The Portal of Wonderland

“What happened to this thing?” The sight of Ishimaki similarly fell on the black tablet in Husseillet's hand and asked.

“I suspected earlier that the board was not simply a tool for recording the names of the disciples who participated in the competition, but * * * * studied it and found that it contained a subpoena that could be used to convey messages. ”

When Ishima heard this, she picked up the brow tip and seemed to think of something:

“What do you mean? ”

“Yes, I just got a message from the Pluto Church.” Husseillet said, the grey light appeared in his hand and his fingers lit several times in several places on the black board.

A pale white light emerges on the surface of the board, condensed into a few lines of small white letters.

Ishimaki glanced over a few lines of small letters, the content was simple, to have Husserley bring these winners to Quyang City as soon as possible, and there was a sense of urgency between the lines.

“Senior Mo, what do you think of this?” Husseillet put the tablet away and asked.

“Looks like what happened, and the western summer is no longer at peace.” Thinking back to the black wing lion vulture you saw during the day, the stone herd sighed.

Husseillet nodded slowly, apparently with Shi Mu.

“When you reach Quyang City, find an opportunity to give up this messenger status.” Stoneshepherd said.

“Yes,” Husserley hesitated for a moment, saying.

In this period of time, he became more familiar with the apostle's identity. This feeling of high status made him quite enjoyable. Suddenly, he wanted to renounce the identity, and his heart did not give up.

He laughed and cast aside this absurd thought and walked back toward the stone herd.

“Stone, what are you talking about? And where is this place?” Caier looked at Husserley's distant back and asked with a twisted neck.

Shi Mu smiled, looked at the sky stars, then took a ride back, and at the same time said what happened in the days of Caier's coma briefly.

“Turns out, so many things actually happened to me in the days I fell asleep...” Caier shouted, dancing up and down on Ishima's shoulder.

“If everything goes well and it won't take long, we'll be able to reach the Sikha mainland.” Stoneshepherd said.

Colour's eyesight increased dramatically, which was a real surprise for him.

He looked west, his eyes gleamed.

……

Southeast of the ancient western country, between the Lu Shan dynasty, there is a small country, the Weiguo.

The Patriotic Land is narrowly curved, immediately adjacent to the eastern forests and Linhai provinces of the Western Xia Ancient Country. There is only one medium sect in the country, the dense branch, and also the Patriotic State Church.

Due to the fact that the section is at a certain distance from both the Church of Pluto and the Church of Tongtian Immortals, and for a number of other reasons, it has been safe for many years with these two bulk groups.

Only nowadays, in some towns on the border of the Patriotic State, there are many more Daoists dressed in blue robes.

All of these people have martial arts magicians, but mainly martial arts. Most of them carry swords, sticks, guns and other magic instruments. They have been repaired from the day after tomorrow to the day after birth. They have almost completely wrapped up the inns of several towns on the border with the country.

For this anomalous situation, whether it is the Royal Family of the Patriotic Nation or the clandestine subordinates who have opted for silence, it would seem that they are unaware of the matter.

The border between the Weiguo and the Donglin Province of Western Xiaguo is two mountainous mountains that stretch for miles. At the junction between the two mountain ranges, there is a 100-blank mountain passage with a Baipeng camp stationed at the entrance.

This is the only major traffic point that can be reached from the ground to the eastern Lin province of the ancient western country. It has been manned by the Royal Guardian and the clan factions for many years. Due to the fact that there has never been any conflict between the two countries and that the day is easy to guard and attack, there are fewer and fewer people stationed here and most of the camps are vacant.

At noon, the sun burns and exposes the earth, causing the ground temperature to soar and the heat to soar.

A young girl in a green dress with a light veil on her face gradually approached the mountain camp from afar, carrying a small cloth package behind her.

In an otherwise quiet camp, a bald-headed monk of about thirty or forty years of age appeared, with big fat ears, a scar on the top of his head, an apricot yellow monk uniform strung up, a string of black beads around his neck, fist-sized beads, small only adult thumb size, light gold lines in a circle on the surface.

He touched his slippery head and took a few steps toward the girl in green who was still dozens of feet away:

“Please stop! ”

The girl in the green shirt did not seem to hear anything, and continued to walk towards the fat monk. Instead, her figure accelerated by a few points.

“Hey, I said doll, I said stop!” The fat monk shouted again, hurrying out a big, fat hand.

“Monk, are you talking to me?” The girl in green shirt looked at the fat monk and asked him back, but her footsteps were still there.

“I said doll, this wild mountain, can you see someone else?” Fat monks are a little depressed.

“Oh, I stopped, monk. How dare you ask?” The girl in green said, stopping.

At this time, however, she was less than five fat monks away.

“... where are you going?” The fat monk looked at the green girl in front of him, scratched her head and asked.

“To the western summer country.” Green shirt Girl's Way.

“Go back.” Fat monk.

“What?”

“I said let you go back. ”

“Why? I do recall that the Patriots did not forbid entry into Western Summer. ”

“That's not true. But it's a mess now. Zombie skeletons, bandits, robbers. What are you doing? ”

“I'd love to. ”

“ …… ”

“If nothing happens, please excuse me, I'm in a hurry.” The girl in green shirt said, turning around the fat monk.

“Hey, let me tell you the truth, don't go to this western summer country. Look at you. You must have just come through Mocktown, right? I don't see any difference in town.” The fat monk sighed, "he said.

The girl in green shirt heard, stopped and looked at the fat monk.

“There's going to be a big mess, and if something flashes up in your girl, poor monk, it's a sin.” The fat monk said, reading the Buddha with his hands together ten times.

“Thank you, Master, but the little lady has to go to Western Summer.” The girl in green shirt gave a gift to the fat monk and walked around the fat monk towards the mountain passage.

As a result, he just took a few steps and shook the yellow shadow in front of him. The fat monk was still moving in a blink of an eye, blocking the girl in green shirt again.

“Master, what does this mean?” The Green Shirt Girl frowned.

“Girl, if you have to enter the Western Summer Country, go through the poor monk level first. If you can hit a poor monk, or touch a poor monk in the corner, you're through.” Fat monk.

“Okay!”

The voice of the girl in green shirt has just fallen, a breath no less than that of a congenial martial artist emerged from her body, her figure leaning forward, one hand lightning caught towards the fat monk.

“Oops, you pussy punch whatever you want, leave no prep time for the poor monks!” The fat monk seemed to jump, but was slightly overweight, just enough to escape the glitch of the green girl as fast as lightning.

But shortly afterwards, a fist struck, another fist struck from a diamond angle.

However, the fat monk's figure was the ultimate in inspiration. Once again, on the slightest side, he avoided the past.

“Master, be careful!” The green shirt girl's eyebrows tightened, her breath rose, her fists were wrapped in a blue light, and the clothes floated between them, emitting a strong fluctuation of water properties.

The next moment, his double-fisting speed multiplied sharply, only slightly blurred, changing to more than a dozen blue boxing shadows, toward the fat monk cover.

Fat monks appeared panicked and flashing, feeling a little panicked, but just enough to avoid all the attacks of the green girl, not even a single piece of clothing was touched.

At this moment, the young lady in green suddenly reached out and pulled off the light veil on her face, revealing a perfectly fragile face, but it was Zhong Xiu.

At this moment, she was surrounded by blue light, a mouth, and a silent fluctuation erupted.

In the moment, the blue light around the body turned into dense and numb blue light rain, centered on the Zhong Xiu, spread around, turned into a blue blue water light, a strand of near-transparent light blue wave in the water light, straight to the fat monk roll, the speed is amazing.

“Bi Yan Wan Bo Kung! ”

Fat monks screamed and flew backwards, but eventually slowed down, slightly touched by a light blue wave, their eyes flashed a hint of disorientation.

At this point, Zhong Xiu arrived shadowy, single-handedly punched out and hit the fat monk in the chest.

But nearly touching the fat monk's chest, his eyes slightly hesitated, and Harsey removed 90% of the force, continuing to shoot towards the fat monk's chest.

However, less than a breath of pause, the fat monk's eyes instantly became clear, then his figure was slightly blurred, and the next moment appeared outside the number of brothers, leaving Zhong Xiu's punch empty.

“It's dangerous, it's dangerous, it scares the poor monks to death!” Fat monk just stood still and quickly clapped his chest with a fat palm, looking unsettled.

At this time, the blue water in the sky returned like a long whale absorbed water, fell into Zhong Xiu Tian Ling lid, disappeared, but his face was hidden a little pale.

Zhong Xiu seemed surprised and was about to say something, but the fat monk's voice sounded again:

“Awesome, Awesome! Three pints of Phoenix blood, with Biyin Wanbo kung fu, is a perfect match! I didn't expect the young girl to have such a charm. Even rarer is the kind heart, so let the poor monk let you go into Western Summer. ”

The chubby monk shook his head in surprise.

“Master cultivation is deep and I don't know what to call it?” Zhong Xiu asked.

“Ha ha, poor monk, don't call me a master. By the way, the so-called mile encounter is fate, this object is for you.” Fat monk laughed, flipped with one hand, with an extra thumb-sized black bead in his hand, and threw it at Zhong Xiu.

“How can I accept the Master's things!” Zhong Xiu shocked, his subconscious caught the black bead, and his hands were warm as jade, which seemed to contain some strange energy, causing people to sweep and empty their hearts, instantly calming down.

“Here you go. Well, I'm going to bed, doll. Suit yourself.” When the last word came down, the fat monk figure was long gone.

“Zhong Xiu, thank you Master Miaokong! ”

Zhong Xiu glanced back slightly and hesitated, respectfully speaking back.

Later, she also did not carefully measure the black bead in her hand, put it close together, looked at the mountain passage, and her beautiful face showed firm color.