Pretending to be a high-cold male god

Xiao Qiang took the book from Qiu Xiaotu and read it carefully.

"The art of flying against the wind: the common magic of the monster race, an essential skill, through controlling the wind to achieve the power of fast flight. Using skills: fully feel the power of the wind, condense the monster power around the body, gradually master the power of the wind, use the wind to let Fly faster by yourself.

Advanced version: Also known as somersault cloud, a somersault can span half of China in an instant. "

After reading it, Xiao Qiang sighed in his heart: "Somersaulting cloud, isn't this the unique skill of Monkey King, so handsome!"

"I've never seen anyone learn somersaulting cloud, it was written by the publishing house to pretend." Qiu Xiaotu said honestly.

Xiao Qiang made a grimace, and Qiu Xiaotu got a "Don't be funny, boss" expression.Xiao Qiang said: "Try it."

Qiu Xiaotu said: "I don't know how much you have forgotten, Boss, and whether you still have physical memory. It's the first time to try, keep it simple, just go from one end of the house to the other."

Xiao Qiang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the airflow around his body. The air passed over the surface of the skin, and every ray of wind seemed to be clearly audible.

The next step is to condense the demonic power around... to gather the demonic power... Fuck, where is my demonic power?How to condense?

"The monster power... how to condense it?" Xiao Qiang asked nervously, frowning.

Qiu Xiaotu showed a miserable expression.

Xiao Qiang coughed, and asked again in an indifferent tone: "How does the demon power condense?"

"Boss, imagine that there is a powerful force in the dantian. Monster power is something that monsters are born with. After feeling it, you can use it naturally."

Mengxin Xiao Qiang stood on the other side of the room again, closed his eyes, felt the wind, and then imagined the "innate" and "natural" monster power, imagined that some kind of light appeared around him, and imagined that he would fall Appeared at the other end of the room in a second...

A miraculous thing happened, Xiao Qiang suddenly felt a huge and heavy force flowing through his limbs, washing every blood vessel and nerve, his body suddenly became very light, and he became more sensitive to the wind perception, the wind direction Every tiny change in the body is clearly visible, and the whole person seems to dance with the air.

Xiao Qiang was overjoyed, like the other side of the room took the first step.

In just a short moment, Xiao Qiang saw that the opposite wall was getting closer and closer, and his speed was getting faster and faster... He couldn't stop the car at all, couldn't control his body at all, Watching that wall getting closer and closer to me!

Ye Chuanlin's pupils suddenly dilated, his expression twisted, and he only had time to shout "No, no, no, no...".

The next second, there was an earth-shattering crash in the room, and the whole room seemed to shake.

Ye Chuanlin slid down from the wall, dizzy, so soft that he spread into a ball on the ground.Qiu Xiaotu was so frightened that he ran over furiously: "Boss—! Are you okay?"

Xiao Qiang waved his hand, got up from the ground dizzily, pushed Qiu Xiaotu's hand away, his eyes were bright, with a little fanaticism, "Did I just do it right?"

Qiu Xiaotu nodded, opened the book "The Encyclopedia of Monster Race and Demon Art", pointed to a certain line and said, "We need a wider space for practice."

Xiao Qiang glanced at the book, and there was a line of tiny words on the footer of "The Art of Flying against the Wind": "Note: This black art cannot pass through entities. Anti-impact on buildings."

"..." Wait a minute, why didn't you find an open place for me to practice earlier?Qiu Xiaotu, a silly rabbit, doesn't think I can succeed, does he?Depend on.

Qiu Xiaotu practiced with Ye Chuanlin for half the night until the sky turned pale, and the two of them came to an end. At this time, Ye Chuanlin had already mastered the flying technique very well.

Qiu Xiaotu lay down on the sofa in the hallway, stretched out on it.Qiu Xiaotu rubbed his sore and swollen eyes, felt that the upper eyelid seemed to have a great weight, and couldn't help but want to close his eyes and sleep.

Ye Chuanlin felt as if he had been beaten to death. Now he has fully accepted the fact that his soul wears, and has experienced the fun of being a monster. He has learned a few powerful spells, and he wishes he could run to the street to show off.

Fortunately, before he made such a shameful act, Qiu Xiaotu, the housekeeper of the N city office, gave Ye Chuanlin the necessary knowledge of the Demon Spirit Association in time.He pointed to a wooden sign hanging in the entrance, on which a lot of words were densely engraved in small seal script.Xiao Qiang took a closer look, and there was written on the metal plate: ""Ghost Code of the Demon Spirit Association" - this code is formulated by the National Demon Spirit Association.

Article [-]: Monsters need to hide their identities, and exposure is prohibited except under special circumstances. "

So Xiao Qiang had no choice but to live the addiction of flying against the wind in his office in N City, crashing and smashing countless things along the way.

Even after staying up all night, Ye Chuanlin was still in good spirits throughout the day because of drinking the Suxing fungus juice.From the bookshelf, he found the materials collected by the original owner, including the origin of monsters, top-secret sorcery science, and mysterious creatures. Xiao Qiang read it with gusto like he was reading a novel.

There is information about the ghost city here.

The Ghost City was not founded by the Demon Spirit Association, its origin can be traced back to the days when the monsters were first born.The original discovery of the ghost market is no longer testable, only legends about it have been passed down through word of mouth.I don't know which year, which month and which monster, he walked alone in the wilderness under the setting sun, and there was no one around him. He walked aimlessly until the last ray of sunlight disappeared between the sky and the earth.The demon raised his eyes, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness. He entered a wonderful space, this space is vast and boundless, there is no day, only the night, the stars and the moon hang forever in the dark sky, and the mountains and plains are full of burning peach blossoms.

The monster is full of curiosity, and finally finds that this is a completely different place from the original world, isolated and independent.What's even more amazing is that this space is like a transit station, which can come in from anywhere and go anywhere.When the monster walked out of the space facing the first ray of sunlight in the morning, he told more monsters about it.

The monsters use this space to travel across the country and trade secretly in it. Year after year, the monsters gradually grasp the time and place of opening this mysterious space, and more monsters participate, so the ghost market gradually formed.

Since the establishment of the Self-Management Association 20 years ago, the ghost market has been included in the management scope of the association. Maintaining the order of the ghost market on the first and fifteenth day of every month is one of the most important things for each office.

Xiao Qiang stuffed the heavy books back onto the huge bookshelf on the wall, secretly thinking about what to do at night.

He raised his hand and dialed Shi Tiankuo's phone number. Before connecting, Xiao Qiang silently said in his heart: You are Ye Chuanlin.

"Hello?" Shi Tiankuo's voice was soft and deep, seemingly careless.

"Where are you? It's time for work."

"Director Ye, didn't you ask me to catch the dragon spirit?"

Ye Chuanlin snorted, "I didn't ask you to catch it, but you asked for it yourself. So, have you caught it?"

Shi Tiankuo felt that Ye Chuanlin was a little different today, and there was a hint of sharpness in his speech. He glanced at the dragon spirit who was sitting next to him eating ice cream, and said, "No."

"Then keep catching, meet at the gate of Ghost City at 4 o'clock, remember not to be late, and don't give me a chance to fire you."

"Pa-ta." Ye Chuanlin hung up the phone first, looked up at Qiu Xiaotu who appeared at the door who didn't know when, and the latter gave him a thumbs-up: "It's very similar, very imposing."

Xiao Qiang smiled.

The location of the ghost market is on the west bank of Xuanwu Lake. During the reign of Emperor Hong of the Ming Dynasty, I don’t know who was instructed by an expert to build a drum tower next to the entrance of the ghost market. Since then, the sound of the drum has been accompanied by the first ray of sunshine in the morning and the last ray of sunshine in the evening. spread throughout the city.The sound of drums, cleaning up the filth and uneasiness, subtly guarded this ancient city for thousands of years.

Now the Drum Tower has lost its function of drumming to tell the time, and only one park is located there.Ye Chuanlin and Qiu Xiaotu flew there, and landed quietly in a secluded corner.

It was almost dusk at that time, the sky was covered with layers of sunset clouds, and the orange sun slowly fell between the clouds. The light gradually became thicker from pale gold to orange gold, and gently sprinkled on the earth, reflecting a piece of red. dead grass.Qiu Xiaotu made a "shh" gesture to Ye Chuanlin, signaling Ye Chuanlin to listen.

Ye Chuanlin closed his eyes and focused on his ears.

There seemed to be many more people around the originally quiet place, they were whispering and discussing in low voices, some people seemed to be pushing heavy things and panting for breath.Gradually, another voice gradually overwhelmed these small voices.I don't know when or where came a misty music, like resentment or admiration, like weeping like complaints, like a woman singing softly about a love.

The voice seemed to be an illusion at first, but slowly, slowly, the singing seemed to come to the top, one after another, gradually becoming clearer and clearer.All the low-pitched discussions seemed to have stopped, and only the singing was floating in the sky and the earth.The setting sun had completely sunk into the clouds, and all the dazzling rays of light disappeared in an instant. The sky and the earth were filled with a quiet orange-yellow color, and then the light gradually dimmed, slowly condensing into beams of light.

"Go, follow the beam!"

Qiu Xiaotu tugged at Ye Chuanlin's sleeve.

Ye Chuanlin followed the beam of light in a daze. In an instant, it was as if the sky and the earth were suddenly separated, and the stars fell into the sea. The Drum Tower Park in front of him gradually became a phantom, and the world on the other side slowly appeared.It was pitch black all around, only beams of light separated the darkness like sharp arrows, and became light paths, like meteor showers falling from the sky, one after another, one after another, dazzling like gilt, bright like diamonds, and like brocade Grace.

One, two, three... The figures of monsters gradually appeared on the light path.Some of them maintained their human form, some simply exposed their demon bodies, and some looked half-demon and half-human.Some demons wore trendy clothes, and some demons were obviously antiques, wearing long robes from unknown times, and a few of them even scooped up a piece of cloth randomly to wrap them around.

Like them, Ye Chuanlin walked in the dark wilderness, walked forward along the orange-gold light, and followed the path of the ancestors thousands of years ago to that mysterious world.

The light gradually converged into a dazzling white light, and the white light became bigger and bigger, and Ye Chuanlin also plunged into the white light!

When he came back to his senses, Ye Chuanlin was already standing on an ancient street, and all kinds of yelling, talking, laughing, and cursing rushed into his eardrums in an instant.Ye Chuanlin looked around blankly. Thousands of monsters crowded a narrow street. There were shops one after another on both sides of the street. There was a red lantern hanging in front of each shop, extending far away. place.There are mountains in the distance, and the mountains are covered with blooming peach blossoms. A seven-story solitary pagoda is looming on the top of the mountain, and there are faint and crisp bells in the air.

Xiao Qiang finally came to his senses - this is a ghost market!

The author has something to say:

Ghost Market: The place where ghosts gather, the underworld market.Pu Songling wrote "Mountain City" in the Qing Dynasty, depicting the scene of a mirage, which is also considered a kind of ghost city