Lin Bin fell asleep.
He didn't feel tired physically, but he was a little exhausted mentally. After all, he had been practicing Taoism before he crossed over, and after experiencing all these things after crossing over, his head was already dizzy.
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Lin Bin is asleep.
Dante Xiu, Feng Yuxiu and Taoist Wang locked themselves in the room and could not calm down for a long time.
Ding Xiu even put aside the "mission" and no longer cared about what was happening outside. He just "looked" at the chat group interface in his mind, his head full of question marks.
He knew the word.
But as an ancient person, how could I know what a chat group was?!
"What do you mean by click?"
Confused, but not stupid.
After a while, Ding Xiu gradually became familiar with the operation of the chat group, and clicked on the avatars of Feng Yuxiu and Taoist Wang respectively to view their personal information.
"Martial arts fanatic Feng Yuxiu, born with long and short legs. He uses punches first, then kicks, then grapples. Is this the five-in-one internal martial arts technique?"
Looking at Feng Yuxiu's evil and ferocious portrait, Ding Xiu slowly frowned: "This man..."
"He's a tough guy."
"As for this Taoist priest Wang..."
Master Wang’s personal information is very simple.
ID: Master Wang.
Personal profile: Contemporary disciple of Wudang Mountain.
Personal signature: Believe in science.
"What is science?"
"However, since he is a Wudang disciple, he should not be underestimated."
Closing the chat group interface, Ding Xiu muttered to himself, "This martial arts chat group... is quite interesting. I wonder who created it. Could it be the gods or Buddhas in heaven?"
"I don't believe in gods or Buddhas, but if this isn't a god or Buddha, who could have created it?"
“It’s this group owner…”
"The inheritor of national arts, so-called national arts, do you mean martial arts or Kung Fu?"
"He has a lot of information, but... I can't understand it."
ID: Inheritor of Chinese martial arts.
Personal profile: Inheritor of Molanxing Chinese martial arts, 23 years old, male, graduate of Binhai University of Technology...
Personal signature: None.
"However, now that we are here, we should make the best of it."
"This world is boring to begin with, but having a group like this is quite interesting."
After thinking about it, he sent the first message.
Mr. Jiaqian: Do you have money?
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Didi.
A reminder sound rang in my mind.
In the abandoned factory, Feng Yuxiu woke up in shock, an expression of disbelief on his face.
“It’s like a QQ group, but it’s not on my phone, but appears in my mind?”
"Is this a dream? Or am I already dead?"
"If not, then what this group leader said, that we are not in the same world... Perhaps, we can confirm it by going to Wudang Mountain to see if there is this so-called Taoist Master Wang!"
Soon, martial arts fanatic Feng Yuxiu made a decision.
Plan postponed!
Let’s go to Wudang first and look for this Taoist priest Wang to confirm whether what the group leader said is true or false.
"soon···"
"If we can find him, then we can have a fight with him first to decide the outcome, and whether we live or die!"
As for the news about Mr. Jia Qian, he simply ignored it.
Do you have money?
I'm so poor that I even strangled my wife to death because I had no money for medical treatment. And you ask me if I have money?!
If you didn’t look like an ancient person, I would be the first one to beat you to death!
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"Martial Arts Chat Group..."
Inside the Taoist temple, Taoist Master Wang was holding his cell phone, unable to calm down.
His fingers unconsciously slid across the phone, which contained the contents of a 'chat group' type novel.
"It actually exists?"
"Besides, I know everything about Feng Yuxiu and Ding Xiu..."
"Do characters in movies and TV shows count?"
"... Let's give it a try. I don't know why this group exists."
He shook his head slowly, put his phone away, and replied to a message.
Taoist Priest Wang: @加钱居士, Brother Ding, isn’t the money you asked from your fellow disciples enough for you to spend?
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Looking at the messages in the group, Ding Xiu's hair stood on end.
Mr. Jiaqian: Who are you?! How do you know this?!
Taoist Priest Wang: To be honest, I know a little bit about what happened between you and Mr. Feng, but I am hesitant now whether to reveal the details.
Now, Feng Yuxiu could no longer sit still.
Feng Yuxiu: Spoiler?!
As a modern man, he naturally knew what spoilers meant, and because of this, his heartbeat quickened.
Feng Yuxiu: What do you mean?
Mr. Jiaqian: Why should I believe you?
Taoist Priest Wang: Brother Ding, you and your fellow apprentice...
Taoist Wang: Mr. Feng, which one have you killed?
boom!
After Taoist Master Wang gave a brief description, Ding Xiu and Feng Yuxiu felt their scalps tingling and their heads buzzing.
Because, what Taoist Wang said were all what they thought in their hearts and they had never told anyone else. Why did he know?
Ding Xiu, Feng Yuxiu: Who are you?
Taoist Priest Wang: This... is not easy to explain. Maybe the group leader can give you an answer.
Taoist Wang really didn't know how to answer.
Are you guys just characters in movies and TV shows on Earth?!
This is obviously not good.
The two no longer responded, but their hearts were filled with turbulent waves and excitement.
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Get up early in the morning.
After reading the group message log, Lin Bin couldn't help but smile: "You really can't help but burst out?"
"Well, since I have such a golden finger, it would be a real waste if I don't make good use of it."
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