Chapter 485 His Name
God's Chosen Arena
"Hey! Kid, are you really the chosen one of the Sun God?"
Just after Bai Tong finished the battle, he took his seat as the soldiers instructed in a daze. Then he heard a clear voice coming from behind him.
So he looked up and saw a small, pointed ear.
Bai Tong was stunned. It was the first time he saw this type of life.
There is a subtle difference in style compared to the surrounding environment.
It’s like the life in the two-dimensional world has run into the three-dimensional world.
"Why? You've never seen a fairy?"
The little man said this menacingly, with his hands in his pockets.
Bai Tong scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
Among the many disciples in the gym, he himself was not the one who was not good at speaking.
But when he was out, he had also reported to his master, so he couldn't be too rude and bring disgrace to his master's reputation.
"I'm sorry. I was rude."
Bai Tong bowed to each other.
"It smells like a saint, but I don't think you are one of those perverts who would stare at the sun without blinking."
The fairy flapped its little wings behind it and flew to Bai Tong's chair.
Then he looked at Bai Tong's head and said.
"Bai Tong is a Wudang disciple and a Taoist successor, not some chosen one of the Sun Gods."
Bai Tong felt the breath coming from the fairy's small body, and moved his butt to the side somewhat uncomfortably, then sat up straight and spoke.
He was afraid that if he turned his head carelessly, he would knock the little guy next to him away.
"Oh!"
"Even the Sun God may not have a weapon made of stars, but you, a Taoist descendant, are the first to use it."
"That guy would be so pissed if he knew!"
The fairy seemed to know a certain Sun God Chosen, and it was obvious that the relationship between them was quite subtle.
She chattered away, her expression quite lively.
However, Bai Tong, who turned his face away, naturally couldn’t see it.
"This is the magic weapon given to me by Senior Brother Sanhua."
Bai Tong didn’t know what the Sun God Selection was. In fact, he was still very confused about this copy world.
However, he found that he was quite perceptive in some aspects.
For example: He felt that the smell of the fairy next to him was somewhat similar to that of the earth elf before.
Probably, it's like the difference between braised pork elbow and cured pork elbow?
But no matter what, the words must be made clear.
I heard from Senior Brother Yu Xing that he saw Senior Brother Sanhua forge this sword using a star with his own eyes.
Although it is a little hard to imagine that scene, it has nothing to do with the election of the Sun God.
Could it be that there is someone who wants to control all the stars in the world?
That's too overbearing.
Bai Tong thought so.
"Sanhua... Senior Brother? Is Sanhua a taboo name?"
"Sanhua... Sanhua... sounds like the name of a druid."
The fairy tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said uncertainly.
"Druid? No."
"Sanhua is a Taoist name. I heard from Senior Brother Yu Xing that Senior Brother Sanhua's original name was Yichun. Later, he entered the sect. When our Grandmaster saw that Senior Brother Sanhua had three colors on his body, he took the meaning of 'Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head' and called him: Sanhua."
Bai Tong hurriedly explained.
"Yi Chun?"
The fairy's body froze for a moment, then she breathed a sigh of relief:
"It's not a druid Yi Chun, so it's not a big problem."
Then the next moment, she heard Bai Tong continue to say:
"I heard from Senior Brother Yu Xing that when Senior Brother Sanhua was in the mountains, he always liked to transform into a ginger cat."
"Maybe this is one of the reasons why our master named him ' Sanhua'?"
After Bai Tong finished speaking, the fairy fell silent.
Until Bai Tong couldn't help it and turned his head slightly to the side.
He noticed that the fairy's mouth was moving quickly, but he didn't hear any sound.
"Oblivion is all!"
Suddenly, the fairy called out softly.
A faint magical light flew out from the small magic wand in her hand and landed directly on her body!
"Oh! I asked some stupid questions again."
"But it doesn't matter, let's just skip it happily!"
"What's your name, kid?"
The fairy asked, holding her hands in her pockets.
Bai Tong was stunned for a moment, he keenly noticed something.
Perhaps, his Sanhua Senior Brother's reputation outside was greater than he imagined...
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Arnold's Dream World
Madiri Zide whistled happily.
Over the past ten years, she has learned many musical instruments from her teachers.
Except for the suona, which her teacher did not allow her to play, she has almost mastered all the other musical instruments.
Madiri Zide thinks suona is cool. After all, according to the book, it is the only instrument that can accompany life and death.
But the teacher said she gave birth to a heavy child.
An instrument as heavy as the suona would be a bit too much for her to bear.
This made Madiri Zide a little puzzled because the book did not mention the weight of the suona.
However, there are indeed words related to the "strength" required to play the suona.
Maybe, that thing is made of pure gold?
Among many musical instruments, Madiri Zide likes whistling best.
It doesn't have so many complicated syllables and processes.
One or two thin pieces of wood, or even simply reduced to a leaf.
All it takes is a cheerful soul and some simple skills to sing a joyful tune that will make your calves kick.
Even the harsh old man who always had a stern face in the area agreed with this point.
Mediri Zide glanced calmly at the old man who was sitting solemnly not far away and was wearing silver armor.
Whenever she plays her instrument, there are always a lot of audiences.
The teacher said that those were souls attracted by her music.
That old man was one of the regular customers.
But he has always been stingy with his expressions.
There is rarely any vivid expression given to Madre Tsed's playing.
He always sat there with a thoughtful look on his face, occasionally revealing a hint of nostalgia.
Madiri Zide rarely saw him smile.
It seemed that his face was always covered with cold frost.
He must have been a very dignified guy when he was alive...
Madiri Zide sometimes thought like this.
He was a tough listener .
When Madiri Zide was young, every time she made a mistake, she would get the expected frown.
This made the former Madiri Zide feel very uncomfortable.
Every time this happened, his mouth would move a little.
It seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.
However, Madiri Zide remembered that there was one time when he spoke out.
But it is a silent word, not heard by outsiders.
Judging from the lip shape, those should be two fairly simple bytes.
But Madiri Zide didn't know what it was.
Maybe it's a criticism like "bad"...
