MTL - Inside and Outside World-Chapter 108 : changing

Yan Luo sat by the brazier with a blank expression.

"Please begin your performance."

He made a "please" gesture, and then quietly watched the old man blowing... No, he was talking about his tragic past.

"When I was young, I liked to watch entertainers and perform puppet plays. Although I grew up, this hobby has not changed, but has become more and more addicted. I simply worshiped artists as teachers and learned puppet shows. , can also bring happiness to oneself.”

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The old man repeated what he said last time as if no one was there, and then started the performance. Putting the stage in front of him, pulling the puppet with his ten fingers, the puppet danced and sang with his mouth. It was the same as before, "The Peony Pavilion", singing and singing, His voice choked again.

"If it weren't for the fact that I was obsessed with puppet shows when I was young, and didn't seek to make progress..."

"...It's better to burn it as firewood!"

Yan Luo watched helplessly, this delicate hand-made little sister fell into the brazier for the second time, stood up from the flames, bowed down to the old man, and then used her body to burn warm until dawn...

In order to test whether this time is exactly the same as the last time, Yan Luo deliberately did not interfere with the old man's behavior.

With the loud cry of "It's warm, but now I don't even have the only companion, I have nothing", the scenery of the mountain temple changed rapidly, and the picture in front of Yan Luo changed to just entering this inner world. mountain road.

"What's the matter?"

As Yan Luo thought, he made his way to the mountain temple for the third time. Since the result of doing nothing was the same, he had to take action this time.

Entering the temple, the old man was warming himself with a brazier under the desk, Yan Luo leaned over to say hello: "Have you eaten yet?"

The old man still ignored him, burned the paper for a while and then began to lament:

"When I was young, I liked to watch entertainers and perform puppet plays. Although I grew up, this hobby has not changed, but has become more and more addicted. I simply worshiped artists as teachers and learned puppet shows. , can also bring happiness to oneself.”

Yan Luo interrupted forcefully: "Study! You should study!"

"Learning makes people happy."

The old man muttered something, and then led the puppet to dance gracefully on the stage. After singing "The Peony Pavilion", his eyes almost shed tears.

"If it weren't for the fact that I was obsessed with puppet shows when I was young, and didn't seek to make progress..."

Yan Luo was on the side, complaining expressionlessly:

"If not, when I was young, I was addicted to playing games and didn't seek to make progress..."

While making complaints about him, he held the thousand-year-old lightning-struck mahogany sword. Just as the old man was about to throw the puppet into the brazier, he suddenly drew out the sword and slashed out! Under the reflection of the flames, a dark sword light exploded in the mountain temple.

"Crack!"

The puppet girl in the old man's hand was shattered by Yan Luo's sword.

"You don't need to burn it, I'll help you."

If you don't do anything, it will definitely return to the previous repetition. Yan Luo can judge that the key points of this spiritual world are the old man and the puppet. The puppet stood up and bowed in the fire before, which is obviously not so normal.

The thousand-year-old mahogany sword has been tempered by thunder, and it can slash ghosts and demons! No matter what it is, cut it off first.

"This can be regarded as breaking the game with strength..."

If it was the puppet girl's tricks, Yan Luo's sword would be enough to kill the weirdness in the puppet. Just as he made a judgment in his mind, all the scenery of the mountain temple became distorted again.

"Hey, hey, don't be so shameless."

In his voice, the scenery in front of him turned into a mountain road, the night was deep, the wind and snow intertwined, and there was a little fire in the distance.

Yan Luo: "..."

"Just to repeat, can you put the location of the retracement in the mountain temple? I still have to climb the mountain. The wind is so strong, and it's snowing, so it's quite cold."

"It's not human at all..."

As he talked, he trudged through the snow and entered the temple for the fourth time. At the same time, he saw the old man and the puppet girl beside him. The puppet that had been hit by the peach wood sword struck by the thousand-year-old lightning had now returned to its original shape, wearing red silk and satin with gold borders. Inlaid, beautiful and moving.

"Could it be..."

"The breaking point is not with the puppet, but with the old man?"

While he was speculating, the old man started talking again: "When I was young, I liked to watch entertainers and perform puppet plays..."

"Master, I already know."

"And are you Mrs. Xianglin?"

Of course the old man would not pay attention to Yan Luo's complaints, and he was still talking to himself. After finishing speaking, he would move the stage in front of him and perform a puppet show. Before the old man made this move, Yan Luo hurriedly Move the stage away.

"See how you still perform?"

However, just for this simple action, the surrounding picture immediately began to distort, and Yan Luo found himself standing on a mountain path where the wind was howling and snowflakes were dancing.

"How can it be repaired!"

If it weren't for Yan Luo's lack of emotion, ordinary people would definitely be angry with the three corpses.

I just took the stage away, and it went back to the file directly, and I have to climb the mountain again, it's too cruel!

Entering the mountain temple with a blank face, Yan Luo walked up to the old man, and before the other party started talking nonsense, the millennium lightning struck the mahogany sword, and he directly slashed away with a sharp sword! A gust of blood spurted out, the white-haired head fell to the ground, rolled in the corner with a "gululu", the headless body shook a few times, spewing blood and fell to the side.

The mahogany sword struck by lightning for thousands of years has the power to destroy evil.

If the old man is a ghost and is the reason for all these weirdnesses, then beheading the old man is also equivalent to beheading the ghost, and naturally the game will be broken. However, Yan Luo found that when the old man fell, everything he saw in front of him It began to change again.

Standing on a barren mountain road, facing the wind and snow, Yan Luo pondered where the key point to break the game...

Ordinarily, this spiritual world must be themed with the old man and the puppet girl...

If the puppet was a ghost, the previous mahogany sword had already beheaded it—if the old man was a ghost, after cutting off his head, it should be over immediately.

"There is thick fog on both sides of the mountain road... What scenery is there in the thick fog?"

Yan Luo pondered, the mountain temple is where the world's theme events take place, leaving the mountain road and entering the thick fog is equivalent to jumping out of the situation - but to be honest, this is only a level 1 spiritual world, there is not much danger, otherwise he would not At night, into the unknown fog.

Walking in the dense fog, he soon found that the strong wind and heavy snow made him unable to move forward, so he had to turn back. It seemed that it was impossible to leave the place where the incident took place.

"Then let's go to the temple again."

As a person who lost his feelings, Yan Luo didn't feel bored, and he returned to the mountain temple patiently. He saw the Jinjia mountain **** and the judge, the kid, and hesitated for a while. Could the breaking point have something to do with the statue?

It's unlikely, but you won't get pregnant if you try.

Yan Luo took out the coiled dragon stick and directly smashed the statue - the broken mountain god, the judge, and the little ghost - in the first-level spiritual world, there should not be such a high-level creature as the real mountain **** judge, so he is not afraid to raise his head three feet. God, what offended, and he also shouted:

"The four old ones are broken!"

This is a "socialist iron fist" that sweeps away all ghosts and monsters, and deters any mountain gods that might exist.

Yan Luo smashed the statue, smashing it very hotly, the old man didn't seem to notice anything, he still complained, and performed "The Peony Pavilion", and regretted that he was addicted to playthings when he was young, and now he has nothing but a only puppet.

This time, when he was about to abandon the puppet and throw it into the brazier, Yan Luo transported the Olympic torch~www.novelbuddy.com~ There is no doubt that the torch, as the super energy of the fire system, must have a huge lethality to ghosts, Yan Luo wrapped a ball of flames in his right hand and grabbed the doll directly. Accompanied by the looming Olympic rings, the doll instantly burned to ashes without any resistance.

Time and space changed back again.

Yan Luo climbed the mountain to enter the temple, and this time he used the Olympic flame to burn the old man into a pile of ashes.

Reboot again.

"you are vicious!"

After Yan Luo complained indifferently in his heart, he climbed up the mountain temple this time, took out the Panlong stick and began to practice the "Ten Directions Stick Technique". It is also good.

"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, and they are all ruined like this. On a good day and beautiful scenery, no matter what day, I will enjoy it in someone's courtyard..."

In the voice of the old man like a Huadan and the hot dance of the puppet girl, there is also a young man's vigorous shout:

"One pillar holds the sky!"

"One pillar holds the sky!"

"One pillar holds the sky!"

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Yan Luo has already taken off his clothes - he only wears a pair of underwear, showing his toned muscles. Although the weather is cold, he is an intermediate life. In addition to practicing the stick technique, his whole body is full of energy and blood, and it is very hot. Using a 62-jin stick It was a little heavy, and I was sweating profusely during the practice.

Sweat was flowing on his white body, and every time Yan Luo swung the stick, the streamlined muscles on his arms and thighs were tensed and moved, exuding a strong sense of life and strength.

"uncle."

Yan Luo called out to the old man who was singing by himself by the brazier, "Can I change the song? Peony Pavilion, I've listened to this song eight times!"

"How about a Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"