The Gate Of Good Fortune

No wonder Xiaoning's Ningcheng is called Hangzhou Rolling. It is easy for her to guess that Ningcheng saved her from Shikong Kai and Hangzhou.

Instead of helping her own savior, Ningcheng, she helped Hang talk in that cabin. Being a person like her is probably already a worse woman than a scum in Ning Cheng's eyes.

She remembered what Yue Ying said to her again.

“Sister Lu Xue, you must have misunderstood Brother Ning. Brother Ning is not that kind of person. I lived in a house with Brother Ning for a year. I know who he is best. If he were such a person, I would have been his..."

“Sister Lu Xue, I've heard others say that Brother Ning is not well and misunderstood him. But with him, I realized that he is not really the type of person that other people say, please trust Brother Ning. At that time or for other reasons, you misunderstood Brother Ning. ”

“Brother Ning said that sometimes it is not necessarily the truth that I saw with my own eyes. I never understood this before. It was only after Brother Ning told me that I knew...”

It is not necessarily the truth that she saw with her own eyes. She saw with her own eyes that Ningcheng called Hang Zheng Rolling. She was disgusted with herself and came out to help Hang Zheng. But the truth is, Ningcheng knew Hang Zheng was an evil repair and was helping her.

But Ningcheng explained it. Can she believe it? In fact, after the explanation of Ningcheng at Longfeng College had become clear, she could never believe anything Ningcheng said. If Ningcheng had stood at the mouth of that canyon and said he was going to wipe out all the blue stone doors and kill all the Brother Xuandan who was blocking the road, would she believe it?

She didn't believe what Ningcheng said. Why did Yan Xiao believe? Still volunteering to help, are you really this far from Yan Yan?

“Lu Xue, are you okay?” The look on Naranjo's face seemed a little odd, and he asked in haste.

Naranjo struck a spirit and woke up. What was she thinking? Now is the time to compare to the swallows?

“Brother Boy, I want to ask you something.” Naranjou suddenly said solemnly to a whirlwind.

I don't know what Naran Ruxue means when he triumphs, but he is very happy. Don't say that he works with his cousin, it's just that an ordinary person begs him to do things, and he will also help, “Ruxue, please say to yourself that we are all disciples of mindless sects. If you need anything, I can help, I will definitely help you. ”

“I had fallen into the hands of Hang and Sky Kai before, almost destroyed. The Hang Dynasty also came to the rule road, I would like to invite the cousin to meet Hang Dynasty, can hold her, let me ask her a few questions.” Naranjou bowed and asked.

With a twitchy eyebrow, he said angrily, “This person dared to attack my unsung disciple, even if Lu Xue's sister didn't tell me, I know about this, I will never let her go. ”

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Ningcheng has been walking for two hours in this empty, silent black sauce, with nothing but bones and fava wreckage under his feet. It was also empty in the mind, Ningcheng sexually took out a chair and sat down.

Under the infinite rush, surrounded by empty space, he sat in the rush, if painted as a painting, would it also be a work of art?

Ningcheng thought indiscriminately, or one day he would be a dead bone in it, and then someone took out a chair and sat on his dead bone.

Ningcheng doesn't know what he should do now, don't say he is not in the mood to practice, even if he is in the mood to practice, he will not dare to practice. He's a monk. There's no spirit here. What happens to him when he runs out of spirits?

“Or I could stay here for a couple hundred years.” Ningcheng muttered to himself that the maximum life expectancy of Brother Xuanju could be up to 400 years.

Then Ningcheng shook his head again, maybe before his life was over, he was already mad.

Or he can continue to refine the alchemy, but it's useless to refine the alchemy. His grass has been refined. What's he doing? Besides, if you can't get out, what's the use of alchemy alone? He only has five million spirit stones on him, which for him will soon run out.

Ningcheng sat alone for half a day and put away his chair. He decided to find out if it was really infinite.

Afraid of the dusty, Ningcheng took the dusty dusty dusty out of the storage bag and placed it on his shoulder. Then sacrifice the flying magic treasure and prepare to find a way out.

Ningcheng soon found that as long as he flew above a certain altitude, he would be suppressed immediately. And he flew forward, no matter how long, in the same environment, the same silence. Ten consecutive days later, Ningcheng put away the flying magic treasure, he felt something wrong, even if it was bigger in here, he could not fly for ten consecutive days, it could not be infinite.

Just when Ningcheng felt strange, his mind actually swept into a monk. A monk walking in black sash, just like him.

Ningcheng ecstasy immediately stirred the sky cloud wings rushing past.

“My friend, are you also caught in the Blood River Vortex?” Ningcheng was already excited to greet the monk before he got there.

But one of Ningcheng's hearts quickly cooled down, and the man was ragged * * * and the dirtiest beggar on the street. Not only that, but his body was as thin as a bamboo pole. If Ningcheng hadn't seen him with a storage ring in his hand, it would have been doubtful if the man was a monk.

He walked barefoot and read words as if he had not heard Ningcheng at all.

Ningcheng approached some, finally heard what this famous monk was saying, “No puppet wind, shapely, first privilege for guests, dark red, for Xuan... the cloud of the ring cloud array, its cloud, should fall red as an earthquake...”

Ningcheng is a third-level sorcerer, and when he listens to this, he understands that he is studying the method of formation.

Watching this man gradually go away, he did not continue to follow this man, he knew that this man had been studying formation here for a long time and had gone crazy.

At the same time, he understood where he was, and he must be in a formation. This method may be a natural method of formation, and if one day he can figure it out, he can go out. If he can't figure this out, he'll be as pathetic as the man he just passed.

Ningcheng must have had a higher level of combat law than that of the monk who had just passed. At least that monk already knows that this is a method of formation, and if you want to get out of here, you have to get through it.

Ningcheng went around again for seven or eight days, and he met five or six other monks like this, a lean yellow face, all of them in a state, studying the method of formation.

Ningcheng did not continue to look around, and he even wondered if there was something strange about the formation. Once you get caught in it, you can't pull yourself out.

But if we don't find this way out sooner, he'll stay here forever.

After hesitation and hesitation, Ningcheng decided to begin to deduce the method as well. He placed a limit on himself, and once he was caught up in it, he stopped deducting it and continued to deduce it once his mind was clear. There may be some Brothers who are better than him, but Ningcheng believes in his ability to deduce, and he believes that if he is given time, his level of formation will surely rise in a straight line.

Extrapolation and memory are inherently two elements of the matrix, which he happens to possess. Besides, he also has the origin of Xuanhuang. With the help of Xuanhuang's origin, he will not be lost in his mind, will he?

Ningcheng's idea was good, but he forgot that a lot of drug addicts thought so, they thought they could be stronger than others, they could be freed at any time, in fact, they overestimated themselves.

This was the case in Ningcheng. As soon as he entered the state of the derivative formation method, he immediately displayed a closed formation method in his consciousness. As soon as it appeared in Ningcheng's consciousness, it gave Ningcheng a feeling that he could go out as soon as he deduced it.

Derivatives and computational abilities alone, it can be said that no one in the whole of Yixing continent is comparable to Ningcheng, at this time his brain is like a high-speed running top computer, confined to all directions of the array method, the position of each foot was quickly clarified by him, deduced.

However, when he fully deduced the confinement method, he found that to open the confinement method, he had to unlock another method of concealment.

As a result, Ningcheng spreads from one form to the next, and his brain is getting more and more formations, and the formations are getting bigger. These are like drawings in his consciousness, one by one, one by one, and one by one. Ningcheng's consciousness constantly searches around for information, while simulating new formats one after the other.

Now Ningcheng is just like the monk he just saw, walking, rowing, and sometimes saying a few words in his mouth.

The only difference is that Ningcheng is really still deriving the formation method, and he hasn't lost his mind. It's not like the old monk, it's just a subconscious thing to do, even if you do it for the rest of your life, you won't be able to wake up, and you won't be able to figure out a real way out.

Without Xuanhuang's original scent to support Ningcheng's Minghai, even if Ningcheng's ability to extrapolate is countless times stronger than others, it will not escape the loss.

Fortunately, Xuan Yellow Pearl is a chemical, and Xuan Yellow Origin is the original scent. Even if Ningcheng uses the brain to transition, Xuan Yellow Origin can barely support him as long as the oil runs out of lamps.

A method of formation is connected in Ningcheng's brain, and this empty and boundless land of sash gradually forms an abbreviation in Ningcheng's sea of knowledge.

A month went by…

Three months later…

A year, two years, three years have passed...

For several years, only Dududu has been following Ningcheng loyally. Even if Ningcheng gave a lot of Dan medicine, Dudu had to save money. In this place, if there is no dandruff, it will starve to death.

At that time, Ningcheng also became a bearded and wrecked monk, and he still deduced the method of formation. In the meantime, he would wipe the shoulders of some monks, but nobody cared about him, and he didn't care about anybody else.

Unlike other derivative matrix monks, other people's derivative matrix is increasingly dim and even cloudy. And his eyes grew brighter, and from the first month he came in, he kept throwing flags. Without a flag, he could make one at will.

(The second chapter will be sent, you need to rest a little, and the third later, some cannot be added.

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