Abyss Express

The adventure begins again——

——Bu Meteor is twenty-six years old, a teaching assistant and a student of Galahad.

The moment he boarded the train, he found a sense of freshness that he had not seen for a long time. The wars of the past few years had made him a little tired. Every time he went to a new place, he would either behead his head or shed tears, clean up the mess left by the Mad Butterfly Sect, and hear The story is bitter and astringent, as if the whole world is gloomy.

In the early autumn of 2032, this enthusiastic man was going to make new friends. When I came to the carriage, I looked around impatiently.

Holding the ticket, he left the two weapon boxes next to the luggage rack, found the seat number on the ticket, and immediately began to wait for his companion with great anticipation.

For this exploration mission, BOSS arranged a mysterious guest for Meteor——

——Ao Han Mingde knew that this kid liked surprises, so he didn't reveal the identity of the guests in advance. Quests to explore unknown plots usually require the dispatch of VIP units. The boss just marked it out, definitely not 3301.

The mission to explore Shinto City is also Meteor's VIP trial mission.

At this moment, there is no one else in the huge carriage. Going to the Pacific Rim geological plate, there is no traffic station or trade transfer station along the way.

Meteor waited for a long time, calculating the time in his mind, seeing that the train was about to leave the station, he confirmed with the conductor, the fireman, and the flight attendant again and again that there was indeed such a traveler.

At the critical moment of the last ten seconds or so, I saw a shadow, sprinting from the platform to the leading road to the Council of Five Kings, as if Bolt had possessed his body, both legs ran out of the afterimage, and finally rushed onto the train Iron plate, got into the compartment.

Meteor was stunned for a moment, as if frightened, he took a closer look.

This person is six feet tall, more than 180 centimeters, with a well-proportioned body, three-dimensional features, and a kind demeanor.

There is an indescribable weirdness——

——The man had a standard Asian face, his expression was calm and natural, and he was wearing a black wide-sleeved cardigan gown, and a national trendy shirt with a black background and gold silk embroidered yellow dragon inside.

Besides, this person's accessories are a bit particular. He wears a pair of square-framed sunglasses. From the iron-making process of the frame and the inscription on the temples, it is the pyroxene made by Lingweng—he is a black stone man.

It is always night in the underground world, where is the sun except the king of salary. It's too weird to hang a pair of sunglasses on your face every day.

Before the meteor opens its mouth—

——The visitor introduces himself.

"Luo Ping'an, did you ask for advice?"

Meteor looked at the old immortal of [The Gate of Wonders] in surprise, since he came to the Nine Realms, the Anonymous changed his system, and he has never seen this old comrade who retreated behind the scenes.

Ah Xing immediately replied: "My name is Bu Liuxing! That's it."

Before Meteor could finish speaking, Daoist Ping'an immediately answered: "The second in charge of Anonymous, I have admired him for a long time!"

Speaking of this false name, Mr. Ping'an cupped his fists and bowed, revealing the ruler in his wide sleeve, which must be his stick.

I have seen this measuring ruler before, and Teacher A Ling once had one too. It is a titanium-plated rigid ruler made from Mingde's remains, called "For Heaven's Evil".

At this moment, the ruler in Mr. Ping'an's hand is longer and thicker than the one in Mr. Aling's hand. A Xing is also curious-how did this object be hidden.

He followed behind Mr. Ping'an, spying on Mr. Pingan's expression from behind.

——Mr. doesn’t have long hair, but a clean cropped cut. He has no other accessories, and he doesn’t wear a Taoist robe or Hui sword. Apart from a pair of white silk martial arts pants, there is nothing special about him.

He was full of questions, but Mr. Ping An didn't take the initiative to ask, and it was not convenient for him to ask.

After the two sat down, Meteor twisted like a maggot on the seat, feeling that he was neither sitting nor standing, he wanted to say something, but an unknown force prevented him from speaking.

He feels it! That is Mr. Ping'an's spiritual pressure.

It's like a mountain, a living, breathing mountain.

Although Daoist Ping'an's voice sounded very young, and the enthusiasm of self-introduction when they first met was very kind, but when he arrived at the long table in the carriage, Meteor was like a child, who dared not make mistakes when he saw his elders.

So he twisted and twisted for a long time, finally remembered the morning class that had been missed all the time, and started exercising immediately. He thought to himself——During this journey, he must regain some muscles!

Luo Pingan: "Are you sick?"

Meteor had just finished a set of push-ups when he heard this surprised question.

"Oh! Mr. Ping An."

"Don't call me Mr.!" Luo Ping'an frowned, his face was full of disgust, and he became philistine and vulgar: "As soon as you open your mouth, I think I'm going to give out red envelopes."

Meteor stood up, not quite understanding what Mr. Ping An meant.

"What's the meaning?"

Luo Pingan explained: "There are so many disciples in my mountain gate. They grow up and get married. I want to give red envelopes. I want to give red envelopes when they have children. I want to give red envelopes when the children grow up. From 1932 to 20 In 20032 - I sent out more than 6 million red envelopes."

The wide sleeve robe was waved, and Mr. Pingan rolled up his sleeves and sighed.

"Hey! Silver taels were sent at first, then Yuan Datou, disciples and grandchildren first called Master, then Master Shizun, and finally ancestor! I asked them not to call them, but to call them Mr. Later, it was good, and they would call me as soon as they heard Mr. Money! - PTSD please! I really know how to Shit!"

Meteor didn't expect this old fairy to be so trendy, and when he spoke Mandarin with a Fujian accent, the mountain-like spiritual pressure gradually dissipated.

He smiled and sat back opposite Mr. Pingan, and asked.

"That's safe! What constellation are you from?"

Luo Pingan turned on the phone and glanced at the memo: "Taurus!"

Meteor immediately said: "Good Taurus! Good Taurus! Make money quickly and spend money quickly! I am very rich! We must have a lot to talk about!"

"It depends on fate if you have something to talk about or not!" Luo Pingan rolled up his sleeves to pour tea for Meteor. He lifted the cups of teapots on the long table and made something for this young man, A Xing. He was very down-to-earth Anger: "I don't care about money! Ah Xing, I told (Han) you that money is endless, and life has to be passed slowly - too soon, it is easy to get evil, and there is that extraterrestrial demon flying over. .”

Meteor listened with relish, he liked chatting with this kind of talkative uncle the most.

Daoist Ping'an went on to say: "All kinds of thoughts fly together! How terrifying is it! Look at the young people nowadays, their souls are in the country for a while, and then go abroad following the video in the next second. , running around but not in the body—that heart, a lot of evil spirits have entered, children and parents quarrel, men and women quarrel, brothers also quarrel, it seems that people quarrel, but in fact it is two The evil spirits in my heart, the heavenly demons collided, and they were about to start fighting. It’s not like people are doing things at all, they are all insane and under control, drink tea and drink tea.”

Meteor: "Mr. Ping An."

"Don't call me sir." Daoist Ping'an interrupted: "If you keep shouting, I will instinctively put money into my clothes. I practice swordsmanship and martial arts to protect my relatives and brothers, but I don't have the conditioned reflex to pay for money—stop shouting." oh!"

Meteor laughed out two rows of big teeth: "Hahahahahaha!"

"Smiling, how happy." Luo Ping'an looked serious, which was very in line with Teacher A Ling's serious nonsense character: "I'm serious, you listen carefully."

"I met friends when I went out, and I was about to make friends, but the first action was to pay, which was very sad."

"When the road is injustice, I draw my sword to help. It is difficult to help others. It turns out that the first action is to pay, which makes people even more sad."

"Mr. was used by both men and women in ancient times, but now it can only be used by men."

Luo Pingan stopped talking halfway through.

"Forget it, forget it, I can't say this, it's off topic. Drink tea and drink tea, calm your mind, Taoism is natural, yin and yang are in harmony, and you will live forever."

Meteor quickly said: "I'm drinking, I'm drinking, brother Ping An."

"Thank you. I want to thank you." Daoist Ping'an said with a smile, "Then I will be the eldest brother and help you overcome the calamity. You have to listen to me this time! Otherwise, your life will be in danger."

This sentence is a bit like a charlatan fortune teller——

—— Meteor didn't take it seriously, but just asked why the Taoist priest stepped on the car just now.

"I just saw Brother Ping'an running into the car in such a hurry, why?"

Luo Pingan said bluntly: "Something happened."

Meteor asked: "Oh, is it very important? This time is my VIP trial mission. Could it be that Daoist Ping'an is still preparing his weapons?"

Luo Pingan then bluntly said: "I overslept."

Meteor spewed a mouthful of tea out of the window.

Luo Ping'an described: "It's such a powerful water-type fairy art, most people can't spray it so far."

Meteor: "Just because you overslept?"

"How?" Luo Ping'an didn't mean to joke: "Isn't life just eating, drinking, and sleeping? The five bodies, five elements, and five things, birth, old age, sickness, death, reincarnation, and reincarnation, isn't sleeping a big deal? The biggest thing is it strange?"

Meteor shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Luo Ping'an went on to say: "To be a man, you must tell the truth, do the real thing, and be a real person—I'm not going to lie to you, a child. I just went to disco last night and overslept. I remembered this one in the morning." Work, woke up by Wu Wu's phone call."

Saying so, Ping An's expression twisted.

"It's a fierce beast! Super angry! Fierce! Tell me how important this matter is, this month's performance, overtime salary, and holidays! I really know how to shit this kind of boss! It Arranging a partner for so many people, not one for me? If you want to treat them differently, I need to help you do things."

"Your pyroxenes and sticks are all given by good cats. My things are all entrusted to the alchemy room and the mysterious workshop. Please be kind to me, brothers and sisters, and give me the whole time and the whole equipment! It’s like getting on a pirate ship, and on the mast of the thief ship stands a fairy with a charming posture, telling you to double cultivation.”

"Go up and have a look, oh! Wow! Anyway, it's really wow!"

"Uncover the deck, and there are five hundred thousand horses in the magnetic field waiting to jump on you!"

Daoist Ping'an pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders, his double chins came out, his posture was very rich, and his expression was very vivid.

"Ah Xing, we are not in the same unit. My big brother can teach you a few more words. Don't blame me for being a daddy everywhere. Don't blame me for being too fatherly."

"The Blood Butterfly Cult is indeed almost wiped out by Anonymous, and there are still many, many bad people who use the banner of benevolence and morality to deceive the public with money for grandstanding, and live a life of bluffing and deceiving. The deceived are only brainless, so be careful! "

Daoist Ping'an just scolded Meteor behind his back, not saving face for the boss at all.

"Look at this good cat, because of its beauty, it seduces you young people to work hard. Although the treatment is enough and the sincerity is sincere, but...but I don't!~"

"The point is that I don't have it. The most painful thing in the world is that others have it, but I don't."

Meteor: "Hahahahahaha!"

"You're still laughing!" Ping An refilled the tea for Meteor: "You've got to be a real person too. You can laugh when you want, cry when you want, and say what you want. It's the happiest thing in the world."

Meteor nodded fiercely: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"Hey, what's the question!" Mr. Pingan was also straightforward, and immediately got straight to the point: "Go on, I know you must be a curious baby, seeing that the sky is full, the bridge of the nose is square, and the thick eyebrows and big eyes, you must be affectionate. My little friend, your lips are still so thick, the little sister who kisses you is extremely happy."

The scenery outside the window flew by, and across a wide underground waterway, the sound of water splashing in the valley could be heard.

Meteor yelled loudly, I'm afraid Taoist Ping'an couldn't hear clearly.

"Brother Ping An has always been like this. Is this style?"

"Where there is, people will grow." Ping An immediately replied without thinking: "I used to be suave and handsome, but now I am only handsome and always tell the truth. Girls don't like it—— The wind won't blow."

Meteor still had some doubts in his heart, so he continued to ask.

"Aren't all the people who are cultivating and seeking the Tao in the TV dramas I watched?"

Ping An immediately replied: "It's an idol drama! It's about making money. Of course the show should be good."

Immediately afterwards, Ping An Daoist began to chatter again.

"Let's not talk about two or three hundred years ago, just a hundred years ago, at the gate of my mountain in Daxia, there were still people who were not fully clothed, engaged in production and construction, and the old farmers who farmed had no sleeves, and my own face was yellow. Yes, they are all studying this tool for turning the land—how can life come from without farming, and the immortals played in TV dramas are all gangsters.”

Meteor: "Underworld?"

"That's right, I fight and kill all day long." Daoist Ping'an immediately said, "If you have nothing to do, you can take a knife and a sword and go to the street, lest people don't know that you are a double-bonus red stick in the sect, and if you disagree, you will start a fight." , after the beating, there is not even a mud mark on the body - the younger sisters like it like this."

"The fight between the Immortal sect was about grabbing territory. Look at the Nine Realms going up. Wasn't that the same in HK earlier? The movies made all talked about how beautiful Haonanzai is and how powerful he is at killing people. That gang The story of fighting for territory has now become a novel about cultivating immortals, and the most fantastic thing is that the double-flower red stick that cuts people every day can still be clean."

Meteor is coming Interest——

"—Brother Ping An! What is your sect?"

Still before Meteor finished speaking, Daoist Pingan seemed to have always had a magical power of reading minds.

he opened his mouth to answer.

"Wuxiu or Xiuwen?"

Meteor: "Martial arts?"

"It's the same as your elder brother's killing god." Luo Ping'an immediately said: "There are robbers who kill robbers, there are traitors who kill traitors, and there are stupid emperors, so kill the stupid emperors—use whatever weapons you get, and destroy them. If you don’t have time to repair it, if you don’t have a choice, you will become a weapon master over time.”

Meteor: "Will killing them all solve the problem?"

"Of course." Luo Ping'an didn't take it seriously: "Kill all the bad ones, and the rest will be good?"

Meteor: "What about Xiuwen?"

Luo Ping'an thought for a long time, but it was difficult to explain this orthodoxy clearly in a few words.

"It's just chanting scriptures, talking about reason, and making money. Without money, there are no resources, no medicine to cure diseases, no wind, no water, no good environment, and can't deal with evil spirits. The little brothers in the sect will be closed later. His disciples will turn bad—they just want the Zongmen to help him with things, and become monsters who only care about themselves and ignore everyone else."

Having said that, Ping An poured new tea for Meteor.

"Now the mortal world is the same, the human world is the same, there are so many evil spirits and heavenly demons, and there are beautiful colorful worlds everywhere, except that it is not our own, in that small screen - we must give people's true energy Sucked away, oh no, you call this Yuanzhi."

"There are so many commodities in high-rise buildings, but the money in my pocket can only buy one thing. It seems that I have everything, and my eyes are dazzled, but in fact I have nothing."

"In ancient times, I also liked to go to see my sister outside the Yihong Building, but I never went in—of course it was not because I had no money. I thought it was wrong, you can't sell your sons and daughters, and while denouncing this kind of behavior, I couldn't help but go Look. I guess it's me fighting myself, it's a practice."

"Now, everyone is looking at their younger sisters online, giving money to younger sisters, maybe it's an industrial upgrade, but adults start to dislike their wives, and younger ones start to fear that they won't find such a younger sister, and struggle in their desires ——It’s been a long time fighting with myself.”

"Yi Gua is mysterious, life is mostly ups and downs, water is deep and fire is hot - water, fire, yin and yang are constantly circulating."

"Tsk—"

Daoist Ping'an became dejected and became energetic again.

"—Don't talk about this! I am a student of [No Root Tree Taiyi Xuanmen], this is my label, and the promotional slogan for recruiting students Slogan is very easy to understand."

Meteor folded his hands, looking at the real person, his spirits glowed.

Luo Ping'an read the propaganda slogan of his own sect, and it was an emotional sentence that almost forced him to ask.

"Live again! How would you choose!?"

"The Savior is Busy Forking"

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"The Savior is Busy Forking"

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