I am not a serious young man

……

Back at the information store, Zheng Jian clicked on the lottery system again, and he had to strike while the iron was hot, Zheng Jian felt that he should take advantage of his luck to make another ten rounds!

However, the result disappointed Zheng Jian greatly!

This time, the ten consecutive draws are useless except for one "Inner Power Fruit (Rank [-])", which is still useful...

For example, what kind of "energy stone" and so on, Zheng Jian can't understand what it is...

"Good luck cannot be copied, and one cannot be too greedy..."

Zheng Jian refreshed the exchange shop several times, but there was nothing that caught his eye, and the balance of resentment value returned to 30300 points...

"I have to continue to accumulate character! Squeeze the value of resentment!" Zheng Jian said to himself.

……

fan mansion.

Fan Xian propped his chin with his hands, tilted his head, and stared at the box in front of him.

"The answer is right by my side... What does Boss Zheng mean by that..." Fan Xian had been thinking about it all night, but he still had no clue.

"What's next to me?" Fan Xian turned around, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Wait! This box was left to me by my mother...so, the password she set must be something I can think of..."

"Things I can think of... and those beside me..." Fan Xian seemed to have grasped something vaguely. He paced back and forth, his expression as if dazed.

"Beside me... My mother is sure I can think of... Uncle Wuzhu! Yes, besides Uncle Wuzhu, what else can meet this requirement?" Fan Xian suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

He immediately picked up the box and ran towards Wuzhu.

"Uncle Wu Zhu, Uncle Wu Zhu!" Fan Xian knocked on the door vigorously again.

Wu Zhu opened the door, silently waiting for Fan Xian to say why he came.

"Uncle Wu Zhu, I figured it out! I figured out what the password my mother left behind!" Fan Xian said pleasantly.

"Oh, then try it." Wu Zhu said calmly, saying that he is a robot, so of course there will be no ups and downs...

Fan Xian came in with the box, closed the door, and came to the room with Wu Zhu.

Putting the box on the ground, Fan Xian took out the copied key from his pocket and opened the outermost layer. Facing the combination lock, he entered Wu Zhu's name...

Immediately, under Fan Xian's expectant eyes, the box really opened...

Seeing the contents of the box, Fan Xian was stunned!

"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!"

Fan Xian couldn't help saying three "fuck" in a row. He actually saw a sniper rifle in the box. What a hot weapon!

Shocked in his heart, he took out the sniper rifle and found that there was still a layer in the box, and a letter was placed on the second layer.

He took it out and found that it was a letter written by Ye Qingmei to Wu Zhu, and the nickname "Little Zhu Zhu" made Fan Xian stunned again and again.

He told Wu Zhu his faith, and Wu Zhu smiled unconsciously...

Fan Xian was shocked again. In his memory, this was the first time Uncle Wuzhu laughed!

After reading the letter, Fan Xian discovered the third layer, and there was another letter inside, but it was addressed to himself.

Looking at the contents of this letter, Fan Xian's mind suddenly exploded. It turns out that this world is still the earth, but because of the colder climate, their era has perished. This is a brand new era, which has experienced primitive society again. Feudal society today.

Ye Qingmei belongs to the people of the previous era. She accidentally opened the taboo door and came here. There are other people besides her. This is the legend of the temple.

And Fan Xian is not the same as them, but the only successful memory digitization product...

"No wonder that Boss Zheng said that when I opened the box my mother left behind, I would initially understand the reality of this world..." Fan Xian muttered to himself, "So the truth is like this... Then Boss Zheng, is he a pioneer? "

……

Zheng Jian naturally didn't know that Fan Xian regarded himself as a "pioneer", but even if he knew, he would just laugh it off.

He was sitting in the intelligence shop, but in his mind he was thinking about whether he should go to the temple or not.

That's right, curiosity killed the cat, but Zheng Jian really couldn't restrain his curiosity. He knew that the temple was actually a military museum, which kept some thermal weapons left over from the previous civilization, and also had A central computer controls the temple.

In fact, Wuzhu is also a temple envoy. From Wuzhu, he can see the inside of the temple and see the background of the temple. To be honest, with Zheng Jian's current strength, going to the temple is still risky...

"Forget it... If I don't visit the temple, I will always be in a bad mood!"

Zheng Jian made up his mind, so he stopped entangled, and calmly adjusted the devil energy and dao energy in his body. Now these two kinds of true energy have been fully developed, and the only thing left is to find an opportunity to shatter the void...

"Maybe, the trip to the temple can help me find a broken opportunity..." Zheng Jian said to himself.

……

The plot progressed as usual. Fan Xian copied Du Fu's "Climbing the High" at the Poetry Conference of Prince Jing's Mansion, which shocked the entire literary world of the imperial capital...

When Zheng Jian heard Teng Zijing talk about this poem, he didn't point it out, just smiled.

The poem "Climbing the High" is really the pinnacle of metrical poetry. Regardless of its flatness, rhyme, or artistic conception, it is simply impeccable. Fan Xian used this poem to slap Guo Baokun in the face.

A month passed quickly, Fan Xian also came to the shop a few times during this period, sometimes drinking with Teng Zijing, sometimes chatting with Zheng Jian, and occasionally chatting about the temple, of course, the most talked about is His encounter and reunion with Lin Wan'er, a girl with chicken legs...

Chapter 250 Your World Is Black and White

After going back and forth, the relationship between each other became familiar, and they became friends.

It was rare for Fan Xian to meet a Zheng Jian who also possessed modern thinking, and this feeling of equality made him quite comfortable.

This day, "What? Boss Zheng, you're still single, right?" Fan Xian asked curiously when he saw Zheng Jian's tired face when he was chatting with Lin Wan'er again.

Zheng Jian: "... want you to take care of it?"

Fan Xian burst out laughing undisguisedly, "I'll go, really...Boss Zheng, you..."

Zheng Jian said with a dark face: "What do you know! How many girls are crying and wanting to get me, but can I let them succeed?"

Fan Xian looked at Zheng Jian in surprise, "Damn it! No, Boss Zheng, let me tell you! This love is really a wonderful thing, especially when you are in love, your whole world will become a dream Such colorful colors! But you who are not in love, tsk tsk, your world is black and white..."

"Fart! If you don't have a woman in your heart, you will be a god if you draw your sword!" Zheng Jian retorted.

"Understood, understood! People like you who are obsessed with martial arts are different from ordinary people like us... Sigh, life in black and white really doesn't need to be explained..." Fan Xian was in a good mood. He was always frustrated when confronted with Zheng Jian. Finally got it back today...

"Okay, I'm leaving! The second prince asked me to meet tomorrow at Zuixianju, so let's stop here today, I'm leaving!" Fan Xian stood up, arched his hands at Zheng Jian, and then turned towards the outside of the shop. go.

When Zheng Jian heard this, his heart skipped a beat. If he remembered correctly, tomorrow Fan Xian would be intercepted and killed by Cheng Jushu, a master from Northern Qi...

In the plot, Teng Zijing died at the hands of Cheng Jushu. Now Teng Zijing is no longer Fan Xian's driver, so it will be fine, but Fan Xian...

Zheng Jian thought for a while and sighed: "Forget it, for the sake of my friends, I will help you!"

……

In the middle of the night, dark clouds covered the moonlight, it was a dark and windy night, a day of murder and arson!

Teng Zijing came home from get off work, while Zheng Jian went out with Die Lianhua.

He came to Niulan Street, stood on the street, and looked around for Cheng Jushu.

With Zheng Jian as the center, the "Spiritual Dafa of Changing the Sky and Earth" spread like a tide, spreading in all directions.

Within a range of hundreds of feet, countless movements were reflected in Zheng Jian's heart lake.

There is a child crying at night...

There are all kinds of late night grunts...some like a drill, some like a saw...

Most of them are men and women who have long nights of sleepless sleep.

I have to say that in ancient society, there was nothing to do at night, and the only thing to do was to create humans...

Now, the voices of creation are everywhere...

Zheng Jian carefully distinguished, and soon, he sensed a rather violent breath, "I found it!"

Following the induction, Zheng Jian came to a courtyard.

There is a big box in the yard. At this moment, the box shakes a little. It is really quite infiltrating in the middle of the night...

"Inside this is Cheng Jushu, the eighth-rank master of the Northern Qi Dynasty..." Zheng Jian walked around the box twice, and immediately lifted Die Lianhua.

In the box, although Cheng Jushu was crazy, he had the intuition of a beast. He felt the cold murderous intent coming, and immediately struggled even more frantically, trying to break through the box and the chains.

Seeing this, Zheng Jian smiled and said, "Don't struggle! Be good..."

Cheng Jushu in the box only felt that the picture of his youth suddenly appeared in his mind, and the whole person suddenly became quiet.

The Dielianhua in Zheng Jian's hand penetrated the box without hindrance...

Cheng Jushu, die!

After killing Cheng Jushu, Zheng Jian thought about it and quietly went to Nanqing Palace.

He wanted to meet Emperor Qing, the big boss who played chess behind the scenes, not for the purpose of killing the emperor, but simply to meet...

Nanqing Palace.

It was late at night, Emperor Qing hadn't gone to bed yet, and was sitting in the hall watching the memorial.

Suddenly, Emperor Qing felt something in his heart, he raised his head suddenly, and saw a person standing in front of the table!

But Emperor Qing deserved to be Emperor Qing, he didn't panic in the slightest, and said calmly: "You...are Zheng Jian, right? Speaking of which, you are still my competitor, and you have robbed me of a lot of business."

Zheng Jian pondered for a while, and said, "Why, do you have any opinions?"

Emperor Qing: "..."

The resentment value from Li Yunlong +666.

Zheng Jian "!!" The case was solved and the case was solved. It turns out that Emperor Qing's real name is really Li Yunlong!

Second Battalion Commander, where's your fucking Italian cannon?

Emperor Qing was stunned for a long time before he considered that he had completed his psychological preparation, and said lightly: "I have no objection! However, your Excellency came here late at night, it shouldn't be for this matter, right?"

Zheng Jian nodded, "As expected of Emperor Qing, he can tell at a glance that this is not the truth! Admiration, admiration!"

Emperor Qing: "..." I admire your uncle!Are you kidding me?As a person, I know that you didn't rush into the palace at night for this purpose. If I cared about that small shop, I would have let the inspection institute seal it up for you, okay?

The resentment value from Li Yunlong +999.

Emperor Qing had known for a long time that Zheng Jian spoke strangely, and he couldn't guess it with common sense, but when he actually met him, he still couldn't help but feel a pain in his liver...

The key is that Zheng Jian still had a very serious expression on his face. If it wasn't for the fact that Emperor Qing's palace was extremely deep, he might not be able to bear it now...

Zheng Jian squeezed out two waves of resentment, felt comfortable, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing, I just want to see..."

Emperor Qing didn't want to talk to Zheng Jian at all...

The resentment value from Li Yunlong +999.

"By the way, I almost forgot! Small business is not easy, please take care of it for the sake of Si Gu Jian not being able to beat me. I am going to go on a long trip recently and ask Teng Zijing to look after the shop for me... you You know Teng Zijing, right? Just the one from the Appraisal Institute, and now I'm the waiter..." Zheng Jian scratched his head and said suddenly.

Emperor Qing pondered for a long time before he said with complicated eyes: "... I agreed! However, there is one sentence I hold back, and I really don't want to vomit, so I would like to ask, has anyone ever said... you are really... cheap of!"

God damn it, for the sake of Si Gu Jian not being able to defeat him...

Emperor Qing was numb from Zheng Jianjian's scalp...

The resentment value from Li Yunlong +999.

Zheng Jian chuckled, "Praise, praise! It's rare that His Majesty has spoken the truth."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Jian waved his hand, and disappeared into the hall in a flash.

Emperor Qing sat blankly for a long time, then shook his head and sighed: "You are really the cheapest, but you are invincible... No wonder Si Gu Jian is not his opponent, and neither is I..."

……

After leaving the Nanqing Palace, Zheng Jian returned to the intelligence shop, left a letter to Teng Zijing, and gave a general explanation, and then left the imperial capital and headed north.

The destination is the temple located in the Arctic, or the military museum!

No way, Zheng Jian is still curious...

Chapter 251 North Pole, Temple