Maybe I just have a gravitational attraction with weirdos, or maybe the protagonist of a story that can be passed down through the ages must be far from ordinary...
Omo couldn't help but think this way as he looked at the man with thick hooves who crawled back to the shore like a normal person.
He was obviously pushed into the river, but when he came up, he didn't even say a word to him. Instead, he took off his soaked clothes and pants without any hesitation. Even his cloth boots were taken off by him and he slapped them hard on the stone. on the block.
If he wanted to dehydrate it, this operation would be too rough, which made him think about which dynasty this was in the so-called Great Yan history.
According to local reality...well, he has never thought about the origin of this kind of festival.
Although it is not ruled out that he has seen it in some miscellaneous web pages and books, but at the moment when the chip function is temporarily disabled, his "knowledge and strong memory" passiveness is completely gloomy.
But even so, he could still raise his hand and make a flame with a relatively normal color appear in mid-air.
He can still respond normally to the magic power he refined and accumulated while he was a human, and to the demonic power he has developed and specialized as a demon.
Even the monster cards in his pocket are emitting steady fluctuations.
It was also at this moment that the man with the plump hooves who was already slapping the tightly rolled up clothes with his arms really showed the reaction that an ancient person should have - he was completely startled, and then looked at Omer with a bit of surprise and awe. .
"Ah, it turns out you are really a heavenly master..."
"So?" Omer noticed his choice of words, "How did you guess it?"
Although he was a little unfamiliar and confused about the ancient Tomyam-style name of 'Tianshi', he was more concerned about the message his words and deeds exposed in the eyes of the 'locals'.
And this question also caused a confused look on the other person's face: "Did you seriously ask?"
Then, the man's expression changed again: "Are you a god who lives on the mountain?"
A quick thinking reaction, like a conditioned reflex developed in the face of some long-term threat... Omer thought this way and asked again:
"What do you mean by the gods on the mountain?"
"You're not from the mountains?"
"I'm from Longmen."
"Longmen? I've only heard of Yumen, but that's a long way away."
"It's also a very far place, but compared to this, you haven't answered my initial question."
"Question? Oh, ask me why I know you are a heavenly master, right?"
"Exceptionally curious." Omo nodded, wondering if there was some special way of perception in this script world, or if there was some imprint on the customer that only NPCs could perceive.
The distinction between these can often make some sense.
But the other party gave him an unexpected answer:
"Movements, movements, our scholars here don't hold their left hand with their right hand when doing salutes, as if they are hiding their thumbs. That's what you Celestial Masters do!"
There is actually a difference in etiquette. The salute made by ordinary people and the saluted by Taoist priests are two different categories... This actually made Omo, who had considered it before and restored the etiquette greetings described in the book "The Three Extremes of Evil Qi Secrets", reminded him of the more ancient customs. Early memories.
Regarding those Taoist test papers in the source energy subject.
He had also considered whether to major in Tom Yan Yuan Energy, although he didn't know much about it, and it took him a few seconds to think about many of the contents before he could make an impression.
"...Walking the yin and embracing the yang?"
"Yes! Yes, that's what you guys said."
"That's it...thank you for clearing up the confusion."
Somewhat melancholy, he realized that this was purely a gap in his own common sense, rather than a stage rule that could be exploited. Omo turned around and no longer looked at the man in shorts: "So there are gods living in the nearby mountains?"
"What do you want to do? I advise you not to think about going up the mountain! The gods on that mountain have a bad temper. It is said that they carved this river back then."
"..." Omo heard this and said dryly, "That's really scary."
He looked at the ditch that was three to four meters wide and indistinguishably long. He compared it a little in his mind and felt that his grasping beam could also do it.
If you use Renlong's cards, it will probably be easier.
But his mood was really heavy.
Long before, when the uneasiness of being disconnected from the outside world was still there, but when he found that the firepower reserve was stable enough - he felt a little uneasy.
no limit……
The special power of monster cards is difficult to be restrained by conventional rules. However, devices that can suppress magic and demonic power can be purchased by clicking on the online store, and this is usually one of the necessary facilities in those experience stores.
This is very important, especially since your role-playing interaction doesn't even have a host.
With a host, you can battle wits and courage with the unruly people, but without a host...
'If it can be done, it must be a hidden method! How can you say I cheated! ? '
'If it can be done, it must be a hidden method! How can you say I cheated! ? '
Therefore, games without a moderator usually have more, thicker, and more detailed rule books.
Unless the design team lacks common sense, does not refer to peers, and does not listen to advice - this kind of team has only been heard from others.
After all, the analog imaging industry has declined these days, and there are not many new entrants. Those who are still persisting must have two brushes.
Never make such a stupid mistake.
It is true that the production teams mentioned by Ms. Matomaru before are all time travellers. It is possible that people from other worlds do not have the 'care' and 'professionalism' of the locals, but when you think about the so-called land of Terra, there is no lack of it. Danger, especially to so-called 'gods'.
According to the information collected on the forum, there are many gods worshiped by faith in the land called Terra, but only in the land called 'Fire', a specialized agency for 'gods' was once established.
Nowadays, the official name for 'god' in that land is "behemoth", and there is also "megasology" that specializes in studying this group of people.
While other lands are still worshiping, 'Yan' has deconstructed the existence of the so-called gods, and the price is that Dayan no longer has a god in the true sense.
Only the "fragments" and "obsession" of God are still wandering around as proof of the great achievements achieved in the bloody drift.
There is no doubt about the danger of the giant beasts, and the gods who once lived in the Great Flame Land were either killed or expelled, so that only one "Fragment" of their apparent existence is still active.
Miss Xi and Miss Nian are both one of them.
This is not important, what is important is - she (they) are the only remaining giant beasts on the surface, does that mean that all the 'gods' in Dayan are unable to get along with others?
Maybe not... Homa thought.
A country's human army's crusade against the gods is itself a confrontation between two camps.
Perhaps there are some of them who are friendly to human beings, but are limited by their positions and attitudes towards their compatriots and find it difficult to stay.
Such a possibility is certainly worth preserving, but he is also a somewhat 'pessimistic' person as long as it does not involve subjective thoughts.
Maybe there will be a 'good god' inside, but he will first consider the premise of meeting an 'evil god'.
But compared to these, he turned to look at the man who spread out his clothes and waved against the flames, and asked: "First...brother, may I ask what you call me?"
Then he attracted suspicious eyes from the other party.
"Are you a heavenly master or a scholar? Why are you still talking about brother?"
"It can be anything." Omo didn't care about this. It was his sincerity to do as the Romans did, but there was nothing he could do if his sincerity was ridiculed and was not in place.
After all, the test paper really doesn't test how Taoist priests address people.
And this also made the man with horns look even weirder.
"So casual? Then shall I call you Scholar Tian?"
These words sounded a bit like Bize's retardation, and once again the feeling at the beginning of the article arose in his mind, that someone seemed not to be there, but also seemed to be there at any time.
"It's self-defeating, what do you call it that?"
"Cowherd."
"...That doesn't sound like the name."
"The old man said it's easy to make a living with a bad name."
"..."
It seemed vaguely that he had heard classmate Dong Yan talk about this principle, but compared to this, his vision was more focused on the ink painting scenery beside him.
In the sky between the clouds and forests, there are the Tomyam characters that have just appeared, and they will appear in the clouds.
[There are Han people in Weitian, and there is light in the prison.
The Weaver Girl stands on her knees, sleeping seven-fold all day long.
Although Qixiang is not a newspaper.
Look at the bulls and don't take them to the box]
Some kind of reminder?
Omo guessed, then looked at the Cowherd who was already putting on his clothes, and asked: "May I ask what the gods on the mountain have been doing recently..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard bursts of thunder. He subconsciously looked up at the sky and saw that the swirling white clouds were darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was even a faint sharp light flashing out.
"Well! That's not it. I just said he was irritable.
Finally, there are the words and sentences in "The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Dadong". The records about the Weaver Girl and the Altair constellation are considered to be the original version of the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
They just complained that Vega didn’t weave and Altair didn’t drive a car—they were put together purely to satirize the Western Zhou aristocrats for not doing anything.
(End of chapter)
