Chapter 30 He Still Has 54 Books

Before leaving, the uncle threw a bottle of mineral water to Shi Ling.

It was Nongfu Spring, and the cap was loose. It seemed that it was not the original Nongfu Spring, but boiled water.

Shi Ling left the compound with the bottle of water, and found the bamboo forest after searching around. He hesitated for a moment, then stuffed a copy of "Second Grade Chinese" into his chest and walked into the bamboo forest.

Shi Ling had a reason to do this. Haven't you seen that in some movies, the protagonist saved his life by carrying a book in his arms?

The "High School Mathematics" was left in that cheap clinic, and he would have to get it back sooner or later.

Shi Ling walked into the bamboo forest, but he didn't encounter anything strange. He came to the depths of the bamboo forest, and then found an open space and a huge stone.

Shi Ling walked over, then sat cross-legged on the huge stone and began to realize the truth.

If my guess is correct, the rising of the blue moon is likely to bring the world of God Machines to our world. If I can enter the world of God Machines through enlightenment like the ancient masters, then I should be able to see those things, and should be able to change from normal to abnormal, and then integrate into this world...

But this is just my guess. The world of God Machines is illusory and has never been recorded in history books. It only exists in the legend of the Demon Sword Sect. Maybe it is fake.

Shi Ling thought for a long time and planned to learn from Bodhidharma to enter a state of meditation and enlightenment while sitting, but unfortunately he couldn't calm his mind.

"In fact, we can't believe what they say. The so-called world of God Machines may be their second-year speech after being affected by the blue moon. We can't believe it."

Shi Ling jumped off the boulder and started practicing swordsmanship. He practiced until he was sweating profusely. Then he opened the Nongfu Spring and took a big sip. After drinking it, Shi Ling suddenly covered his throat and coughed.

This water has... No, this is wine, or strong liquor!

Unexpectedly, the uncle handed him not water but wine, but strong liquor. After a sip, Shi Ling immediately felt dizzy. The power of this wine was almost as strong as the knockout drug.

Shi Ling immediately sat on the boulder to rest, but the alcohol suddenly took over, and he immediately felt dizzy, his vision was blurred, his hearing was weakened, and the world was spinning...

At this moment, Shi Ling didn't know that in addition to him, there were two other people sneaking into the bamboo forest.

These two people had been following him for several days. This time when he left the compound, these two people even sensed the opportunity and followed him.

"Brother, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We must not miss it!"

"There are only two days left before the battle at the foot of Tianwang Mountain. We must find a way to find out his details so that we can go back and report to the head."

The two covered their faces and crouched closer and closer. Then they saw Shi Ling sitting on the boulder through the gap in the bamboo. The first time they saw Shi Ling, they were stunned.

What a noble temperament! What a powerful breath! What a terrifying pressure!

At this moment, Shi Ling was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock, his clothes fluttering without wind, sword energy constantly surrounding him, he closed his eyes, as if he was comprehending some great way.

Not only that, at the moment when Shi Ling closed his eyes, the world suddenly darkened. It was clearly the time when the sun rose in the morning, but the world was dim. The outline of a blue moon faintly appeared in his mouth, and the terrifying breath filled the world, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, communicating with each other, forming some kind of incomprehensible image.

The two swallowed their saliva, they both felt the power of Shi Ling and the horror of Shi Ling.

"We seem to have provoked an existence that cannot be provoked.!"

In their eyes, Shi Ling seemed to have been sitting there since ancient times, with a body of concentration that fixed thousands of rivers and mountains, the sun, the moon, the stars, and the flow of time and space.

The faces of the two people suddenly turned pale, they were nervous and uneasy, and kept panting. The bamboo forest in their eyes turned into a terrifying hell, countless little ghosts were howling, and the gloomy wind was howling.

The two wanted to escape, but their legs were shaking like dustpans, unable to take a step. At this time, Shi Ling in their eyes suddenly stood up, then drew out a wooden sword, and danced with the sword under the thousands of leaves.

A righteous spirit emanated, making them feel better, but an ancient book suddenly fell from Shi Ling's arms.

The faces of the two turned pale instantly. From their perspective, the ancient book was extremely evil, and the cover seemed to be stained with blood. In a trance, the two even saw something like an eyeball appear on the cover of the book. The ancient book fell to the ground and then suddenly opened, but what opened was not a book, but a bloody mouth full of fangs.

The two disciples of the Divine Sword School changed their expressions after seeing this strange ancient book, because they saw the eyes on the strange book suddenly looking at them!

"Go!"

The whole bamboo forest suddenly moved without wind, and a terrifying and strange aura lingered around. The two people immediately turned around and fled, but the strange book suddenly opened its mouth, and countless blood-colored auras emanated, and then chased them.

"Puff!" One of the disciples suddenly vomited blood. He heard a low murmur, and only when he listened carefully did he feel that his blood and qi were disordered, and he vomited blood on the spot.

"It is the ancient god book that Long Zhikong has offered a reward of one million. Cover your ears and don't listen. Close your eyes and don't look, otherwise you will be swallowed by the evil god!" A disciple yelled, then covered his ears and closed his eyes.

The strange voice continued to resound in the bamboo forest, and a stream of blood-colored mist emanated around, but a fierce sword energy suddenly slashed out, cutting off the bamboo leaves and cutting through the blood mist, and the ancient evil book screamed.

"Don't worry about me, you go first!" The injured disciple shouted, and then pushed another disciple out.

"Brother, you." The junior brother put on an extremely painful face and tried to leave several times, but he still stopped.

"Brother, I will buy you time, you run away!"

"%% x-on:* # ." The evil god's whispers became louder and louder. Even if they covered their ears, they could not stop the sound from reaching their ears. The junior brother spit out a mouthful of blood, and then roared and rushed into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Brother!"

The junior brother rushed into the depths of the bamboo forest, and was instantly swallowed by the blood mist, leaving nothing behind.

"No!"

The senior brother screamed in pain, and then he struggled to run away without looking back, until he escaped from the bamboo forest. He turned around and saw the extremely peaceful bamboo forest. Everything seemed to have happened, but his junior brother had been swallowed by the terrifying bamboo forest.

"We must hurry back and tell the master everything. That boy must not be provoked!" Then, he took out his cell phone again, "Brothers, quickly take action against the remnants of the Demon Sword Sect, while that boy has not returned yet!"

Shi Ling had no idea what had happened. He was sweating, and then he sobered up. He climbed up from the boulder, and then he burped.

"Strange." Shi Ling touched his stomach. He had slept until 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but he didn't feel hungry. He didn't even have breakfast.

Afterwards, Shi Ling saw the open Chinese textbook on the ground.

"Why did the textbook fall?" Shi Ling picked up the Chinese textbook, and then found that there was a strange figure graffiti in the chapter of "Nian Nujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia", which was very blurry and unclear.

"Is this what I scribbled in class before? Why don't I remember it?" Shi Ling scratched his head and put the textbook away. He didn't lose any of his textbooks when he was in high school. He still has 54 textbooks like this.