After reading the fetters interface, Zhang Yu continued to switch down, the taskbar was still empty, and he didn't know when he would arrange tasks for himself, and what tasks he would arrange for himself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The most important talent interface, on the contrary, you don't have to pay special attention to it on weekdays, just exchange it according to the actual situation when you need it, and good steel must also be on the blade to exert the greatest effect.

Finally, it is the main interface of his personal information, Zhang Yu can't help but pout when he looks at his dismal four-dimensional except for his charm.

Armed Forces - 19

Commander - 14

Intelligence - 42

Politics - 27

Glamour - 88

"If I'm not mistaken, it seems like 500 reputation or experience can add a little power?"

Zhang Yu tried to tap on the back of the force value - 19, only to see a small plus sign emerge, "May I ask if you want to use 500 points to increase force by 1, yes/no." ”

"No." The initial 18 of the force, although it is a little longer after a few days of hard training, but only 21 at two points, you can give people a head when you meet a young man, or give full play to your strengths, and it is good to go around and specialize.

Thinking in his heart, Zhang Yu shook off his non-existent bangs, clicked after the charm value of 88, and chose "yes".

"Do you choose to light it up with experience or reputation?"

"If you have experience points, you can only exchange them for things in the talent pool, but they are prestige points, and the prestige you already have will not disappear out of thin air, right... I choose prestige. ”

After choosing, Zhang Yu blinked, and saw that the value behind the charm had become 89, and the prestige column in the upper left of his interface had changed-650 (1150).

"I see!" Zhang Yu felt that he had entered the door of the system.

Overall, experience points are quite valuable, and they need to be accumulated and used to exchange for various talents, which is the real key to establishing a foothold in the Three Kingdoms. Prestige, on the other hand, is mainly used to improve ability, and although prestige is consumed, it will still exist at the highest value it has ever reached, so the title and corresponding ability will continue to exist.

After going through these things in his heart, and spending 500 prestige points to point the charm to 90, Zhang Yu then looked at the badge bar below.

[Childe Ruyu] (Characteristics: The host has a charm that makes people fall in love at first sight, and it is easy to gain the favor of others)

[Long-term Sick Body] (Characteristics: The host is very weak due to long-term illness, and there is a risk of disease recurrence in a poor environment)

[Righteous Person] (Trait: The intimacy of generals with high homogeneity grows faster)

"Well, exercise still can't be left behind, speaking of this kind of thing that is closely related to the body, it is always more practical to take it with your own hands."

After understanding his situation, Zhang Yu walked out of the room again, ready to start the afternoon exercise.

The study room for practicing calligraphy and reading, the courtyard for fitness exercise, the parents' main room and his bedroom, these four points and one line occupy almost all of Zhang Yu's time, and of course, jogging exercises in the early morning and evening.

In the blink of an eye, a week has passed, Zhang Yu's strength has increased to 21, and his intelligence has inexplicably jumped to 45, and his body like sheep fat jade has begun to take shape, and the whole person seems to be a little taller than before.

One day in the room, preparing to take a bath in a wooden barrel, Zhang Yu drove out Han Yan, who was blushing with shame, and Ying'er, who was dissatisfied, and then looked at himself naked, from head to toe to indescribable, it was so satisfying. Poking his six-pack abs, Zhang Yu couldn't help but think of such a sentence to describe himself in his mind - "the face of an angel, the body of a devil"...

Summer mornings are always more suitable for exercise than nights, and after the moonlight is spread overnight, the earth cools down slightly, and at the same time, there is no very stuffy feeling, and the body is in a pretty good state.

Han Long's artificial alarm clock always knocks on the door on time when the sky is slightly exposed, since the sword was cast, this kid's intimacy with Zhang Yu has risen by three points, and he is inseparable from this sword every day, even running behind his back - this is a sharp weapon made of pure iron, weighing nearly ten catties, and it is quite exquisite and practical in all aspects, although it is not as good as Liu Bei's double-strand sword, but it is not far behind.

"You... Don't you get tired of carrying this sword every day? ”

"I'm not tired, if the son is willing, Han Long won't be too tired with the son on his back."

Yes, I'm asking in vain. I don't understand the perverted world, I'd better be my beautiful man quietly.

Since most of the displaced people have dispersed, the Zhongshan has also returned to its former scene, with early morning shops and stalls opening early, and occasionally people going out for a walk. Zhang Yu and Han Long's running range is no longer limited to going around the wall of their own house, but they begin to circle the inner city of Zhongshan, and it will probably take more than an hour to run a lap.

The two of them went out early in the morning this day, but when they ran to Xicheng, there was a sudden change!

I saw a carriage leaping out of the street on the diagonal side, heading straight for the scribe in front of them on the right.

"Childe be careful!" Han Long turned around and protected Zhang Yu.

"I'm fine, he's in danger, you go and save people!"

Hearing this, Han Long leaped forward, as if he was born with the natural ability to wield swords, and suddenly drew his sword in front of the scribe, and the blade swung sideways, slamming it on the leg of the startled horse.

With a long roar, the horse fell to the ground, and the groom was thrown a few meters away.

After a while, the groom quickly got up, thanked Han Long in front of him, and ran to the scribe to apologize.

Just when Zhang Yu was about to continue running on the road with Han Long-

"Huh? Childe, please wait! ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhang Yu turned around and looked at the middle-aged scribe, "You called me?" ”

"Shhhh It's strange, how can this be..."

Feed! You're weird, okay, I know that although I'm handsome and good-looking in Yushu, it's not appropriate for you to look at me like this, right?

"I don't know what is the matter with Mr.?" Although he wanted to complain in his heart, Zhang Yu still looked very polite.

“... Well, under Liu Liang, dare to ask the son's name. ”

It turned out that he wanted to thank me, what is this little thing!

Zhang Yu smiled and replied: "It's just a trivial matter, why worry about it, under Lei Feng!" After that, without waiting for Liu Liang to say anything, he ran forward with Han Long again.

"Lei Feng...? Is there still a family surnamed Lei in Zhongshan City? ”

"Sir...", the groom whispered to the side, "You must have just come here, right?" This is the eldest son of Zhang Shiping Zhang Dashan in Zhongshan, surnamed Zhang Mingyu, there are very few people in Zhongshan who don't know him, and they all call him Yulang! ”

"Gyokuro? Zhang Shiping? The scribe twisted his goatee and stepped directly into the carriage of the groom, "Send me to Zhangfu, I don't care about this shocking thing anymore." ”

Today's sky was cloudy, and after the two of them ran halfway, thick clouds gathered, as if they were about to pour in an instant, Zhang Yu didn't dare to run down as usual, and directly rerouted home with Han Long.

"Young master, the master said to let you go to the hall to see him." As soon as she entered the house, Ying'er waited at the door for the interrogation.

took the warm water in Han Yan's hand, possessed her and wiped the sweat on her forehead, and Zhang Yu went straight to the main hall.

As soon as he bypassed the east wing, the rain began to fall, pouring Zhang Yu's body. The housekeeper in the next room hurriedly handed over the paper umbrella, but the reaction of the pit badge was really fast.

Wrapped in a layer of dry cloth and walked to the front of the hall, Zhang Yu felt that he had caught a cold, and his nose was also very blocked. Pushing the door, I saw Zhang Shiping talking to the scribe he met that morning.

"Yu Nu'er, are you okay?" Zhang Shiping hurriedly walked to Zhang Yu's side and touched his still somewhat damp hair, "Let me introduce you to my father first, this is-"

"The child knows... Ahh Be... Mr. Liu Niang. ”