The Bald Monk in the City

Old castle library

Annie Tarris flipped through the quaint book in her hand. Judging from the mottled cover of the book, it should have a long history.

The book is titled "Avengers-Legends of the Times" and was found by Anne Tarris in the deepest magical area in the library.

As a student with excellent results in the first test, she was given some special permissions by Emma.

And one of them includes the knowledge that is still extremely difficult for them.

Annie Tarris was originally going to look for the existence of those legendary powerful taboo magic.

But obviously the college did not leave such a serious loophole.

However, Annie Tarris still found something interesting.

For example, she found that many of the books in it were from the hands of Dean Emma.

As for the basic books, most of them are attached with the words "This book originated from the G-star heritage and was presented to the hospital by the legendary monk-Yi Qiu".

Annie Tarris is not very interested in those basic books.

She hates the kind of magic that requires knowledge of various complex spells, which makes her feel like she is doing another form of "Three Years College Entrance Examination and Five Years Simulation".

And it's still an enhanced version, she can't even understand the exercises now.

But despite this, she still occupies a leading position among those students.

Because, how can she, Annie Tarris, admit that she is stupid than those little butts?

However, Dean Emma once communicated with her privately, and she was able to go another way:

You don't need so much recitation or study, just develop those ancient powers that originate from your body.

Annie Tarris thought this was great, but she didn't think it would make her relax her demands.

She, Annie Tarris, should and must be the best!

Although she didn't like the knowledge of magic that tried to explain it with another forbidden logic.

But Anne-Taris likes magic, she likes the unknown power that cannot be controlled freely for her.

It belongs to her world, and all mysteries and truths are transformed under her will.

This should be her, Annie Tarris, what she should control!

Not some **** exercises!

Well, in order not to do any more exercises, Annie Tarris stretched a lot.

Afterwards, Annie Tarris talked about the book in her hands:

Yi Qiu, a word that is familiar to Annie Tarris.

She read this name in her elective course schedule.

Yes, in their elective course table, their meditation teacher column has this name written on it.

Although Annie Tarris had never seen this person, he was like a huge shadow, leaving a deep mark on him in this world.

This made Annie Tarris full of curiosity, and she was eager to understand the things behind this name.

And the book she is holding now describes him...

On the front page of this book, Dean Emma's name and a small print are written:

"There are always some people who shine in the waves of the times, and some people choose to create the times..."

"Allow me to introduce to you: Yi Qiu, a legendary monk, my best friend, the first person to achieve a legend on this plane that once belonged to the area of ​​dead magic..."

There was a small light coming in from the windows of the library, and in the deep inner area of ​​the library, Anne-Taris sat quietly on the ground.

A ray of sunlight came in obliquely, and Annie Tarris moved outside.

After feeling the warmth brought by the sun, Annie Tarris squinted comfortably.

The story described in the book has just begun the prologue...

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"For so many years, I finally look forward to today!"

In a house in a certain mountain, a withered old man felt the weak breath of beating.

In many years, this is the first time he is so close to the realm described in the book.

Although, it's just the realm of entry...

But even if this is the case, how many people dream of it.

And existence like the old man is not uncommon on this land.

This is not a world without inheritance, it's just that those inheritances were once outdated and temporarily bleak.

With the gradual changes in the environment, they began to usher in their own spring.

Although it is late spring, it is still full of heart...

"Unfortunately, Lao Li left too early."

"If he is a little late, how can he be willing to die, how can he die?"

The old man wiped a bit of moisture from the corners of his eyes, his hands were cold, but he looked muddy.

However, the old man has never felt much sadness in his heart, how many roads have passed, how can he be stunned now?

The rice porridge in the pot was still stuffy, and some scents faintly leaked from the iron pot.

Those inheritances that can have a long vitality have a variety of beliefs endowed in the inheritance.

Those with few beliefs are good, and some are even more outdated.

But under this relatively harsh environment, they often have their unique vitality.

Some are based on people's expectations for beautiful things, and some are based on human greed that never fails.

But no matter what, those who still stick to this path always have some past that is difficult for others to talk about.

After all, life is as happy as ever, and someone will look for the fairy in the mountain?

In the end, it's hard to settle...

At this moment, the old man's cell phone made a ding-dong sound, and it seemed that a friend on WeChat chatted with him privately.

Real seclusion never lies in isolation from civilization.

It lies in how to get rid of your shadow and fetters from the crowd.

Those who beg to stay alone in the mountains are just playing with their own shadows.

Since there is nothing in your heart, how can you care about this mountain or that farmhouse?

The old man clicked and took a look. It was his old friend who was enthusiastically sending him the joy of his accomplishment.

The old man knew that he had built a room on that famous mountain, and he was hard to reach on this unknown mountain.

But whether the other party is really happy about it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The old man also knows well...

"What do you want? Impermanence is not too late, it is better to play with my yellow chicken."

The old man waved his hand and slowly got up from the chair.

The decay of life and the emotion of reincarnation, just in this slow rise, there is a bit of taste.

That taste is unbearable...

"Gluck..."

The yellow chicken outside the house screamed for a few moments, probably busy with reproduction.

And just as the setting sun was about to set on the opposite mountain, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the house.

The old man frowned. It was probably the skill of an old man. He heard the footsteps a little strange.

Just when he put down the spatula that was used to fiddle with rice porridge, a middle-aged Taoist knocked on the door and entered...