Quest plot book:

[After being forced to leave the village, my companion and I continued along the creek in confusion, and soon after, we met a respected old hermit at coordinates (2135, 3704, 43). 】

...... Because of the above, on a small mound with a wide field of vision and relatively flat terrain in a corner about a hundred zhang away from the small village, a certain Wen and Xiao Jing really saw a small courtyard made of three or two simple thatched huts, a few pines and cypresses, and a curved fence, as well as a white-haired old man with his arms upside down and pacing back and forth idly.

"Xiaowen, look," Faced with this situation, Xiao Jing put on a 'senior practitioner' posture, stretched out his arm and pointed over: "It seems that people who don't know how to go back to home, don't know how to sit on a stool, and will only wander back and forth in a narrow place rigidly (what's more, they don't even bother to move a place), it's not a real person, but an NPC set by the system." ”

"What is an NPC?"

Wen Bin hadn't heard of it, and he thought it was quite rare.

"It's all kinds of characters that are virtual from the game system. ”

"Oh~"

Wen Bin nodded, still not quite understanding: "What's the use?"

"Well, it's ~"

"There are a lot of points, some of which have quest contact with players, some are used to promote the plot, some are used to set up scenes, and some are used to buy items that players don't need and sell items that players need. ”

"And yes, yes, and yes......"

Xiao Jing racked his brains, and soon realized that he was clumsy. was stunned and couldn't explain clearly, so he waved his hand with a big grin: "Oh, what are you doing when you ask so much, anyway, let's just talk to him in the past according to the plot!"

She said that she didn't give Wen Bin a chance to express her opinion at all, and even grabbed his arm with her backhand and ran towards the small mound.

ran up, didn't knock on the door, and directly kicked open the hidden bamboo fence. Pulling a certain article and jumping up. Gleefully went in.

"Hello old man with white beard!" Xiao Jing smiled and raised his arms to greet him.

The other party didn't seem to be like her, turned his back and didn't even look back, and continued to walk with his arms on his shoulders.

“......”

So Xiao Jing smirked. It was petrified on the spot.

... Stinky old man, you dare to ignore this girl?!

Watch me pull your beard!Pull your hair!Draw your old face as a panda!!

"Old man. Hello~" Just Xiao Jing stupidly pestle was there thinking nonsense alone. Wen Bin had already raised his head and glanced at the lines prompted by the [Plot Synopsis] in the night sky, and then read them word by word: "We trekked through mountains and rivers and came from afar. I'm hungry and thirsty right now, and I want to spend the night at your old man's house. ”

"Oh!" the white-bearded old man finally reacted, and turned around to look at a certain text in surprise: "You are 'outsiders'?!"

"Uh, yes......"

"Ah, yes, there have been a lot of 'outsiders' in the village recently~" The white-bearded old man reached out and stroked his long and lush beard, nodded faintly as if thoughtful, and muttered to himself: "Is this because of the recent local gold rush?"

“......”

"Uh-huh, hehe, I'm kidding you~"

“......”

Hey, hey, hey, I'm sorry for you, even if it's a 'virtual NPC', please have a little professionalism, okay?!

Wen Bin stared at him expressionlessly with a pestle with a smoking head, and read the lines rigidly and without any tone of voice: "We are just lost travelers, not followers of the gold rush, and please allow us to stay with you for a while." ”

"Oooh... I see!"

"Hmph, the old man's coarse tea and light food here are very simple, I'm afraid that even if they have the heart to keep it, the two sons will not be used to it!"

“......”

Yo, stinky old man, your breath is sour!

Wen Bin was thinking like this, but he didn't expect the other party to pause for a while, and then he came out again: "In my opinion, it's better for you to go to the small village not far in front of you to spend the night~"

“... Oh, by the way, you look like you're coming from the side of the river......, right?

"Ah, old man, in fact, we were kicked out by the villagers throwing stones for no reason. Wen Bin raised his head and continued to read the lines with great emotion: "We are just travelers passing through here, and we don't know where to offend them......"

"Huh?"

The white-bearded old man showed a suspicious expression very cooperatively, and hurriedly asked, "Do you want to tell me more?"

“......”

Just after his words came out, Wen Bin blinked his eyes again, and saw a large number of narrative lines (N more saliva + N more nonsense + N more complaints) on the [Plot Summary] in the night sky, and for a while he only felt that his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to beat up the dead old man in front of him and then leave.

It took a lot of effort to barely endure it (fortunately, the dead old man on the other side didn't urge, otherwise it would really lead to a violent bloodbath...) Then he reluctantly stared up at the 'thousand-character text' in the night sky, and read boredly: "We have come from afar......"

Just a certain text muttered as if he was being tortured (that kind of voice the size of a sesame mung bean can indeed only be called 'muttering'... The kung fu of the lines, the little girl who had been pestle next to her from the beginning and seemed to be nothing was really boring, so she whimsically ran behind the old hermit and braided it for him to play (anyway, the other party NPC said, and said unconsciously~).

The top of the old man's head was the same as the birthday star, bare, bright, two hundred lights~ until the ears gave birth to a thin layer of white hair, Xiao Jing pursed his lips stupidly, stared, tiptoed there to weave a pigtail for him, braided one, and felt out a colorful rubber band (I don't know where she got it) to tie it for him.

The bad baby's hands and feet are very nimble (practice makes perfect), and it won't be while. Naughty and mischievous for the old man who knew it later, he braided seven or eight small braids, and all kinds of rubber bands were also tied in a bunch. I don't know how to describe it.

After the pigtails were braided behind her back, a certain little girl who had no hands and feet to spare came around the bend again, hunched over, pouted her buttocks, and continued to seriously braid the beard of the horse-faced little old man.

It's strange that this old hermit with a white beard and hair. There are not many hairs. The beard is a lot, many and long, white and bright, just looking at it makes Xiao Jing excited again. Rejoicing again. There was a lot of dancing and joy.

So whew. The little mischievous man with a bad stomach worked hard to tie up the old man's tricks—sometimes dividing them into five or six strands, each braided into thin and shiny braids, and sometimes merging them together. Interspersed with each other, tangled in a mess, sometimes tied to a string of colorful small wooden beads as an accessory, sometimes worn with two heavy and heroic silver ornaments to decorate the interspers......

After the completion was finally completed, she also specially found a brightly colored red head rope, like tying a 'Chinese knot', and tied a beautiful bow for the old grandfather~

"Isn't it good?"

In the end, the little girl who was so bad that she seemed to have created a work of art, turned around and asked the only audience member who was 'suffering' behind her about her 'after-viewing'.

“......”

At this point, a certain article next to him who witnessed this qiē only felt numb in his head, and said that he resolutely did not evaluate it.

Well, actually, at this time, the 'thousand-character recitation' of a certain 'sad and invincible' has finally ended, and it is time to replace it with the 'old man' on the other side to make a 'tirade'.

...... It's really a 'tirade'!

Listening to the 'chanting scriptures' that he was there compared to 'once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple', in order not to fall asleep on the ground after listening to it, Wen Bin decided to change his perspective and focus his attention on the little girl who was now busy creating another 'bad thing that he liked to see'.

Out of nowhere, the baby conjured up an ink tray and a brush, and was there with great concentration to 'modify' the old man - from 'human-like' to 'panda Panpan'.

Burst!

When a certain wen saw that she drew a pair of 'panda eyes' for the poor 'melon old man' as soon as she made a move, she really couldn't help it, and burst out laughing on the spot.

Then there is the beard (symmetrical left and right, three on one side, painted on the face).

It's over the mouth (naturally it's a pitch-black panda mouth)......

Finally, the little girl whose head was far beyond the scope of human beings flew out of the sky to dot a little cinnabar on the center of her eyebrows for the 'old panda man'.

After withdrawing her hand, she stepped back, observed it from a distance for a moment, and felt that she was still not satisfied, and she changed that bit of cinnabar into the simple sun (?) in children's paintings.

After it was over, I suddenly remembered: "Ah, by the way, the panda's ears are also black and black~"

So he turned to the brush again, dipped it in ink, and devoted himself to blackening the old man's ears.

...... A certain Wen next to him was already laughing and rolled to the ground with his stomach in his arms, wiping his tears while pounding the ground, laughing so much that he leaned forward and leaned back, and was very happy.

"Xiaoqing... You're so talented, ahem (choking on laughter), you're so talented......"

"Well, yes, yes," Xiao Jing was serious, and nodded as a matter of course: "I think so too!"

"Poof!"

Wen Bin laughed to death: "Say you're fat, you're really fat!"

"Of course~" Xiao Jing tilted his little head and said, "Who is this girl?

Wen Bin laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

......

Finally, Xiao Jing finished painting, and the "scripture" of "Panda Panpan" was also finished, and the two said goodbye and continued to set off according to the new plot task. (To be continued......)

PS: I've been so sick lately, I've been nervous for no reason, as if I'm suffering from nervous exhaustion, it's really painful.

Frequent nightmares and awakening in the middle of the night.

All day long, I couldn't be at peace, I just felt a terrible headache!

The writing speed has also dropped from 1,000 words an hour to about 5 or 600 words an hour......

I've been patient, but it's so bad.

So I have to go to the hospital tomorrow.

By the way, take a day of sick leave here.

(Alas, I'm only now realizing that it was actually a mistake for me to put it on the shelf!)