The time to learn fighting is set for tomorrow.
The instrument will take longer.
Chen Jing was glad that he lived alone at this time. There was no need for him to have such troubles and to deal with the troubles at home.
Cats are better.
It can only meow, throw food when it's hungry, bury poop, and won't get angry even if it plays with its balls.
He played with Little Black Danzi for a while, finished writing today's content, and put on his glasses again.
Login Games.
Appeared in that small house.
The female voice is still the same: "Welcome back."
Chen Jing looked up and saw that the ceiling was pitch black.
He suddenly said: "Are you there? I'm being targeted by Heavenly Mother."
No voice responded to him.
"I can't solve this problem. I plan to hand you over to the state and let them solve it." After a moment, he spoke again.
The implication is, I won’t play anymore.
Can......
Still no response.
Chen Jing's face was expressionless. He didn't believe those behind the scenes couldn't hear it.
I can't believe they would be so indifferent.
Or I don’t have enough chips in my hand.
"I can keep playing." Chen Jing said to himself and continued softly, "No matter what you think of me or what you want to verify..."
"In such a rush, nothing can be done well."
"I need a little help."
In the room, only his voice echoed slightly, but there was no response.
Chen Jing whispered: "Open the properties panel."
A curtain of light unfolded in front of him.
He grinned.
The last time I was in this cabin, I couldn't even use this function.
Very good, although no one said anything, the appearance of this thing proved that even if the people behind the scenes did not agree, they were already thinking about helping themselves.
With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the light curtain.
He picked up the jade slips on the bed and placed them one by one between his eyebrows.
Knowledge pours in.
Some basic knowledge of cultivation, as well as the Mingtang method in the Thirteen Divine Training.
After understanding these things.
Chen Jing took off his glasses, exited the game, and returned to reality.
Since you have decided to start practicing cultivation, it is natural that you have to focus on the real world.
As for whether it will be fed back into that world...
He felt that those people would not do anything stupid.
Go back to the bedroom and practice with your legs crossed.
Daqianjie, Xijiang, die in vain in the city.
The world is on the verge of extinction, but... verge means "close to, about to", which means not yet.
It has not perished yet, and life still has to go on.
Downstairs of the city gate.
Under a stall with the word "tea" hanging on it.
More than a dozen people sat on the floor.
"Shopkeeper, have you repaired your spiritual vision device?" A man chewed unknown black weeds, which made his teeth full of dirt and his mouth full of fishy odor.
"Okay, okay, why bother?" The shopkeeper stooped and walked out with a scroll not much bigger than his head, cursing, "If you don't pay a few dollars, he will kick you out sooner or later. "
He is young, looks to be in his twenties or thirties.
The back is like a snail shell, carrying a fleshy cyst that is larger than the body.
"Except for the money I earn from scavenging, I give it to the city lord, and the rest is yours." He laughed cheerfully, without any consciousness of being scolded.
The shopkeeper spat at him.
Carefully unfold the scroll, stand on tiptoes, straighten your back as much as possible, and support it on the fork pole.
Even more cautiously, he took out a half-dirty black, half-green stone from his pocket, half the size of a fingernail, and set it in the lower left corner of the painting.
Wuzizi——
On the blank drawing paper, purple-blue light swayed.
"Hurry up and take a look at the Dragon List and the Heavenly List!" someone urged, impatiently.
The shopkeeper glared at him and slowly clicked on the drawing paper.
After a while, a few lines of text appeared.
"Hidden Dragon List"
"First place, carrying Jiandou water flow, interior view of the 13th floor."
"Second place, Shifangchou Tianguang, interior scene on the 13th floor."
"Third place, Tianshui Lord Liu Xuancheng, interior view on the ninth floor."
...
"No. 499, White-faced Prime Minister Yuan, interior view on the third floor."
"No. 500, flower sword jade is real, interior view on the second floor."
The list is long and dense, with five hundred people listed.
In the Age of Prosperity, there was no such exaggerated thing.
On the contrary, this thing appeared after the end of the world and the era of desolation came.
No one knows where it comes from.
But no matter from the Eastern Xinjiang or the Western Region, from the south to the north of the sea, the world's heroes can be ranked by it.
Human beings, as creatures, must have some hope if they want to survive.
If you can't find it in yourself, look for it in others.
These lists are the hope that these people who are throwing food in the wasteland can still struggle hard and tenaciously to survive.
There is a future!
One by one, there is a dazzling array of God’s proud ones!
It may take ten or twenty years, it may be fifty or sixty years, and you may not be able to see it in this life, but one day, a genius will grow up, eradicate pollution, and rebuild the world.
"Here, who is this Liu Xuancheng? It seems that half a year ago, his name was not among the top 100 people?" One person stared at the name at the top, stunned.
Only nine floors of interior scenery can occupy the third place?
The geniuses who suppress the many interior scenes on the twelfth and eleventh floors below?
The shopkeeper didn't say anything, just tapped his name lightly.
More detailed content pops up.
"On the first floor of the interior, kill the demon on the third floor of the interior."
"On the eighth floor of the interior scene, his body was broken and he gained the magical power of "Nine Breaths of Convincement". He worked with his teammates to kill the big demon on the 12th floor of the interior scene."
"In the ninth floor of the inner scene, the power is beyond the limit of life, and he has the magical power of "subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger". He can defeat the big demon on the thirteenth floor of the inner scene with his own strength."
Keep the text short.
The amount of information contained is extremely huge.
this......
"It's a bit exaggerated." One person exclaimed, "This must be the first genius in the world."
"Where did he put the number one invincible?" Someone immediately shook his head and retorted, "By the way, he was still on the list half a year ago, why is there no trace of him in the top ten now?"
"It should be on the heavenly list, shopkeeper, let us take a look."
As they requested, the shopkeeper lit another light on the drawing paper.
The words gradually faded away.
New text takes its place.
"Tianmen Ranking."
"The first place, the Spiritual Whip Divine Master reads the text, the eight gates of heaven."
"Second place, Uncle Kuai Dao Qing Yan, from the Eight Heaven Gates."
...
Until the thirty-eighth place.
"Thirty-eighth, the first invincible, the second gate of Tianguan."
Up to and including him, no one is lower than the five gates of Tianguan.
"As expected of the number one invincible, he lives up to his name."
"It's just one step ahead. When Liu Xuancheng also enters the Tianmen realm, it won't be possible."
"Tianguan Gate 2 can make it into the top fifty on the Heavenly Ranking. Who else is there?"
"The number one invincible didn't even reach the top three on the dragon list on the ninth floor of the interior!"
In the tea shop, a group of uncultivated mortals started making noises.
Roll up your sleeves and hold your fists, it's about to start a fight.
The shopkeeper stamped his foot: "Still noisy!"
"Last time, you guys broke my spiritual vision weapon. I couldn't see it for half a year, and I lost all my money."
"Now there's trouble again!"
"Do you think you have saved enough money again?"
They immediately turned off the engine and lowered their heads.
Someone raised his hand: "Shopkeeper, let's see if there is any movement outside our city. I haven't dared to go out for the past six months."
The shopkeeper glared at them fiercely and slid his fingers.
Miscellaneous news emerged.
Different from the lists I looked at earlier, these messages were all sent by local people.
Either looking for teammates or hiring people.
There are also some manifests for the sale of slaves and supplies.
They watched.
One person became startled and suspicious, and read dryly the text he saw: "Eight miles west of the city, a wooden house appeared."
"There were no traces of contamination, but when attempts were made to break in, all attempts were made to open the door."
"Those who investigate the details of the wooden house can go to the city lord and receive five pounds of potato cubes."
Five pounds!
A week's worth of food!
Such a generous reward?
