Reverend Insanity

The bright sunshine illuminated Qingmao Mountain.

In the classroom, the old family elaborated on the point: “Tomorrow, we're going to choose a second trick for refining. Everyone has a successful experience of refining tricks, and this time it can be consolidated. Think carefully about the choice of the second trick. Combine these days of practice with an understanding of yourself. Generally speaking, it is best to use it in conjunction with the magic trick. ”

The magician's first trick, known as the zodiac trick, once chosen, undoubtedly established the cornerstone of development. The next second trick, the third trick, etc. all set the specific direction of the trickster's practice on this cornerstone.

After listening to the old words of the scholars, the teenagers couldn't help but ponder. Only Fang Yuan fell asleep on the table.

He worked hard in the middle of the night yesterday, and after returning to the dormitory, he still practiced as a magician and maintained his skills. It's just dawn, and that's when you start sleeping.

The scholars swept Fangyuan and frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

Ever since Patriarch Gu Yuebo said that to him, he has taken a relentless attitude towards the other source.

“What kind of bug should I choose?” When many participants think, they feel compelled to look at the source independently.

“By the way, Fong Yuan already has a second trick. ”

“Yeah, that's a booze bug. How lucky that the antidote can solve the booze bug! ”

“If I had a bug, would I have taken the lead in moving to the middle class? ”

Participants' thoughts fluctuated, envied, and jealous.

Since that day, after the interrogation, the ruminants of Fangyuan have been exposed. The origin of the liquor worm did not give rise to suspicion. At the same time, the people are also very emotional about each other's luck.

“How could I not be so lucky? Alas!” It is essentially the same as the ancient Red City of the Moon with C qualifications, and I sigh in my heart.

A long time ago, his grandfather trusted people to buy him a bug. It was not expected that none of his heirs as a branch would receive it, but the ancient Yue Fangyuan received it as a priority.

Compared to the grief and jealousy of Red City, he was also a deputy squad leader with a radiant spirit.

“Brother, I will surely surpass you.” He glanced at the source and said a word in his heart and retracted his gaze.

His eyes flashed these days and he was filled with a passion for life. His cheeks were red, his forehead glowed, and even his walking pace was light.

The scholars have always looked at these in the eyes and immediately understood that this is what the Ancient Moon elders have begun to covertly teach.

This small stove thing, of course, cannot be clearly stated.

The scholars keep one eye open and one eye closed.

It's night again.

Square source squeezed into the stone seam cave again.

Tingling bell...

In his hand, a rabbit struggled violently, wearing a bell around his neck.

This is a rabbit caught in the mountains, and naturally the bell was also tied to him.

After a day, the dullness in the secret hole has completely dissipated and the air is very fresh.

The opening of the tunnel is open and silent. The source squatted halfway to the ground, first taking a closer look at the ground. He sprayed stone powder on both floors last night, a thin layer of stone powder that was not noticeable.

“The stone dust at the entrance of the tunnel, as it were, seemed that nothing unclean had climbed out of the tunnel during the time I left. At the stone seam entrance of the secret hole, there was a footprint, but I just stepped on it. I see no outsiders have ever been here.” The source watched for a moment and relaxed.

He stood up, stretched out his hand, and pulled the dead vine off the wall.

Then he sat on the floor and pressed the rabbit with his legs bent and rubbed the vines with his empty palms.

No ordinary magician can do this, but Fang Yuan has too much experience in life. In previous life, when several times he fell into poverty, he could not even feed the worms and starved to death.

For some time, he was empty of true elements, devoid of trickery, like a mortal, even difficult to live. Without help, we learned to scrub grass rope, weave grass shoes, grass hats and other sales, in exchange for some metallic stone debris to barely paste the mouth.

At this point, rubbing the drafting rope, the memories of the source emerged again.

The bitterness and agony at the time turned into a silent laugh in his mouth at this moment. The rabbit struggles from time to time with his legs bent and the bell rings.

One pair is long and long, many times.

Fine, slowly, over the years, gather the years together, with twists and turns, with rubs and entanglements.

Rubbing grass rope, isn't that what life's all about?

In the secret cave, the red light is dark, the young and the mulberry intersect on the square face.

Time is also like standing here and watching the teenager rub the grass rope quietly.

Tingling bell...

Half an hour later, the rabbit quickly entered the tunnel and the bell on his neck clanked and a few breaths came out of square view.

The grass rope temporarily made in the hands of Fangyuan, one end tied to the rear leg of the rabbit, was dragged by the rabbit at this moment, swimming rapidly outward.

After a while, the grass rope stopped swimming.

This does not mean, however, that rabbits reach the end of the tunnel and may be killed by traps, possibly just stopping halfway.

The source began to retrieve the rope, and the rope gradually tightened, and he pulled hard.

At the end of the grass rope, an immediate force is coming. Then the grass rope swims out again.

Obviously the rabbit over there, suddenly dragged by the force, panicked and started rushing inside again.

So three or five times, the rabbit seemed to finally reach the end of the tunnel, and regardless of the source of the grass rope, the grass rope was just loose and tight, tight and loose.

Maybe it was rabbits that ran to the end of the tunnel, or maybe it was rabbits that fell into some kind of trap mechanism and got stuck.

It's also very simple to verify the answers.

Fangyuan began to harness the rope, his power where the rabbit could withstand, and eventually he pulled the rabbit out raw with the grass rope.

Rabbits struggle constantly at the end of the straw rope, but the straw rope picks the ingredients of the wine bag and the rice bag, although dead for many years, is still tough, not an unusual straw comparison.

Once again, the rabbit jumped alive into Square Source's hand. Square Source carefully examined the rabbit and saw that there were no wounds on his body, which caused a breath of turbidity.

“For the time being, this tunnel should be safe. ”

With this result, the rabbit also lost its role, and Fang Yuan pinched himself and threw his body on the ground at will.

The rabbit can't be released, and the animal has memories, too, in case it comes back here again, like a liquor bug, and brings in outsiders, that's bad.

He took a deep breath, and after a few tests, he stepped into the tunnel carefully.

Despite the rabbit probe, many trap agencies are specifically targeted at humans. Little animals like rabbits can't be triggered. So Fang Yuan had to be prevented.

The ramp is linear, tilted at an angle and extends underground. And the further down the tunnel, the wider the tunnel.

Fangyuan had just entered the tunnel and had to bend his head down. After more than 50 steps, he could lift his head up to his chest. Another hundred steps or so, you can shake off your bladder and wave around.

The tunnel is actually not long, only about 300 meters, but it took a full hour to reach the end of the tunnel.

On the way, he was cautious and step-by-step. By the end of the day, he was already sweaty.

“Trouble is not having a trick to detect.” The source wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and confirmed his safety before setting his mind and carefully measuring the end of the tunnel.

This observation corroded him.

At the end of the tunnel, a giant stone was blocked. The stone surface is smooth and protrudes in the direction of the source, like Jaffuna's rolling belly.

It was this boulder that blocked Fangyuan from moving forward.

Except for this boulder, the source is empty.

“Did accidental collapse of the middle part of the tunnel lead to clogging?” This is a very likely thing.

Before dying, the florist hastily created this power legacy. He used a thousand miles of cobwebs to hastily make a mountain tunnel. The tunnel leads to the depths of the mountain and guides the heirs forward.

Hundreds of years later, however, this tunnel could not withstand the erosion of time, and at some point, one of the tunnels fell out of repair for a long time.

All kinds of accidents happen in life.

“If that's the case, wouldn't I be stopping here?” He walked forward and touched the rock, which prevented him from moving forward, just as big as the door. You can imagine the thickness of its entire body.

Fangyuan can grind down stone walls with moonlight, but to grind down such boulders, one or two years of hard work is necessary.

“It seems necessary to use tools to rip the boulders apart with iron pickles and shovels. However, this inevitably reveals many traces. Some knocking sounds, too.” Thinking about it, the source frowned deeply. He is considering the risks and benefits involved.

If it was too risky, he would rather give up the power inheritance.

After all, if someone else finds out about the secret here, if he has made a layout and hard work before, it will cost him nothing, and he could be in danger of his own life!