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Chapter 315: [The Man Who Moved History (Part 1)] (Ask for a monthly ticket!)

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Sitting on the paper crane, Lu Xun carefully sensed the movement of this alien, and found that it was a matter of extremely consuming spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, with my current strength, even if I want to be a "hunter" and chase after aliens every day, I guess the spiritual sense can't withstand the consumption, and the pursuit will dry up after a while.

"The biggest advantage is that if there is a foreign race near me, I can get feedback immediately."

"Based on the current level, it should be within four or five miles with me as the center."

Lu Xun sensed the position of this alien again, and was surprised to find that the other seemed to be...

— Drop in

He's moving in the same direction!

The direction of Lotus Village!

"It seems that he should be going near the altar." Lu Xun said in his heart.

At this time, Lu Xun suddenly realized a problem that he had neglected.

"I can perceive alien races because I have absorbed the mysterious beads, which contain part of the energy of the altar."

"And the aliens are sent from the altar, and they have the breath of the altar, so I can perceive it."

"However, the crux of the matter is—the altar was made by a foreign race!"

Yes, just like when he met Bai Beiqiu back then, it was at the altar, that altar was still half-finished, and Bai Beiqiu was helping it take shape.

"Then, if every alien race is teleported from the altar, and every altar is built by a foreign race, then it doesn't make sense."

"It's like the classic question: which came first, the chicken or the egg."

Of course, if the settings are changed, it is not assumed that all alien races must rely on altar teleportation, nor that all altars are built by alien races, then there is no need to think about this issue.

At that time, what needs to be considered is: What other modes of arrival do aliens have

Or... If it is true that the alien races are all transmitted by the altar, but the first altar was not built by the natural alien race, who made it

Lu Xun shook his head and stopped thinking about it, because it was useless to think about it now.

This involves the origin of the main mission [Alien Invasion]. At this stage, even the large-scale alien invasion has not yet arrived, and the plot line has not yet developed to this part.

When he crossed over, the plot line had not yet developed to this point.

The question that is more suitable for Lu Xun to consider now is-why I can't perceive the location of the altar!

Yes, there was a hint of altar aura on the alien race, and he could locate it himself, but Lu Xun couldn't locate the altar itself!

He has now controlled the paper crane and flew within three miles of Lianhua Village, but he still hasn't sensed the smell of the altar next to Lianhua Village.

"Maybe it's because of the restriction and disguise of the altar." Lu Xun said in his heart.

After all, even the great practitioners couldn't detect the location of the altar. The players found and destroyed the altar in the first place because of various reasons.

"If I can locate the altar, I will directly recruit the third senior brother to be my bodyguard, wander around the world, destroy one when I sense it, and start directly from the source!" Lu Xun felt a little regretful.

In this case, it's like playing a game, and the enemy's crystal is directly removed before the pawn line is released, not to mention how cool it is.

And the rewards that can be brought by dismantling the altar are extremely rich... The special attribute point reward alone is enough to make Lu Xun feel satisfied.

Although it is a random attribute point and needs to be drawn by oneself, no matter how dark the face is, it is not impossible to never get the [Sword Dao Qualification], right

Maybe one day if you are not careful, you will become a [True Born Sword Embryo]!

Thinking about it makes me feel happy.

Thinking of this, Lu Xun felt even more regretful.

Facts have proved that people must learn to think about problems.

Because while thinking, you can discover...

— Not only can’t figure out this problem, but also find more problems!

Lu Xun thought about it, and then thought of something wrong.

"At the beginning when the third senior brother killed the alien race, Mr. sent him there, and the master also left a mark on the alien race so that the third senior brother could be responsible for tracking it down."

"The third senior brother said that, for Mister, it's nothing more than a trivial matter to quietly apply a mark within a certain range."

"However, this also shows from the side that Mister can easily perceive aliens, and can easily locate them!"

"I don't know how sir did it."

"Is it because his own strength is outrageous, beyond my imagination, or is it because of other reasons?"

"It seems that after returning to the sect, we need to find a more reasonable reason and go to check on Mr. Zhang's words."

Well, a reasonable excuse is very important, otherwise it is easy to expose some of his biggest secrets.

Outside Lianhua Village, a rural couple is walking on a path between fields.

They are rushing to their farmland with a set of tools used for farm work.

The man is not strong and strong. In the whole Lianhua Village, he is relatively thin and weak.

Although the woman is not very white and her dress is rustic, she is slim and curvy, and she looks like a good-looking woman.

In this lotus village, she is quite pretty.

There is a suona hanging from the man's waist.

Along the way, when he was free, he would take off the suona and blow twice.

As we all know, Suona doesn't look big, but its sound is really loud.

He blew a few times casually, startled the surrounding birds, fluttered his wings and flew into the distance, obviously startled by the sudden sound.

Looking at the man who was beaming with joy and blowing the suona, the woman frowned secretly.

She kicked the man lightly and said, "Chu Chui Chui! You know how to blow it! You can't make much money, but you still blow it every day! Let Ah Bao learn from you!"

After being kicked lightly, the man was not angry. He patted off the mud and dust on his pants with a smile and said, "You sewed these pants. You don't feel bad if they get dirty, but I do."

As he said that, he still didn't forget to argue: "What's wrong with me asking Abao to learn how to play the suona? This is a handicraft left by our ancestors, so it can't be cut off from me, right?"

The woman sneered angrily, and said, "Then you rely on this skill to make a living!"

The man heard this and couldn't talk back.

They eat and live in Lianhua Village, and rarely go outside the village.

Suona is usually only used during weddings and funerals, and the village is full of acquaintances. When people are happy or sad, they go to play suona. No matter how embarrassed they are to collect money, at most it is just a meal.

"Stop talking? Why didn't you talk?" The woman looked quite unreasonable.

The man lowered his head and hung up the suona again, but stopped playing.

He knew that he owed his mother-in-law a lot.

He is not physically strong, and when he does farm work, he is not as capable as other men in the village.

This indirectly leads to the work that the mother-in-law of one's own family will have to do more than the mother-in-law of other people's family.

And besides the skill of playing suona, he really has nothing to show for it.

In addition, people are desperate for face, and when they are called to play the suona, they are really embarrassed to accept money from the villagers.

My mother-in-law is the number one beauty in the village, and she really felt wronged after following him.

"Useless stuff!" The woman didn't dare to say anything when she saw him, and pinched his waist forcefully, expressing her dissatisfaction.

After pinching, he added an even more hurtful sentence: "Not like a man!"

After walking to their own farmland, the couple began to do farm work under the scorching sun.

Not long after, a black shadow fell from the sky, which shocked the couple.

people! The man who flew down from the sky!

The person who came was a man with long and narrow eyes. He frowned and looked at the couple, and muttered to himself, "It's been a year since I came to the altar, and the outside of the altar has been turned into farmland. What a trouble."

"These ants in Tianchen Continent are really unlikable."

Then, without even thinking about it, he waved his left hand, and a black light was formed, which first cut towards the woman with a dull face and weak legs from being frightened.

"Are you... going to die?" This was the woman's last thought.

The next moment, she didn't feel pain, but felt a burst of scalding, like hot water splashing on her body.

Blood red water.

The man who was insulted by her, kicked by her, useless in his eyes, and desperate to save face, stood in front of her.

A huge hole is bleeding continuously.

The man looked down at the hole on his body and the clothes that were torn out of shape by Heimang.

His clothes and trousers were all made by his own mother-in-law after finishing the farm work.

His mother-in-law's craftsmanship is the best in the village.

Every needle and thread is painstaking effort.

He is so precious. After being kicked just now, his first reaction was to pat the dirty place clean.

If the old set of clothes hadn't been accidentally broken, and he couldn't wear them anymore, he would definitely not be wearing this one when he came to do farm work today.

The woman said he didn't look like a man, indeed, he was always a mother-in-law on weekdays.

But fortunately, at that moment just now, he was decisive enough.

To be precise, it was an instinctive reaction.

With a sound of "ta-", the man fell to the ground.

The suona on the waist was cut into two by the previous black light, and rolled to the side.

Before the man died, he glanced at the clothes and pants dimly.

It's ridiculous to say that his last thought was:

"My mother-in-law just made it, and I haven't worn it for a few days, what a pity!"

(ps: The third update really has to be written until late at night. Please ask for a monthly pass at three o'clock in the morning!)