What should I do if the heroine escapes from the book?

"Ouch~"

"ah……"

"Hiss...fuck..."

"Boom!"

Downstairs from Chu Ge, an old man was watching TV, looking up at the floor from time to time, and making incomprehensible tut-tsk sounds.

"The young couple upstairs are quite fun...it's a pity that they are old and can't play anymore. Speaking of which, the girl is so beautiful, like a fairy."

In the living room, Chu Ge was exuding a faint golden light, lying on the floor with his head covered with buns, and his eyes were still spinning.

Qiu Wuji went back to his room to get his notebook, and played the sound effect of a cartoon about coma with circles around his eyes, enjoying himself.

Chu Ge came back to his senses, feeling pained and amused at the same time: "Is this your golden bell mask training method? Why didn't I know how this thing is practiced?"

"Yes, I simplified the training method after analyzing it. Look at how fast it is now completed."

Chu Ge: "You didn't do anything. You taught me a Kung Fu formula and then gave me a beating. How did it happen?"

"Don't talk nonsense, why did I beat you up?"

"Is it to help me solidify the door and build a protective shield?"

"No, I just beat you..."

Chu Ge gritted his teeth: "Qiu! Wu! Ji! You have become dead, right?"

"Okay, okay, I have indeed helped you temper your shield." Qiu Wuji crossed his arms and said leisurely: "To be precise, you are considered a basic beginner now, but your skin has a faint golden glow, and you are more resistant to beatings than others. In fact, it is The iron shirt is closer than the golden bell, but it is still far away from the true golden bell."

She sighed as she spoke and looked at Chu Ge with pity: "Who knows, some pig heads set it up by themselves. What is the grand and orthodox fundamental method of Buddhism? It is long-lasting and indestructible. It cannot be mastered overnight."

Chu Ge: "Who is the author of this idiot?"

"I don't know which pig this is." Qiu Wuji said with a smile: "Anyway, I have to thank him for not letting me learn this kind of beating thing... I only know this method and have never practiced it myself. Maybe I have to go back and read more details before I teach you the in-depth details, so let’s do this for now.”

Chu Ge groaned and climbed up. It was quite painful to hammer the door just now, but he seemed to recover quickly and no longer felt anything. I can feel that my skin is much thicker. It seems that it is not purely a magical protection, but a kind of short-term reorganization and protection that stimulates the muscle power. I really don’t know the details, and I don’t know how this can protect me. The degree of attack, and the difference between dealing with sharp weapons and blunt weapons, I don’t understand even if I haven’t tried it.

You can write nonsense as much as you want, but when it really happens to you, you really don’t know why.

Chu Ge pinched and poked here and there, and asked hesitantly: "If I remember correctly, although the golden bell is also based on magic power and so on, it is basically a kind of physical cultivation."

"Yes, it's mainly based on the body, and the magic power can only be combined, so I don't want to learn this thing." Qiu Wuji has a variety of magic to protect himself. He walks like a light and elegant person, and what he pursues is a Lingbo Weibuluo Socks produce dust, and I don’t want to make myself look like a sandbag. Well, Chu Ge is just right.

Chu Ge hesitated and said: "Physical training is nothing, then... are you sure you have finished the cover just now?"

"No, with your current practice, you still expect to practice defense to the point where you can't do it? Just be careful."

"The seven orifices are a trivial matter. Where is the lower part?"

Qiu Wuji was stunned.

Is this what you're paying attention to?

Our Father God is just like this, let’s forget about the destruction of our world…

"Don't look like that." Chu Ge leaned back and said, "This is a question about serious practice, so be serious."

"Don't you know you wrote it yourself?"

"How can I describe this typical trick in detail? Have you seen several protagonists practice this thing? Being handsome is a lifelong thing, okay? The crazy monk Mang Jingang of the Thunder Sword wants to get rid of this nickname his whole life. …”

"...Who is that?"

"No one." Chu Ge said: "Anyway, I made a twelve-level setting, saying it is the supreme defense function of Buddhism. God knows how your world exerts itself?"

"So I have to go back and get more details. I haven't practiced it, I just watched it."

"Is there a Buddhist scripture building? Can't I patch it? I once killed a Buddhist traitor and got a rubbing from him. This should be fine."

"...The Sutra Collection Building already exists. This is the origin. I killed the one myself and originally gave it back to the Buddha Sect. It cost me a lot of face. Abbot Dabei personally approved that I left the detailed rubbings. Anyway, he didn't recognize it. It’s useless, I’ve seen it all, why should I start a war with you...” Qiu Wuji repeated: “I killed it myself, not you wrote it!”

Chugo touched his chin.

This plot has never been written before. It seems that the world has a lot of self-completeness outside of the established plot. For example, I wrote that there are many high-end Dharma methods collected through the ages in the Sutra Collection Building. There are many "collected through the ages" It is impossible to write a story, so here I have completed one of them.

In that case, the patch can still be applied.

Chu Ge quickly entered the room, opened the syllabus setting volume, pulled out the "golden bell shield" in the "Exercise Settings" column, and added: "With only a small amount of effort, you can protect the lower shadow door... .”

save.

In the book world, many monks find that they have changed a little bit?

With tears streaming down my face, this is of no use to us monks...

Chu Ge also burst into tears, his thinking and logic took over. He still had to write that he needed a "little success". We have just started, so we can't use it yet... Oh, by the way, there is no place to use it... Then forget it. , let’s talk about small achievements and small achievements.

Chu Ge secretly glanced around him. Qiu Wuji stood there with his hands on his hips, watching him change the settings. The speechless and disgusted expression on his face looked so cute.

I don’t know if she regrets choosing this to teach herself. How could she achieve this kind of virtue when she was just practicing a Buddhist technique?

"I'm going back first." Qiu Wuji watched him finish the operation and finally said: "Your situation is quite special. I also want to go back and look through the classics to see how to teach you more appropriately in the future. Anyway, I have nothing to do recently, so I don't have anything to do. Necessity is always here.”

Chu Ge was still reluctant to give up: "How could it be okay? You have just started using the computer and you haven't played with so many things..."

Qiu Wuji smiled slightly and tapped his temple: "I have imprinted several books and stored them in the sea of ​​consciousness. They have not been digested. You can read them slowly when you go back. This also saves time - everyone's flow rate seems to be different."

Chu Ge was stunned. This was also a very buggy thing.

My first reaction was, if I could go in in the future, write "Seven days later" on the outside, and hide the code inside to save the manuscript for seven days, wow, that would be invincible. Even if he can't get in, if Qiu Wuji can really ghostwrite in the future, he will be invincible... Who can pass it?

The code writer's reaction was so sincere and honest, and he had no future.

He didn't say much. He said a good farewell and went back. He could come back at any time. It was no longer awkward and uncomfortable as he had disappeared suddenly a few times before. It was no different from going to work or going on a business trip. Now his reaction was very calm: "Okay, you Don't always look at these things when you go back. You have to keep up with your own practice. Yan Qianlie is really not easy to mess with. I set him to be very strong in order to improve his temperament."

"I know, I know." Qiu Wuji suddenly returned to the room, took a pair of stockings and handed them over: "Take it."

Chugo: ""

Qiu Wuji said with a straight face: "I already have something in my hand. The scattered things will be safer when I disappear."

Chu Ge was so angry that he snorted: "Don't worry, go ahead."

Qiu Wuji quickly returned to the room, hid in the bed, wrapped himself in the quilt, and made sure that the things must be scattered in the bed before returning safely.

Over there, Chu Ge opened the text document with an expressionless face and started typing: "Qiu Wuji separated his soul and returned from traveling. He was a little distracted thinking about the way of heaven. He forgot that the retreat formation he arranged was not a random shuttle, 'Bang' With a loud bang, the separated soul hit the stone door, and the entire soul body lay on the door in a large glyph shape and slowly slid down..."

The world in books.

Qiu Wuji felt that his personal belongings were much safer this time, and he happily returned to his true form. With a "bang" sound, the split soul hit the stone door, and the large characters slowly slid down.

Thanks to earthwalker for the 5000 reward, the 3000 reward for the thousand sands buried in the snow, and the 2000 reward for Huanghuanghuangzz...