Vol 4 Chapter 547: On track

After simmering for almost an hour and a half, the jerky finally softened. Lu Zhengkang was attracted by the soup midway, because water is an important solvent and one of the sacred places of alchemy. The crazy inspiration lies in Keep attracting him.
　　 The fiber of jerky is filled with water molecules and becomes fuller, the flavor factors are slowly released, and the soup slowly turns yellow and bright. Lu Zhengkang is in a daze for a while, and his appetite slowly overwhelms his creative desire.
　　 He made a pair of chopsticks, took off the mask, nibbleed carefully, threw the broken bones into the fire, and the ground was charred.
Lu Zhengkang’s pot of gerbil broth was very full. He didn’t finish eating it, so he left it for Tutuka. The gray-skinned boy didn’t dare to eat with the giant spirits. .
He continued to make glass. Two hours later, the sound of shouting, drumming and gongs came from the north. A group of gray-skinned boys passed by the side of the woods. There were seven or eight coolies in the crowd swaying with a wooden throne. Walking on the ground, lying on the seat was a particularly fat gray-skinned boy wearing golden ornaments. The crown was a huge emerald, covered with a circle of colorful feathers, it was very gorgeous, he was weeping. The chief of the island's largest tribe.
　　 Lu Zhengkang only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, Tutuka raised his blood quenching spear, very nervous. The leisurely king frame came all the way, aggressively, and scared the several clansmen hiding in the forest to run out. Tutuka greeted them to come, and finally gathered into a giant spirit guard and stopped in front of the warchief's king frame.
　　 "That person! Turn around!" The fat and fat chief gray-skinned squinted his foolish eyes and pointed at Lu Zhengkang's back.
　　The soldiers under his command raised the wooden spear inlaid with iron plates, facing the sun, shining coldly.
　　Tutuka shouted angrily: "You must not be rude to see the giant spirit! Poluna? Night attack, you hurry down and bow down!"
The warchief just laughed, "How can there be any giant spirit, it's just a Momur, how could the giant spirit be so short! Unseen Tutuka, leave soon, you vowed to always respect me Poluna, Have you forgotten the vow you swore in front of Da Hei Tian?"
Tutuka sleepwalking held the blood-quenching spear tighter, "You don’t understand, I believe my eyes, Poluna, come hurry up, get close to the divine body respected by the giant spirit, and admire his great miracles, when you look When you reach that great creative power, you will understand that the giant spirit is a real existence."
　　 Poluna shook his hand, and the hard laborers slowly lowered the shelf, and the bloated gray-skinned boy stepped on the slave's back and walked to the ground. This action made him gasp.
　　 Lu Zhengkang turned his back to them and paused for a while. He already regarded this Poluna Warchief as an opponent in his heart, and would not let him go even if he showed obedience.
Poluna slowly walked through Tutuka’s team. He felt the heat around him, and then he walked to the side of Lu Zhengkang and saw him put his hand into the hot pure blue fire, surrounded by lavender glass. Tile.
He immediately sweated and lay down on the ground, "Your Excellency, no, please forgive Poluna's ignorance." He knelt, and the team he brought, those who beat the gongs and drums stopped the noise in a daze. , And immediately knelt down.
　　 Lu Zhengkang stood up, the molten glass in his hand dripped continuously and splashed on Poluna's cheeks, making him scream.
　　 No one dared to move.
　　 Lu Zhengkang asked: "You, convict?"
　　 "I convict."
　　 "Therefore, I will sin against your whole family."
　　 "No! Ask the giant to forgive me!"
　　 "Then, you will dedicate your flesh and soul."
　　 Lu Zhengkang pierced Poluna with a crystal gun, then took a fire and threw it on his twisted fat body.
　　 Poluna? Night attack hissed, his rich grease completely ignited the flames, and the white flames turned to red. Such a sight frightened the gray-skinned boys of Chekazu.
　　The flame burned the flesh and blood, and the soul and soul rose and merged into the crystal gun.
　　 The green wooden pole protrudes with the fine fragmented lines of evil spirits, the translucent lavender spear head turns into ice blue, and the unextinguished red flame sways like a spear.
　　Lu Zhengkang shouted: "You, just need to obey!!!"
　　The gray natives buried their heads deep in the soil. At this moment, they found their destiny, the eternal in their hearts.
　　……
Director Jiang looked at the picture. Lu Zhengkang was holding the soul-burning crystal gun with awe-inspiring expression. He couldn't help applauding, "Look, I'm in the play, I'm in good shape! This is the right time and place, this little boy is born Just eat this bowl of rice."
Colonel 　　 Lin nodded, "Indeed, the handling at this stage is pretty good. He doesn't need to pay too much attention here. Let him develop on his own. The first plot is planned."
Calculating the time, it took less than an hour for the internal testers to enter the game. At this stage, there are not many people who can gather a group of subordinates. Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiang are really smooth, and there are no more people. Seeing half of them, he immediately began to survive in the wilderness.
　　 A little bit of time passed, and the game world developed rapidly.
　　……
　　 The second day when I came to Boyue Town, noon.
　　 Su Xiangli stood on a high platform in the central square of Boyue Town, reading out the teachings of flying noodles.
　　 are the townspeople gathered by the lord. Except for a small part of the sick and disabled, almost everyone came, including the outsiders watching the excitement.
　　 "The universe was created by the great noodle after a serious alcohol abuse, so everything in the world is flawed." The first sentence was said, causing an uproar.
"Except for the noodle gods, all other gods whose beliefs should be banned, because they are fake and unreal, they are imaginary, they are the tools used by the upper class to rule the lower class, and only the noodle gods are True and unmistakable, beyond doubt."
　　 Someone in the audience questioned, "So, how can I prove that the noodle you said really exists? What good is it for us to believe in him?"
When 　　 came out, everyone was clamoring about all kinds of strange questions.
　　 "Is it really the of noodles? Is the made of noodles? Is it my breakfast today?"
　　 "Can I drink noodles too?"
　　 "What kind of strange gods are these, are you here to be funny?"
Su Xiangli didn't talk too much nonsense. He took off the giant sword behind ~EbookFREE.me~ and flew gently. The scene immediately became quiet. The family members such as Baron Boyue who stood at the front of the crowd bowed and praised the noodle god's mighty power. .
Su Xiangli continued to recite the doctrine aloud: "According to the "Gospel of Feila", one day, Captain Moxi, the pirate, was inspired by Feitian Noodle God and recorded the eight ramen gods "I sincerely hope you don't do it." The things are collectively referred to as the Eight Commandments of Moxi."
　　 Someone asked: "Why can a despicable pirate accept God's revelation?"
　　 "Because pirates are the embodiment of absolute divinity."
　　 "But pirates are gangsters who kill and plunder!"
　　 "True pirates are peace-loving explorers and justice messengers. They distribute candies to children."
　　 "That shouldn't be called a pirate. If a pirate is a good person, why should it be called a bandit?"
"Because the world is always foolish, calling those who bring blessings as evil spirits, and enslaving yourself and bringing disasters to swords and soldiers as gods. On the way of spreading the teachings of noodle gods, don't be afraid of being treated as aliens and bandits. By adhering to the Eight Commandments of Moxi, you can be saved by living with one heart."
　　 "So what are the eight commandments of Moxi?"
Su Xiangli hesitated, "First of all, you have to know that everything starts with love, selfless, pure love that transcends flesh and gender. We must grasp this care and understand each other so that we can understand the eight commandments of Moxi. "
　　 "What if there is no love?"
　　 "Then kill it."
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