MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 40 0: Arrangement on paper

  Chapter 40 040: Arrangement on paper

  Shen Tang was curious: "This is the encrypted language?"

  【Looking horizontally, it becomes a ridge and a side becomes a peak, with different distances and heights】

  She read it on the scroll of praying for good, and according to the notes, it should be an army speech spirit used by Yin people, which is very confusing. The focus of the whole poem is on the first half of the sentence. If the opponent has little experience and can't see the way, one mistake will lead to the way. LYB's favorite.

  But the way to crack it is also simple.

The key point of breaking the formation lies in the second half of the sentence—I don’t know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but because I am in this mountain—if you react in time, you only need to distance yourself, interspersed with roundabouts, and take care of your own front and rear, so that you can see clearly if your opponent doesn’t take advantage of the opportunity. True colors.

  In addition to this, there is a simpler panacea method—killing the enemy with absolute force can also break the formation.

  Qi Shan looked dignified: "It looks like it is."

  Shen Tang asked again: "How to crack it?"

  Unexpectedly, Qishan asked, "How would I know?"

  He said so, but his eyes and expression obviously didn't mean it. Shen Tang was choked up by his question: "Yuanliang doesn't even know, and it's even more impossible for me to know. Are we just staring like this?"

   It is impossible to stare blankly.

   Prayer is not so boring.

  He just looked at Shen Tang silently, who turned his eyes away.

   After a long time, Shen Tang whispered in a low voice, his voice sounded a little weak: "Yuanliang... Did I cause trouble..."

  The silent atmosphere flows quietly in the room.

Qishan didn't speak, so she couldn't help thinking about it—she really didn't expect that she would be so unlucky, and she would encounter such a thing when she went out to find a job to make money, and she didn't expect that the drawing paper given by the boy would hide secrets, or An extremely rare encrypted language spirit.

  She used her toes to think about it and knew that she was involved in unknown troubles. If Qishan got close to her, she might not be able to stay out of it.

   Qishan deliberately concealed something...

   Not happy! (#￣～￣#)

   "Hey, can this be considered trouble?"

  Qi Shan raised his eyelids, but the words that came out of his mouth caught Shen Tang by surprise. He changed from his usual laziness, and his expression showed a little sharpness.

He tidied up the drawing papers slowly, leaving only the picture of the villain drawn by Shen Tang unmoved, and said with a smile: "I knew that Xiaocheng would be in troubled waters and dared to come here, so naturally I wouldn't be afraid of such a little trouble. I'm not afraid of getting into the game , I’m afraid I can’t even find the door to the bureau.”

   To put it bluntly, he came here to find trouble, not to have a good time in the past, and what happened to Shen Tang played into his hands.

  Mr. Shen Xiaolang is really amazing.

   It's only the second day, so I gave him such a big surprise!

   "Young Li, go to sleep early and come get the painting tomorrow."

  Shen Tang stared blankly at Qi Shan, only had time to catch the corner of his leaving clothes, and opened his mouth for a long while, not knowing what to say.

   After a long time, he opened his mouth to curse.

   "Damn!"

  Is it great to know more?

  ="=Convex!

  Suddenly, it seemed that all the strength in his body had been relieved.

   Well, knowing more is great!

  She leaned back and lay on her back on the wooden floor. With her eyes open, she stared blankly at the beam above her head, dreaming wildly.

   Mrs. Mrs. is upset!

  The inexplicable anger was rampant in his chest, and he couldn't find an outlet. The more I think about it, the more irritable I become, the more irritable I get, the more irritable I become, and the cycle goes on and on.

  Finally, she stretched her waist and sat up abruptly.

   Grabbing the picture of the villain, I didn't have time to appreciate my favorite work, I stared at the blank space of the drawing paper, closed my eyes and recalled the way of praying for goodness just now, condensing the literary spirit in the palm of my hand. The moment Wenqi touched the paper, the surrounding environment changed from clear to blurred.

  She felt her consciousness broke into a very subtle "different space" - the world is lonely, Yin and Yang intertwined - just when she was about to escape from the ghost place, a horizontal and vertical chessboard suddenly lit up under her feet, and a blurry figure appeared in the distance.

  Who is this person?

  Shen Tang just had this thought, his body sank suddenly, his consciousness returned to his body, and the words appeared on the drawing paper in front of him.

  【Looking horizontally, it becomes a ridge and a side becomes a peak】

"What does it mean…"

  Shen Tang stabilized his mind and repeated again.

  Being mentally prepared, when the chessboard reappeared, she calmly looked at the black shadow. With good eyesight, he can vaguely see that the black shadow is a tall and thin young man. At first glance, his body shape is similar to Qishan's, but his temperament is a bit more decadent than Qishan's.

  His face was hidden in darkness, and he did not speak. Seeing Shen Tang appear, he just raised his right hand and waved his folding fan.

  Shen Tang tensed up instantly and was about to draw out the loving mother sword. Unexpectedly, a huge black disc gathered above the chessboard. Following the young man's movements, it fell decisively with a "snap".

   Immediately after the screams of killing, two majestic cities, one black and one white, rose on both sides of the chessboard, and the two black and white sons on the chessboard turned into thousands of small soldiers, fighting endlessly. Judging from the situation on the chessboard, the fighting has obviously entered a fierce stage, and the winner is about to be decided.

  Shen Tang: "..."

   What should she do now?

   Blinking his eyes blankly, Shen Tang tried to take a random step, and the young man on the opposite side followed closely. When the chess pieces landed, they turned into black villains and joined the fight. The white villains on Shen Tang's side were cut and scattered by the black villain cavalry, and turned into groups, isolated and helpless.

   At this point, the result needless to say.

  After a few breaths, she suddenly opened her eyes, her face switched back and forth between black, white, red and blue, and it took a long time before she resisted the urge to lift the table.

  The encrypted speech spirit she thought was really an encrypted speech spirit. The relationship between the two is like a safe and a password. With a cracking speech spirit, it can be cracked. Who knew that the Encrypted Speech Spirit is the formation of the Encrypted side, setting up an endgame, and the Decrypted side going into battle to break the situation.

  Shen Tang crossed his arms and stared at the picture of the villain.

   Almost stared the paper out of the flames.

  If it doesn't work once, do it again.

next door.

  Qi Shan sensed Shen Tang's literary spirit surging, paused when he raised the brush, and the dripping ink smudged into a small ball on the paper.

  Recovering himself, he glanced at the drawing paper, frowned slightly, resisted not changing the paper, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He has also drawn several secret drama pictures before, either straightforward or implicit, both men and women. Even if I haven't started writing for a long time, I feel a bit unfamiliar, but after a while, I can get back to the previous state, like a fish in water.

  Until the pupils of the pavilion rise to the east and the rooster crows.

Qishan stretched his waist, put away the dried secret play drawing, and prepared to hand it over to Shen Tang for a job—the person behind the scenes is also a drunkard, and it doesn’t matter how well the painting is, just fool it—he Just when he opened the door, he saw a familiar figure from behind.

   "Shen Xiaolang?"

   It was Shen Tang who came.

  Qi Shan asked again: "Woke up so early today?"

  Shen Tang turned around when he heard the movement, and said angrily: "Whether I slept this night, Yuan Liang can't figure it out? What about painting?"

  Qi Shan handed out the painting, and said something without thinking.

   "The one who set up the formation is a good player."

  Shen Xiaolang-jun, a half-hearted monk who has become a monk on the way, if he can break the formation, I don't know how many literary conspirators will cover their chests and vomit blood.

  Shen Tang said: "Have you broken the formation?"

  Qi Shan shook his head: "No."

  Looking at the blue and black eyes of Mr. Shen Xiaolang, you can tell that last night was not a good time, the anger was so strong that even Wen Xin was restless.

   It's normal that it can't be broken, so don't get angry like this.

  Young people should learn more from him, he is very calm.

   What the hell...

   Is there a bug in the background paragraph, all piled up together?

  (end of this chapter)