Chapter 157: Ruling Sword (4)

Seven days and 10,000 points of faith, this magic stick is not good. Jin Cheng finally glanced at Tang Cuo's direction. No matter how he wanted to appreciate his boyfriend's heroic attitude, he had to regret leaving.
With a wave of his cane, Roger Reed sent him out of the magical realm, and told him the address of the Ivy League Office in the Baihua Kingdom, so that he could go there for help if he needed it.
Tang Cuo did not find Jin Cheng's departure. He had touched the edge of the battlefield and hid behind a broken wall to observe the situation. At this time his main mission has been updated to "Kill the Rose" with a time limit of seven days.
If there is no accident, the main line of this copy is to hit the boss.
But npc did not specify the number of battles of Louis XIV, nor did he say when he appeared, whether he was already here, or he would not play until the second half.
Everything has to be explored by Tang Cuo himself.
He didn't rush forward, and the cat observed quietly around the periphery for about half an hour, and made a preliminary plan for himself, which is called the knife sharpening plan.
In this copy, he is not the commander and does not need to be responsible to everyone, so the strategy can be put down for the time being, he needs to give himself some hard.
There are both warriors and magicians here, which is a natural proving ground for Tangcuo. And as Roger Reid said, combat is the best teacher, especially on the battlefield, the pressure caused by the special environment will greatly stimulate people's potential.
Louis XIV and his soldiers are Tangcuo's whetstones.
Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to believe that Roger Reid said that he would not die in this mysterious environment. Maybe the setting of the story was originally like this, but this is a copy of Yongye City, how could a death save easily appear. Not to mention Mr. Crow, the cheating chicken.
There are seven days of trials, but the opening time of the secret realm is only at night. I am afraid that by the next day, everything will be over from the beginning. So a few days ago, Tang Cuo could fully adapt to the fighting rhythm here, accumulate experience, find out the position of the rose, and wait until the end to take a stroke.
With success, Tang Cuo no longer hesitated. At this moment a group of soldiers rushed out from the corner in front, Tang Cuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes quickly swept over them.
Two elite knights in dark gold armor, two swordsmen and one archer. Heavy armored infantry seemed to stay behind, guarding the king's tent.
There were many people in the other party, and Tang Cuo's eyes flickered, so he turned into the broken wall and took cover of himself by the night and the wall. The center of the battlefield is boiling, but it is so quiet that the needle is audible, and any sound may cause a killing opportunity.
Tang Cuo held his breath, and the cat's waist quietly approached them in the shadows. When the two sides were about to pass by, he immediately killed from the end wall—
Such as cheetah raid.
The night belonging to Tang Cuo opened the curtain, and Jin Cheng took his little harp to the street.
Hualing Street at night and Hualing Street at daytime show two different styles. Daytime is beautiful like a fairy tale. At night, it is romantic like Shakespeare's sonnet.
The Kingdom of Hundred Flowers is undoubtedly the center of the entire Sicilian continent. Whether it is the mysterious elven forest, the rich windmills of the small windmill harbor, or the powerful Luodao, it can't hide its charm.
Several copies came over, and Jin Cheng could always hear their longing for the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers from the mouth of roadside vendors, from the poems of other bards, and from the sighs of adventurers.
The four seasons of spring in the southern kingdom are the places favored by God. No one knows that it was once a nourished place nourished by pain, and the remains of countless martyrs are buried under the soil.
Jin Cheng walked and talked with people naturally.
There are also many minstrels and adventurers on the streets of the Hundred Flowers Kingdom, and most of the bounty hunters wear the emblem of the Ivy League. These outsiders walked freely on the streets surrounded by flowers. Occasionally, nobles passed by, and from their salutes, it can be seen that many of these people were nobles.
Also, Theodore Gui was the younger brother of the Duke, and was born as an orthodox knight. He also traveled to the mainland as a bounty hunter. This is an inclusive and open land, even the country of the moon hidden in the yellow sand, is also struggling to live.
Walking around, Jin Cheng came to the fountain square that passed by during the day. A young bard is playing the piano, he has a female companion, singing the story of a female knight with the sound of the piano.
Jin Cheng stood in the crowd and listened for a while, feeling quite touched, so he found a street lamp where no one was sitting on the floor, took out a quill pen and parchment, and bowed his head to write.
It didn't take long for the nib to pause again.
Jin Cheng raised his eyebrows, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. He originally intended to learn from it. Because time is running short, he is not a professional, and he can't eat this bowl of rice. But who knows what he is writing, the melody comes to his mind automatically, and he is sure that he has not heard it, nor did he come up with it.
That can only belong to Lancelot.
Blinking, Jin Cheng admitted that this copy is really special, and the completeness of its details is rare. Lancelot was nothing more than an npc. The system actually created so many scores for him.
There are several copies of Jake, the country of Yueyin. Another copy of "Song of Wind Song" for Buzz in the Principality of France is now a few more. The characters are full of life, like real.
Shaking his head, Jin Cheng crossed out all the things just written on the parchment. While humming the melodies in your mind, write them down faithfully.
At the same time, Yongye City.
Leng Miao has been in a cold war with Rong Yi for many days. Of course, this can almost be regarded as Leng Miao's unilateral war. The specific performance is that he does not talk to Rong Yi. Rong Yi is still like before, which makes Leng Miao feel like a fool.
Same today.
Leng Miao's intuition that Rong Yi had something to hide from him, but he wasn't asked infrequently, and Rong Yi wouldn't answer if asked. If he can answer, it won’t hide, it’s that simple.
Rong Yi behaved in a dim and absent-minded manner, and was often fascinated. This symptom probably began after seeing Lin Yandong. Now he even wants to go to the g area again and entrust Leng Miao to find a way to find Zheng Yingying and look at her.
"Why?" Leng Miao finally began to ask.
"I'm afraid that Zheng Yingying will have an unknown dagger, and something will happen sooner or later." Rong Yi frowned, his face sorrowful. "If you already feel danger, then stop it."
"What the do you know?"
"A tragedy."
With that, Rong Yi rubbed his eyebrows, smoothed the folds, and patted Leng Miao's shoulder with relief, "Relax, I'm really just thinking about the Tushen Squad. I'm afraid history repeats itself. There are a lot of secrets that we can't see through one by one, we can't fight it at all."
Leng Miao: "What is your so-called secret?"
Rong Yi raised his head, "Just the most obvious, do you know where the magic train ends?"
Leng Miao was asked. He looked up with Rong Yi’s gaze, the magic train happened to fly across the sky in the distance, and the sound of bang and bang was too far away to hear, but the way it passed through the clouds, every player in Yongye City familiar.
Above the clouds, the terminal of the Magic Train is the true core of the Yongye City. This is the default fact for elite players.
Can anyone really go up?
Maybe not.
For a long time, Leng Miao recovered from his thoughts and said, "You are too pessimistic."
"Maybe." Rong Yi smiled bitterly, and then said righteously: "Planning is not a bad thing."
In the end, Leng Miao promised Rong Yi to stare at Zheng Yingying. Rong Yi's commission was on the one hand. Leng Miao was also interested in Zheng Yingying and the Unknown Dagger. Rong Yi came to the gate of Area G again, looking at the large iron gate of the prison, but did not enter.
He was hesitating, holding fists in both hands, and he looked a little nervous.
Time passed unconsciously, he still failed to take that step, but turned back to his residence. He closed the curtains, closed the door, took out a black invitation-like card, and knocked in the void.
Obviously knocking in the empty place, but there is a substantial voice, "Tuk, Tuk."
He waited for a moment, and a silver-white door with a complicated labyrinth pattern appeared in front of him. Push the door in and there is a circular space filled with bookshelves.
K, who was standing on the ladder and sorting the bookshelves, turned around and greeted him familiarly. He glanced at his slightly dignified look and asked, "What makes the expression of time control all show this expression?"
Rong Yi didn't answer. He walked to the huge chessboard in the center and looked down at the chessboard.
k Slowly came down from the ladder, waved a pot of hot tea, poured a cup in person, and sent it to Rong Yi across the air, "Sit down."
As the words fell, a futon appeared at Rongyi's feet.
Rong Yi took the tea and sat down on the futon. The two faced each other across the huge chess board. Rong Yi opened his mouth and said, "I felt a familiar breath on Lin Yandong."
k: "huh?"
Rong Yi: "When you deal with Xiao Tong, are you sure you have concealed all the hidden information?"
k chuckled, "Do you doubt me?"
Rong Yi frowned.
The changes in Lin Yandong's body are only after entering the g zone, either because of Xiao Tong, or because of the copy of the g zone, anyway, it is inseparable from Xiao Tong. No matter whether Lin Yandong intervened in the release of the crimson, he was killed back to the g zone, and there must be an intentional release of water.
He deliberately went to the g area, and there was such a change in his body, obviously there was a plan.
"It's been three or four years since the transaction. What old account do you turn over?" k poured tea to Rongyi, but he was still drinking alcohol and spirits, so he had to swallow.
Raising his hands to wipe off the liquid on his lips, he continued: "When I was trading, according to your requirements, your name and the squad of the Tushen Squad were concealed, and Xiao Tong knew only that rule Xiao Tong should believe, so he has been looking for a successor for the past three years. At first it was Jin Cheng, now Zheng Yingying, he really intends to leave Yongye City. Under such circumstances, you think he is the same as Lin Yandong What's the matter? Although the two are acquaintances, the contradiction is not so deep. It is an old grievance that can't be cut off for decades, otherwise it won't be seen for ten years."
Rong Yi: "Now they meet again."
K shrugged and poured himself a glass of wine again. "You said Lin Yandong had a familiar breath. Who is the Tushen Squad?"
Rong Yi: "I can't be sure."
k: "Want to make a bet?"
"This is not a joke." Rong Yi suddenly became serious.
"Huh." K took a sip of boredom and sipped the wine. He shook his glasses slightly and narrowed his eyes, saying, "You blame me on the head of an intelligence dealer when you have something. It's really not good. Lin Yandong is like that. An old fox player who wants to know about the Tushen Squad has his own way, for example—"
"for example?"
"For example Yan Yan. She can divination to the No. 2 movement here with you. Why can't she divination to the squad of squads? Fortune-tellers can't lie about the result of divination. She hates Lin Yandong and can only tell the truth. "