“Where is this place?”

After Zhuque entered the character "sheng", Zhao Lingjun also slowly walked into the character "教".

Unlike the desert that Zhuque saw, what appeared in front of him was a stone mountain with no grass. On the stone mountain were thirteen temples with different shapes, and huge stone steps meandered up along the mountain, connecting the twelve temples.

"Why are you so familiar?"

Standing on the mountain road, Zhao Lingjun knew that he had never been to such a place, but he didn't know how to do it. When he saw these thirteen temples at first, he felt very familiar.

"The Zodiac Palace, the Golden Saint Seiya?"

Zhao Lingjun just walked to the first temple and just saw the Aries logo carved on the forehead of the first temple. Zhao Lingjun was stunned.

Zhao Lingjun finally understood why these thirteen temples looked so familiar.

Because these thirteen temples are the same scenes that Zhao Lingjun saw in the cartoon Saint Seiya when he was a child, but in order to seek Saori, Seiya in the cartoon continued to fight with several other bronze Saint Seiya, one temple and one temple.

At that time, Zhao Lingjun was still in the fourth grade and was very impressed with this cartoon. It was not enough to follow him every day. After watching it, he had to go downstairs to practice the Tianma Meteor Fist until he met Wang Dazhuang.

Wang Dazhuang was a child from the next house next door to Zhao Lingjun at that time. He was in the fifth grade and was one year older than Zhao Lingjun. However, he was a big circle older than Zhao Lingjun. He usually liked to bully others. That day, Wang Dazhuang stole a pencil from Zhao Lingjun. Zhao Lingjun must have endured it before, but Zhao Lingjun was different at that time.

Zhao Lingjun has been practicing Tianma Meteor Fist for more than half a month, so Zhao Lingjun must not be able to rely on it. So he fought with Wang Dazhuang, but later Zhao Lingjun was beaten to death by Wang Dazhuang, and there was no explosion of the small universe.

So from that day on, Zhao Lingjun felt that the cartoon was all lie and was not so keen on that cartoon.

But Zhao Lingjun didn't expect that he could see the palace of the Zodiac Palace, which was exactly the same as in the cartoon, and Zhao Lingjun found it too incredible.

"There is really a Mr. Mu here, right?" Standing at the door of the Aries Temple, Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but talk to himself.

"How do you know my name?" As soon as Zhao Lingjun finished speaking, a person walked out of the door of the Aries Temple and jumped Zhao Lingjun.

"Are you Mr. Mu?" Zhao Lingjun couldn't help laughing when he saw the person who came out of this temple, "Are you kidding me again?"

The image of the person in front of me is really far from the image in the cartoon that Zhao Lingjun saw when he was a child.

Mr. Mu in the cartoon is about 1.8 meters tall, and his jade tree is as beautiful as Pan An. He is a pear blossom in the seawall. If he goes to film a movie, he will definitely be popular among the beautiful girls.

However, the man who stood in front of Zhao Lingjun, who claimed to be Mr. Mu had short hands, short feet, and big butt. From a distance, he looked like a short winter melon. He also had dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a robe he wore was covered in oily texture. The cuffs and collars were covered with oily flowers. It seemed that he hadn't washed for many days. From a distance, he smelled the boss's smell, and there was no way he looked like Mr. Mu in the cartoon with a half-skinned skin and tender flesh.

"Of course I am Mr. Mu, why? Don't you want to?"

"Did you know there is a cartoon called Saint Seiya?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Mr. Mu with laughter and cry.

"Of course I know that the cartoon is based on our Zodiac Palace. If you want it, I can give you a signature version for you to collect." Mr. Mu, who looks like a dwarf melon, said to Zhao Lingjun.

"Mr. Mu is obviously 1.8 meters tall, and I think he is not even 1.6 meters tall."

"I used to be 1.8 meters tall." Mr. Mu, who looked like a short winter melon, said to Zhao Lingjun very seriously, "It's just that there was a car accident two years ago and broke his leg. After the contact was completed, he got hit that part."

"The Golden Saint Seiya was in a car accident?" Zhao Lingjun almost fainted.

"Of course, why don't you think we're going to sit in the house?" Mr. Mu sighed, "There's nothing to do. The steel plate of the rb car is too thin. I only broke two legs. Ai Russia in Sagittarius was in trouble and was directly hit and killed."

"That Sagittarius, weren't you guys involved in internal strife and killed by your own people?" Zhao Lingjun felt that what this guy said was simply a fantasy.

"That's artistic processing." After hearing Zhao Lingjun's words, the dwarf winter melon, who claimed to be Mr. Mu, smiled, "Just like I'm obviously very dark, but I draw me very white in the cartoon, these are all artistic processing."

"..." Zhao Lingjun could not speak, "The plots in the cartoon are all fake?"

"Of course it's fake." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun, "Rb, there are only twelve golden saints now, where are there any bronze warriors or silver warriors."

"That Seiya is also a created character?" Zhao Lingjun remembered the Tianma Meteor Fist he had practiced for half a month.

"Humanity is true." Mr. Mu laughed haha, "The youngest son of the director who filmed that cartoon was named Seiya, but he was a boy wearing open-crotch pants at that time, so he was not a bronze warrior."

"I'm k... Forget it, you can take action." Zhao Lingjun felt that this guy was about to faint. The situation is urgent now and there is no time to talk nonsense with this guy who is talking about it, so Zhao Lingjun directly pulled out the Qinghua Sword and said to Mr. Mu.

"Take it?" Mr. Mu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No, no, no, I won't fight you."

"I won't fight with me? What does it mean?" Zhao Lingjun was a little confused.

"The Chinese don't beat the Chinese." Mr. Mu said seriously at Zhao Lingjun.

"Chinese?" Zhao Lingjun almost fell head-on, "Are you Chinese?"

"Of course, you've watched cartoons, don't you know?" Mr. Mu smiled, "I was born in Tibet, China, but I'm a Tibetan."

"Tibet, I'm kid." Zhao Lingjun realized that the clothes Mr. Mu was wearing with oily flowers really seemed to be a Tibetan robe.

"Of course, I'm a real Chinese." Mr. Mu nodded at Zhao Lingjun, "And Tong Hu is also a Chinese. If you go wherever you go, he will definitely not fight you."

"Aren't you the leader of the formation?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Mr. Mu with suspicious eyes.

"The formation master is the formation master, but the Three Life Stone that sealed the wronged soul is not on us, so you don't have to fight with us." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun and smiled, "Tong Hu and I are just working, so we don't have to fight with our own people."

"Working?" Zhao Lingjun was even more confused.

"Of course, to put it nicely, our Golden Twelve Palaces are Saint Seiya, but in fact, they are the security guards of the Tokyo Shrine."

"..." Zhao Lingjun was completely speechless now.

"Since you don't stop me, I'll go up." After a long time, Zhao Lingjun came to his senses.

"Then you have to be careful. Except for me and Tong Hu, others will definitely not show mercy." Looking at Zhao Lingjun who turned his head and walked past him, Tong Hu loudly reminded, "The three-life stone is in the hands of Gemini Shaka, but Shaka is no longer in the Gemini Temple, but in the last Pope Temple."

"Thank you." Zhao Lingjun ran towards the Taurus Palace without looking back, but thought to himself, "If you, the dwarf winter melon, dare to lie to me, I will cut you into slices of winter melon."

"That guy Mu really put you up."

As soon as Zhao Lingjun ran into the Taurus Hall, he heard a roar like thunder. A middle-aged man with a tall and big face, a brown-black look and looked very tough suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Lingjun.

"Didn't the dwarf melon lie to me?" Zhao Lingjun was stunned and couldn't help asking. "Are you the Taurus Golden Saint Seiya, Arudiba?"

"It seems that guy Mu has told you all about us. It's right, I'm Arudiba."

"You are really working for the Tokyo Shrine?" Zhao Lingjun looked at the Aru Dike.

"Yes." Arudiba nodded.

"How about discussing something with you?"

"How much is your annual compensation?"

"Five hundred thousand US dollars." Arudiba looked at Zhao Lingjun strangely, wondering why Zhao Lingjun asked this question.

"Then if you let me go over, how about I give you one million dollars?" Zhao Lingjun smiled at Arudiba, "It seems that you should be a Brazilian, not a Japanese, so there is no need to fight for them." "Are you bribed me?" Arudiba roared, "I love my job. Do you think you can bribe me with one million dollars?"

"No, did you meet someone so dedicated?" Zhao Lingjun drew out the Qinghua sword in depression, preparing to take action first.

"No, one million US dollars is too little, at least one.5 million US dollars." But Arudiba's next sentence almost made Zhao Lingjun faint.
Chapter completed!