Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

"I don't mind that the descendants of the geographer go to that place on my behalf..." The young man shook his head, lowered his hands and placed the last ant on the man's clothes on the ground.

"But Mahanabha!" The old monk shouted in shock at his words.

"I'll go, Master Chellang." Seeing the old monk's reaction, Mahanabha shook his head again. Then start chanting. "...I recall the past. The Ganges River sand kalpa. A Buddha came into the world. It is called immeasurable light.

"I wish to cross the sea of ​​suffering of all beings." The old monk lowered his head and waited for the Mahana Bowl to finish chanting. The morning light slowly lit up the first ray of light, and the flat ground lit up with dots of fluorescent light, like a Buddhist country carved out of white jade.

"Go to Mahanab." After reciting the sutra, Mahanab turned around and bowed to the small temple behind him. Looking down at the swirling ant colony, he smiled slightly, then stretched out his hand to point to the sapphire blue fruit, peeling off the pulp, revealing the fourteen-petaled bodhi seeds. The look of respect on the old monk's face upon seeing this scene was beyond words. Bowing his head, he kept reciting "The Great Situation Bodhisattva Chanting Buddha's Yuantong Chapter". Put the fallen pulp into the ant colony. Mahanabha took a step into the world.

In the dark little temple behind him, there is a towering Buddha statue alone, with a blue face and fangs and a thin body like a hungry ghost. It is hard to imagine that this is a Buddha enshrined in a temple. The overly tall Buddha statue almost reached the roof, and no matter who looked at it, he lowered his eyes, as if the pestle on his back would be lowered at any time. Makes the mind swaying with infinite fear.

It's hard to imagine what kind of people would choose such a place to do ascetic cultivation, and it's even more difficult to imagine how terrifying a fierce **** who needs to be suppressed by such a vicious protector Wei Tuotian.

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Chapter 25 The Proud Sons (2)

After class, He Yan put away her handbag, and after a few words with the class representative, He Yan was about to leave when a somewhat unfamiliar male voice sounded behind her. "Teacher He, can you tell me about the composition problem when you have time?"

Does anyone in the class have a voice like this? He Yan turned around with such doubts, "No problem, take your composition..." Although her face was pale due to anemia, although it was not too tall, it was obvious that her thin body would continue to grow. And the icy eyes that came out from behind the finely chopped hair. He Yan's voice froze in place.

"...Show me..." Although the brain has been shut down, the mouth continues to finish the sentence according to the previous inertia.

"Okay, here, Weeartohithim. Is there something wrong with the expression?" Xie Zhifei obediently handed over his composition. But I found that the teacher did not raise his hand to take it at all. So he tilted his head, "Teacher?"

"Ah?...Ah! I see." He Yan grabbed the essence of Xie Zhifei's hand, bowing her head to block in front of her. What's happening here? ! Xie Zhifei? ask questions? What the hell... He Yan is not very old. In fact, Qingyuan's teachers are not very old. As the most important university in the city, Qingyuan has always maintained the habit of actively absorbing fresh blood. Young teachers are almost the norm.

Teachers who have been training in Qingyuan for almost ten years are generally dispatched to other lower-level schools as a bargaining chip to boost the overall education level. Therefore, it was only in the fourth year of teaching that He Yan was shocked by the situation just now. After all, the name Xie Zhifei is synonymous with a big head in the mouths of teachers throughout the grade.

He is not a typical poor student. He doesn't like to skip classes. He rarely disturbs the order in class. He basically completes his homework and the like. Even if he misses one or two times, he will make up for it quickly. But I just don't like to study. In class, I would rather stare out the window in a daze than listen to the class. At first, the teachers would remind him, but after nodding as a response, they continued to be in a daze.

He admits his mistakes sincerely and resolutely does not change them. And the teacher basically has nothing to do with him. The head teacher called his guardian to find out that both his parents were dead, and the guardian selected by the state did not have much control over him. (Nonsense, that guardian is a thought!)

In particular, the enthusiastic head teacher found out after visiting his original junior high school and investigating the information about him in detail. Xie Zhifei was definitely considered a good boy of the good baby level back then. In addition to being like this, the scene where his parents died in front of his eyes had a huge impact on him. Such an atypical student Xie Zhifei has become a bunch of hedgehogs in front of many teachers, and there is no way to say anything...

In particular, Chinese and history teachers often lament that Xie Zhifei, who has a deep family background, can always get good grades even if he does not study these two subjects. But such a good seedling is abandoned, which makes people extremely sad. And then today He Yan actually met, he... has a problem! What kind of wind is this blowing? ! Suddenly woke up? But why is it not the language and history that you are good at, or even a very poor subject like mathematics, but English?

"Teacher?" Xie Zhifei looked at the teacher in front of him and fell into a sluggishness as he watched his composition text, and then began to ask.

"Oh, this. You're trying to say 'We're almost going to beat him up. "In this usage of o, to is a preposition, followed by an object, so it must be followed by a noun or a gerund. When near is used as a preposition, it can be followed by to or without to. So Weartohittinghim should be used. That's right."

The problem is simple. This kind of question He Yan encounters almost every day students ask questions. It can be seen that he did not deliberately trick himself, but really felt the doubt. But what made him suddenly interested in learning English? He Yan didn't come up with a reason until the end, only after answering a few more questions from Xie Zhifei. Looking at the pale boy, he bowed slightly to thank him and left.

Under the strange eyes of the whole class, Xie Zhifei sat back in his seat. I took out a notebook that I hadn't touched very much and wrote down the questions I just understood, and then read it twice silently. Then he took out a small book for memorizing words and began to memorize it. Completely ignore the strange eyes around. Even if the class bell rings, another subject teacher is already standing on the podium.

The question of how He Yan mobilized Xie Zhifei's interest in learning English was once the target of teachers' scrambling to inquire. But even people at the time couldn't say why. Only Xie Zhifei was still sitting in the last two rows of himself, reading English words in various classes, and then every day after class, he would go to He Yan and ask a few questions.

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When Xie Zhifei was reciting words in class, on the other half of the world, in a country independent from the birthplace of English, a girl with a small suitcase was walking slowly into a deserted town in the dark. son.

The United States is a country that is synonymous with luxury and urbanism in the hearts of ordinary people. It seems that people in suits and leather shoes shuttle through the forest of steel is the only face of this country. But in fact, a country with a very small population and vast land has many more places that are contrary to everyone's impression. The town the girl went to was one of them.

Colloquial names can almost only be found on some old road maps, and this kind of desert town was almost like mushrooms springing up from the ground during the gold rush a few decades ago. But after the craze passed, Yu quickly disappeared from everyone's sight. The small town was built between two red sandstone mountains. The resident population is less than 1,000 people, and they are scattered here and there. It is a luxury to even see people here.

The girl's beautiful red calfskin shoes rustled on the cracked old road. It was the sound of scraps of unswept red sandstone rubbing against the ground. The night wind blew the rooster-shaped weather vane on the top of the wooden building, and from time to time a billowing windswept happily ran along the wide interstate highway outside the town.

Time here seems to be frozen in the old yellowing of the Westerns, only the Walmart logo on the low and low building is showing that it is indeed still advancing with time, but only very slowly. That's it.

Standing at the gate of the police station in the center of the town, the girl stopped her steps. Straighten the handle of the suitcase and turn around. Lolita-style blond curls bounced back and forth with her movements, and her emerald green eyes were like the most advanced tourmaline gemstones. A girl in a luxurious red velvet princess dress is standing in such a small town.

It's like forcibly editing the aristocrats in the Rococo oil paintings collected in the Palace of Versailles into a Western. The dead town and the beautiful girl are full of a strange sense of conflict.

But not everyone appreciates this kind of beauty, at least those who appreciate it in this small town are already dead. And the only ones left are the broken and ashen human figures who are thinking of the girl coming over. After dozens of minutes, the whole town was standing in front of the girl, the whole body was made of black fly ash, but the aliens with the surging blue fire in their eyes roared silently.

"Heh." The girl gently kicked the suitcase under her feet, the zipper opened automatically, countless silver chains poured out of the box, and the silver snake danced wildly in an instant...

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Chapter 26 The Imperial Item

"Hey, I've always wanted to know." Yi Nian turned around to avoid Xie Zhifei's direct shot, and said in that lazy voice.

"What's the matter?" Xie Zhifei shook the red spear in his hand, flung it twice like a snake, and then chased after him with a sideways like Yi Nian, slashing horizontally.

"That's it, this." A muffled sound came from under Yi Nian's feet, he stomped the ground suddenly, and took a few steps back. Just dodged Xie Zhifei's guns, then pointed to the long gun in his hand and said. "Why do you use this thing so smoothly!"

"Ah?" Xie Zhifei retracted the gun in his hand and tilted his head in confusion.

"Oh shit! You were a boxing practitioner before, right? You haven't learned anything about marksmanship at all, right?"

"Yes." Xie Zhifei nodded in agreement.

"So, of course, where did you come from?" Looking at Xie Zhifei in front of him, Yi Nian really had a big head. "I remember you said that Mr. didn't teach you marksmanship."

"Yeah." Xie Zhifei nodded, although the husband had fought many times in front of him with a boxing technique that contained spear intent, but in the final analysis, it was still a professor's boxing technique, and it had little to do with the technique.

"That's not the end. The moon stick is a spear for a lifetime. Even if you say that it is a big day, you have learned the most basic spear meanings such as splitting, stabbing, picking, and horizontal from the shape and meaning, but you tell me, your flower spear is this How did the technique of throwing a gun come from? And when you beat Alice, you used the Overlord to remove the armor!"

"This kind of thing is not just a technical problem, right? It also needs to have a corresponding blood energy to run the mind method. Basically, it is impossible to comprehend by yourself, right? Besides, how long did it take you to get this thing? "After complaining in one breath for a long time, I felt a sense of relief from the bottom of my heart.

"Really?" Xie Zhifei rubbed the increasingly smooth and rounded spear with his hand, and could even feel the pulse of blood in it. Then he recalled the earth-shattering overlord disarming himself at that time. Then he waved his hand down a little according to the action at the time, and then let out a muffled groan.

Yi Nian is right, this thing is not a simple move, it is more like a certain skill in the game, and it is a blood-damaging skill. You must rely on the retrograde of the breath and blood to achieve that kind of splitting. swing. This kind of thing is not self-comprehension at all, because even now he doesn't understand the principle of this thing...

What's more, when I realized it in battle, I just felt that I should do this, and I could win by doing this. So stabbed like that, but why. Honestly he doesn't know.

Yi Nian looked at Xie Zhifei standing in the middle of the huge white training ground, lowered his head and pondered something, then raised his head from time to time to look at the long spear in his hand, waiting for him to give him an answer. Then Xie Zhifei raised his head and loudly said the result of his thinking.

"do not know!"

"Huh?!" Yi Nian's body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.

"Because I just don't know." Xie Zhifei shook his head and flattened the red spear in his hand before speaking, "I just thought it should be stabbed like this." Then he stabbed forward. With his hand on his waist, the long spear pierced the air, and the sharp spear tip pierced the air, bringing out a sound like cracking silk.

But Xie Zhifei took the initiative to withdraw the gun in his hand, and looked at the tip of the gun with some puzzlement. Something was wrong. This stab was different from all the previous stabs. But he couldn't tell what was different.

"What? Did you notice something was wrong?" Yi Nian smiled and pushed the long knife in his hand against his shoulder.

"Do you know what's going on?" Xie Zhifei stabbed out again. Finding that the feeling was still wrong, he raised his head and looked at Yi Nian in front of him and asked.

"Well, I probably know." Yi Nian waved the long knife on his shoulders, erected it and placed it flat in the air. The crimson long knife shone with a faint brilliance. "Qing'er and I have experienced your current situation. It's just a transformation from a person who is a keeper to a person who is a keeper."

"inherited?"

"Well, inheritors like Qing'er and I all started by accepting inheritance. So from the beginning, like you, we fought with the weapons in our hands. It was not us who really dominated the battle, but the ones in our hands. Sword." With a single stroke, the blade pulled out a beautiful flower.

"Then at a certain stage, we will slowly begin to understand the reasons for each move and each style, and why we need to cut and stab like this. In this process, we become a transformation from a fighter to a fighter." Yi Nian pointed. The red gun in Xie Zhifei's hand.

"You just thought it was wrong because it was the first time you tried to stab yourself. You decide where to stab, not where the gun decides to stab. It's easy to throw a punch with all your strength. Divide the force, and it is not easy to keep a little force."