Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"Congratulations, knight."

The voice from the temple, without emotional fluctuations, seems to be a set program.

Fang Lang knows that this is illusion, this is magic.

He finally walked to the top of the stairs and saw the entire temple at a glance. No, it was not a temple, it was a log cabin by the lake.

Looking back, the wide and long stairs before were only small stone roads in the countryside.

"It's another place, this illusion is too powerful. It suddenly changed, and I couldn't even notice the process of change. It is indeed super magic." Fang Lang whispered to himself, "Unfortunately, my current magic practice is too low, and there is no such thing at all. Enough understanding, otherwise just seeing this 'illusion myth' will make me go further."

An old voice came from the front, "What are you anxious about, young knight."

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows and walked gently. Beside the hut by the lake, there was an old man fishing on a small wooden bench.

"A new assessment?" Fang Lang thought about it, walked slowly, and said in a loud voice, "Old man, how many more assessments are there?"

Before starting the Paladin assessment, the high priest said that there are eight items, each of which is ten points, for a total of eighty points. Fang Lang had no doubts before, but now he has doubts.

Especially after going through the previous temple assessment, Fang Lang can almost be sure that this Paladin assessment is definitely not eight, no, to be precise, not eight times.

"The first test of fantasy mythology, spirit and will, is the test of the potential power of the knight. The second test of the temple is the analysis and insight of the knight, as well as the persistence and heart of the knight's way. If you change to ordinary people, in illusion After being lost for ten years, the moment I come to my senses, I am afraid that I will go crazy, and I am even willing to indulge in fantasy." Fang Lang said calmly.

Ten years, for ordinary people, is one-eighth of their life, and they are very satisfied, but in the end, I will tell you that it is false, and you cannot pass that test without enough psychological endurance.

That is to say, the stairs of the temple were not intended for people to walk up, but forced the knights to feel their own powerlessness, and under the washing of events, they merged into the illusion.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand a word." The old fishing man held the fishing rod and said lightly: "Young knight, if you are bored, you might as well come fishing."

"This is the third test, a test of patience?" Fang Lang thought of this for the first time, then shook his head, "Okay, I am idle anyway, where is the fishing rod?"

"This."

Fang Lang walked to the old man's side, and the fishing rod and small wooden bench appeared automatically. Fang Lang was not surprised. He picked up the things and started fishing.

"The hook has no bait, are you playing?" The old man frowned.

"It's nothing, just idle." Fang Lang chuckled and said, "Old man, how do you know I'm a knight?"

"Nothing, just guessing."

Fang Lang shook his head and laughed, "I know why you know I'm a knight."

This sentence is very convoluted, but the old man still understands it.

"I just passed the temple assessment, and the holy light appeared on my body. Although it has faded away now, if you look closely, you can still find it." Fang Lang shrugged, "Entering this illusion, my former strength has disappeared, and my physique has disappeared. It has also become no different from ordinary people, that is to say, this holy light is not my magic, but the blessing of the temple."

"Well...what are you talking about?" the old man was puzzled.

"Old man, how long have you been fishing here?" Fang Lang asked.

"ten years."

"What a coincidence."

"What are you talking about?" the old man repeated the previous words again.

"It's nothing." Fang Lang sighed, "Illusion Myth is very powerful. It's the first time I've seen such a powerful illusion. But after seeing you, I understand that it's not that Illusion Myth is powerful, but me. Right? , old man?"

"What are you talking about?" The old man was still puzzled.

Fang Lang looked sideways, holding the old man's face. The old man's face was very familiar. He was his former Taishu master.

"Old man, do you know who you are?"

"who I am?"

"You are the Admiral of the Navy."

"marshal."

"Well, it's called Buddha's Warring States." Fang Lang recalled, saying: "You used to push the Pirate King to a corner, and then put the pirate Golden Lion in the deep-sea prison, and later... died at my hands. ."

"Dead? Such a powerful person?" the old man asked.

"Well, because I'm more powerful." Fang Lang shook his head, "I've killed a lot of people, killing without killing intent, accidental injury, massacre, all kinds of killings, my hands are stained with blood, but There has never been a trace of fear or regret. There is only one person who has always made it difficult for me to let go."

"Marshal of the Warring States?"

"Yes. At that time, I was young and energetic and made many mistakes, but this one is the only one that I still can't forget until now." Fang Lang recalled the scene of killing his master, "You hate me?"

"hatred?"

"You don't need to answer, I know that the position is different, and there is no room for conversation." Fang Lang sighed, "But since you appeared in this kind of fantasy, to be precise, it was the fantasy myth that cooperated with my memory to simulate this. One assessment, then, there is only one thing I can do."

"What are you going to do?" The old man looked at Fang Lang with a dull expression.

Fang Lang threw away the fishing rod and slowly got up from the wooden bench. Facing the old man, he bowed his head slightly, "Sorry, master."

"Wrong." The old man shook his head.

"Huh? Ah, it's really wrong, I'm not a pirate now

, I am a knight. Fang Lang smiled casually, clenched his right fist, put it on his left chest, and said solemnly: "I killed you, it was my fault, I apologize to you, if there is hell, I will climb from hell after death. Heaven, drink three cups with the master. "

As soon as these words came out, the old man nodded, and his body turned into a little light that dissipated with the wind.

Fang Lang's face was calm, watching the memory fade away, and the surrounding scenery also changed.

The small lake, the wooden house, and the fish basket dissipated little by little, and the divine brilliance reappeared.

Fang Lang did not move, and stood quietly until the change stopped.

"This time, is it inside the temple?" Fang Lang looked up and saw the inside of the temple, as well as the tall golden knight statue.

A voice came from the idol, "Congratulations, knight." ..