I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Li Lin muttered and complained resentfully.

But there is a saying that the more politically incorrect a joke is, the more it will make people feel the urge to break taboos, and the sense of immorality after crossing the red line is even more pleasant to the point of pulling flags.

Professor Heinrich frowned tightly. He didn't quite understand Li Lin's story, especially the names of the people in it, but he was still quite concerned about the development of the story——

Just over 1000 words, it combines Xindan's years of business, Xuyuan God Dai Guanzhi's coveting of Mansu, the long-term struggle of the two-horned axe and silk tree against Dai Guanzhi, and the most important pilgrimage and "Second Dawn" "ceremony.

Sichen Xindan, one of the four sons of the scorching sun, is in charge of the road and door of death in Mansu, that is, the gate of pure white.On the Road of Frost and Snow outside the Gate of Pure White, there are all silent dead who linger because of death.

The liquidators signed some kind of ulterior secret contract with Xin Dan in Si Chenzhong, so that they could use the Ash Account Book and the Silence Technique to trade years in the waking world.

In the traditional beliefs of the Ming Empire, Xin Dan was often called the "Emperor of Yama" and was in charge of the authority to determine life span, and this authority also had an extremely local name - "Book of Life and Death".

As for the seed of wearing a crown, this star of the virtual source must appear extremely sinister. His desire lies in infection and transformation. In the many seasons of the waking world and Mansu, there is always a period of time that is prone to large-scale diseases and plagues. The source of strength for this season comes from the fruit of wearing a crown.

He intended to enter Mansu, and even once broke through the forest, plunging four thousand and eight hundred stars into a lightless night, until he was blocked by the double-horned axe and silk tree at the Pure White Gate, and was unable to advance even an inch.To this day, Daiguan Zhizi is still peeping at Mansu, and the Double-Horned Ax and Silk are still wary of Daiguan Zhizi's ambitions.

The so-called "parade" is a "ceremony" that is said to be initiated by the night watchman Hitomi Zhongfei. It is said that at the end of all history, he will hold a total of seven people. It was Si Chen named Wanderer.

Countless souls will blaze a trail for them, and the seven on tour will devour the four sons of the scorching sun—the Supreme Sichen scorching sun that is finally torn apart in the training field will rise again from the blood, and once again will be infinite. Lighting every corner far and wide, this is the "Second Dawn" that was once prophesied by the Knot Sisters and the Invincible Helios Cult.

Various true or false historical developments, myths and legends, and ambiguous prophecies...are combined into this absurd story.

Although I still don’t understand this story, I can feel the absurdity and grassiness in it just by listening to it.

Professor Heinrich suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in his heart: The straw maker wouldn't abandon himself as a believer because of the person in front of him, right?

"Don't worry, Professor Heinrich."

The forget-me-not reached into his pocket and took out a silver-gray pocket watch, checked the time and then closed the cover with a snap, then raised the corners of his mouth and reached out to push his glasses.

"The Grassmaker is not a particularly powerful and famous signer—at least when we talk about the signer of the Striped King, the first thing we think of is always the two-color moth named Different Knot Wing; when thinking of Silkworm, we can always think of That old kitten."

Different Knot Wing is the Striped King, that is, the first named moth in the forest. Its appearance is very similar to a moth, like a huge moth with two colors.

The old cat is even more important. It played an important role in the awakening of the silkworm. Considering that the history at that time has been messed up like a mess of wool by many ministers, what it did at that time is no longer known. It is clear, but what is known is that among the signers of Siwu, the mature cat will always be ranked first.

As for a prominent existence like the Crucible King that is famous in Mansu, let alone that.

The Grassmaker's reputation is obviously not as big as that of the above.

As if to express his attitude, almost at the moment after the forget-me-not finished his mouth, a certain fresh smell appeared in the botanical garden, and the greenery that was so thick that it almost dripped filled the surrounding space , You can even burst the pulp with a twist.

The thick darkness trembled and faded away like a skin, revealing the grass green, and a series of loud drums sounded like a heartbeat, and a series of joyful laughter spread into the thoughts of everyone present.

At that moment, a tangle of tangled "plants" appeared in front of Li Lin's eyes. It had no boundaries, and it was undergoing small changes every moment, and cheerful laughter sounded every time it changed.

In the interlaced traces of fresh green and dark green, exaggerated smiling faces appeared and disappeared, squirming, twitching and trembling like stinging caterpillars climbing on fruit trees.

That is the real body of the grass maker, the ivy with many aliases such as "gardener", "gardener", and "grass grower". Its roots are between the inside and outside of Mansu, and go deep into the cornerstone of the dream Among them, absurdity and hypocrisy are used as their own merits.

【Influence: Vigorous greenness】

[Third-order "grass" influence. 】

[Only the most unique place where grass grows will burst out with such power. 】

[A third-order influence.One part of the "grass" phase requires one part of the moth phase, one part of the cup phase, and one part of the heart phase. 】

[Power and danger intersect with each other and become one! 】

[The current influence does not exist in the waking world! 】

Therefore, this joke was so powerful that the straw maker was so happy that Fan came over to take a look at Master Li.

Professor Heinrich next to him could tell at a glance that Li Lin was looking directly at the grass maker. While he dared to be jealous of Master Li's good luck, he had to marvel at Li Lin's specialness—he To be able to look directly at the grass-maker without going mad?

No matter whether they are true believers or not, the Named Person and the Sichen cannot be looked directly at, because they or they are actually the entities of truth and norms, as believers who follow these power norms, they will only look directly at Him Their moments self-disintegrate into pure essences of power for the Sichens and the Named.

This is why there are such things as rituals. Its essence is not just to invite Si Chen's divine power, but to serve as a filter so that believers will not be destroyed under Si Chen's gaze.

"I hope he won't make any abnormal requests." Professor Heinrich thought silently.

When the grass maker is in a happy state, he often praises and gives gifts to apprentices who perform well, and Li Lin undoubtedly meets this condition.

Under the gaze of everyone, Li Lin's eyes widened, as if he was confused by the grand scene in front of him. He slowly raised his arm, and then slowly put it into his crotch under the astonished gaze of everyone...

This action is familiar to everyone here.

Forget-me-not took a breath of fresh carbon dioxide, choking on his own saliva and coughing repeatedly.

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Some people may question Li Lin's sexuality. They call this kind of sexuality that likes huge aliens and doesn't get along with others anyway.

After all, they are still hanging out in the world when they are awake, and their three views have not yet reached such an advanced level.

"Oh my god, this is too weird." The exile sighed subconsciously.

"Weird? What's wrong?!" Professor Heinrich retorted dissatisfied. Although he didn't understand Li Lin's behavior very well, as a believer in the Grass Maker, the exile's lament undoubtedly doubted the Grass Maker's behavior. "beautiful".

"The grass maker is beautiful and good!"

"Remodeling... How can you have a dispute over such a thing?!" Forget-me-not did not expect that this group of careless people could quarrel over such a stupid thing.

When the scene gradually became absurd, Nian Tuanzi, who was lying on Li Lin's head, punched Master Li in the eye socket, and then the tail hanging on top of Li Lin's head instantly became longer and hot, sweeping the surrounding space.

The two colors of dark red and bright yellow flashed in the darkness, a hot flame was born in the void, and it spread to the distance, burning away the strong smell of grass.

The powerful third-order influence dissipated into the lower-level moth, heart and cup influences, and then under Nian's will, they were used as fuel for the burning fire.

In an instant, everyone present woke up.

"...Even the blood of the earth can't maintain self-awareness?" Forget-me-not's eyes lit up slightly, and he reached out and pushed his lens.

If this is true, then the Grassmaker's honorific title of "Foundation of the Woodland" may not be false.

The blood of the earth is the blood descendant of the wheel and the flint, and the Moth King drilled out of the wheel and ate it up. His blood led to the birth of the silk tree, and his personality was inherited by the thunder skin.

Able to influence Earthbloods, the Grassmaker's power is far more amazing than Forget-Me-Not imagined.

"Of course it's not that serious." The exile reached out and pressed the feather decoration on his temples, "It's just...a little illusion."

At best, it was like eating some fungi, which made her a little excited and overly sensitive.

Heinrich suddenly asked: "What's going on with Mr. Abraham?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Li Lin's serious illness is beyond the reach of the draftsman.

On the other side, Li Lin pulled out his hand, and there was a green seed in his palm.

Upon closer inspection, the surface of this seed has complex patterns composed of new green and light yellow, and it presents different colors every time you look at it.

[Seed: Ivy’s Recognition]

【Phase: cup, heart, moth】

[A seed with a unique pattern, it is still sleeping at this moment.So are the cornerstones of the woodland. 】

It was obviously a gift from the grass maker, but its nature belonged to Si Chen and Huan Shan's standards. In fact, the grass maker had revealed one of his secrets to Li Lin. Among the many forest Si Chen , what he really follows is the ancient Si Chen named Huan Shan.

Gazing at this very special-looking seed, an idea suddenly flashed in Li Lin's mind.

"The grass maker gave this seed...seed..."

"He gave you an inherited chromosome." Nian whispered in Li Lin's ear.

The words were transmitted into Master Li's uniquely diseased brain, and Li Lin's eyes instantly enlarged: "Really? That's a good thing!"

The excited Master Li pulled a few people around and said: "I plant a seed today, and tomorrow I will grow a group of vine monster girls..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Lin's eyes gradually blurred, and a group of little girls with emerald green hair seemed to appear in front of him, calling for his father to surround him tenderly.

"Don't grab it, there are hot dogs." Li Lin smiled cheerfully.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the bitch has started to get sick again."

Nian Tuanzi said, and then flicked his tail on Li Lin's forehead, waking up Master Li who was about to enter the illusion again.

"I seemed to have heard some insulting words just now." Li Lin thought thoughtfully.

"You heard it wrong," Nian said. "Is it normal for a psycho to hear the wrong thing?"

"It makes sense." Li Lin nodded.

Li Lin raised his hand and put the Nian above his head on the ground, and then kicked it up.

"Oooh."

Nian Ling flew up, and when he was about to disappear, he threw his tail around Li Lin's neck. The two fell out of the stairs on the second floor in the middle of the botanical garden, and rolled all the way into the woods.

"In short, we have already helped you solve the problem." The exile's eyelids twitched, and he looked away from the two who were fighting in the bushes. "Then what about the reward?"

Just as Professor Heinrich was about to say something, a flash of green light seemed to flash in front of his eyes. His body couldn't help but leaned back, but returned to normal after a very short silence.

"The reward I originally prepared for you was not the painting—" Professor Heinrich said, "But if you want it, it's not impossible."

This conversation was somewhat unexpected. Originally, the exile planned to visit the University of Rostock.

It's like you and a group of silly buddies in the dormitory were joking with each other using Guo Nan, and then suddenly a classmate sent you a message saying that some girls called you Stinky Guo Nan.

You don't even know their names.

But there was no reason not to drink the welcome wine that was served, and the exile nodded slightly: "Make an offer."

She has already made plans to pay with the years.

Professor Heinrich's expression suddenly became a little cramped. He rubbed his hands, and his forehead was slightly sweating: "Just now the grass grower reminded me...that you are a bloodborn."

The Exiles didn't deny it.

"Bloodborn always have a special status in the woodland." Heinrich stammered, "so as long as you win, you will definitely be favored by the ministers of the woodland—"

"You want me to give you a hand?" said the exile.

Heinrich sighed. Now that the words had been spoken, he had nothing to hide.

"Yes, I want you to become an immortal in the forest after winning this war - you are collecting precious items left over from the last historical era to open this path, right? So I hope you will become After the immortal, support me."

"Okay." The exile nodded, "But I won't fight against the powerhouse of the immortal level for you, and you need to pay another bill."

"I know." Heinrich's face showed joy, and he quickly returned to his residence in the botanical garden, and took out a square-shaped object wrapped in heavy silk.

"That's the kind of treasure you want—although it is indeed precious, almost equal to the history of the University of Rostock, but it is only significant."

Heinrich rambled, "In the First World War, the University of Rostock lost a third of its books and collections...Maybe it would be better if it was in your hands."

"The war will not end like this," said the exile suddenly.

She had a premonition that the First World War was not the end, and the confrontation and struggle of the three Basin Chens were in full swing. The last war was actually just the fuse of the next war, and in the 20 years of peace, A base of uneasiness is already lurking.

Whether it is Austria, or Germany surrounded by the Black Forest, or the Ming Empire, which continues to entangle with its own vassal state after victory... the flames of war will eventually rise again.

The Exile hadn't asked Forget-Me-Not or Vertin about it, and didn't need to.

"Maybe." Heinrich shook his head, "But that has nothing to do with me."

After paying a handling fee, the exile put this treasure in his suitcase, and then left the secret realm of Rostock with Li Lin and Nian who were shouting.

When they saw the light of day again, the face of the forget-me-not following them suddenly darkened.

The University of Rostock blocked internal and external communications.

After he left Rostock University, he received the message from the non-human disciples:

Not long ago, they witnessed the Foundation's agent "Si Chen" at the port of Rostock.

Not only that, the non-human disciples also saw Wilding open his suitcase in a hidden corner of the port, and dumped out a ship whose shape was incompatible with this era.

"Ship? Ship?!" The forget-me-not's expression was a little out of control. He put his hands on his eyes and sneered, "The pirate captain?"

"Miss Snyder."

Forget-me-not standing at the gate of Rostock University, more and more non-human disciples came out from the shadows of the streets and alleys, clustered around him, and gradually a huge shadow like a dragon snake rose from behind him.

The earthly bishop of the Reshaping Hand watched the exile calmly: "Can you do us a favor?"

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"Tell me."

The exile did not refuse. A hasty refusal at this time would only make the Reshaping Hand represented by Forget-Me-Not suspicious of her.