can be passed down through the ages must be far from ordinary...

Homa looked at the plump-hoofed man who crawled back to the shore like a normal person, and couldn't help thinking like this.

It was clear that he was pushed down the river, but he didn't say a single word to him after he came up, but he took off his soaked clothes and trousers without avoiding suspicion, and even took off his cloth boots and slammed them on the stone. on the block.

If he wanted to dehydrate it, this operation would be too rough, which made him think about which dynasty this was in the so-called Great Yan history.

In terms of local reality... Well, he didn't think about the origin of this festival either.

Although it is not ruled out that he has seen it in some miscellaneous webpages and books, but at the moment when the chip function is temporarily disabled, his passivity of "extensive knowledge and memorization" is gloomy.

But even so, he was still able to raise his hand and make a flame with a relatively normal color appear in midair.

He can still respond normally to the magic power he refined and accumulated while he was a human, and to the demonic power he has developed and specialized as a demon.

Even the monster cards in his pocket are emitting steady fluctuations.

It was also at this moment that the man with the plump hooves who was already slapping the tightly rolled up clothes with his arms really showed the reaction that an ancient person should have - he was completely startled, and then looked at Omer with a bit of surprise and awe. .

"Ah, it turns out you are really a heavenly master..."

"So?" Omer noticed his words, "How did you guess that?"

Although he is a little strange and puzzled by the Dongyan-style ancient name of "Tianshi", he cares more about the information exposed by his words and deeds in the eyes of the "locals".

And this question also caused a confused look on the other person's face: "Did you seriously ask?"

Then, the man's face changed again: "Could it be that you are a fairy living on the mountain?"

The quick thinking reaction is like a conditioned reflex developed in the face of a long-standing threat... Amo thought so, and asked again:
"What did the gods on the mountain say?"

"Aren't you from the mountains?"

"I come from Longmen."

"Longmen? I've only heard of Yumen, but that's far away."

"It's also a very far place, but compared to this, you haven't answered my initial question."

"Question? Oh, ask me why I know you are a celestial master, right?"

"Extremely curious." Omer nodded, thinking about whether there is a special way of perception in this script world, or imprinted on the client that can only be perceived by some NPC.

The distinction among them can often make a fuss.

But the other party gave him an unexpected answer:

"Move, move, the scholars here don't hold their left hands and right hands when saluting, as if they want to hide their thumbs, that's what your celestial masters do!"

It turned out to be a difference in etiquette. Ordinary people’s bowing and Taoist’s bowing are two categories... This made Aomo, who had thought about it before and specially restored the etiquette described in the "Three Extremes of Evil Qi Secret Yun" to greet him, remembered more ancient early memory.

About those Taoist test papers in the subject of energy and energy.

He had also considered whether to major in Dongyan Yuanneng, although he didn't know much about it, and it took him a few seconds to think about a lot of content.

"...Walking the yin and embracing the yang?"

"Yes! Yes, you guys say that."

"That's it...thank you for clearing up the confusion."

Somewhat melancholy, he found that this was purely a gap in his own common sense, rather than a stage rule that could be exploited. Amo turned his head and stopped looking at the man in the underpants: "So there are still gods living on the nearby mountains?"

"What do you want to do? I advise you not to think about going up the mountain! The gods on the mountain are very irritable. It is said that this river was created by them."

"..." Omo heard this and said dryly, "That's really scary."

He looked at the river ditch that was three to four meters wide, but not long enough. He compared it a little in his mind, and felt that his grasping light beam could also do it.

If you use Renlong's cards, it will probably be easier.

But his heart is really heavy.

Long ago, when the uneasiness of being disconnected from the outside world was still there, but he found that the firepower reserve was stable enough—he was a little uneasy instead.

no limit……

It's just that the special power of monster cards is difficult to be restrained by routine, but devices that can suppress magic power and demon power can be purchased in online stores, and this is usually one of the must-have facilities in those experience stores.

This is important, especially if you don't even have a moderator for this role-playing interaction.

With a host, you can battle wits and courage with the unruly people, but without a host...

'If it can be done, it must be a hidden method!How can you say I cheated! ? 'Thus games without a moderator usually have larger, thicker, more detailed rule books.

Unless the design team lacks common sense and does not refer to peers or listen to persuasion-this kind of team Omer has only heard of others.

After all, the analog imaging industry has declined these days, and there are not many new entrants. Those who are still persisting must have two brushes.

Never make such a low-level mistake.

It is true that the production team mentioned by Ms. Chanmaru before are all time travellers, and it is possible that people from other worlds do not have the 'scruples' and 'professionalism' of the locals, but when you think of the so-called land of Terra, there is no lack of Dangerous, especially for so-called 'gods'.

According to the information collected on the forum, there are many gods worshiped in the land called Terra, but only in the land called 'Yan', a special organization for 'God' was once established.

Nowadays, the official name for 'god' in that land is "behemoth", and there is also "megasology" that specializes in studying this group of people.

When other lands were still worshiping, 'Yan' had deconstructed the existence of the so-called gods, and the price was that Dayan no longer had a real god.

Only the "fragments" and "obsession" of God are still wandering around as proof of the great achievements achieved in the bloody drift.

The danger of giant beasts is unquestionable, and the gods who once lived in the land of Great Flame were killed or expelled, so that only one "shard" left on the surface is still active.

Miss Xi and Miss Nian are both one of them.

This is not important, the important thing is—there are only her (him) remaining giant beasts on the bright side, does that mean that all the 'immortals' of Dayan cannot get along with people?
Maybe not... Omer thought.

A human army's crusade against the gods is itself a confrontation between two camps.
Perhaps some of them are friendly to human beings, but they are limited by their positions and the attitude of their compatriots, so it is difficult to leave behind.

Such a possibility is certainly worth preserving, but he is also a somewhat 'pessimistic' person as long as it does not involve subjective thoughts.

Maybe there will be a "good god" in it, but he will first consider the premise of meeting the "evil god".

But compared to these, he turned to look at the man who spread out his clothes and waved against the flames, and asked: "First...brother, may I ask what you call me?"

Then he attracted suspicious eyes from the other party.

"Are you a heavenly master or a scholar? Why are you still talking about Xiongtai?"

"It's all possible." Omer doesn't care about this. It is his sincerity to follow the Romans, but if the sincerity is not in place, there is nothing to do.

After all, the test paper really doesn't test how Taoists call people.

And this also made the man with horns look even weirder.

"So casual? Then shall I call you Scholar Tian?"

These words sounded a bit like Bize's mental retardation, and once again brought back the feeling at the beginning of the chapter, that someone seems to be absent, but also seems to be there at any time.

"There's nothing wrong with it, so what's your name?"

"Cowherd."

"...that doesn't sound like a name."

"The old man said that a humble name is easy to support."

"..."

He vaguely seems to have heard Dong Yan talk about this kind of truth, but compared to this, his vision is more on the ink painting scenery beside him.

In the sky between the clouds and forests, there are Dongyan characters that have just appeared, and will appear in the clouds.

[Weitian has Han, and prison also has light.

The Weaver Girl stands on her knees, sleeping seven-fold all day long.

Although Qixiang is not a newspaper.

Huan He pulls the ox, don't take the box]

Some kind of reminder?
Omo guessed, then looked at the Cowherd who was already putting on his clothes, and asked: "May I ask what happened to the gods on the mountain recently..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the thunder, subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky, and saw that the swirling white cloud was turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was even a faint sharp light flashing away.

"Here! That's right, I'm just saying I'm old and irritable.

　Finally, there are the words and sentences in "The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Dadong". The records about the Weaver Girl and the Altair constellation are considered to be the original version of the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

　　It’s just complaining that Vega doesn’t weave and Altair doesn’t drive a car—they were put together purely to satirize the nobles of the Western Zhou Dynasty for not doing anything.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)