Chapter 734: So you are a real person

Chapter 734: So You Are Real
In the magical space, Zhou Yang and Saint Izumo looked at each other.
Neither of them expected that they would actually be able to step a thousand miles.
"Did you see it just now?" Zhou Yang asked.
The saint nodded vigorously.
"I saw it here?" Zhou Yang pointed to the picture of Mawang Palace Square.
The saint nodded again.
"It's amazing." Zhou Yang scanned himself around, making sure that there was no problem with his body.
Teleportation... is this feeling?
"Puff!" Izumo knelt on his knees facing Zhou Yang, hitting his forehead severely on the ground.
Zhou Yang was shocked and immediately helped Izumo.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Yang asked in astonishment.
Izumo raised his head, eyes full of shock and hope.
"I have waited for five hundred years..." the saint trembled.
"I thought there was no chance in my life."
"But God has eyes!"
The saint Izumo firmly grasped Zhou Yang's hand, trembling all over, and said with all his strength, "Subordinates, Izumo, welcome to the real person!"
The small space fell silent for an instant.
"Who is the real person? Me?" After a while, Zhou Yang pointed to himself and asked.
Saint Izumo has been kneeling on the ground.
At this moment, he raised his head, his eyes shot a pious light.
"Holy man, I waited so hard for you." Old Izumo burst into tears.
"Wait, let me stroke it." Zhou Yang was really dazed.
He sat down on the ground, face to face with Izumo, and suddenly said, "Let me see what you are thinking..."
After speaking, Zhou Yang threw it away with a mind reading technique.
Izumo was a sharp spirit, and an indescribable chill rose from behind his head.
At this moment, Zhou Yang's eyes seemed to see him through.
And Zhou Yang finally knew everything about the real person in the mind of Saint Izumo.
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A real person, carrying the power of the world, takes a long way to go.
This is the most important thing about real people in the memory of the saint Izumo.
In other words, real people should be able to move instantaneously.
Moreover, when he appeared in the world, there should be a so-called "vision" accompanying him.
Real people, when the grass and trees are withered and flourishing, the seasons are reversed.
This means that real people can control the growth process of vegetation and even reverse the seasons.
A real person, at a glance, life and death, destiny changes, and thousands of thoughts are all known, one looks at the sky, and the stars move.
This means that an ordinary person is looked at by a real person... He can't hide anything.
The trajectory of destiny will also change.
Life and death are also determined by the thought of a real person.
As for Dou Zhuan Xing Shift, let alone explain.
Zhou Yang accepted his mind reading technique and took a breath.
"Where is the real person? This is a fairy at all!" Zhou Yang murmured.
This is like a record in an ancient book, Zhou Yang couldn't help thinking.
But in Izumo's memory, there is no record of "Shengren" at all.
"Zhou Yang...real person is a name handed down from ancient times." Izumo said, "Are you spying on my memory just now?"
Zhou Yang nodded.
"Is it true that you are not a real person?" Izumo became excited again. "Unexpectedly, it would be effortless to step through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find."
"I was so ashamed to make you the next saint... What a joke!" Izumo laughed, but his face was full of enthusiasm and expectation.
"I said, I am not a real person, although I look...very similar." Zhou Yang shrugged, looking helpless.
He had to admit that, as evidenced by the secret inherited by Izumo, he really looked like a so-called "real person."
"Didn't you say that it doesn't count!" Izumo grabbed Zhou Yang's wrist and pulled out a small, worn-out cloth bag from a close-fitting position.
"Before the last saint left, he left me this kit." Izumo's eyes shot frantically again. "He said that as long as the other party can achieve the contents of the kit, he must be a real person."
"I have carried this kit with me for hundreds of years. Today, I can finally use it!" Izumo laughed, "Anyone, you can't think of it!"
Zhou Yang was helpless.
The old guy hadn't read the kit himself, and he couldn't know it no matter how he used mind reading.
Izumo looked reverent and opened the kit, shaking his hands and squeezing out a piece of yellow silk from it.
After years of baptism, the yellow silk cloth has lost its original luster.
Izumo's breathing suddenly rose.
After five hundred years of waiting, you can see the difference today, and you can't help but get excited about anyone.
On the yellow silk cloth, there is a section of lower case that has faded and is about to fade.
Zhou Yang and Izumo looked over together.
Although it is in classical Chinese, it is not difficult to understand.
"Is that so?" Izumo was slightly startled.
The content in lower case is very simple. If you want to test whether someone is a real person, let him take the saint to shuttle.
If you can succeed, you will be a real person.
If it fails, the saint will be wiped out.
Zhou Yang was silent for a while and said seriously: "I can't do this!"
"I'm not sure!"
Izumo smiled and grabbed Zhou Yang's hand: "I have been alive for more than five hundred years, and my contemporaries have long since passed away. My descendants don't even know my existence."
"I am like a shadow in this world, and disappearing will not cause any waves." Izumo said calmly, "Even if I fulfill my last wish, I will die without regret."
"Real person...please." Izumo bowed deeply towards Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang felt sour in his heart.
Five hundred years of life, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is extremely happy.
After all, everyone wants to live forever.
But if you really have this length of life, will you be happy?
"Okay, then I will try." Zhou Yang said seriously.
"I have a small request..." Izumo smiled, "Can you let me pick it?"
What he meant was to pick a certain picture...to go through together.
"Yes!" Zhou Yang said.
Izumo looked around with his hands behind his back.
There are more than tens of thousands of pictures around...This small space has been paved, dazzling and dizzying.
"Let's do this!" Izumo suddenly pointed to the screen in front of him.
The picture seems to be a classroom in a school.
A blonde female teacher was holding the pointer, eloquent.
Below the stage is a group of foreign children.
The children raised their heads with longing eyes.
Suddenly, the door of the classroom was knocked open.
A man with a black mask rushed in and raised his gun.
"Huh, hurry up!" Izumo shouted.
Before he could think again, Zhou Yang took Izumo and plunged into the picture.
"Uh!" Izumo let out a terrifying roar the moment he touched the screen.
Zhou Yang gritted his teeth and clasped his wrist tightly.
Almost in the blink of an eye, their eyes suddenly lit up.
In front of me, is the muzzle of a black hole.
Behind the muzzle, the masked man's eyes were shocked.
Around, there are stunned teachers and students.
"Ah!" The gunman let out an angry roar and pulled the trigger at Zhou Yang.
"Boom boom!"
The gunfire was crisp.
All the bullets hit Zhou Yang's body.
The classroom suddenly turned into a pot of porridge, and the crying suddenly sounded.