The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 481 Small Gathering and Opening (One more update!)

The first second was the starry sky and the silent night, and the next second it was the sun and dusk approaching dusk.

Stepping down with one foot, thousands of miles can only be achieved in an instant, which means: shrinking the ground into an inch.

Your journey to the North Sea is so bright, and the green snake in your sleeves is full of courage. If Yi Qiu's charm is higher, it will also have a hint of being a fairy.

But when he raised the wind and the black mist billowed, all the godly demeanor disappeared...

In Lev's studio, Yi Qiu and Lev leaned on the sofa in the rest area.

The newly refurbished fireplace exudes pleasant warmth, and the semi-enclosed studio is filled with the fragrance of firewood grilling and some faint smells of motor oil.

That was the result of Lev's work in the first half of the day: he maintained and cleaned up some machinery in his studio.

Although with Lev's current skills, he no longer relies much on mechanical equipment.

But occasionally, he also needs to use these things to replace some repetitive, boring, and untechnical things.

In this regard, mechanical equipment has great advantages and can save a lot of time and energy for the forger.

Lev has enough energy, but not much time...

You said your son wants to learn... sambo?

Because he had exchanged a Russian language pack before, Yi Qiu could understand Russian.

However, the language pack is sometimes like a more convenient Xinhua dictionary. Some local nouns need to be searched by yourself to know its true meaning.

Because of the acceleration of his thinking, Yi Qiu was only stunned for half a second before he found the explanation related to Sangbo.

To put it simply, it is a kind of unarmed combat skill native to the Xiong Kingdom.

Yes, he looked at the bear head I put in the living room, and then yelled that he would hunt a bear with his bare hands as a gift for his beloved girl!

I told him not to embarrass our family with black bears! Hahaha!

Lev laughed and said, quite a bit of a father demeanor, and he couldn't see the sadness of him sleeping on the sofa for a week because of this matter.

How old is your son?

Yi Qiu took a sip of vodka, and continued chatting with Lev.

He is already used to drastic changes in the environment in a short period of time, and he will not feel tired from switching multiple scenes in a row.

He is 15 years old. He is a strong boy. If you are interested, you can teach him a few hands. My son is definitely not a stupid guy.

In Xiong Country, the legal age of marriage is 14, so it is not uncommon for a 15-year-old to flirt with a girl.

Mine is not suitable for him. I have only mastered two schools of martial arts now. A dragon-shaped fist needs enough strength to maintain its power, and the tearing style has higher requirements.

Yi Qiu touched his bald head. Although based on the level of unarmed combat, he is now very smooth in all kinds of skills in unarmed combat.

It is more reliable that it is not obtained through learning, but directly inherited and instilled through the promotion of monk level.

It had become something close to instinct, so naturally he didn't know how to teach it.

It's a pity... just let that bear cub do it by himself.

Lev waved his hand indifferently. As a player who has broken away from the apprentice level as a fighter, he naturally understands this.

He tried to teach his best friend the swordsmanship he mastered, but failed.

Although extraordinary skills are not so rare for the multiverse, it does not mean that its practice is so simple for ordinary humans.

But he didn't want Yi Qiu to teach his son, although that would be better, but it didn't have any real meaning.

When he was dealing with the magic ore that Yi Qiu brought him as a gift, he discovered that there was a spar wrapped in a strange-shaped insect in one of the ores.

After passing the comprehensive web identification, this is the amber of a brown spiny thorn spider in the family Setaceae.

There is no special purpose, the only value is its own ornamental value and collection significance.

After all, this is a biological amber that came from a foreign land tens of thousands of years ago, so it is naturally valuable for collection.

Naturally, the brown-haired spiny spider has lost its life long ago, but it still looks like it was before birth under the amber package, as if time has been stagnated.

Of course, Lev had seen amber before, but the amber he found from the ore collected by Yi Qiu in the Dragon's Lair gave him a new touch.

Maybe it's the feeling for the giant dragon, maybe it's a little envy for Yi Qiu's wonderful adventure life, or maybe it's the vastness and depth of the multiverse that gave him some new touches...

Lev put the wine bottle on the table, then looked at Yi Qiu, he squirmed his lips and said:

Yi, time is the greatest and just judge...

Lev's expression was a little dazed, and even his tone became a little subtle.

I don't know if I will regret my choice when I close my eyes in my twilight.

But I think about it, even if you regret it, there is a hint of sweetness in the bitterness...

I used to believe, but now I am sure: you are bound to surpass the limits of all things.

A hundred years from now, if any of my heirs are chosen by Zongwang...

Tell him that his great-grandfather wanted him to see the endless starry sky for him...

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After drinking a lot, Yi Qiu returned to the temple reeking of alcohol and stepping on the tail of the night.

Men's friendship does not need to be too intense to gather and part, drink together in leisure time, talk about the mountains, or go to Summoner Canyon and Arathi Basin to warm up old dreams.

Simple and pure, without mixing other things.

The mountain wind in the snowy area carries a hint of coolness, and a small temple hidden on the ridge above the lonely mountain looks very cold.

Gathering is only a momentary enthusiasm, and loneliness is a long-term friend.

From the banquet with cups and cups, to the small gathering with toasts and cups, the hustle and bustle and celebration, all the enthusiastic emotions have settled down, leaving only the deep lake in the soul exuding a quiet light.

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, he was already used to this kind of loneliness.

In other words, it is not considered loneliness, but a stage that spiritual practice must adapt to.

The monk's meditation practice initially sharpens the resistance to pain, and then tests the persistence to temptation.

And always accompanied by the period, is the habit of loneliness.

Yi Qiu stood on the top of the snow mountain, and he unlocked the effect of fashion.

The more impatient mountain wind in the middle of the night made the black robe behind him rattle violently, while the cold light of the moonlight reflected on his smooth head.

The morning star was already shining in its light, night and morning were mingled, darkness and light.

Yi Qiu opened the item backpack, and in the grid he had placed in advance, a pendant shining with strange light was lying there quietly.

That is the ticket to purgatory...