high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 198

Looking from the sky above the wasteland, one can vaguely see the pointed roof slightly protruding from the whiteness.

The appearance of the village is not far away.

Halfway up the mountain, the circling black horses retracted, removing the color of the black paint, and the black-faced man cast a light in the snow. He closed his eyes, exhaled heavily, and looked a little tired.

He has a featureless face, with thick eyebrows, a big nose, and full beards, all of which stand up like countless dark steel needles in a row.

This is an extremely burly and strong man, even in such a snowy day, he still wears his robes, revealing his strong and dark upper body.

Looking from a distance, the black-faced man was full of blood, and every inch of his muscles contained unparalleled strength, almost like a bloody bull.

Looking at the village in the distance, he rubbed his stiff face with both hands, looking a bit distressed.

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed to meet my parents and fellow villagers!"

There was a sigh of urgency from the big cattail fan-like subordinates.

With a sullen face, he stood on the snowfield for a while in a state of wistfulness, his eyes revealing infinite anguish.

After a long time, the black-faced man finally moved. He bent down and patted each of his legs, but he stuck two magic amulets on his calves.

After rushing all the way back to his hometown from Tongjiang, after working so hard, the black-faced man's true qi was also a little bit unsustainable.

He scooped up a handful of Frost Snow and rubbed it hard on his face.

After shaking himself up, the black-faced man didn't hesitate any more, he stepped forward with both legs, and under the force of the magic amulet, he flew out like a rabbit.

The things around him quickly reversed, and scenes disappeared suddenly.

After a full quarter of an hour, when the amulet on the leg was dimmed and its power was exhausted, the black-faced man finally arrived at the entrance of the village.

At the entrance of the village, the thick locust tree hugging in threes and fives is hunched over, and the trunk is covered with frost and snow. With a slight tremor, a lot of plain white is shaken off.

A few stone mills were piled up in one place, and beside them, there were a few old earthen pots, long poles, dustpans and other things.

A few steps further, there is an old well, the gourd scoop has been frozen hard, forming a big block of ice.

Beside the old well, an old man in a flowered jacket was squatting aside, waving his fingers in the snow from time to time.

Beside the old man, a yellow dog followed suit and squatted beside the old man.

Its eyes moved with the old man's fingers, bit by bit from time to time.

This scene……

The excited black-faced man was taken aback for a moment, and he was stunned for a moment without turning his head around.

"Second uncle?"

After a while, he barely recognized the figure of the old man in front of him.

"Second uncle, what are you doing in this cold weather, you are not afraid of catching the cold!" The black-faced man shouted at the top of his voice, "I, Marlowe, am back!"

The black-faced man was Maro who had just returned from Tongjiang.

When he first arrived at Qingli Palace, he acted first and left his name on the battle strength stele.

Although he was quickly squeezed out, it still made Maro feel a little proud.

It's a pity that he had a bad start, and in the first battle, he met Bai Shu, whose pseudonym was Shen Daoren.

With just one shot of the great peacock's divine light, the rammer was knocked off the jade platform and lost the fight.

Even though he was physically strong, he was not seriously injured, which surprised Bai Shu a little.

But then, the aftermath of the battle between Chu Xun and Chu Xiang brought disaster to Chi Yu.

Maro was slapped squarely by the rest of his supernatural powers, vomiting blood again and again, his physical injuries were minor, healed within a few breaths.

But what is really serious is the Tao injury on the primordial spirit.

"Destroying the Magical Aro Sutra"——

Maro ate half of the Borrowing Seal, and the other half was blocked by Bai Shu.

But even so, he was almost beaten to death, and suffered a lot.

After a few days of recuperation in Tongjiang, when his injuries were a little better, Maro, who was full of shame and anger, didn't bother to watch the gods fight, so he took the Dharma boat of Qingli Palace and left Tongjiang.

Later, there was a faint news that the little white-faced Taoist who defeated him actually became a blockbuster and defeated Chen Jizi, who was the most vocal.

At that time, Maro had already left Qinghuang County, not far from his hometown.

Occasionally thinking of this incident, Maro would always pat his thigh, secretly regretting why he hadn't hugged this thick leg tightly.

He came from a serious wild cultivator background, and his inheritance was incomplete. On the way, he also followed the path of wild fox Zen.

Maro strayed into a valley in his early years and was lost in the valley for several days. In a daze, he fell into a cave by chance.

It is no different from those story-based novels in the early years, there are indeed gods and immortals in the cave.

It's just that the fairy character is not a good person.

As soon as he saw Maro, he felt hungry, but he was entangled in the chains, which sealed off all the magic power in his body, making him unable to move.

During the conversation, Maro learned that he was a young master of Turtle City. Because of his unruly behavior, he was framed by the enemy and wanted to trap him to death.

Turtle City is the holy land of Beiwei.

Together with Zhebing Mountain, Qingshen Temple, etc., they are the first-class powers in the world.

The person who was trapped in the cave was a young master of Turtle City a hundred years ago, who was also famous in the Three Kingdoms and Megatron.

There has always been only one master of Turtle City, but there are quite a few young masters in this ancient holy land.

The one in the cave was framed by his companions, blinded Guicheng's eyes and ears, and together with the foreign enemies he offended in the early years, trapped him in the small barren mountain.

Although he didn't personally kill him due to the blood restriction on his body, but after hundreds of years, the man in the cave has become worse than death.

With the depletion of his lifespan, the sealing formation gradually weakened, and the young Maro strayed into the barren hills, but he picked up a great fortune in vain.

After suffering for several days, the fearful Maro finally waited until the owner of the cave died.

He stepped forward cautiously and found two books of exercises.

One is the "Golden Book of Guiyu", which is also the great supernatural power in Turtle City to sanctify the body. This spell simulates the transformation of the mysterious turtle in the West Sea, and has since broken through the extreme state of the body.

But the other "Little Dead Wood Jue" is far inferior to "Golden Book of Guiyu".

"Xiao Kumujue" is the mental method of walking the road, and it describes the outline of the second mental method from the fetal breath to the yang talisman. It is ordinary and there is nothing extraordinary about it.

The second level of Yang Talisman is the end of this Heart Sutra, and there is no way forward.

In Turtle City, most of the "Little Dead Wood Jue" is rewarded by the master to the servants who have meritorious service.

For monks to practice, the scriptures and magical instruments are mostly hidden in the Niwan Palace, so they will not be close to the body easily.

And as early as the cave man died, he destroyed the Niwan Palace himself, not giving Maro any advantage.

Perhaps it was because he was about to die, or for various reasons, before he died, he left behind "Golden Book of Guiyu" and "Little Dead Wood Jue".

Thanks to the good luck in his youth, Maro, who was supposed to spend his whole life like this, was just waiting to be farmed and die of old age.

In this way, he happened to embark on the road of practice.

He is very talented, relying on the existence of the "Golden Book of Gui Yu", he is full of vigor and blood, and has gradually made a name for himself in the Beiwei border area.

It's just that he can't be restrained, has a rough temper, and doesn't know how to manage up and down.

Although he joined the Northern Guard's frontier army and held an official position, he was soon kicked out because he offended his immediate superior.

More often than not, Maro used to be the head guard of the courtyard, the elder of the small sect, and the private soldier of the big family.

But deep down in his heart, he was always unhappy.

"Little Dead Wood Jue", if you have practiced to the second level of Yangfu and reached the realm of Qi and blood, you are already at the top.

There is no way forward for this mentality.

"Little Dead Wood Jue" is not only slow in practice, it feels somewhat powerless when intercepting the energy of heaven and earth, and this method of heart is ordinary, whether it is the recovery of true energy or the improvement of practice, it is ordinary.

In terms of fighting skills, there is no advantage.

After going around for decades, Maro also inquired in many ways, and had the idea of ​​changing his fundamental mentality.

But no matter how hard he tried, the results were all fruitless.

The mental method of the Yangfu that can be cultivated is already quite impressive in the lower cultivation world, and it is regarded as the foundation of the small sects and small families.

And on the upper level, the Holy Land or the Aristocratic Family.

They guard the fundamental mentality extremely strictly and will never let it out.

When Marlowe served as a private soldier of the family, he made friends with a young master in every possible way, and tried his best to do what he liked, and the two quickly became confidants.

But during a drinking session, when the black-faced man faintly revealed the idea of ​​watching his mind, the young master of the aristocratic family suddenly changed his face and walked away on the spot.

On the second day, Maro was seriously injured and kicked out by the family.

In view of the past, at any rate, Marlow managed to survive.

All kinds of flattery are fruitless, the black-faced man who is convalescing is naturally angry and angry, and when his injury recovers, he simply smashes his jars and throws himself at ease, and becomes a casual cultivator in the mountains.

After exhausting all his efforts, he managed to get an invitation card. Ma Luoben had the idea of ​​making a name for himself in the son-in-law selection ceremony, but he never thought about it.

As soon as Fang started the game, he lost.

The black-faced man rubbed his head, and he stared at the old well. The old man in the flowered jacket had a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Majia Village is the residence of the clan, and the village is full of old and young people, all of whom are relatives of black-faced men.

Hearing that Maro was going to participate in the selection of a son-in-law, everyone in the village was overjoyed and sent Maro ten miles away with loud drums and gongs.

It was bustling when we went, but deserted when we returned.

Marlo swallowed hard, feeling a little helpless.

"I heard that there was another war, so I rushed back here on purpose. Is our village okay?"

Seeing that the old man by the well ignored him, Maro had no choice but to bite the bullet and find something to say:

"The lord of the country seems to have brought a lot of demons over here. That's not a fun thing, folks, are you okay?"

"Human devil?"

After a long time, low laughter came from the well.

"It's not a monster."

"Of course not in our village."

Seeing that there was finally a response, the black-faced man rubbed his head, and laughed foolishly:

"Before I left the village, I left so many underlings in the village. Don't say that I am a young man with an upturned nose. Even if Yangfu Sanzhong comes over, I will not be able to please our village!"

When I was a child, the old man in front of me was Marlowe's husband. When I was studying, I didn't know how many times I was drawn a bamboo board.

Even though he had grown up, looking at the old man in front of him, Maro still couldn't help feeling apprehensive.

"I didn't win this time, and I was beaten badly in the first game."

Maro sighed, stepped forward to help the old man in the flowered jacket, and slanted out full of bitterness:

"Who would have thought that the little boy would be so cunning, saying it was a big peacock fist, but a divine light sent me flying."

He helped the elderly man by the arm, complaining endlessly, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no response.

There was an inexplicable chill in Maro's heart, like a snake, rushing straight from the soles of his feet to his heart, he turned his head vigilantly, and beside him, the old man with a gray beard also turned his face with a smile.

There was nothing wrong with it. Under the induction of the primordial spirit, the old man beside him, whether it was the muscles and bones or the speed of blood flow, was the same as usual from the inside out.

The terrifying aura was like a rope, tightly wrapped around Maro's neck.

It was as cold as a snake, but it burned Maro's skin red and hot.

The black-faced man took a deep breath, he suddenly stood up, looked at the entrance of the village which was only a few feet away, but stopped.

The old man in the flower jacket passed him first, followed by the yellow dog wagging its tail.

He hesitated for a while, but finally frowned fiercely, and stepped in.

Roofs, blue tiles, trees, and several large stone piers were piled up randomly, and bright red lanterns had long been hung on the eaves of each house.

Everything was a familiar scene, but inexplicably, Maro felt anxious.

With a flash of light in his palm, a huge Xuanhua ax was pinched in his palm.

This is a magic weapon that Maro got by chance when he was an elder in a small sect in his early years.

It's also the only thing he can get out of his whole body.

Whether it's a god or a ghost, let's see it!

The black-faced man followed cautiously step by step with a cold face.

There was no sound, and all the movement had faded away. In the snow, only the footsteps of the two people echoed silently.

Swish... Swish...

Swish... Swish...

Swish... Swish...

The strange voice wafted gently in the ear, it was like the sound of a small flying insect flapping its wings, and it was also like a vicious beast raising its nose, greedily catching the breath in the wind.

The voice was indescribable, the tone was low and simple, the tail rose slightly, and it was fluttering and fluttering, and the strange melody in it was like the drums of thousands of troops walking on the body.

"me……"

Marlow struggled to raise his head, he wanted to mobilize all his true qi and chop the owner of that tone into pieces, but deep down in his consciousness, he was too lazy to even lift a finger.

His whole body seemed to be covered with heavy divine iron. He couldn't help dancing with his hands and feet, echoing the weird tone and beating the beat gently.

The field of vision gradually became blurred, and a layer of sudden fog covered Maro's eyes.

Purple, purple to black...

He exhausted his last bit of strength, barely opened his eyes wide, and his body trembled.

The second uncle and the yellow dog have long since disappeared, in front of, in front of...

In front of him is a deep black hole wriggling like a giant mouth, and the light, the sound, and the breath are all swallowed up by the mouth little by little.

In the depths of the giant mouth, countless familiar faces were also staring at him. Their eyes were closed tightly, with peaceful smiles on their faces, as if they were soundly asleep.

"Father...Mother..."

Maro spit out two syllables indistinctly, his eyes were distracted.

How... how?

The gentle, warm breath envelops him, and as Maro walks step by step, he will also walk into the giant mouth.

On the ground, there was a sudden thunderous sound!

The black-faced man took the opportunity to regain his mind, he rolled and crawled, and walked away from the giant mouth in embarrassment.

With a pale face, Maro looked towards the source of the sound.

A few feet away from him, two figures suddenly appeared.

A monk in white clasped his hands together, looking at the giant mouth, with a curious smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Behind the monk, followed by an ugly and chic bald boy.

　Two in one

　　

　

(End of this chapter)