The Game Warrior Chapter 56: Relentless, shameless and unreasonable making trouble

The second part, Taohua Temple, Taohua Temple, Chapter 56 is ruthless, shameless and unreasonable. "The tide of the Spring River and the sea and the sea and the moon are coexisting. Where is the spring river without moonlight..." whimpering flute The melodious tunes echoed on the lake and the sound of the water waves beating against the shore and the breeze blowing peach branches made a song of spring river blossoms and moonlit nights interpreted like weeping around the beam for three days.

The music is melodious, "Don't blow it!" The tone of Du Guhong's reprimand was sudden.

"The world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable and so bad! Not good!" Bezoar is in a good mood and leisurely put down the flute and turned his head to see Duguhong's twisted and bulging face in the moonlight. Kidding.

"What's the matter with you?" Bezoar stunned.

Duguhong did not answer, closed his eyes and kept calm for a long time and finally managed to eliminate the blood on his face and spit out a mouthful of blood clot: "Fucking away...Fortunately, it's a little bit."

His attempt to touch his chest with lingering fears is not so fun and he can't help but stare at him: "Don't you know that we are now in a hostile state?"

"You know? What's the matter?" Bezoar was surprised. "Are you going crazy or I can't do it..."

"Who could it be if you didn't kill it?"

"Huh? Tiandi Guhong, don't be so ruthless, shameless and unreasonable, okay? I didn't touch you and play the flute, just listen to the music and hear the madness. You blame me?"

Duguhong vomited another mouthful of blood, but this time he was annoyed: "I am ruthless and shameless to make trouble? What have you learned about the five basic skills of the next five beginners?"

"Human Observation, Star Reaching, Basic Poison, Arsonite Palm, Cloud Explorer..." Bezoar pulls his fingers and counts. "No, it's not five. There are Wuying Blade, Wuying Needle, Ningxin Jue Yeah!"

"How many steps did your disciple elite mission take?" Duguhong was taken aback and immediately remembered that when he was not surprised, he had to explain patiently. "Ordinary people only have five basic skills to determine their physical identity when they enter the next five disciplines. Which one can you learn another advanced level? You have all the basic skills of advanced level, but you missed two."

"The two skills that Fengmen is good at inquiring about intelligence are the Observation Skill and the Star Reaching; the Five Poison Skills are the basic poison skills and Arsenopyrum; the empty door steals the cloud with the cloud-detecting hand to steal the shadowless blade for defense; As for Sichuan’s best hidden weapon, besides Wuyingzhen, there is actually a basic crafting technique; the remaining Ning Xin Jue, which seems to be good at music theory, can calm the mind and concentrate on the basic sound technique is disturbing dreams."

"Oh~~~" Hearing this passage, the bezoar was shocked. "I said, "I said, "I said that there is an extra technique of making a device and a technique of phonology. I thought I learned it by accidental operation of life skills." "

"..."

"But what happened to martial skills? Did I bother you?"

Dugu Hong wants to cry without tears: "The skill of musical performance is called musical technique. Your martial art skill is sound technique, and the corresponding is sound killing technique..."

Seeing that the other party was still confused, Duguhong sighed: "Don't you know what Bihai Chaoshengqu is called? What is Qingxinpu Shanshu? What is a heartbreak?"

"Oh~~~" Bezoar suddenly "I'm really sorry."

I don't know if it was an illusion or something, Duguhong felt that this apology was insincere, and he even vaguely felt that the bezoar was laughing like a fox.

"Oh!" With a sigh, Duguhong patted his **** and stood up and walked eastward.

"Hey! Where are you going? I already said I'm sorry." Bezoar yelled.

"I know I’m not blaming you. It’s just that there’s really nothing to do, although the system determines that I am in a state of internal breath disorder and cannot practice internal energy within a day. There is a weird task in Heimiao Village, I will see if I can Ask for some new clues." Du Guhong waved.

The failure to complete the prestige advancement mission is always his heart disease.

"Stop!"

Dugu Hong stopped in surprise.

Bezoar also felt that his voice was a little harsher and involuntarily slowed down his tone: "Can't you... relax a little bit? Take a break. It's always so nervous as if someone is chasing you behind, don't you feel tired?"

"Look at this moonlight, this lake, this peach blossom, this village, listen to the sound of the water, the sound of the wind, and the croaking of insects and frogs. Don’t you think all this is enough for us to calm down and chat, admire the moon, and cherish memory Can the ancients imagine the future?"

"Who on the riverbank sees Yue Jiangyue for the first time, and who shines at the beginning of the year? Life has been endless from generation to generation. Jiang Yue looks similar every year... Think about this beautiful verse and listen to that beautiful melody. Don't you have some impulse? "

"Speaking as heartfelt poems and people imagine that in the age when the air has not been polluted and the environment has not been destroyed, you can travel through thousands of mountains and rivers across the five lakes and four seas, poems, and poetry, and talk about the wind and moon. Don’t envy and don’t want to learn from others? Even if it’s just in a game..."

Duguhong looked at the bezoar unexpectedly, but looked at the bezoar more and more arrogantly, the voice became louder and louder, and stared at each other without letting go until Du Guhong smiled weirdly.

"What are you laughing at?" Bezoar stopped talking.

"I am laughing...your imagination is not rich enough."

"What?"

"If you have enough imagination, you should also be able to think of what would happen if the ancients were full and drunk in places that were beautiful enough for the ancients to appraise Huaxue, Poetry, Wine and Fengyue? You have to know that back then, you did not imagine so many toilets covered by forced land acquisition."

"Life has been inexhaustible for generations. Someone has to imagine what it will look like. Fortunately, this is a game that drops items that will refresh."

Bezoar lips and purple face is blue. It's no wonder that the elegant thing in his heart is connected to that kind of thing and he didn't do it on the spot. It is already amazing for him.

Seeing the bezoar's body trembling slightly, Duguhong slowed down his tone: "Oh, don't worry. This is actually an elegant thing in ancient times and the same treatment as painting and calligraphy. It's not a lie to you, but there is a theoretical basis."

"You should know that the earliest characters were engraved on bamboo, called Jane, and sometimes counted with small pieces of wood, called Choi. At that time, when you wipe your butt, you also used small pieces of wood to make a toilet. Sometimes it was written as a toilet chip. It's the same. Later, I realized that the paper still had the three major roles of writing poems, painting and going to the toilet, so it was all elegant."

Bezoar's face turned from blue to red. This time he was squeezed out alive. He stretched out a **** to Duguhong. The posture was very concise and beautiful: "Damn!"

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm leaving." Duguhong waved his hand and turned around and was so stubborn that he had no mood to stop him.

From a distance, I listened to him again: "In fact, it is nonsense to say that the heartfelt poem is the same as the others~IndoMTL.com~ For example, there is such a poem: The cold pool is light and the blue is turned into a fine wine and the fragrance follows the wind. Under the moon, the jade cup, the long blooming flower, and the ice mirror faintly hide. Qi Qiru, and I have become a pair in a blink of an eye. It’s hard to ask the shadow of Taixi. Did Yemeng return to his hometown?"

"I knew that the author had never seen the water pool, had never had a drink alone under the moon, nor missed home. So writing poems is just like writing novels, but the beauty of ancient poems may not really have seen those places with beautiful scenery. Go as far as you can and don’t let me get sick."

"You are left with a heartache." Bezoar laughed and cursed, really relieved and asked, "Who wrote that poem...?"

"Guess."

Bezoar pondered: "I like reading poems very much, but I have never heard of it, but I can’t guess it. But I know that even if he doesn’t miss home or his lover, he must be missing something, otherwise he won’t write such words. ."

At this moment, Duguhong has left the range of speaking and bezoar is speaking through the channel, and he feels a little sad and depressed from the unspeakable silence on the opposite side.

Bezoar didn't understand why he had to take it as an illusion. At the moment, the moonlight was just as the bonfire was blazing. He watched the sky for a while while watching the moon and the lake while chewing on the poems, but his eyes suddenly stopped.