The morning sun shines over Florence, and the quiet city gradually becomes noisy. The bustling pedestrians shuttle through, and the harsh sirens suddenly sound on the quiet streets. The police from the Florence Police Department rushed to the Hamilton International Hotel Chain as fast as possible.

The manager on duty yesterday still had white sweat on his face. This morning, he provided room service routinely. The cleaner came to the 11th floor and opened the door to clean it. However, he did not find the guests in the room on the 11th floor. He found twelve rooms in a row. The thirty island people who checked in yesterday disappeared without a trace.

This not only shocked the cleaning staff, but also the waiter at the stairs. He stayed here all night and did not find the guests leaving. Moreover, the guests' personal belongings were there, and their passports and wallets were also in the room. Where did the guests go?

The duty manager immediately retrieved the surveillance video and found that no guests left that night. This scared the duty manager. Is it a supernatural incident or something else? He immediately called the Florence Police Station.

The police blocked the 11th floor of Hamilton Hotel, checked each room one by one, and finally retrieved the surveillance video, but no clues were found. The police also found that the matter was very complicated.

There is no airtight wall in this world. Such a strange thing happened in the Hamilton Hotel, which naturally attracted reporters from all walks of life. They started to follow up and report in succession. The whole thing quickly became the headlines and was broadcast on the TV station. The title was to find thirty islanders. The TV station also played the ID photos of these islanders on the screen.

At this moment, Xuan Qi was already lying in the bus, seemingly closing his eyes to rest, but in fact he was alert in his whole body and mind. He observed the surroundings with his flickering eyes. As long as there was a storm, he could fight back suddenly.

There are two roads to choose from from Florence to Imora. One is a relatively close dirt road, which is extremely bumpy all the way. Although the distance is close, it takes a lot of time. The other road is a relatively far highway. The road is flat and the scenery along the way is beautiful, so the time required is much shorter than the shortest road.

The closest line between the two points is a straight line, but the fastest one is not necessarily a straight line. Xuan Qi chose to walk a long way, lying in the bus, and doing a pre-race mobilization.

The competition will start tomorrow, and it is a world-class event. It is too late to change the list of contestants. Although Shang Tao and the others have a rosy face, they are still unable to get up. So in this case, the method proposed by Xuan Qi is the best method.

During the long journey, everyone chatted with each other, and occasionally laughed. The journey was like a shuttle on a loom, gradually connecting people who were originally strangers, weaving them into a net, or woven into a piece of cloth. It was originally just a simple relationship, but after such connection, it became three-dimensional and complicated.

As the bus got closer and closer to Imora, Xuan Qi's mind became frightened and nervous. Just when he was restless, the old man suddenly said: "Go and see Shang Tao. The disaster on this kid has turned into a dead air.

Hearing the old man say this, Xuan Qi immediately stood up and walked towards the back row of the bus. There were four sleeper berths, and Shang Tao was lying inside, close to the rear of the car.

When he walked to the inside, Xuan Qi reached out and knocked on the plastic partition. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled it open. He saw Shang Tao with blood-red eyes. Xuan Qi looked him up and down with Qi technique and saw a strong sense of death. This child who felt guilty to the extreme felt ashamed of the country, the people, and even more so to his brothers. He had already developed ambition to die and plan to use his blood and life to wash away the humiliation this time.

Naturally, Xuan Qi could not watch Shang Tao die in guilt, relieve a person's ambition to die, and he needed to first relax his heart. Xuan Qi said to Shang Tao: "Are you very guilty and confidently coming to Imora? I thought the champion was the thing in my pocket, but I missed the game for other reasons. Not only did you not earn glory, but you got endless humiliation?"

Shang Tao nodded slowly, his eyes that were already bright red now became even redder. He opened his mouth to use a stingy voice and said, "I have been waiting for so many years and prepared for so long. Imora should be my stage, but I didn't expect..." Shang Tao sighed, and after a while he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Maybe this is fate, and this is my destiny."

The dark green disaster on Shang Tao's head turned into a dark black dead energy and turned into bright red. Is this a sign of death or a death heart?

Xuan Qi patted Shang Tao on the shoulder: "What is fate? What is destiny? These are illusory things. Even if there is destiny, even if the heaven is destined, so what? Man conquers heaven."

Xuan Qi stared at Shang Tao's eyes and said, "Don't be scared by temporary difficulties. I will go on a battle for you this time. You have to compete in the future competition yourself. Remember that you owe me a champion." Xuan Qi said confidently, as if the champion had become a treasure.

Shang Tao's eyes were filled with surprise, and he looked at Xuan Qi and asked repeatedly: "Are you going to play for me?"

Xuan Qi reached out and grabbed Shang Tao's face, and then shook it violently. Shang Tao saw that his face suddenly appeared on Xuan Qi's head. Just as he was about to scream in surprise, Xuan Qi reached out and snapped his fingers, and his appearance returned to his original state: "This is just a small trick. What is competing on the field is still driving skills and strength."

There was a trace of bright light in Shang Tao's fiery red eyes. If Xuan Qi said, it might be able to hide it from the world. According to Xuan Qi's strength, he might really win the championship. Thinking of this, Shang Tao's almost silent eyes gradually rose into a different kind of bright light, and his aspirations of death gradually faded.

Seeing that it was really effective, Xuan Qi continued to explain: "You know my skills. If it weren't for my lack of time, it would be your turn to dominate the motorcycle world. Remember that the champion I lent to you is not so easy to repay. I lent you a champion tomorrow, and you have to pay back three champions to me."

"What are three? As long as you can run the championship tomorrow, I will give you ten." Shang Tao, who is full of confidence, has never been afraid of anyone on the field. He is the elf on the track, Caesar on the motorcycle, and some are confident and domineering.

Looking at the dissipation of the disaster above Shang Tao's head, Xuan Qi pointed his head with satisfaction, patted Shang Tao's quilt, and then left the rear of the car.

Language is a very wonderful drug. Through the vibration of the vocal cords and the use of mental stimulation, it can actually pull a person who is determined to be alive and die from the edge of the cliff. Then it makes his mood turn 180 degrees.

Cultivation is to cultivate the mind. After a few words, Xuan Qi seemed to have an enlightenment, but he could not tell where he realized it. This feeling was very wonderful, and he felt the joy of finding treasures in the maze.

The old man didn't disturb Xuan Qi. He had now walked to the door of Wuxin, and opened a lock with one key, and different keys opened different locks. The easiest and most difficult lock in this world is the heart lock. Sometimes two words can unlock a person thoroughly, and sometimes thousands of words cannot make people awaken. This is a very helpless and powerless feeling. Language is no longer a simple expression, but becomes the key to unlock the heart lock.

Xuan Qi seemed to touch that layer of door, but he could not open the layer of door by relying on his current accumulation. Xuan Qi couldn't help but reach out and knocked on his eyebrows and asked, "What is the highest level of language or magic?"

This question surprised the old man. Unexpectedly, Xuan Qi had actually realized this state, but he was willing to act as the instructor to help Xuan Qi solve his doubts and said: "The highest level of language and magic is to follow the Dharma. No matter what you say, it is the truth, the Dharma that will last forever."

"Speaking the Dharma Sutra?" Xuan Qi's eyes flashed with confusion, and then said to the old man: "How powerful is a monk to be able to speak the Dharma Sutra? If he said that water flows to a high place, then will the water flow to a high place?"

"Yes" practice means practice. There is nothing wrong with broadening Xuan Qi's horizon. If you walk on this road, you will sooner or later reach the highest level. Let Xuan Qi know in advance and prepare in your heart.

So the old man said to Xuan Qi: "The great monk who has attained enlightenment and enlightenment, the great Xuan scholar, every word, action, every move, is all law, and is the rules of the world. He said that water flows to a high place, and water flows to a high place, because this is the ultimate mystery of practice." As he said that, the old man's voice suddenly rose up, like a big bell, shouting with a wake-up call: "Humanity is the way of heaven"

The sound rolled and echoed in Xuan Qi's ears. It was thought-provoking, and Xuan Qi seemed to have some insight in his eyes. He heard a leaf and knew autumn, and looked at it to see the whole leopard. A monk had to understand the Tao and the Tao and the Tao were naturally enlightened. There were thousands of methods, and the Tao was connected to the sky. Xuan Qi's understanding at this moment was just a way to practice. Whether it was to circle around, take detours, or take shortcuts, I couldn't explain this clearly in a few words, and I couldn't see it in two or three days, so I could only practice it.

The wheels were still flying away, and people drove into the banks of the Santerno River with a full car. The famous Imora was far away. Looking at the castle made of red raw stones, Xuan Qi suddenly became very curious about the town. He could not understand. However, how could a small town with a population of more than 60,000 people be born into a world-famous track and attract the world's top events to be held here?

During his thoughts, Xuan Qi used the Qi-detection technique, but he could not see anything. The eyes were filled with white mist, and all the truth was hidden under the green mist. Xuan Qi's realm was too low and naturally he could not see something deeper.

The old man comforted him: "This is a wilderness. In the years when magic is prosperous, this is the poor mountains and rivers. It is right that you can't see through the harmony here, because there is nothing good here at all." The old man comforted him and continued: "You are now in a relatively low state. After you have real qi and liquid, you should be able to see something. In short, don't be anxious, take everything slowly."
Chapter completed!