Reverend Insanity

Time flies fast, seemingly swinging between the fingers, until mid-June.

On summer nights, the golden moonlight highlands hang in the air, showcasing the Green Mountains.

The wind was blowing and the leaves floated with the moonlight. Cicadas frog drums together, occasionally, there is a wolf howl, coming from far away, echoing on the green mountain.

On a beach, the creek flushed out a white smooth rock. By the beach, a battle was going on.

A boar was covered in long, deep, elongated wounds, tapped on all fours, rushed to the source again, and the wounds were bloodshot, printing a bright red road.

The source does not panic around it.

This boar is dying of serious injuries, but it is precisely this state of beast that is most dangerous. They will give off the last light of life, more madness and difficulty, and accidentally they will be followed and their stomachs will be knocked out by fangs.

The square surface is calm, the dark eyes of the unseen shine in the moonlight, and the cold light flashes.

His 500 years of experience precipitated him, immersed in battle on the one hand, and part of his mind disengaged from this battle on the other, constantly alerting himself to the movements around him.

On several occasions, when the boar was hunted, other creatures came to the mixing ground. One time it was a boar, and a few times it was a wolf, and even once it was a stray tiger.

Over time, the boar's offense finally slowed down.

Fangyuan eyeliner amplified, a few steps fiercely, suddenly approached the boar, then short body lifted shoulder, the boar howled and carried.

Drink!

Fangyuan sighed low, his face rose red, his hands held up, and raised the boar up.

The boar struggled weakly.

Fang Yuan's body fluttered, which caused his full strength to throw the boar vigorously.

Boom, the boar was struck by a huge rock on the beach, and it cried miserably, accompanied by a fractured rib crisp.

It fell from the boulder and gushed out a burning stream of blood from its ears and nose.

It struggled a few more times and finally lost its breath.

There was calm around.

The river runs wildly, carrying the blood of a gorilla red pig all the way to the distance.

“My power now can resist a pig! Try the boulder of the tunnel tonight.” Fangyuan stood still, gasping heavily and hiding an excitement in his eyes.

These days, he continues to use white magic to mirror his body and grow his strength. He can clearly feel his strength growing.

He used to fight wild boars, he had to fight with the moon blade, and now he can even carry wild boars. Significant progress has been made in the growth of power.

Of course, the White Horse Horse will not give the source unlimited power of growth, to the maximum extent of a pig's power. Once you reach this limit, you can't take advantage of the White Horse and increase your energy.

“I can lift a whole boar now, but that doesn't mean I can be direct with the horn force. It's like a strong man can hold another strong man, but there's not necessarily a power gap between the two strong men. My power, it can grow again. ”

After feeding all the pork to the white potatoes, the square took the pig's teeth off with a hunting knife, and finally cut the already damaged wild boar's skin, which led to a secret hole in the stone seam.

As for the pig, he didn't have to deal with it. During the summer night, the beast appeared infrequently. It was not long before the beast smelled this bloody smell and rushed to clear the field for Fong Yuan.

Back off, it doesn't matter if anyone finds out. The wounds on the boar were “processed” with a knife, and no trace of the lunar blade attack could be seen.

Back in the red cave, Square threw two wild boar teeth in the corner at will.

Wild boar teeth collided with each other, making a crisp bang.

In this corner, there's already a small pile of wild boar teeth. They are the result of recent hunting in Fontainette.

The square diameter went straight into the tunnel and came back to the bottom of the tunnel.

Walking in the tunnel, the footsteps echo in the tunnel. A dim red light in the field of view.

Nothing has changed, and the boulders are still there, quietly lying ahead. As for the pit where the flowers were dug, it had been re-filled by the source.

Drink.

Fang Yuan came to the stone, raised his hands and pushed hard.

However, his face rose, giving him the strength to eat milk, while the boulders remained intact.

“I am now fully capable of barely lifting a boar. But the boulder, at least five or six boars, weighed together. I can't push, not surprisingly. The power of a winemaker is inherited. It's not that easy!” Square glanced for a moment, and his mind estimated.

Nor was he discouraged to drill out the tunnel and return to the chamber above.

Pick up the bamboo cartridge against the corner of the wall, the square dish sits directly on the ground, unplug the lid of the bamboo cartridge, and pour out the animal skin map and a piece of bamboo paper.

He unfolded the animal skin map and began to memorize it again, occasionally drawing shallower marks on the ground with his fingers to help him remember.

He's been doing this since the day he got the picture.

Square Source has no storage utility trick and cannot carry the animal hide map with you. It would be inconvenient to fight with a bamboo barrel on your back. So, Fong Yuan worked hard and was ready to put the animal skin map in his head.

Some things are troublesome, but it's best to do them all. People who are often afraid of trouble and not actively resolving it in their lifetime often end up in a rather troubled situation. This theory has been understood in previous generations.

“Memory is good when you're young. I have now silently memorized most of the maps in my mind. If you were old enough to carry this, you'd probably forget it while you carry it. Ha-ha-ha… Of course, if I had a book worm, I would feed it with a map of the hide of the beast, and from then on, as long as the book worm was intact, I would always remember this map clearly. ”

Fangyuan has a liquor worm, a whitewash, and begins to look at Shu again, hoping to get a book worm.

Bookworms, comparable in value to liquor worms and whiteworms, are rare varieties in a spinning worm, expensive in market value, and have been in a derelict state.

In the previous life, Fangyuan had not received a liquor worm, a white magic, but had accidentally received a book worm. The bookworm has since been promoted and has been with him for 60 years.

“Forget it, the number of bookworms has always been scarce, and in a short period of time the imagination has not been forthcoming. In fact, after rebirth, I am now in a much better position than I did in the same period in my previous life. At this time in my previous life, I was turning to the first stage, while others, such as Fangzheng, Akagi, and Asahi, had already reached the upper order and left me far behind.” Fangyuan is not the kind of person who has the tip of a diamond horn. Just think about it and you'll be released.

He is still quite satisfied with the progress made today.

I am middle class, the others are middle class. With C and other qualifications, it is very difficult to hang these A and B and other qualifications of the same age. Among them, the role of the alcoholic worm is greatly appreciated, in addition to which it is supplemented by the rich experience of the cultivation of the old ways.

On the other hand, that's why he's here.

He robbed and blackmailed all the same windows, and these men, under the guidance of their elders, worked hard to exercise their fists and feet. So in invisibility, it involves their energy and reduces the time they spend nurturing tips. This leads to this life, where they are still weaker than they were for the first time.

But even so, they're not far from the top.

The early training of the magician is relatively easy, and the effect can be seen in a short time. Especially the Ancient Moon Square, Ancient Moon Desert, and Ancient Moon Red City, which has been repaired to have a hidden anti-super-square source.

With continuous practice, these three individuals or qualifications, or strong support behind them, have begun to show obvious advantages. Using alcohol worms to create a difficult and leading situation is almost non-existent.

Of course, this is also related to his recent hunting, the use of whitehounds to empower, and the considerable diversion of energy and time.

“At this time, it is estimated that in a short time, someone will take the lead in advancing to the upper echelons. The top first person will receive a reward of thirty yuan stones. But this reward, I'm not going to argue.” The source has already made a decision.

If he throws aside his maneuvers for the time being and strikes the upper echelons with all his might, there may be hope of victory. But this is not what Fangyuan wanted. Thirty stones are good, but he is not short of them at this time.

The main reason is also that he needs to keep a low profile and hide himself now, so that he can safely inherit the power of the florist only if he reduces the attention to himself.

That is his primary purpose.

“The awards in the classroom are only intended to inspire participants to practice as a sweetheart and part of the family system. It's the unwise who get caught up in these little flies. ”

Fangyuan retracted his mind and stared at the animal skin map.

The animal hide map is divided into two sides, with the day recorded on the front and the night recorded on the reverse. Lines of various colors are interlaced vertically and horizontally.

These lines, either straight or curved, have a special connotation. Only Wang Laohan knows best, unfortunately he is dead. But even if he were alive and forced to explain, he wouldn't necessarily be able to tell the truth.

These days, Fangyuan relied on his own knowledge and experience, and compared it with bamboo paper to interpret almost all of it successfully.

“The red fork should represent a dangerous, forbidden place. This red fork is wrapped in a herd of boars and should be a boar king. With my current strength, meeting a boar king is a dead end. Huh!”

Fang Yuan thought of Wang Laohan and couldn't help but snort.

Red forks in this place, not on bamboo paper. If Fang Yuan truly believes in this bamboo paper, he will probably die one day under the fangs of the boar king. This old man is really smart and old. He wants to avenge his son's death, but he doesn't do it himself. He wants to use the power of the boar king. This way, if he kills Fong Yuan, he can stay out of it.

“But what do these three places mean by painting red circles?” The source is puzzled.

This is the last question on the hide map.

Three red circles, marked in three very remote places, at the same time very far apart, surrounded by few herds of animals, are somewhere safer in the wild.

“Red fork is forbidden. What is red circle?” Square source is in contemplation again, "generally red is the most striking. Old man Wang marked the red circle in these three places, which means that these three places are important to him. Too bad these three places are a little too far away, or I'll find out. ”