Chapter 79: The Loss of Cultural People

Early the next morning.

Zhao Qingcian got up from the bed with a sigh.

He ran for two small weeks last night, and his mind was always thinking about the 'relics', and he fell asleep unconsciously.

Brother Cicada scratched his hair and suddenly glanced at the bronze mirror.

"Hey, he's handsome again!" Zhao Qingcian washed his face happily, and used a speed unimaginable to ordinary people to give himself a disguise method.

Well.

Xu Changqing's appearance is a loss of the body, but he also has a different kind of handsomeness.

If the body is as handsome as a fairy, Xu's clone is the top handsome of mortals.

Then he tossed and tossed his waist-length hair, and then put on the expensive silk robe and left the bedroom.

No way.

Compared to those players who stay up late to do liver tasks and move bricks.

His life was simple, low-key, and boring.

But this is also at home, otherwise his disguise Dafa would not be too lazy to lift, and it is normal not to wash his face for a few days.

Next.

Zhao Qingcian just walked into the side hall.

The maid's voice also followed: "Childe is here, serve the food." ”

The next moment.

Many nimble maids and servants brought breakfast to the table.

Zhao Qingcian took the tea handed over by Xiaohuan and took a sip.

Grunt.

The tea swirled around in his mouth a few times before he was spit into the bucket next to him.

He was disgusted and too lazy to use a toothbrush made of pig hair.

is also because after he has the appearance of an immortal, his teeth will never turn yellow.

And Zhao Qingcian glanced at the breakfast on the table, there were eight-treasure porridge, mustard shreds, crab dumplings, pheasant melons, pine nuts and goose fat flower rolls.

He nodded with satisfaction, and asked people to hand over the letters and information they had just arrived, and read them while eating.

"Hmm, it tastes good!"

"This crab dumpling tastes good, which chef made it, reward him with two taels of silver." Zhao Qingcian took a bite and couldn't help but nodded.

Xiaohuan took out the silver taels from his arms and handed them to others, asking them to reward, and he obediently watched his son-in-law dine.

I have to say.

Day or night.

Well, I think about it the most at night.

Xiaohuan thinks that as long as she is in Xu Mansion, no matter what she does, as long as she can let her watch her son every day......

As for this kind of thinking, it is also the life goal of all the maids in Xufu.

And Zhao Qingchan's life seems to be luxurious, but he never wastes it, there is a lot of food, but it just satisfies the appetite of a martial artist like him.

Enjoy?

Enjoyment with moderation and self-control is the greatest responsibility for oneself.

Otherwise, he made so much money, but he was still hiding in the deep mountains and old forests like a 'cultivator', and he was sick in his heart, right?

If self-control is not good, it is said that self-control is not good, and so many useless gaha.

A stick of incense.

Zhao Qingcian settled breakfast, threw those letters and information into the brazier that specially burned paper, and strode out of the Xu Mansion.

He looked at the endless West Lake, stretched his waist, and took two deep breaths of fresh air.

Meanwhile.

Some players who came here also secretly watched themselves from the sidelines.

However, Zhao Shaoxia completely ignored this, he had long been used to it, and he was just thinking about how he should go to Songshan Shaolin Temple.

Because of the information he saw this morning, the monk had been killed.

His body had just been fished out of the West Lake when it fell into the water near the Shaolin office.

And judging from the injuries that were examined.

The man had three broken ribs, his left leg had been broken with a club, he had deep scratches on his chest, stabs from his sword, and other wounds were even denser, apparently suffering a lot.

It's a pity that this monk has no water in his lungs, and he was thrown into the lake after he died.

In addition, the Shaolin Office in Yuhang Town also sent people to come, and told them that they must let the dart bureau send the relics to Shaolin.

So it seems.

This dart is extremely dangerous.

Zhao Qingcian touched his chin.

The vicinity of Xu's Mansion is very safe, this is his base camp, two first-grade, ten-second-grade, third-grade and a lot of them, as well as all kinds of hidden weapons and mechanisms.

If the innate grandmaster wants to win the treasure, he must also weigh his own ability.

But it's not that simple on the road.

He pondered for half an hour, but decided to take the dart himself.

There were only two people on the trip.

He and Tan Shaoyun.

Lu Chengfeng's marksmanship is good, but it has not reached the realm of yin and yang, and the gun is too strong and wide open and close, which is not suitable for a small number of people.

After all, judging from the injuries of the monk's corpse, the enemy is good at 'swordsmanship' and 'kung fu', and it seems that he still has the ability to chase and assassinate.

Tan Shaoyun, who is already good at heads-up and has a lot of growth in kung fu, obviously has more advantages.

Subsequently.

He glanced at the many players surrounding him, and chuckled: "If you want to join the Evergreen Dart Bureau, please enter the mansion, and someone is in charge of this matter." ”

"Brother Xu, don't go, don't go, I'll ask something." A cute-looking female player rushed up and grabbed him by the sleeve.

Zhao Qingcian turned his head helplessly, and saw that the female player named Feng Lingling handed over a piece of paper, and looked at him with Kazlan's big eyes: "Brother Xu~, I was your person yesterday." ”

"Huh?" Brother Cicada was stunned, I slept alone yesterday, don't talk nonsense.

"Oh, I joined the Evergreen Dart Bureau yesterday, but now I'm learning to read, can you help me see what is written on this paper?"

Zhao Qingcian raised his eyebrows, and he glanced at the paper, which read the twelve words '飍靐虺馫我麍鲝爱矆埆圶你朤'.

Yo?

You think I'm illiterate?

Brother Cicada suddenly became angry, he didn't expect that he still had real black fans.

Especially female black fans.

Is this waiting for me to read it, and I'm going to make a video to spray me on the forum?

You're a wind spirit.

I saw that you have big cute eyes with grunts, but I didn't expect your heart to be quite dark.

So, he came to Zhangkou: "飍xiu靐bing虺hui馫xin I 麍liu鲝zha 爱矆huo 呶nao you 朤lang."

After speaking.

Zhao Qingcian slapped the paper in his hand, and then turned his head away with a proud face.

The other players glanced at the paper roughly.

Hey?

Is that 12 words?

Why do I only know 'I love you'?

And Feng Lingling's female best friend also sighed, couldn't help but rub her head and said, "Hey, this is a loss for cultural people." ”

"......" Everyone was speechless, what you said was so special.

Well, Brother Cicada didn't think much about it.

But there are people who actually recorded it into a video and uploaded it to the forum.

Coupled with his arrogant and victorious little expression, he once again attracted countless fans.

The players on the forum talked a lot and gave him a lot of nicknames.

What "Tsundere Brother Xu", "Cute Xu Gongzi", "Xu Culture", "Xu Literacy" and so on.

There are also many people who have made his videos and photos into emojis.

Brother Cicada saw this scene.

He was obviously very happy, but his heart suddenly didn't feel good.

It's swollen.

Because he's more handsome.

Xu Changqing is so popular.

Wouldn't he want to snatch away all the future female fans of his player status?

"Gan, don't say that it's for the Shushan faction, just say that Xu Changqing has more female fans than me, and Lao Tzu will hack him."

And so.

A pot of tea, a cigarette, and a day of effortlessness.

on the web.

Brother Cicada God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

In reality, if the player comes with a pair, he can kill a hundred...

Hey, it's so fierce, even if others want to come along the network cable, they can't beat him.

It's infuriating.

But this kind of operation where I play my own, how many people can see it?

Obviously, this level has reached the realm of not knowing how many levels.

……

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