Global Cards: I Create the Oriental Mythology Card Group

The mountain that the Chronicle uses to anchor is actually quite small.

There is only one way to the top.

Although it is very wide and relatively flat, but with his layout, once outsiders come in, they will either continue to go up and go straight to the top of the mountain, or they will be blocked by all kinds of weird things and retreat, making it difficult to come down.

In this case, open the [Red and White Collision], and the two teams will go up and down to trap the intruder on the mountainside.

You can't go up, you can't go down.

Not to mention panicking, there will also be a "disgusting feeling" towards this dirty routine.

"Think about it and feel it."

Thinking about the scene at that time, Ji Nian once again showed an inappropriate smile.

[Red and White Collision] This card, he has led the team to practice it twice, and the Kalings are very familiar with the specific process.

Needless to say, Yingtai, Daiyu, Zongzi, and other leading actors, even the seemingly unconnected mountain ghosts have also made "temporary guest appearances".

——In the match with King Ren, the "female ghost" who sat on the coffin and sang folk songs was her.

She is obviously a "goddess", and usually looks like a "silly, white and sweet", but when it comes to critical moments, her appearance arrangement is better than anyone else.

A few simple lyrics, accompanied by suona music, is more atmospheric than the [Chu-Renmei exclusive bgm] made by Ji Nian with a voice changer and a loudspeaker.

"He's a great talent." Ji Nian commented.

With the presence of these four generals, plus [Red and White Bumping Sha] as a trump card, it is not difficult to hold the ground if you come at a critical moment.

But Ji Nian was still a little worried, so he led a few Kalings up the mountain, and arranged a lot of "surprises" for Goldman Sachs with the materials "gifted" by others during this time.

How about reading more books?

There is a world of knowledge. Ji Nian casually pulls out a few classic routines and traps in the ghost stories, which can make a well-informed young card player like Goldman feel "fresh".

"Friendship first, competition second."

"I think Goldman Sachs is also tripping me up right now."

"The old saying is good, there is no indecentness. I am a person who 'emphasizes' feelings, and I will repay the 'favor' of others in the Pacific Ocean."

"People make three or five traps, I don't make them dozens or hundreds, it's better, 'inferiority'."

Don't get me wrong, Ji Nian doesn't have any "phobia of lack of firepower", he's just a pure bad guy.

So I rolled up my arms and sleeves, and with the help of the four Kalings, combined with the characteristics and terrain of this hill, I made a lot of interesting things, which I believe will definitely make Goldman Sachs "satisfied".

Then come to the top of the mountain.

Here is relatively flat, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Ji Nian stroked his chin, thought for a while, and decided to expand the [Duruo Mountain Ghost Temple].

Now this is really too small.

"Open!"

As Ji Nian said, he patted Brother Zongzi on the arm.

The old zongzi who thought he could hide and relax suddenly lowered his head and carried wood and stones with super high efficiency.

Whether it is hard work or fine work, you can do it with your hands, and this is the result of Ji Nian's careful cultivation.

"Mythical cards should be made by me, unyielding talent."

Ji Nian laughed and said, and then asked the "new woodworking expert" student Daiyu to make a rocking chair and coffee table for herself.

The mountain ghost knows plants, so let her pick some fresh and nourishing leaves and make tea-the supervisor is the most tiring and has a dry throat.

Yingtai is also not idle. Designing architectural drawings is very mentally exhausting. No one can help you massage and relax. Hair loss is easy when you get old.

"Work harder, look at how lazy you are."

Ji Nianpin sipped his tea, crossed his legs, instructed Zongzi to do this and that, and fell asleep after a while.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes in a daze, and a spacious and ancient temple came into view instantly.

The poor old Zongzi was recuperating by the pillar.

Building a house is much more tiring than fighting an overwhelming battle.

"Good job, Zongzi brother, I said you are the most promising in our family."

Ji Nian leaned down and patted Brother Zongzi on the shoulder, not stingy with kind words.

He is a man who values ​​bonds and has always been good to Kaling.

"It's really good."

Pushing open the lacquered mahogany door and entering the small temple, the first thing that catches the eye is a lifelike stone sculpture.

The plaque engraved with the four big characters of "Du Ruo Mountain Ghost" is hung on this side, and the pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the clouds are flowing.

This is all his previous design, but it was magnified by the mountain ghost.

In addition, Daiyu has also created a batch of "furniture" with her exquisite craftsmanship, all of which are well designed.

Yingtai also gave full play to her experience and wisdom gained from the game, and made minor adjustments to the small temple, making the blind spots and secret passages very professional.

Seeing that none of the four Kalings was lazy, but each performed their duties and contributed a lot, Ji Nian couldn't help showing relief.

"It has to be me, who can cultivate and understand education!"

"Mythical cards can only be fully effective if they are in my hands."

As Ji Nianxin said, he checked it carefully and added some designs of his own.

Although there is a high probability that Goldman Sachs will not be able to get here, but he is "kind-hearted", and maybe "soft-hearted" at that time, he will put the other party here.

In that case, it is not enough to rely on his four generals, mutated plants, mountain beasts, paper dolls to hold the coffin, bearers, suona team, and the wild ghosts subdued by General Zeng, and he must arrange more.

After thinking about it for a long time, she didn't come up with any good ideas, so she asked Daiyu to make a few more "spiritual energy gathering and launching devices" and fixed them in various positions in the small temple.

It is the last "surprise" left for Goldman Sachs.

"about there."

After doing all this, Ji Nian waved goodbye to the four Kalings.

Before leaving, I did not forget to ask the mountain ghost to allocate part of its divine power and spirituality to [Mountain Ghost Spending Money].

Useful when capturing anchor points.

"Then I'll go first, see you in a few days, everyone."

As Ji Nian said, he reached out and patted Yingtai on the head.

As if guessing that they will be separated for a while, this little girl has been holding on to his sleeve since he woke up.

Daiyu deliberately turned her head, pretending not to care, but every once in a while, she would steal a glance at him, her eyes full of reluctance.

The mountain ghost seems to be careless, heartless, and humming to "cat" leisurely, but from time to time he looks at the money hanging around his neck and shows a sly smile.

Brother Zongzi has "sleeped" at the moment, and the hanging coffin hanging in the temple is shaking slightly.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ji Nian felt a little bit reluctant, but he still went down the mountain without looking back.

"Is everything arranged?" At the entrance of the secret realm, Su Wen leaned on the transport vehicle, with a cigarette between his fingers, and asked with a smile.

"En." Ji Nian nodded.

"Then go back." Su Wen said, flicked the cigarette butt with his fingers, pulled the car door, and drove Ji Nian away from the secret realm.

Under the familiar sign, Ji Nian took a deep breath of the cold air in Taoyuan, did not stop much, and took the bus back to Dushuo.

The city is getting colder and colder.

Ji Nian rubbed his hands, carried his luggage, and went back to the hotel, retreating to settle down.

Two or three days later, the finals finally arrived.

The Chengnian Beast came to the entrance of the Qingshan Secret Realm, Ji Nian couldn't help smiling when he saw the familiar figure in the crowd.

Xie Wenyuan, whose face was slightly pale, also smiled and waved to him.

Even though he knew that there were backers from the competition side and there was no need to worry about Ji Nian's safety, he still came.

After all, I still can't worry about it.

"Are you ready?"

The middle-aged referee with a slicked back rubbed his hands.

"Ready."

Ji Nian solemnly nodded.

"Then... from now on, the timing will start. The anchor point you want to attack is [Shijie Town], and there will be three days in total."

After all, the middle-aged referee waved his hand, and immediately a person stepped forward and wrapped Ji Nian's eyes with a black ribbon that could block most of his perception in a short time.

Ji Nian suddenly felt himself plunged into a void of darkness.

Although it can be easily broken free, it will also destroy the black belt.

Realizing this, he sat cross-legged and waited quietly.

In the darkness, time seemed to pass very slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, the soldiers of the Zhenyuan Army who stood by finally helped him untie the ribbon.

"The match begins." The soldier reminded in a low voice.

"Um."

Ji Nian nodded, raised his hand and pulled the tarpaulin away, only to see dark clouds and rain outside.

The dark and lonely scroll of heaven and earth is slowly unfolding towards him.

The mountains and seas of trees are rushing and rustling in the wind and rain.

The pitifully small town stood between two mountains, as if it would be buried in darkness at any moment.

In the dark, Ji Nian seemed to hear the sound of weak insects hidden in the soil.

He bent down slowly, regardless of the dirt, and dug out the poor little bug from the mud.

Hiding in the ground on rainy days is indeed a good idea.

It's just that the rain is dense and the wind is sudden, and this layer of soil is pressing on the body, and it will only die worse and faster.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not 'your' savior."

As Ji Nianxin said, he fed the little bug, which seemed to be dying, to the Golden Silkworm Gu.

Then, wearing a yellow robe and holding an ordinary nine-jointed bamboo pole, he walked alone in the rain, and stepped into the green hills without looking back.

"Strange Longevity: Starting from Alchemy for the First Emperor"

"Medicine, medicine..."

Chu Ci stared at the dying Emperor Shihuang indifferently, and crushed the pill in his hand into powder.

"Refused to take drugs, start with you and me."

Outside the hall, Zhao Xie, who was covered in dog mouths, and Li Xiang, who had horns on his head, were about to punch out their brains.