Chapter 301: Chips (I)
Song Qingxue was already a good cook, and with the unique secret tricks taught by her father, the Wagyu beef she made was really colorful, fragrant, and tasteful, and Zhang Chujiu smiled when she ate it.
After filling their stomachs, the two chatted and drank tea to eliminate food, and waited for the bell to ring in the preparatory class on campus, and the girl reluctantly left the laboratory.
Zhang Chujiu found a random copy on the bookshelf, the refining notes left by his cheap mentor who he had never met, sat on the sofa by the window and looked at it, while using his mutated brain cells to invade the Blue Star network.
After some deliberate searching, he soon found that there were new updates on the websites of Huaxia, MilicΓ‘n and the European Union, indicating that he had recently sent an elite team to carry out interstellar military missions.
"There was no news last night, and this morning such information was entered almost at the same time, it seems that things are really not simple," After seeing those archives that are confidential but not yet necessary to physically isolate the network and save them on a separate server, Zhang Chujiu sighed quietly, thinking in his heart: "It's really eventful now!"
Just as he sighed, a phone call came, he came back to his senses, connected directly in his head, and immediately sensed a familiar voice in his heart, "Moyuan Daoyou is good recently."
I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss my brother very much, how about getting together in the afternoon?"
"Okay, Brother Qingxuan," Zhang Chujiu immediately responded with a smile when he heard this, "What time are you free?"
"It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon," Qingxuan said, "leave some time for me to prepare fragrant tea, fine wine, green plums, and delicacies for guests."
Then you can come directly to my single room. β
"We'll see you at 3 o'clock. Zhang Chujiu agreed and ended the call, but his brows wrinkled unconsciously, and he thought silently: "This Qingxuan Daoist is an eight-sided and exquisite character, when he calls me Dr. Zhang, he talks about official affairs, and when he calls me Little Brother Zhang, he talks about private matters, but he has not called me by his law name for a long time."
What kind of wind did you smoke today, and suddenly invited me to a single-room party again, and called me 'Moyuan Daoyou' again.
Hey, this single room is equivalent to a private house for Taoist priests, and there are many taboos for cultivators, and it is not a very intimate relationship, so it is easy not to let people in.
My friendship with him hasn't gotten this far, as the old saying goes, 'When things go wrong, there must be demons', so it seems that I have to be careful in the afternoon. β
Time passed slowly in thought, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for Zhang Chujiu and Qingxuan to agree to meet.
Due to the special identity of most of the teachers of the Heavenly Master Taoist Academy, they are Taoist priests, so the teachers' dormitory buildings are not numbered, but they are called climbing clouds, watching the waves, and coming out of the immortals... A series of ancient names, and instead of calling them 'dormitories', they are called 'single rooms'.
As the representative of the Heavenly Master Daoist Academy stationed in the Jiaoao Branch, Qing Xuan lived in the dormitory building on the highest terrain called 'Wuzhen'.
Although the regulated area of the single room is not large, there is a waterfall flowing down from the window, which can be seen from afar and the water can be enjoyed nearby, which is in line with the artistic conception of 'benevolent people enjoy the mountain and the wise person enjoy the water', which is very elegant.
Zhang Chujiu, who appeared outside the door of Qingxuan's residence on time at this moment, knocked on the door and looked through the glass curtain wall in the stairwell that could look out and not look in, looking at the waterfall dozens of meters away like an upside-down heavenly river, and his face showed admiration.
When Qingxuan opened the door, he smiled and said, "Brother Dao is fine." β
"Friendly. Qing Xuan smiled and saluted: "The spring water has been boiled, and the wine has been opened and soaked in green plums, just drink freely, please come in, please come in." β
"Brother Dao's residence is close to the mountains and rivers, and it is quiet in the middle of the noise, it is really where the gods are," Zhang Chujiu said with a smile: "Today, Mo Yuan will disturb it." Walking into the single room.
What he didn't know was that in a quiet room on the ground floor of Wuzhen Building, six Taoist priests, 3 men and 3 women, were monitoring their every move, word and deed with the help of a water curtain at this time.
"Zhen'er, what do you think of this son?" Seeing Zhang Chujiu enter the house, an old man with the oldest and highest status among the Taoist priests, with a childish face and a fairy-like bearing, suddenly asked,
A young woman sitting opposite Lao Dao with sword eyebrows and a 10-point appearance that is difficult for a man to get close to said without hesitation: "Speech and action are like acting, and it is also a costume soap opera that does not speak human words."
At such a young age, he was so sleek and accidental, and he felt that he was completely lucky, and the future would not go long. β
Hearing this, a middle-aged Taoist aunt sitting on the right hand side of Lao Dao frowned and said, "It's really unashamed.
Zhang Huanzhen, do you know that he is the lucky disciple in your mouth, and he is the hottest maker of the younger generation of Blue Star, even if we 'Qiyi Mountain Zhang Family' have to be encircled, otherwise you will not sit here.
And the shortcomings in your eyes are all advantages in my opinion, sleek is clever, accidents only know how to advance and retreat, and speaking and acting like acting are elegant and polite..."
Zhang Huanzhen raised his eyebrows steadily, and interjected unconvinced: "Auntie, since you look at him so well, you feel all kinds of wishful thinking, it is better for you to marry him." β
"Presumptuous!" the middle-aged Dao Gu was furious, "You are a child of the Zhang family of Qiyi Mountain, and you have been blessed by the sect since you were a child, and you have been superior to the Dao Method, the elixir, and your status... This kind of thing that ordinary people can't necessarily get in their lifetime, you can get it all at your fingertips.
Now it's time for you to report back to the sect, but you are pushing back, sneering at a word, what kind of heart is it?
Hmph, if you really feel embarrassed, if you have backbone, it's not that there is no way out, as long as you abolish the exercises, no one will force you to get out of the door..."
The old Taoist listened to his daughter's words more and more fiercely, and the resolute granddaughter was speechless when she heard it, her face was flushed for fear of causing any accidents, and she interrupted Aunt Dao's words, "Su Xin, Zhen'er is also your niece and nephew if she says this again, don't talk nonsense." β
"Daddy, you only said that I was talking nonsense, why don't you want to think about what Zhang Huanzhen said just now, can you say it to your own aunt!" Zhang Suxin said unconvinced.
Lao Dao didn't know how to answer when he heard this, his face unconsciously turned blue, and a Taoist with a long beard and thick eyebrows sitting on his left hand side sighed and said, "Okay, okay, Su Xin, Zhen'er, don't quarrel anymore."
If you really want to blame, it's to blame our vein for its embarrassing position in the sect, far away from the lineage, but it can be regarded as a pro-branch of the lineage, so it has become a bargaining chip to win people's hearts. β
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the remaining two young female crowns opposite, and asked in a different direction: "Huanzhen is obsessed with cultivation, and she doesn't have much love for men and women, so she has a bad impression of this first nine."
How do you feel, do you like it?"