Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1122 1113. Paradise
The little white deer seemed to sense something.

He cried "Oh!" and turned around and ran away, more than ten meters away.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if Xiwazi doesn’t run away, because there is a big gold star watching him in the sky.

If these two dare to make any rash moves, he will rush down and scratch their heads with his claws.

By the way, dig out his eyeballs.

The little white deer just moved away but didn't run away.

Instead, he stopped about ten meters away, turned his head to look at the two of them, and called out "oh oh" twice.

Then he ran lightly into the depths of the forest.

Jacques was inspired again, patted Victory and said, "Hurry, follow me."

Then it goes on to say: "When the white deer appears, the 'elven treasure' or the entrance to another world is nearby. Following its footprints will bring blessings, but forcibly capturing it will bring curses."

This is a French Breton legend, which Victory had never heard of.

But in European religious illustrations, there is a "white deer carrying a cross", which is a metaphor for the secret appearance of Christ in the world.

Although Victoria didn't go to churches very often, he was still exposed to them because he lived in Europe.

The two mean almost the same thing.

Jacques and Victorine hurriedly followed the little white deer through the forest.

Whenever the little white deer is about to catch up, it will stop and wait.

This further strengthened Jacques' belief that the white deer would lead him to the "sacred realm".

Just as in the Arthurian legend, when the Paladin was pursuing the Holy Grail, he met a "white deer with a glimmering light all around its body". Its route avoided all dangers and finally led him to the monastery where the Holy Grail was located.

Etc., etc.

"Here, here is the monastery!"

Jacques stared at the scene before him, stunned and muttering to himself.

They followed the white deer and easily passed through the dense forest in twists and turns.

A long and narrow valley appeared before my eyes.

It is only one meter wide and nearly a hundred meters long, with mountain walls on both sides towering like clouds.

It was like a mountain being split vertically.

At the end of the valley, the view suddenly opens up and there is a clear lake surrounded by mountains. A thin waterfall flows down the mountain wall and turns into raindrops when it falls into the lake.

And in the middle of the lake, there is a small island...

The little white deer hopped across the valley, jumped into the lake, and swam happily towards the island.

Jacques and his companions followed the white deer into the valley, but were dumbfounded.

They couldn't swim across.

The lake is not big, only one or two kilometers in diameter.

It is only seven or eight hundred meters from the shore to the island in the middle of the lake.

It wasn’t far, but the problem was that neither of them could swim…

I'm worried.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound came from the lake.

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small boat coming out from the back of the island.

A man stood quietly at the bow, a black flute across his lips.

The tune is melodious and lively, with a hint of playfulness, very pleasant to listen to, and completely professional.

But listening to this cheerful music, Jacques felt cold all over and shivered.

Because the boat was moving without wind, no one was seen paddling, and there were no waves caused by the propeller, it was slowly drifting towards the shore...

Jacques has become numb, having seen too many strange things in the past few days.

Ha, it’s just a boat that moves by itself, what’s the big deal? I’m not afraid, not at all.

It's actually no big deal, there are big fish in this lake...
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The boat slowly approached, and the figures on board gradually became clearer.

Jacques shuddered and shook once; he shuddered again and shook again, until he was shaking like a sieve.

He could not forget the people on the ship even if he was burned to ashes.

When the boat was still more than three meters away from the shore, the man at the bow put down his flute, bent over and jumped across the lake, landing lightly on the shore without raising a speck of dust.

Jacques smiled widely, walked quickly towards him, bowed his head from a distance, and said, "Boss Luo, long time no see. Your heroic figure is as dazzling as the sun."

It's full of flattery.

The one who got off the boat was naturally Luo Yihang. With his hands behind his back and his flute horizontally, he smiled at Jacques and said, "Mr. Jacques, nice to meet you again. I really can't get away here, so I'm sorry to ask you to come over."

That being said, I don't mean to apologize at all.

Jacques quickly smiled and said, "It's my honor to meet you."

Victori was stunned. Is this still the high and mighty President Dior?

French aristocrats. What about aristocratic manners? What about manners?

Nonsense, your life is in someone else's hands, why bother with your manners?

Then he saw Luo Yihang coming towards him.

Victoria subconsciously tensed his muscles, clenched his fists, and became extremely careful.

I was still a little excited.

He came with Jacques because, on the one hand, he was paid enough.

On the other hand, he also wanted to test Luo Yihang's abilities.

Even though I have heard so many legends and experienced so many magical things.

But as a fighter, he only believes in his fists.

Victory is an offensive player, as evidenced by the fact that seven of his 16 wins in the UFC came by knockout.

So today, Victoria is going to attack as well.

When Luo Yihang approached, Victoria spoke first: "You are Luo Yihang, I heard you are very strong?"

As Victori spoke, he raised his hands and assumed the standing pose he was best at.

But Luo Yihang smiled, nodded slightly, and then stretched out his hand.

Then, Victoria's eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground with a bang...
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Jacques was shocked.

The most powerful person he had ever seen in his life, a UFC middleweight fighter and a super fighter ranked in the top 20 in the world.

how... how...

After Luo Yihang touched his neck, he fell down! !

The two of them supported each other along the way and went through untold hardships. Even if Jacques was made of clay, he felt warmed up in his heart.

He still has some humanity.

He hurried over to Victoria and put his finger under his nose.

Fortunately, he is still alive and not dead.

After he confirmed it, Luo Yihang spoke up, "What happens next is not convenient for others to see. Let him lie down for a while. It's warm today, so it won't be a problem."

As he spoke, he pointed to the boat that had already approached the shore and said, "Mr. Jacques, please get on board."

Jacques stood up tremblingly, nodded hurriedly, and walked towards the boat step by step.

Without Victoria, he really felt uncertain.

Although it seems that even if Victoria is here, it will be of no use.

Jacques struggled to climb onto the boat. He was frightened half to death when he got on the boat, and sat in the cabin with his hands on his knees, not daring to move.

Luo Yihang jumped lightly and stood on the bow again. Instead, the boat floated lightly without any shaking.

With the power of a step, the boat broke away from the shore and moved again on its own, heading towards the island in the middle of the lake...

Even if Jacques was an amateur and a rough thinker, he could see that Luo Yihang's abilities were far more than what was shown in the video.

How many masks does this person wear on himself?

Entrepreneurs, businessmen, kung fu masters, royal guards, hermits...

Every identity is fake, and may also be real, but not all of them.

Soon, the boat docked at the island in the middle of the lake.

Luo Yihang pulled Jacques off the boat and not far ahead, they saw a small camp.

The camp was not big. There was a tent on the south side with the tent curtain open. There were camp beds and sleeping bags inside.

There is a camping light hanging on the top.

There was a fire in front of the tent, with a kettle for boiling water on it, and thick carbon ash accumulated in the fire.

There is also a set of tables and chairs next to it, with pots and bowls on them.

Luo Yihang really didn't lie. It seemed that he had been here for quite some time.

So what is he doing? What is he bringing himself here for?

Jacques was feeling nervous and Luo Yihang asked him to sit on the only chair.

I also poured him a cup of hot water.

Jacques drank two sips of hot water and calmed down a little. He opened his mouth to explain his purpose.

Luo Yihang spoke first, "It's a good thing that you're here. Please help me. I wonder if Mr. Jacques is willing to do me a favor."

Jacques quickly put down the cup, smiling, "Please tell me, Mr. Luo. I will definitely help if I can."

Luo Yihang smiled strangely, and spoke word by word, "You can definitely do it."

As he stretched out his hand, Jacques felt a numbness under his ribs. The familiar feeling came back and he couldn't move again.

And then, Luo Yihang slowly drew out a long knife...

(End of this chapter)