"What a strange pair of young people." Riya said, "They should be from the south."
"South?" the old man asked, "Isn't your status unusual?"
In the old man's opinion, those kinds of poems were definitely not something that ordinary people could write.
Riya nodded, and then teased: "Are you willing to go with me now?"
"You didn't think about not taking me with you, did you?" The old man stared at Liya and said mockingly, "I'll tell you when you come in."
"Indeed," Riya said with a wry smile, "I really lack manpower, otherwise I wouldn't bother you like this. Anyway, I'm going to put this old face to death today, so I have to kidnap you away."
"Well, you too, you can't stop at your age." The old man sighed and continued to smoke his pipe.
"Okay, stop complaining about your mother-in-law and mother-in-law. Hurry up and pack up and set off in a while." Although Riya looked like she was being blamed, she was still giving instructions.
"Look, what do I need to bring here?" The old man looked at Riya sideways, and then glanced around the room coolly. The implication was that he had nothing to wear and his sleeves were cool.
"Let's go then?" Ria said angrily.
"These wine bottles have to be thrown away, otherwise they will get bugs." The old man pointed at the rows of empty wine bottles in the room. "Then what are you waiting for?" Ria asked in surprise.
"I'm waiting for you." The old man said with a matter-of-fact expression.
Riya was speechless.
So the two began to get busy.
"Hey, tell me, if you don't come back from this trip, have I tricked you?" Ria stopped what she was doing and suddenly turned around and asked.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then said leisurely: "Well, it's the same as the two of us picking up these empty wine bottles here. I know that I may not be able to come back, but I still have to do what I need to do, right? ?”
This time it was Riya who was stunned.
After the busy work, the two packed two large bags of empty wine bottles. They were heavy, one bag for each person, and it was very difficult to carry them.
The old man still had the pipe in his mouth. Before leaving, he glanced back at the dark and cramped apartment behind him. The manuscripts were still scattered on the table and the floor. He recalled that he had packed everything he needed to clean, and then closed the door neatly.
"I saved my whole life to buy a house like this."
"Yeah. Then what?" Riya looked at him funny.
"fine."
The two of them were standing on the corridor balcony and were about to go downstairs. Ria glanced at Mark Street and said, "There are really many New Christians in your area."
"Oh, don't you know this area of Mark Street? There are all kinds of 'artists'." The old man curled his lips and said, his tone full of ridicule.
His words were mostly a sarcastic reference to those young people who indulge in the love of men and women.
"Speaking of the Protestant sect, their behavior is tantamount to pouring excrement stains on that peerless oil painting, and interspersing the exquisite music with two solos of a male duck's voice. Such dehumanizing behavior is in their eyes. It seems to be a matter of course, which is really sad." The old man was filled with indignation when he said this.
"How can there be a unique oil painting in this area?" Ria teased with raised eyebrows.
The old man thought for a moment and then smiled and said: "That's right. Most of the people who perform on the street now are just coveting the bodies of those stupid noble girls, and they are very despicable."
"It's hard to say who took advantage of this," Ria said calmly.
"Hey! You are a normal person, why are you talking like this? This is inconsistent with your status as an elder of the Universal Religion." The old man laughed and scolded.
"Hey, tell me, am I too paranoid towards these nobles?" Riya asked on second thought. In fact, he sometimes doubts whether the ideal he wants to implement now has selfish elements in it. For a person like Riya, his ideals are not just for him.
"Then you have to think about where your paranoia comes from." The old man looked at Riya deeply, "Or, do the people living at the bottom have this kind of paranoia?"
"Haha, I haven't said what we are going to do on this trip." Ria laughed.
"I really didn't guess what you were planning to do, it was just a quick chat. Is there some tacit understanding?" the old man asked curiously.
"Let's talk on the way back to Zantz," Riya said.
The old man nodded.
When the two of them walked back to St. Ruskin's Cathedral from Mark Street, things were almost over in Mengpu.
Good guy, the scene in front of her made Riya dumbfounded.
Literary treatises, classics, scrolls, celestial bodies, chainmail, silver javelins, small furniture, and all kinds of odds and ends were packed into a carriage, which was almost full of people.
Compared to the old man who only brought a pipe, Meng Pu wished he could move his home.
"Are you...going to escape?" Liya asked, looking at Meng Pu blankly.
When the old man heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
Meng Pu looked at Riya's expression and felt a little embarrassed, and whispered: "Elder, did I bring too much?"
"How about... I take it off a little more?" Meng Pu looked at Riya and asked.
After hearing this, the old man started to hold his stomach and laugh.
Riya waved her hand, "It's important to be in a hurry, forget it."
Meng Pu scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
"Is everything done?" Riya said angrily.
"It's done, it's done." Meng Pu nodded hurriedly.
"Ji'ao, get ready to go."
"Okay, teacher." Little Freckles responded and sat at the front to get ready to catch the bus.
The remaining three people were struggling to find a "place to stay" in the carriage.
At this moment, Meng Pu glanced at the old man curiously. He always felt as if he had seen this man somewhere.
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Lom town.
In Alvin's airship bedroom.
A black mist suddenly appeared, just like the day when we fought against the giant ice dragon.
Alvin frowned, feeling cracks and twists begin to appear in the time and space around him. He instinctively stood there, at a loss. It wasn't that he was so surprised that he couldn't even perform basic magic defense, but that he didn't know whether using magic at this time would bring greater danger. Just like the time and space cut by the two new moons, for those who want to use their power to escape from its adsorption, the adsorption force will be greater.
He looked at the "darkness" that could not be seen to the end in the center of the black mist, not knowing how wide or how deep it was. He felt that the black mist was like a ferocious beast that could swallow people at any time. But when he stared carefully at the "bloody mouth", it seemed to be exuding endless mystery, as if all the mysteries in the world were contained in it. The non-divergent black light strands, like strands of ink hair, caressed his face, welcoming him as a visitor.
In an instant, a charming figure appeared in the black mist.
The curled up figure was like a newborn baby. The exposed skin can be broken by a blow, and it is as tender and soft as a child.
It looks like the beauty is sleeping soundly, but the traces of tears are still clear. The delicate eyelashes were curled steadily, so playfully, but they could not hide the sadness between her eyebrows.
Alvin looked at the familiar peerless appearance with the delicate red hair, his heart suddenly trembled, and he couldn't help but breathe heavily.
That is the person he often thinks of when facing the setting sun, and it is the "hard to leave" that he often laments about not being destined for. The words "If you miss me, come to the north to find me" were his last affection for her. He thought he was cool, but he would often lament that she would never come, and he asked her to put down her dignity and identity. He didn't feel that he had reached such an important position in her heart.
But what if? He also has this selfish expectation from time to time.
"Lan Yu!" He yelled and rushed towards the black mist.
But the moment the fingertips touched it, the deep black mist disappeared, and the woman in the mist also disappeared. Everything seemed like a dream. The spare and messy Alvin himself.
"Is it possible that I've always thought about it, and there will be echoes?" Alvin had such an illusion for a moment.
But he immediately rejected the idea.
"No, it's impossible. What just happened did happen." Only then could he clearly feel the tearing of time and space in the room. For him, the controller of time and space magic, this feeling was too familiar.
Alvin's roar traveled through space and woke up Lan Yu who was in the ice and snow.
Lan Yu raised her heavy eyes, and the bone-chilling cold all around hit her, especially the freezing cold in the snow on her back, which made her almost lose consciousness.
She raised her body with difficulty and looked at the vast snow-capped mountains around her, her mind also filled with confusion.
"Where am I? Why am I not dead?" Lan Yu asked in surprise.
In summer, where would there be so many icebergs?
So Lan Yu quickly figured out that this was the Traledi Mountains. Only this large mountain range has the wonders of being covered with snow and biting by the cold wind all year round.
"But how did I get here?" she couldn't help but ask.
Her last memory was that Herod used time and space magic. She was completely unable to resist, and she couldn't remember anything after that.
"Huh? This thing came here with me too?" When Lan Yu was thinking, she noticed Alvin's staff at her hand.
She remembered that she was wrapped tightly around the staff, and now she couldn't help but blush when she thought about it.
Lan Yu picked up Alvin's staff and looked at it carefully, and noticed something strange. The purple-cut stone on the stick turned into an extremely ordinary transparent stone.
But she clearly remembered that when fighting Herod and others, this purple stone was still effective.
She remembered what her teacher Fei Yue said again, "It goes through longer years than you think."
She thought that it was impossible for the staff to age due to her own spell casting, causing the magic stone to lose its magic power. There must be some special reason for this.
So she used her magic power to sense the stick, and then something strange flashed across her face.
"Could this attribute be that of falling crystal?" Lan Yu doubted her own judgment. She actually caught a trace of free falling crystal breath on this staff.
Although she didn't know how to use fallen crystals, the Guangzheng Sect mined so much from the mountains of Maine every year, so she had studied it secretly and curiously, so she was no stranger to the properties of this mineral.
But she clearly remembered that this was a purple-cut stone staff. How could it be related to Fallen Crystal?
"Could it be related to the time and space magic that Herod brought over?" Lan Yu thought with a frown.
"Or is it related to the owner of this staff?" She thought about whether the little bastard's time and space magic would have any subtle influence on the purple stone on the staff? She vaguely felt that it might be this staff that saved her life.
She shook her head, and she really couldn't think of a reason. She thought that when she saw that little bastard in the future, she must catch him and ask him clearly.
Of course, now is not the time for her to think about this. She had to find a way to get out of this big mountain range first.
The cold wind blew by, and she shrank for a while. She looked down and realized that she was in a state of being "unclothed."
"Ah!" Lan Yu couldn't help but screamed. She had never experienced such an embarrassing situation in her life.
How ragged are these clothes? That means covering the left side will expose the right side, covering the top will expose the bottom, so how to cover this is very particular.
If Alvin were here, it would be a feast for the eyes.
