roccoschili Chapter 127 The Great Wisdom
Chapter 127 The Great Wisdom
The melodious and low horn sounded in the sky. The rare sky in Luofu was not covered with dense clouds, but was clear. The warm beam of light was cast directly on the crowds of people on both sides of the street. This was probably This is the most lively and popular scene in Luofu in the past thousand years.
Except for the Yunqi on duty who were guarding the caves and ports above and below Luofu, all the officials from the Sixth Division of Luofu were present. Everyone was looking forward to it, their eyes filled with anticipation and admiration. They looked like fanatical fans of star-chasing groups, except that every one of them was different. Everyone held support light signs and neatly loud slogans in their hands.
It stands to reason that there are no legends on the Immortal Boat. Hundreds of years are just a snap of the fingers for the Immortal Boat people, but this man's deeds are so shocking that every Immortal Boat person is amazed.
The record and description about him in the newly ordered version of "Huanyu Tongjian" alone occupies dozens of pages, almost thicker than the history of the Xianzhou Alliance, and for this generation of Luofu Sixth Division officials It is said that most of them were not yet born when the legend killed the remnants of fertility and suppressed demons and monsters with one hand, and his fame resounded throughout the stars.
At this moment, the Changheng Commander actually descended into the mortal world and returned to the Immortal Boat Luofu. This was undoubtedly shocking news that could detonate the entire Immortal Boat Alliance. It only took more than half an hour for the news to spread, except for Xu Ling and Fang Hu Xianzhou. Unable to come for some reason, the other four immortal boats are desperately jumping here, just to witness the heroic appearance of Chang Heng Siming.
At this time, a misty drizzle fell, and the warm yellow light beams were filled with raindrops like cow hair. The warm light mixed with the drizzle, and the temperature dropped rapidly. However, this rain did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the people of Luofu at this time. Instead, it's like pouring oil.
The people in Luofu who were soaked by the drizzle only felt that this was nectar from heaven and a good omen. They were afraid that they would win big prizes even if they scratched the lottery tickets.
"Popcorn, hot chocolate, peanuts, plastic bag umbrellas, small benches!" Someone yelled in the crowded crowd, "Chang Heng Siming's photo! Autographed by Long Zun Jiang Fan of the Ming Dynasty family! Undertake signature business and daily life Photo album photos! First come, first served! Children are welcome!"
The misty rain falling from the sky made a crackling sound on the plastic bag worn by the person. On her chest was a photo of herself with Jing Yuan and Fu Xuan, and in her hand she held a hand that read "Inherit the autograph of the Ming Dynasty Dragon Master Jiang Fan/" The white board with "daily photo album photos/private photo album photos/photos with the Adyadhara Nagasun Jiangfan (additional money)" was being moved among the crowded crowd.
March 7 in the crowd was also startled by this guy. She may have been impressed by this smart business mind. Rather than being a pioneer, this woman holding a whiteboard may have a better future as a businessman or a fan leader.
The tinkling sounds of QR code receipts didn't stop for a moment. She didn't deliberately count March 7, but at least she heard hundreds of them. When she looked around, it wasn't the female fans she had imagined, but a group of them. The Yunqi soldier wearing silver armor was holding up his mobile phone and trying his best to get in. He didn't forget to shout his name loudly when scanning the code, for fear that the businessman would turn around and forget.
There was even a little girl from the fox tribe who came up and asked if there were any private photos for sale. When the businessman heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said that as long as the money was in place, not to mention the private photos, even the photos of Dragon Master taking a bath. We can do it all for you.
Witnessing this scene, March 7 felt mixed emotions in his heart, saying to himself, are you really not afraid that Ms. Heita will let the ancestor kill you? You dare to accept such a near-death mission as taking private photos, you don't want your life.
Obviously there are not a few people who have the same idea as March 7th. For example, a red-haired girl in the crowd stood on tiptoes and looked at the stars moving around in the crowd with an admiring gaze. She thought to herself: This speed of making money is countless times faster than eating noodles while standing on one's head or crushing boulders on one's chest. It is worthy of being an immortal boat, never raising idle people.
"What a miserable life I lived on the train." Xing glanced at the balance displayed on the screen of his mobile phone while changing positions, and took a breath of air, "Good brother, wherever you go in this life, I will follow you. Wherever I go, you, old man, are simply the guiding light in my heart."
In fact, she didn't expect that the people of Xianzhou would be so crazy. It was like the grand scene a few days ago when the interstellar group Shit Boy's concert charged youth fares on the Internet.
If Jiang Fan can debut in Xianzhou, he may become a national idol in minutes. He will probably make a lot of money just by selling private photos. By then, buying an interstellar garbage dump will not be a problem. As for the Black Tower She had long forgotten about the likes of Cocolia and Sylva, and her mind was filled with images of her butterfly swimming among the sea of trash cans.
At this time, the sound of high-spirited horns echoed melodiously in the streets and alleys of Luofu. The crowded crowd instantly boiled like boiling water. Everyone stared expectantly at the end of the red velvet carpet connecting the Abyss Realm. There was something vaguely there. It was coming at a gallop, carrying an overwhelming chill.
"Here he comes." Jing Yuan slowly opened his eyes and looked up in the direction of the cave in the Abyss Realm in trance, "That great power... is the power of immortality."
Fu Xuan raised his eyes and looked at Jing Yuan, and was silent for a while: "General, welcoming the return of General Tianzhu with such fanfare, will it force the rats behind the scenes to flee?"
At first, Fu Xuan was opposed to Jing Yuan's grand welcome to the return of the Ming Dynasty Dragon Lord Jiang Fan.
In the final analysis, the Secret of the King of Medicine is a rat organization hidden in the sewers. In the past, the Xianzhou Alliance has surrounded and suppressed them many times, but this group of people is like weeds, good at hiding themselves, so much so that Luofu now also has a secret of the Secret of the King of Medicine. It is said that there is no trace of a group of people, and we can only know that they are hiding in the Aland Cauldron Division.
Just like the gongs and drums are beating to welcome the return of the legendary Dragon Ancestor, I am afraid that the group of rats can't wait to dig through the immortal boat and survive in the cave hidden within a thousand meters underground. After all, the Dragon Ancestor once had the power to nearly wipe out the entire Medicine King alone. The secret achievements, not to mention that even the longevity plague ancestor they believed in was beaten by that adult and fled in embarrassment. To those rats, Lord Jiang Fan was no different from the living king of hell.
"Fu Qing is overly worried. The relationship between Luofu and King Yao's secret biography is like a cat and a mouse. It will take a lot of effort and time for the cat to catch the mouse, but the master is very good at catching mice." Jing Yuanyao Shaking his head, "Just like what his old man always said, if the sky falls, there will always be someone tall to support him. But now looking at the entire fairy boat, his old man is the tallest. Can he still remain indifferent?"
"General...it's really the same blood..."
Fu Xuan was silent for a long time, thinking wildly in his mind that if Jing Jun abdicated in favor of someone more powerful, wouldn't he be the tallest in Luofu?
She turned to look at Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan was clasping his hands on his chest and looking towards the cave sky of Linyuan Realm. Looking at the cave sky building in the drizzle, she suddenly felt that the general's eyes were a little melancholy, as if he was lamenting. What, but she didn't ask, she just looked into the distance like him, looking at this ancient and magnificent building complex covered with a gauze made of rain.
The rain suddenly became heavy, and the violent storm swept every corner of the fairy boat with an overwhelming chill. At this time, everyone seemed to hear the roar of a dragon.
The next second, the rain falling from the sky suddenly stopped. It was not that the violent storm was over, but that someone seemed to have pressed the pause button on the world. The rain was frozen, with hundreds of millions of huge raindrops suspended in the air. In the air, people can even see themselves reflected in the rain through the crystal raindrops.
At this time, a child stretched out his hand to poke at the raindrops, only to find that the rain seemed to be frozen, and it made a small crackling sound when it fell to the ground. Before people could find out what was going on, the rain curtain sloped down again the next moment, wetting people's faces. clothes.
"Look! Someone... No! A dragon is coming out!" Someone yelled, holding his head.
The next moment, someone was surprised to find a woman with both hands holding up a whiteboard with the words "Undertake autographs of Ming-Dharmada Dragon Master Jiang Fan/daily photo album photos/private photo album photos/take photos with Ming-Dharmada Dragon Master Jiang Fan (additional money)" He was trying his best to crawl forward, and even had time to show the QR code in front of him, shouting first come first served.
"Holy shit! A conscientious businessman!" the customer who paid the bill sighed sincerely.
"Shameful..." March 7 also sighed.
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Other authors: I’m so tired, I need to rest. Readers: Dear Dad! have a good rest! We generate electricity for you with love!
Me: I want to take a rest. Is that okay? My readers: If you’re not dead yet, you’re going to die. How dare you have any illusions about rest? Have you been kicked in the head? Have you completed the author's KPI?
The plot advances a little slower, which is good, but it was too fast for me to grasp.
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