The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother - Chapter 77

On the quaint stone table, there are a few small brown cups. The heat steamed from the mouth of the cup. Through the mist, the dust mites looked at the opposite face of Qin ink. He said: “Things are like this, Lin Zizhen accepts positive It is the legacy of the spiritual source before it falls.”

Qin ink bowed his head, and the fine eyelashes trembled, watching the swaying reflections in his cup, and gently “g”.

Then the dusty brows picked up slightly and looked at the opposite Qin Mo. He asked quietly: “In fact, I am more curious about how your blood can unlock the seal of the stone?”

Having said that, he paused and saw no change on the surface of Qin Mo, and then he said: “When the spiritual source fell, it was said that only the blood of himself or his reincarnation could unblock the stone.”

Qin Mo held the cup tightly, and then quickly released it, and did not let the dust mites notice. After a long time, he said: “I don’t know, maybe I have eaten the forest and blood.”

Dust brows wrinkled, apparently do not believe in Qin Mo reasons, but now there are no other reasons for this reason. After Hong Min’s incident, he found many people, but their blood could not cause a stone reaction. Only Qin Mo was the exception.

The dust mites finally sighed low and low, and the table tea did not touch it, then turned and left here, leaving Qin Mo alone on the stone bench.

Qin Mo looked at the table and braved the hot jade cup. It was a pity that he sighed in the heart. It is good to know that the tea here is really good.

Regarding the problem of dust mites, Qin Mo also thought about it for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion. It was not the reason he and the dust mites, but because he was an odd number.

Once this idea rises, Qin Mo can’t give up on this idea. He did not belong to this world, and he was completely different from the master. For this world, he is a great difference. It is not impossible for his blood to untie the seal. Although this is only speculation, Qin Mo’s heart has already confirmed that this idea is correct.

Raise the cup in his hand and gently sip a bite, Qin Mo eyebrows slowly stretched out.

When Wen Qing came, I saw this scene. Before the white man sitting alone on the stone table, he was coldly drinking tea. Even if he was, at this moment, his heart gradually calmed down.

His eyes were drooping, his footsteps slowed down a lot, and he walked to Qin Mo’s side, his fingertips moved, and a cup of tea filled his hands safely. Slightly tasted one of the teas, and Wen Qing’s mouth rose upwards, praising: “Good tea.”

Because of the old man, Qin Mo had a few more points for Wen Qing. At this moment, Wen Qing said that Qin Mo immediately came out of his thoughts and looked at the cup with a little bit of bicolor tea. Road: “It is really good.”

Wen Qing, this person, when you meet in the first day, will make people feel cold, but after getting along for a long time, they will find that he is a gentleman. His mind is peaceful, and it makes people feel comfortable with him.

When the old man said that Wen Qing was similar to Qin Mo, it was wrong.

Although Qin Mo has some strange Wen Qing’s life from a small tomb, how can he be so broad-minded, even knowing that there is little spiritual power in the spiritual source, but it is undeniable that getting along with Wen Qing is a very pleasant thing. .

Waiting for half a day at the stone table, Qin Mo’s heart was quite a kind of stealing half-day leisure feeling. When he was at sunset, he realized that it was another day. This is already the third day that Lin Zikai entered the tower to accept the inheritance.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo brow slightly stunned, and did not feel here for a long time, and Wenqing bid farewell to the home directly.

After Qin Mo left, Wen Qing sat in the same place, watching Qin Mo had used the cup before, his eyes were unclear, and he did not know what to think.

Dust in the mountains and forests, the house looks very simple, but he is a person who pays great attention to life, and can be seen from the layout of the house. Although Qin Mo lived as a simple guest room, the layout was exceptionally refined, and even the bedding on the bed was woven with precious Tencel.

Qin ink plate sits on the bed, and God knows his body. Because there is no aura in the air, the spiritual power in his veins is almost dry, and he can only see a few purple lights.

Directly skipping the veins, Qin Mo cast his knowledge into Dantian. Even without the support of the spiritual power, the cluster of thunderfires still burned vigorously in the field of Qin Modan. Next to the thunder fire, a square gray object floats among them.

The square object was the object that flew out of the stone monument when it was above the altar. Looking closely, this object is a narrow stone monument, and even the traces on it are no different from the stone monument.

When Qin Mo’s gods had just encountered this stone monument, there was a word that appeared in his mind out of thin air.

Through this text, Qin Mo learned that the spiritual power of the Yuanyuan is the power of the real world.

At the beginning, the spiritual source was just a common interface in the interface of the real world. The difference is that people in this interface are very good at using the power of God. Later, in order to seal the evil spirits, this interface was completely closed, and the outside world gradually lost its use of God.

In addition to this information, there are only a few simple elements in the small stone tablet, including how to condense the gods.

Force weapon and spirit beast method.

It has been a few days since I got this small stone tablet. Qin Mo has repeatedly observed this stone monument several times, and I can only get this information, and no other discoveries.

With a sigh, Qin Mo can only give up and begin to study the power of Yuan Shen. He used to confuse the Yuanshen force weapon by mistakenly hitting it. The existing system knowledge must of course be studied and studied.

It was two days later. On this day, Qin Mo just walked out of the door and heard a loud bang from the distance. When he looked up, he saw the stone tower slowly collapsed.

Lin Zikai was still inside, Qin Mo acted a meal, and the foot turned, and went to the direction of the stone tower. When he arrived at the stone tower, the old man with dust mites and gold pens had already stood there, and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

“The tower of God has fallen.” The dusty hands were behind their backs and quietly looked at the stone tower in front of them. The expression on their faces could not tell whether they were lost or happy.

There was a golden light in the ruins of the stone tower, and the golden light became more and more prosperous. Later, it was paved with a golden road and spread to the three people. Lin Zizhen’s figure slowly emerged. As soon as he appeared, he walked along the direction of Jinlu.

Feeling that he is much stronger than before, the old man with dust mites and gold pens smiled and smiled at each other. They all looked at each other and they all saw the gratification in their eyes. After so many years, Lingyuan finally came back. .

Directly ignoring the sight of the dust mites and the golden pen, Lin Zikai walked to Qin Mo and said: “Master, I am back.”

When he looked at the back of Qin Mo and stood behind an old tree, Weng suddenly darkened.

It seems that I feel cold from the forest, and Wen Qing’s mouth is slightly raised, slowly showing a smile, and there is a kind of provocative on her face.

Lin Ziyu’s eyes were dull and he smiled at Qin Mo. He said easily in his mouth: “Master, when are we going back?” The right hand cuffs trembled a little, and an invisible light shot straight toward Wen Qing. The past.

Wen Qing taunted like a smile, and then waved his hand, Lin Ziyi was originally attacked by the mighty attack and he was thus resolved.

Qin Mo’s back to Wen Qing did not notice the darkness between Lin Zikai and him. He heard Lin Zikai ask this question and turned his gaze to the old man standing on the side of the dust mites and gold pen. He did not speak, but the meaning It is already obvious.

The old man’s face of the dust mites and gold pens changed, and the dust was still suffocating. He glared at the woods, and some of his teeth cut his teeth and said: “Are you not restoring memories?”

Lin Zi’s brows were picky, and there was a kind of disdain in his tone. He only sneaked a slap in the air and said casually: “It’s just a dead person’s useless memory, remembering it all the same.”

The dust mites turned red, and a cold sigh, and the sleeves left here, and even the temper was always good. The old man’s face was not very good-looking.

He pulled his own face and revealed an ugly smile. He said, “You come with me and send it inside.”

Turned around, as the old man of the golden pen walked inward, Qin Mo saw the warm blue under the tree.

When passing through Wenqing, Qin ink stepped on his feet and his eyes fell on him. It seemed to be considered. After a while, Qin Mo said: “You should leave the spiritual source and don’t go back to the dark tomb. I will ask the dust scorpion to take care of you.”

Although the previous dust mites were very angry with Lin Zikai’s behavior, Qin Mo believes that he will be willing to help him to take care of a person.

Wen Qing’s line of sight turned slightly, and when he collided with Lin Zi’s gaze, he smiled softly and said: “Can I go to repair the real world with you?”

Qin Moyi, then immediately remembered the shogunate in the middle of the secret old man, and paused, nodded lightly. But I didn’t see the face behind him, Lin Zi’s face was ugly.

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Watching the disappearance of the three figures of Qin Mo, the old man of the golden pen sighed slowly and said: “Hey, the old man, you can’t bear to say it, you don’t have to have a stinky face all day.”

“Hey.” A cold snoring came, and the dusty figure slowly appeared here. He glanced at the empty space, and he said coldly, “Who cares about the stinky boy, go well, never stop again.” come back.”

The old man of the gold pen shook his head and did not reveal his mouth. He only frowned slightly. Some doubts said: “I don’t know why, I think Wen Qing is familiar, and he feels very bad for me.”

“You think too much, what can be wrong, then, there is that kid.” There is some intolerance on the dust mites.

“Yes.” The old man of the gold pen smiled and gave up the idea.

The author has something to say: Thanks for dreams, not dreams of mines, very happy, what?