Reverend Insanity: Sixtieth: The wall is broken and the martyrdom is not easy.
The night sky in early summer is beautiful.
There is no floating cloud in the sky, and the shining stars are shining with moving light.
The sandalwood tincture came out, replacing the position of Ryumaru. They sing a lyrical song in the grass, near the mountain stream and on the branches.
The little lights in the ancient moon cottage seem to be shining with the starry sky.
The green bamboo towers stand up in the night breeze. Don't have a peaceful and quiet atmosphere under the stars.
Fang Yuan is not in the cottage at this time, but sneaks into the crack of the stone gap.
He was half-kneeling on the ground, his right hand was touching the shadow wall, and a blue moonlight radiated from his palm.
On the shadow wall, the original picture has long disappeared, no different from the surrounding stone wall. If Fang Yuan didn't remember the location clearly, who would know the heritage of the strength of the flower and wine walkers hidden under this shadow wall?
In the night more than a month ago, the shadow wall changed, and the secret of the flower and wine walker suddenly appeared. On the shadow wall, the flower and wine walkers appeared to bathe in blood, threatening to leave a legacy image. Then there was a line of blood, reminding people that after breaking the shadow wall, a hole would appear. After that, the blood disappeared, and the power of the shadow on the shadow wall was completely dissipated, and the shadow wall was restored to an ordinary mountain wall.
Although he knows the heritage of the Huajiu practitioners, Fang Yuan has no time to explore this.
Because of this accident, he killed Jia Jinsheng on the spot, and was busy dealing with the scene that night. Then, in order to cope with the upcoming interrogation, carefully set up a bureau, the scope of activities has been confined to the cottage.
Until Jia Fu's departure, the family members of the school canceled the secret investigation. After more than ten days, the wind gradually disappeared, and Fang Yuan secretly returned here.
The Bronze Sea in Kongqiao is slowly descending, and Fang Yuan mobilizes a stream of true elements, which constantly poured into the moonlight maggot in the palm of his right hand.
Moonlight is exuding a soft moonlight, and the moonlight flickers slightly. Under its effect, the stone wall is continuously reduced, and a large amount of stone powder is sprinkled down.
This is Fang Yuan's subtle manipulation of Moonlight Puppet. He used this hand when calculating.
Compared to calcite, this method seems quite rough. But for breaking this thick stone wall, this method seems too gentle.
This is the sixth day in a row that Fang Yuan has used moonlight to grind this stone wall.
A pile of thick dark red stone powder has been piled on the ground.
In principle, the soil of Qingmao Mountain is all blue mud. However, the mountain soil here is strangely red, and it emits dark light.
But fortunately, with this light source, Fang Yuan didn't have to prepare a torch.
To the greatest extent possible without suspicion, Fang Yuan did not use any tools. Hammers and picks are undoubtedly more convenient for him to break through the stone wall, but in this way, the sound of the broken wall will echo in the summer night.
Whether it sounds weak or loud from the outside, Fang Yuan must eliminate these doubts.
Details often determine success or failure.
For Fang Yuan, caution is not so much a habit as a habit.
His last life was a big grin, but he soon learned a terrible lesson. It is often said that the older and less courageous a person is. In fact, it is not timid, but patience. Five hundred years of time have precipitated the word caution into his bones.
"Hoo ..." Fang Yuan took a deep breath, and Fang Yuan slowly stopped instilling Zhen Yuan.
He sat on the ground with a butt, really tired.
The whole half-height shadow wall has been polished by him three inches.
He wiped his sweat and stretched his legs while moving his shoulders. Because of squatting for a long time, a tingling sensation came from his legs.
咚咚咚.
Fang Yuan snapped his fingers and knocked on the stone wall again.
Listening to this voice, he felt a little ecstatic, knowing that the stone wall was getting thinner and thinner.
Close your eyes and soothe your nerves again, and feel the scene in Kongqiao.
Bronze Yuanhai has less than 20% left.
"Keep working hard!" Fang Yuan gritted his teeth, stretched out his right hand again, and touched the stone wall.
The blue moonlight continued to flash for a quarter of an hour, and Fang Yuan suddenly moved. He took away his right hand and was pleased to find that a small hole had been broken in the stone wall.
He immediately stood up and kicked with his feet.
Clap, the hole suddenly expands, forming the size of a bamboo basket.
Fang Yuan stepped back cautiously, feeling a dull gloom, gradually emanating from the mouth of the cave, and then permeated the secret hole.
The ventilation effect of the secret hole is not good. After thinking about it, Fang Yuan chose to drill a stone crack and returned to the outside world.
After a while, he turned around.
The feeling of sullenness in the secret hole is much relieved than before. Fang Yuan continued to widen the entrance, sometimes using the moonlight, sometimes pulling with his hands, sometimes using his feet. After a while, he finally widened the opening to the size he could easily enter.
Looking from the entrance, there is a straight, obliquely downward chant.
The tunnel is not wide at first, but it becomes more spacious as it goes down. People just got into the rush and had to bend over and bow their heads, but in the second half they were able to straighten up and walk away.
The walls of this opening are also strange terracotta, with a layer of slightly dim red light. This makes the scene in the martyr clear.
But martial arts are long and extend beyond the field of vision. Because of the angle, Fang Yuan can't see the end of martial arts.
He stood at the entrance of the cave and didn't step in immediately, but stared at his eyes and stood in place.
Inheritance of power is different from heritage.
Hidden things are the things left when a puppeteer dies. When a herder is found, he often gets everything on the body.
The inheritance of power is that before the puppet master died, he did not want his own genre to become extinct, or his descendants, or he wanted to leave a final mark in the world, etc., and set up a level to test the later ones.
Take Huajiu Walker as an example. The reason why he established this inheritance is very clear. It is to train an avenger, to avenge the ancient moon family for him!
If later people can pass these tests, they will get all kinds of benefits. The person who passes the final test means that he or she has obtained a full inheritance of power.
According to the faction division of the power inheritors, the power inheritance is naturally divided into the right way inheritance and the magic way inheritance.
The righteous inheritance is usually well-designed, which tests the moral character of later people. Those who fail midway will not have their lives worried.
The inheritance of the magic road is complicated.
People in the demon are often crazy and ruthless, or ruthless or murderous, and cannot be judged by common sense.
Some magical traditions are designed to test the mind. The mystery is so heavy that many people are trapped in their lives, thinking hard about the results.
Some of the magical traditions are as simple as a secret room, where maggots and yuanshi are placed directly.
Some magical passages are extremely cruel, and failure in the middle often means death.
What's more, the inheritance of some monsters and demon heads is a lie at all, which is a huge trap in itself. They follow the principle of doing harm to others, and before they die, they must strive to design and pit others.
"Which kind of inheritance will the flower and wine walkers have?" Fang Yuan pondered.
He has the memories of previous lives, and he will know many of the famous magical traditions in the future. However, this tradition is inherited, and no one has discovered it in the previous life, and he knows nothing about it.
"In theory, the possibility of a trap is not high. Otherwise, the flower and wine walkers will not have to design this shadow wall. But will there be an organ?"
Fang Yuan picked up a stone that was pulled out and threw it into the hole.
Stones bumped in the tunnel, and soon rolled out of Fang Yuan's field of vision. Only a series of sounds were heard, echoing in the passage.
Fang Yuan is thoughtful. As a result of the stone throwing directions, it seemed safe.
But he still did n’t enter the martyrdom. Instead, he took out the stone powder and sprinkled it evenly near the opening of the martyrdom. At the same time, a thin layer was sprinkled at the entrance of the crack in the secret cave.
Then he got out of the narrow stone gap at the entrance.
He found the green bamboo wine brought with him at any time in a very hidden grass hundreds of meters away from the river beach. He patted the wine jar, took a sip hard, and deliberately spilled some liquor, moistened his clothes, and made him wine.
Holding the wine jar, he returned to the cottage and arrived at the dormitory, just at midnight.
If you don't return overnight, it will be suspicion. This is good, go out in the middle of the night and return in the middle of the night.
Fang Yuan had already done this while looking for wine bugs. With the previous record, this behavior is not so abrupt now.
The star disappears and there is no speech overnight.
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