The Magician of Clow

Chapter 1158 Midnight Cultivation - Years in the Mountains
There is a poem that says it well,
There is no calendar day in the mountains, and the year is unknown when the cold is gone.

If you can't understand what this sentence means, then I doubt if you have returned the poem appreciation part of your high school Chinese to the teacher.
In short, at midnight, more than ten days have passed in a blink of an eye,

During this period, I was woken up every morning by Tiangong who kicked open the door of the house. During the day, I inserted it into the assembly line in the blazing red hall as parts, and during the rest time, I let the wind out on the steps.
After work, I had a picnic with Kerim and Li Ze, and then climbed out of the medicine pool at night,

The illusion trial of the A-level upper-rank battle started all night.

Living in the isolated Midnight Fairy Mountain, repeating an overly simple and fulfilling life every day,

Let Fangran have no concept of time at all, he always feels that it was yesterday when he came,
Of course, this may also be due to non-holiday reasons
"Stinky boy! It's been so long since dawn, how long are you going to sleep!"

After Tiangong knocked down the door every day and yelled loudly, he was still hugging the quilt and sleeping soundly on the bed.

"Hey, Senior Tiangong, I just fell asleep and didn't sleep for another 5 minutes. Ah——!"

He was picked up by the back collar and thrown directly into the big wooden bucket in the backyard along the window.

wow-

Seeing the splash of water, Tiangong hugged his arms and let out a soft snort,
"Hmph, lazy boy!"

Then he went to the Tiangong Hall first, and Fangran was refreshed and ready to start a new day of arguing with his 'dead enemy' after cleaning up.

"puff"

And Fangran, who crawled out of the bucket with his head on, could only spit expressionlessly,

Senior Tiangong, do you dare to wake me up in a different way or wait for my alarm in a few minutes
In my heart, I silently rolled my eyes and complained, Tiangong got up earlier than myself every day, climbed out of the big wooden barrel, the mountain spring was so cool, as if there was a spirit that made the spirit clear,

Drenched all over, he didn't even need to wash his face, Fangran faced the mountain spring, the morning light illuminated the misty clouds, and the cranes flew by,

Then start brushing your teeth.

Well, he also thinks that this kind of fairyland, which is so beautiful that people can't wait to recite a poem and add three appreciations, is a bit wasteful to brush his teeth.
Taking out the [Fire Card] to dry himself, and then changing his clothes, Fangran prepared to start his daily homework with a sense of ritual.

He walked to a mahogany mechanism column two or three meters high. This "faucet" with the same style as the "bus stop sign" was also made by Tiangong.
As for the lack of hot water in the shower, no matter how you think about it, it is the malice of Senior Tiangong towards him.
Walking to the faucet, Fangran took out a water cup and pulled the iron ring. The clear spring poured out from the channel inside the facility to fill it up. After taking a deep breath,

He pinched his waist with one hand and raised his neck directly,
"what--"

Then there was a sound of hearty contentment.

After the independent space and picturesque fairyland everywhere, Fangran was most impressed by Ziye,
The water is very delicious,
It was sweet and clear, with an indescribably refreshing feeling. I had never drank such delicious water in my life. Fangran felt that he could no longer go back to the life of tap water at home.

He even planned to use this water to make shaved ice for military training next year, adding [Gan brand] seasoning would definitely be a hit.

This is Fangran's daily life in the middle of the night,

After finishing all this, he walked out of the courtyard of the ancient building along the path, and came to a larger mechanism pillar on a cliff, and pulled the nameplate of "Heavenly Art Palace",

Pulling the iron ring, gliding over the mountains and forests in the morning light and mist.

Fangran is almost used to this fantasy scene that may seem chic and elegant to others,
After all, he clocks in at work every day.
"Good morning, Fangran."

"Morning! Kerim, hey, where's Li Ze?"

"He went over there first to help the teacher."

After greeting Kerim who had already arrived, Fangran came to his work station as usual,
The recasting plan of 'Fate' went smoothly, and everything was proceeding in an intense and orderly manner, but these had little to do with him, he was just a ruthless parts processing machine.

About hundreds of large parts, materials and molding machines every day,
Fangran slowly discovered that his workload was not as heavy as it was at the beginning. The amount accumulated by Tiangong and his mentor before he came to Midnight had been completed.

According to this progress, his mission will be over in about a week or two.

The rest of the complex and sophisticated large-scale recasting process is the work of the two masters.

So compared to daytime,
Fangran was thinking about the night.

Leaving aside the pain that kills people, every time I go down, I have to prepare myself for more than ten minutes and cut off my back treatment.

During the period of living in the middle of the night, Fangran entered into the illusion every night to practice.
Well, well, just go in and get beaten.

What Ling once told him was true. Any A-level high-ranking person cannot be compared with fakes like him who rely on magic power to pile up.

From the first night when I went in, I encountered a 'thousand faces' that might be some kind of power projection,
Fangran started his journey of being beaten in the middle of the night.

At the beginning, it was the factor of ability, just like Ziye’s style of painting is self-contained, Qianmian’s various illusions and spells are so strange that people are hard to guard against.

Fangran finally got beaten up and coughed, and after trying hard to adapt,
Was tactically crushed again.

The night watchman's combat experience of more than a hundred years is really not a joke. [Sword Card] [Fighting Card] can make up for his physical skills, and the "wisdom" and "thinking" abilities of the king of gods can assist his judgment.

But such things as the overall situation of the battle can only be accumulated through battles again and again.
It's just that before Fangran tried his best to understand why small collisions would eventually lead to a complete disadvantage for him,

He was suppressed by means of ability, and a big move came out in seconds.

The scene called "Dreamland" will not kick out the defeated participants, but will start all over again, and you can stay in it until you choose to leave,
From not before midnight until almost dawn, five or six hours of a night,
Fangran had to go through no less than a dozen battles.

Regardless of whether he has rich experience or not, just talking about the number of battles with A-level superiors, he should be the most in the outside world. The preciousness of Midnight Illusion is undoubtedly revealed here.
Under normal circumstances, there is no possibility that there will be an A-level leader who is so let go and fight with you non-stop.

So given that the battle can be repeated infinitely,
Fangran has been trying all kinds of things, trying to resist the blow of the Suzaku, or prevent the initial storm from appearing, but he never expected that,

After he finally had some rudimentary ideas,

Mirage for 'people'.

On the night of the fifth or sixth day, as usual, he put his hand on the huge stone tablet, and Fangran was stunned to see that there was no 'Thousand Faces' in front of him.
then
Ability tactical suppression skill suppression.
Everything started from being beaten and started over again.

To be honest, that night, Fangran's mentality exploded.
And since that night, the opponents that appeared in the illusion have never been fixed again.

It's just that the old man who looks old, but has no sense of stability at all, can easily draw on the air and release spells with strange effects,

There is a compass floating in his hand, and behind him are countless gentle and middle-aged figures framed by mysterious lights, who frequently activate the formation lines of hundreds of meters.

Dressed in an ancient rhyme skirt, the female elder with a sense of time and temperament as soft as water, not only has the power to control water, but can also easily defuse her own offensive with things like elixir,

Controlling the thousand-meter earth dragon, the majestic figure, who is in full control of the terrain,

Holding an ancient Qingfeng sword, the light of the sword is indescribably fierce, I always feel like I have seen it somewhere,

There is also a figure that takes out all kinds of powerful and unique weapons at random, and their moves are as fierce as explosive flames,

The faces of each of them were obscured, making it impossible to see clearly, but this pair of the last one was obviously superfluous, the thick arms and human legs in the posture,
Fangran could guess with his butt that it was Tiangong,
Especially compared to the first three who were somewhat 'moderate' in combat strength, among the last three who overwhelmed him, this one beat him the hardest with his fighting style like iron.

"Stinky boy! Why are you staying here if you don't work hard!"

bang——

A fist bigger than a sandbag hit Fangran on the head, and at some point, Tiangong, who appeared behind him, sounded like thunder,
I was thinking about my shortcomings in the battle last night, and my thoughts were interrupted by Zhen.

Fangran immediately hugged his head in grief and anger, and his heart exploded without daring to speak out.

hateful!

(Д╬) It's okay to be beaten at night, but you, Senior Tiangong, came during the day!

You wait!The baby will steal all the vegetables in your yard tonight!

　It's like fishing ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

　　
　
(End of this chapter)