When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Standing under the tree with a sword in hand, Hong Ming slowly settled down. 200 years of tempering made the practice method more and more refined.The Laogong is wide open, close to the hilt of the sword, the acupuncture points on the arm are connected, connecting the mind, taking a deep breath, he began to move the sword to adjust his breath.This is the first practice after coming here, Hong Ming only felt that the whole body was enveloped by aura, which was a bit more intense than that of Penglai Xianshan. Watching the tip of his sword linger, responding to his own true energy, he dances more intensely, a wave of enthusiasm slowly enters the palace of labor from his body, passes through the inner pass, rushes to Quze, pours Tianquan, but it is not the same as before It flows into the hand jueyin and hand shaoyang channels, but turns into the hand shaoyin channel and rushes to the Jiquan.But this Jiquan acupoint has not been improved in the past 200 years, and it is impossible to get through it at all, so how can it be integrated?A little bit of true energy lingers and dances between the arms, with no way out, no way in, like a stray dog.The aura surged outside his body, the true energy in his body was turbulent, and the interaction between the two chambers was so chaotic. As he danced and danced, a little aura burst out from the depths of his soulless altar. Could it be that the embarrassing situation of no way in and out was due to the lack of golden energy?After realizing this, Hong Ming's heart was shocked immediately, the tip of his sword shook, and he almost lost his pace. The real spirit energy around him began to surge wildly, trying to squeeze through his internal organs and enter the acupuncture points, but there was no gold. Accompanied by Qi, how can the four elements enter his pure gold body?

Like a solitary boat, he struggled in the sea of ​​true spirits, controlled his mind to stay focused, and his sword will not disappear. He wanted to rely on the pure sword energy in his body to attract the golden energy between heaven and earth, and transform the five elements into his body.But the more the sword energy is released, the more chaotic the surrounding true spirits become, like a violent storm, trying to tear him apart, how can there be a trace of gold harmony?Gradually, cultivation turned into a hard fight. His sword moves became faster and faster, with the intention of rushing to the thunder. He wanted to break this predicament and return to the way of heaven, but the other four elements were like mountains and seas, like peaks like waves, forcing him to Unable to move, until the universe is reversed and overwhelmed.With a buzzing sound, Tai'a's long howling stopped abruptly, all the outgoing sword energy was scattered, and could no longer be called out, Hong Ming stood on the spot blankly, staring directly at the long sword in his hand, at a loss.How can this world be so weird, if the five elements lack gold alone, how will his pure gold body behave in this foreign world?

At this moment, there was a slight noise around him, and he looked up to see the dark elf standing a few steps away, staring at him blankly.The curiosity and astonishment in those almond eyes suddenly seemed to poke a deep pain somewhere in his heart, and a wave of anger wrapped in sword intent went straight to his heart, so what if there is no gold line? !He wanted to break through this veil and try to see where he could go!

The dark elf suddenly smiled, smiled at him, turned around and left.After being stunned for a moment, Hong Ming also snorted coldly, put his sword back into its sheath, sat cross-legged under a tree and began to meditate.In the fight just now, more than half of the sword energy in his body was consumed, and it took a few days of rest to recover.It's just that if there is really no gold energy here, I'm afraid my sword edge will be damaged a lot in the future. If it's fighting skills, I may have to change more skills.Thinking so, Hong Ming adjusted his breath and entered meditation.

three days later.

Sarn walked out of his house with a deposit of 150 gold coins and a liquidated damages of 1500 gold coins.Since the sword dance that day, the black-robed mage has not drank or eaten for three days, but just sat cross-legged under a tree and closed his eyes to meditate.Since he didn't sense any life-threatening abnormalities, the dark elf naturally left him alone and ran to hand over the task by himself.

Even the moonlight is very dim tonight, which is one of Sarn's favorite weather.He spent half an hour lurking at the handover point in Bison Lane, chose a hidden place to squat down, and began to wait for the handover person to arrive.After another half an hour, the thief appeared at the handover point, hiding his head and tail, and began to pace.Sarn didn't keep him waiting long this time. After carefully observing that there was no one following him or any traps, he emerged from a corner.

"Good night, Mr. Thief."

The thief seemed to be taken aback, and turned around pretending to be calm, "Drow, is the goods here?"

Sarn made his voice slightly hoarse, making it appear more inscrutable, "I'm sorry, Mr. Thief. This task is really too difficult." He lightly took out two bags of gold coins from his pocket, and threw them on the At the feet of the thieves, "This is the deposit and liquidated damages, please find another clever."

The thieves had a look of fear and joy on their face, and a sneer twitched from the corner of their mouths. Sarn suddenly felt that something was wrong, and a dark enchantment possessed him. He turned around and wanted to run away from the alley, only to hear a slap behind him, the magic gem The sound of being crushed was accompanied by the rapid whirlwind sound, and a figure was suspended at the entrance of the alley.

"Drow is finally here! Come out and meet me!!" The old man with disheveled hair shouted loudly in the sky.

San froze at the corner of the alley, firmly hiding behind the dark barrier.A gray robe mage? !The person who issued this mission is actually a gray robe!

The gray-robed old man floated in the air and waited for a long time but did not see the dark elf appearing. He couldn't help but muttered loudly in displeasure, "Black mouse, do you still want to escape? Let me see what is suitable... Blind your pitiful little eyes The flash explosion? A happy ice storm? Or let me use my old skills to sense the position?"

In the front right, a shadow shook and disappeared. The dark elf gracefully walked out of the corner and bowed slightly. "Your Majesty Dafa, what can I do for you?"

"Aha!" The gray-robed old man shouted happily, descended from the sky, and circled the dark elf three times. "No, no, it doesn't look like it! There is no smell of dark magic, no stench from the lower planes, neither the astral world nor the shadow plane, nor the bottomless abyss..." The old man lowered his head and looked directly at the pale red elf eyes, "Drow, what on earth pulled you out of the arms of my lord Timisa (Goddess of Fate)?"

Sarn smiled slightly, looked up and looked directly into the eyes of the gray-robed mage, looking innocent and sincere, "My respected Lord Dafa, how can a humble dark elf like me escape the palm of Goddess of Fate? The matter with the star grass was just an accident, I think you can understand the complicated relationship between us and the surface elves, if it is replaced with other materials, I promise..."

"No! No... Drow, you don't understand." The gray-robed mage showed an extremely arrogant smile, "In the dictionary of the master prophecy Caspar Leopold, there is no word accident. I understand fate as You know your little black toe, and things should be as natural as if summer turns to fall and a rainbow appears after the rain. No accidents, no elusiveness, just destiny—although I hate that word. In my According to the forecast, you will get the silver star grass and give them to me, what interfered with this result and let you escape my queen's surveillance?" His eyes flashed with ecstasy, "Hurry up and tell me Me, what happened to you? Or... who?"

Sarn's heart skipped a beat, he finally knew who the crazy gray-robed archmage in front of him was.

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The author has something to say: In case someone doesn’t understand: Eastern traditions are divided into five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth; Western traditions are four elements: earth, water, wind and fire.In the Eight Diagrams, Sunda is wind, so wind belongs to wood.The difference between the two happens to be gold, which is interesting. =w= But where is the gold, I will mention it later~ There is also a question about Dafa. Dafa is the abbreviation of Dafa Master, which is an advanced version of Master. The level is much higher than that of the mage.According to the regulations of D&D: Skills: Knowledge (mystery) 15 levels, spell recognition 15 levels.Feats: Skill Focus (Spellcraft), Spell Focus in both schools.Spells: Can cast 5th-level arcane spells, and know spells of 8th level or higher from at least five different schools.Only in this way can it become Dafa.According to a relatively simple way of judging, the level of spells used is relatively high, and there are more spell slots per day than ordinary mages. For example, when the gray robe appears, there are two spells, flying spell and arbitrary door, and then the perceived location This level [-] prophecy spell can basically be concluded that this is a great law.Cough, anyway, the rules of Nest D&D are not proficient, as long as everyone knows that Dafa is very powerful and powerful, let's play it XD.