Chapter 857 Chapter 855 · "Noel visited Jinfeng Pavilion at night."

Under the dusk night, the moon wheel is inlaid in black velvet, hundreds of rows of red brick and tile houses are scattered along the streets, and the copper-yellow glazed tiles of the high towers are clear.

Su Mingan jumped up to the window railing. Noel stood beside him in silk.

At this moment, the world in front of Su Mingan suddenly slowed down a bit, including Noel's eyelids opening and closing, and the silk fluttering in the wind, all stopped under the white and moist moonlight.

　　【Do you really want to leave with Noel? 】

The triangular pattern points out the window: [Follow Noel].

The square pattern is still on the bedside inside the window: [Stay].

Su Mingan’s eyes stayed on the triangular pattern for a few seconds, and he chose [Follow Noel].

 The next moment, he felt his body being moved by an invisible force. A force drove his right foot forward, and in an instant, his figure plummeted from the sky, his hair hanging high in the night wind, and his dark clothes flying.

This was not an action controlled by himself. The moment he finished selecting the option, his hands and feet started to move on their own, as if the automatic path-finding system in the game was turned on, as if he had entered a plot CG.

His right hand was raised automatically, and the puppet thread was wrapped around the tall building nearby. He twisted his body, stopped his fall very smoothly, and jumped towards the nearby tall building.

 “Swish, swish, swish!”

As his feet stepped on the tiles of the tall building, the silk thread in Su Mingan's left hand wrapped around the eaves of another tall building. Like a Qinggong knight flying across the wall, he kicked off his right leg and swung towards another tall building, like a horse stepping on a flying swallow, smooth and light.

This scene is full of the beauty of Qinggong. Under the moonlit night, a young man wearing a dark double-breasted robe leaps between high-rise buildings and tile pavilions. The candlelight of the capital is hidden under his feet. The thick clouds in the night sky seem to be one with him. Only the puppet silk threads between the towers carry Yingying. moonlight.

 Noel stood on the window rail and looked at Su Mingan's back.

"So skilled... Is Su Ming'an's puppet silk so skilled?" Noel said to himself: "It is obviously a skill copied in the later period of the Ninth World. In just a few days, he is more skilled than me in using it?"

 He leaned forward and followed Su Mingan's back.

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Su Mingan landed with his feet on the ground and stood in the alley. The moment he touched the ground, he regained control of his limbs.

 …It’s really like a plot CG. After selecting an option, the player will watch the complete set of actions. During this time, he was unable to control his actions.

After Su Mingan landed, he used the puppet silk again, trying to reproduce the perfect set of light skills between buildings just now, but failed and almost fell from the eaves.

 —That must be the most perfect puppet silk control technology, and it requires systematic control to complete it. He wasn't proficient enough to do that scene himself. The body cannot be handed over to the system unless the option is triggered.

Thinking about it this way, if there is a battle option later, wouldn’t it be equivalent to turning on automatic battle?

Su Ming'an looked up and saw that the tall tower where the eldest prince was imprisoned was already far away from him. It went straight into the sky and penetrated the thick clouds. At such a height, if he had used the puppet silk to land without any injuries, he might not have been able to succeed.

 The night in the capital was quiet, with no civilians walking around on the roads except for watchmen and guards in auspicious cloud uniforms. The crows chirped slightly, and the sound of gongs and wooden clappers reached my ears.

 “Dong-dong! Dang! Dang!”

 “The sky is dry and things are dry—be careful of fire and candles—!”

The lights carried by the soldiers in the capital swayed from the alley. After the people left, Su Mingan walked out of the shadows.

He has noticed that when he selected those options, not only Noel, but also the barrage speed in the live broadcast room was increased by 0.5 times. This showed that it was not that time was really slowed down, but that his own perception was accelerated. . After all, the time pause in the dungeon cannot affect the audience outside the dungeon. It should be his own senses that are stretched.

"Su Mingan." Noel fell beside him: "Follow me to a place."

“Didn’t you mean bombing the palace?”

"Not now." Noel straightened the ribbon and said seriously: "As far as I know, the night part of the tenth world is very dangerous. Most of the 'abnormalities' occur at night, just like a hundred ghosts walking at night."

"I read some books before, and these 'abnormalities' sounded like ghost stories. For example, people who look in bronze mirrors in the middle of the night will see bleeding women. For example, people who dig wells to get water in the middle of the night will take out **** water. For example, People who sleep under the bed during the fifth watch will be decapitated by ghosts that jump off the cliff to death." Su Mingan considered: "It's almost like a supernatural event. For players who are afraid of ghosts, these things are probably worse than monsters and the like. Even more terrifying...what are you doing?"

 Under Su Mingan's slightly horrified gaze, Noel began to take off his clothes.

"This dress is a little inconvenient, I'll take off the ribbon." Noel explained as he took off his clothes.

 “Why are you dressing up as a woman?” Su Mingan asked.

"It has something to do with the 'abnormality'." Noel said: "I am possessed by the foreign stargazer in General Yang's Mansion, and I heard the servants in the court say that if foreigners walk around in the capital late at night, they must be women or people who look like women, otherwise It will attract 'abnormalities'. I have heard a lot of similar rules. For example, you must wear a brown felt hat when fetching water, otherwise you will be dragged down the well by 'abnormalities'. For example, if you kneel in front of the mirror during the third watch, you need to Stand up for a moment, otherwise you will suddenly burst into blood and die. People all over the world have their own set of prevention rules for the appearance of 'abnormalities'."

 "Immediate death rule?" Su Ming'an felt alarm bells ringing in his heart.

 Noel took off the ribbon, leaving only a long gold skirt.

"I'm going to take you to get information tonight." Noel curled his lips: "Come to a place with me."

 …

 The moon is bright and the lanterns are colorful.

A palace-like building stands in a circular area outside the capital city. A red wooden plaque hangs on the red lacquer door, with the words "Golden Phoenix Pavilion" written in three large characters: dragons and phoenixes dancing.

Peering into the hall, there is a pearl curtain with warm jade and light. People were sitting at the banquet, drinking and drinking. There were singers singing and dancers dancing under the stage, and there was a white jade ring on the stage.

Even at night, there were still people coming and going at the door. A drunken man hugged Mei Ji and left. In the attic, a graceful woman waving a handkerchief could be seen. She was fat and thin, with a hazy figure.

 As soon as he arrived here, Su Mingan took half a step back. How could Noel go to such a place so much? It was the same in Praia that time. At that time, Lu Shu and Lin Yin went to such a building to go crazy.

 “Let’s go.” Noel whispered, “This is a good place to explore for information.”

A middle-aged woman came with a smile. She was holding a pipe and wearing a purple robe. She pulled the reluctant Su Mingan inside:

"Sir, you are a new face. You are a young disciple coming to participate in the Penglai Immortal Selection this year. Please come quickly. The arena has been opened. You can just see the skills of various martial arts people. Today are the Flying Talisman Sect and the Chi The competition between three generations of Jianmen disciples is really exciting."

Su Mingan has already put on "Wang Han's human skin mask" and a white black bamboo robe brought by Noel, so that no one can tell that he is the eldest prince. To outsiders, he looks like a noble gentleman with extraordinary temperament.

A group of orioles came with smiles, their hands and feet were irregular, and they thrust straight towards Su Ming'an's arms and waist. Su Ming'an was so frightened that he clenched Noel's sleeves and used Noel's long skirt to block them.

"Why do you bring a girl with you when you come to a place like this?" The woman looked at the fair-looking blond woman next to Su Ming'an with admiration in her eyes: "This one is so beautiful and fragrant, she makes all the girls here feel sad. Eclipsed."

 “Uh…well.” Su Mingan nodded.

  Noel lowered her head and pretended to be just an ordinary maid.

The two of them were surrounded and entered. The hall was very large, with hundreds of people sitting in scattered places. This place was not just a place for celebrities, but also included many teahouse guests, gamblers, and minstrels. As soon as you enter the door, you feel the heat and hustle and bustle. People are passing through, their faces are glowing, and it is extremely lively. Su Mingan's arrival was hidden in the crowd and did not attract anyone's attention.

The most eye-catching thing is a square white jade arena in the center. People are pointing at the two fighting people on the stage and talking loudly.

I saw only two people on the stage, one of whom was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, holding a yellow paper charm in his hand, his eyes bright, and he was chanting something. A man with a crane-bone frost beard, short brown clothes, and a three-foot long red sword in his hand. As he swung it, fire rose and hot wind blew on his face.

 The people below were drinking tea and talking animatedly.

“Master Zhuo deserves to be from the Flying Talisman Sect, and his skills in Talisman and Seal Writing are superb. There will definitely be competition in this Penglai Immortal Selection.” A young man looked at the middle-aged man in black and white Taoist robes and sighed with his palms.

"What does this mean? You haven't seen Zou Yuqing, the witch from the Holy Cult. Her original command does not need to be condensed into cinnabar and yellow paper, and she can kill people without blood. If the immortal is not limited to the distinction between good and evil, I am afraid it will make that person The witch took away the opportunity of the fairy island." A bald diner retorted.

"I heard that Princess Jinghe is extremely talented. She can also issue orders without the need for talismans. She is especially good at attacking. With one word of order, hundreds of armies retreat. Even the abnormal ones are afraid of her awe-inspiring righteousness. If it weren't for her body, As a princess, she may have already become a chivalrous girl protecting the side. She must be a part of this Penglai Immortal Selection." Next to her, a scholar and scribe said.

"Brother, your news is out of date. The third princess is in the royal family and does not need to participate in the Penglai Immortal Selection. She can go directly to Penglai Immortal Island in three days and will not compete with us for the three immortal selection places." The bald-headed diner said. : "I don't know if they can get the immortal talisman and seal script to expel anomalies on a large scale when they go to Penglai Immortal Island. If they are greedy for the fairyland and refuse to turn around, the people of the world will still suffer."

“The rise and fall of the world has nothing to do with us, alas.”

Everyone shook their heads and just watched the fighting in the ring.

Within a few seconds, the fingers of the middle-aged man in black and white robes moved together, and the golden light of the seal writing flashed in the air. He pinched the yellow paper in his hand and shouted, "Quick order - the wind is retreating!" A strong wind suddenly rose, knocking down the swordsman on the opposite side. The plate was unstable and fell off the ring.

 “Taoist Zhuo is truly extraordinary in martial arts!”

 “Good! Well done!”

 The audience cheered loudly, and everyone from tea drinkers, gamblers, and diners praised loudly.

“Who else?” Zhuo Fanzhi stood on the ring, his voice like thunder.

Su Ming'an made a visual inspection and found that Zhuo Fanzhi's combat effectiveness was between 2,000 and 2,500 points, which was not as good as his opponent with one palm.

 But with this kind of fighting power, in the eyes of the people, they are already "a contending place for the Penglai Immortal Chosen", and they can be regarded as a master of one side. It seems that the high-end combat power of the tenth world should be between 3,000 and 4,000.

 I don’t know what level Xiao Jingsan is. Listening to these people's discussions, it is difficult to directly verbalize the order without yellow paper. But that’s what Xiao Jingsan did.

With just a few sentences, Su Mingan has already collected a lot of information—three days later, there will be a "Penglai Immortal Selection" to convene warriors from all over the world, and the warriors will compete with each other. The top three among them will be qualified to go to Penglai Island.

 Crossing the oceans, getting a glimpse of eternal life.

 (End of this chapter)