I made myths

Chapter 53 The old general on the stage, behind...

Wen Qian thought to himself, and stepped forward to play two roles, with a hot face and a cold butt.

I have to say that the acting was so real that he wanted to slap Wang Anlan in the face with a big pussy.

But thinking of the harm that a big dick has done to me in two lifetimes, I'd better forget it and sit back at the counter honestly.

Thinking about controlling Wang Anlan to leave after a few ten minutes, the trick will be played out to the end.

"Damn it! The shameless ancient cultivator is not strong enough to bully my mother because of his long life! Are you going to steal all the treasures!?"

"It's okay to take away the first treasure, after all, it's really rare."

"The fourth treasure of the Antarctic glacier is also, we can't go there, you can take it away."

"In the end, you still snatched the fifth treasure! The mines have been dug up! Do you still have a conscience!?"

"???"

Wen Qian was taken aback when he heard that, both bodies froze there.

What did he hear?Why is it that Qiongxia's woman's nonsense is heard in the field of vision of Liu Miao in Qiongxia's house?

What is she talking about?What ancient monk?He obviously didn't grab it.

An immature idea came to his mind...

"It's true that there are ancient monks in TMD!!!"

Wen Qian screamed strangely in his heart, and the Chinese essence was extremely high.

The one who can dig out the entire giant mine is not an ancient monk who has lived for countless years, but who else! ?
He never imagined that a joke that was fooled at the beginning has become true now.

Is this karma?

Now Ban Tian still has the status of an ancient monk who has lived for countless years!He also called Emperor Yan brothers and asked Qin Shihuang to give him money!
"Why do you live so long one by one? Don't you know how to give the junior a chance? The world is so messed up, you still have to join in the fun!"

"No, I need to calm down, that place is far away from me, there is no reason for him to come to me, and I can also use beheading to cultivate, or rebirth as an excuse to fool him."

Wen Qian forcibly calmed his mind, and the two bodies returned to normal. The one who reads the book, and the one who drinks tea drinks tea, a scene of peaceful years.

In fact, Wen Qian's heart has already exploded.

What was once a lie has become reality, and he may be punished himself!
Such outrageous things really happen in the world!
Just when he was thinking about countermeasures, a strange voice suddenly came from outside the shop!

"It's been so long, and this place is still related to books. It's really not easy."

"Ah! Really...really here! My stinky mouth!"

An old and decayed voice, like a voice that has experienced vicissitudes of life, aroused Wen Qian's heart that had just calmed down.

An old man with white hair and a childish face, wearing a gray antique sackcloth, stood at the door of the bookstore, looking at the neatly arranged bookshelves inside and meditating!
Those eyes that seemed to be full of energy, but constantly exuded a sense of exhaustion were full of memories.

Fairy style, nothing more than this.

Wen Qian couldn't clearly feel the other party's strength, but only when he opened his mouth could he detect its existence.

Just standing there caused the surrounding spiritual energy to distort, the flow trajectory changed, and it automatically converged in his body.

Judging from these behaviors, one can know that the other party is a strong person.

There are two criteria to measure whether the opponent is strong.

The first is this, just by looking at him, one can perceive his incomparable strength, and his own strength has affected the outside world.

The second is to return to basics. No matter how you investigate, you can't detect the opponent's strength, just like a mortal.

Wen Qian belongs to the second half, undetectable, but not strong.

The comer is the complete first type.

It's just that when he saw Wang Anlan, a strange look flashed in his eyes, as if he was a little surprised.

He walked into the store, and instead of talking to Wang Anlan in a hurry, he nodded to Wen Qian who was pretending to be dazed.

Wen Qian responded in a panic: "This... sir, are you buying books or borrowing them?"

"Just take a look, don't worry about me."

"Okay, okay."

Wen Qian returned to the counter and carefully observed the other party. He did not hide his gaze.

Although it can be seen from the other party's behavior that his strength has not been exposed.

All kinds of power bestowed by fictional myths can be hidden from the ancient monk in front of him.

But watching from close at hand, this kind of behavior can't be hidden at all.

Besides, as an ordinary person, seeing such a strange old man, it is normal to observe more.

Don't ask, asking is social bullying.

"Thinking about it, the fact that an ancient monk who can dig out the entire giant mine is still unable to detect my disguise is a little exciting!"

Without any hesitation, the old man walked up to Wang Anlan and asked, "This old man's name is Gu Yuan. I don't know the name of my little friend?"

"Junior, Wang Anlan."

Wang Anlan also put down the book in his hand, stared at Gu Yuan, and had a conversation with him.

"I don't know what the senior said?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask my little friend who you are, and do you have a teacher?"

There was a hint of anticipation on Gu Yuan's face, which surprised Wen Qian a little. It stands to reason that after living for so long, shouldn't he be indifferent?

But if you think about it carefully, you will be relieved. No one stipulates that people will become indifferent over the years.

Maybe some people will have no emotion in a hundred years, and some people will still have a pure heart after ten thousand years.

For example, he... the image he created for Ban Tian, ​​even after tens of thousands of years, is still a rascal at heart.

"Born as a junior..."

Speaking of this, Wang Anlan paused for a moment, but continued: "The younger generation came from the royal family of Beiyuan, and has no mentoring."

"Beiyuan?"

Gu Yuan frowned slightly, searching his memory, but there was no news about this place name.

It stands to reason that if such a genius can appear, Beiyuan will definitely be famous in history and will not be unknown.

"Is it the place where the years after I proclaimed myself? Or is it that he was never born and has been hidden in the snow?"

He secretly said in his heart, Wen Qian heard these words clearly, he did not expect that he could hear the old man's heartfelt voice.

But on the surface, he still didn't change his face, controlling Wang Anlan, waiting for Gu Yuan's response.

After a while, Gu Yuan shook his head and asked, "What was your birth date, little friend?"

Wen Qian frowned, and made up random words on the spot: "The ancient calendar is chaotic, 6452 years."

(End of this chapter)