About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

[Have you ever wanted to show off the scenery at home? 】

【Have you ever wanted to leave a unique mark? 】

[The "Xun" series printing pens can print Xunlian pictures on real objects. It is easy to operate and supports a variety of materials. 】

After the three square sentences with black characters on a white background disappeared one by one, the black printing pen that He Qianqing had seen before appeared on the clean pure white background. Then, a white hand picked up the printing pen, and the other hand unfolded a blank picture. Then the Xunlian interface appeared on the left. A picture of a beautiful mountain scenery dyed with forest was opened. Select adjustments, confirm, and in a few simple steps, the picture was displayed on the scroll.

Then, the scroll was put away and a purple sand pottery pot was taken out. The picture that appeared on the Xunlian interface this time was the logo designed by Yang Yuyao, a simple feather pattern. At this time, the pattern was framed in a square frame, turned red, and the edges became less smooth, like the effect of a seal.

And this pattern was actually printed on the handle of the teapot with a printer pen. The white hand even used the slightly red thumb pad to rub the spot where the pattern was printed, and then spread out the hand. The fingers were clean and not stained with any color. The camera zoomed in, and the vermilion pattern on the handle of the pot, which looked like a seal, was still clearly visible, with no sign of being erased.

Jian Qingming: Have all fellow Taoists seen the promotional video for printing pens? I've already made a reservation!

Valley layman: I have already made a reservation. This magic weapon can actually print patterns on non-flat objects, and the price is not expensive!

He Yiming: Wait, fellow Taoists, where did you watch that promotional video? Why can't I find it?

Liu Bing: Click on the blue text at the top to see the promotional video. After the promotional video is played, there will be a reservation intention form. After filling it out, go to any Haina bank and tell them to pay the pre-sale price of the printer pen. After giving the spirit stone, use your own Xunlian to stick it with the banker's Xunlian, and then your Xunlian will pop up that the reservation has been successful. , will be notified in advance when shipping.

Su Su: Sect Leader Liu, have you made a reservation too?

Liu Bing: Yes, I think this magical weapon will be very useful in some clerical affairs of the sect. What's more, if you make a reservation, the full payment will only be sixty spirit stones.

Song Yizhang: Only sixty spirit stones? I’ll buy one to play with too!

Wei Shanhai: Sixty spirit stones? No big deal, buy it!

Qin Zhen: Why are these fellow Taoists so fast? Didn’t the pre-sale just start this morning? Do you need to be at Haina Bank to make a successful reservation even if you arrive early in the morning?

Liu Bing: Yes, our sect has Elder Tianji.

Valley layman: Yes, I calculated it myself.

Jian Qingming: Although I didn’t do the calculations, nor did I ask anyone else to do the calculations, there is a Haina bank not far from our Zongshan Gate.

Chizhu Taoist: Haha, I’ve also made a reservation. I really hope I can get the actual product as soon as possible.

Qin Zhen: Just take it easy! Why is there no Haina Bank near me? !

Kong Fan: Hey, I just entered the secret realm and it will take another month to come out! Which fellow Taoist can help me book one?

Jian Qingming: You can only find Taoist friends who don’t plan to buy. Each Xunlian can only order one printer pen.

Chu Youyou: The hands in the promotional video are so beautiful, with delicate and fair skin, slender fingers, rounded fingertips, and perfect nails.

Jiang Wanrong: Indeed, even the shape of the knuckles is just right. But why can we only watch the promotional video once? If you want to read more, just go to the reservation form. I want to read it again!

Yunfeng: It does look good, but it should be the hand of a man.

Cao Zhongming: Men’s hands are not impotent...

"..." He Qianqing looked at the discussion as the public screen gradually tilted. He was speechless at first, and then a small blue vein popped out on his forehead. Before Yang Yuyao had time to look at the public screen, as soon as he turned on the light screen, his Xunlian automatically opened the pre-sale backend. He set the time for publishing the pre-sale link of the printing pen to be released at a scheduled time. It was the "auspicious day and auspicious time" that he had calculated by studying deduction skills these days. Yang Yuyao felt that if there was no accident at this time, he would definitely not be able to get up, so Use this method to control the timing of releases. Although he got up today, it still took longer than the calculated time to finish renovating the windows.

However, less than two hours have passed since the release time. Thirty items have been successfully booked and the number is still rising. If it were not necessary to go to Haina Bank to pay successfully, the backend would only show the successful booking data. Yang Yuyao Everyone had to wonder if there was something wrong with the data, and now, he couldn't help but wonder if he had really set the price too cheaply.

However, this printing pen costs only three spirit stones not counting the labor cost. This was calculated after asking He Qianqing to help estimate the market price of these materials. In fact, these materials were obtained by Yang Yuyao from the secret realm. It can be said that it only consumed some spiritual power, physical strength and time, and did not consume additional spiritual stones. And now the full pre-sale price is sixty spirit stones, so the gross profit is already quite high.

Moreover, Yang Yuyao originally believed that a magic weapon like a printing pen was not very useful for monks. It would not be an efficient communication magic weapon like Xunlian and so many people would need it. The printing pen could not improve the strength, so There shouldn't be too many people who want it. That's why the price was set a little higher, but the actual data made Yang Yuyao think that these monks who already owned Xunlian bought this as if they were free of charge?

Although he knows that the monks who currently own Xunlian are not short of spiritual stones, it is easy for Yang Yuyao to have the illusion that everyone is stupid and has a lot of money. The number of sixty spiritual stones does not seem to be much. It is only the price of going out for a quick meal or buying some decent quality clothes online. But the matter should not be looked at in this way, but should be looked at the average income of monks. The monthly income of an ordinary monk is about a dozen spirit stones. In other words, the number of spirit stones distributed by most sects to their disciples every month is the average income of monks in this world. Converted according to this world's consumption standards, the total monthly income including various subsidies and insurance bonuses is more than 3,000, and the price of this printing pen is 7,000 to 8,000. Although it is not necessary to be frugal on food and clothing, after all, monks have gained a lot of food after building a foundation, and do not need to eat specially. Clothes are generally very durable even without fighting, but they still have to be hoarded and hoarded for several months before they can afford them.

But for wealthy monks, it is still a trivial matter to consume. Dozens of spirit stones are really just as useful as dozens of pieces. It can only be said that the gap between the rich and the poor among monks is not generally large. And there is no medical insurance. If you survive a serious injury, you are likely to be dragged back to the poverty line like Taoist Priest Huang Yun. Of course, part of the reason why Taoist Priest Huang Yun became so poor was because he took in three helpless orphans one after another. Even if there are ways to save money on raising children, no matter how much you save, it still costs a lot to raise a child. Less money. But he has always been secretly helped by the sect. If he were a casual cultivator or a sect that ignored him, his life would be even more difficult these years.

Yang Yuyao estimated the production time required for the number of printing pens that have been pre-sold, and considered whether to start production today. Then I discovered that even if the pre-ordered quantity had reached forty, it would only take two days to make it with multiple clones. If I made it now, I couldn't send it out. It would be better to wait until I get to Ningcheng. So he decided to continue to mess around.

As soon as Yang Yuyao closed the pre-sale backstage, his left hand was suddenly grabbed by He Qianqing. He was so shocked that he instinctively pulled his hand back, but failed. He Qianqing used a force that would not hurt him but could not easily break free. Grabbing Yang Yuyao's hand, he pulled Yang Yuyao's hand toward him. Yang Yuyao looked away from the Xunlian light screen and looked at He Qianqing in confusion.

I saw He Qianqing holding his hand with his right hand, raising his left hand to insert each finger into his fingers, and then grasping it tightly, forming a ten-finger interlocking posture. But he soon let go, grabbing Yang Yuyao's fingers one by one and observing them, gently rubbing his fingertips, some of them seemed to be doing hand massage, and some of them seemed to be playing with some treasure. Yang Yuyao tilted his head and watched He Qianqing's actions with confusion on his face.

"Master, what are you doing?" Yang Yuyao asked, and then He Qianqing raised his left hand. Then He Qianqing lowered his head slightly and kissed the back of Yang Yuyao's hand. "?!" Yang Yuyao looked surprised. How could He Qianqing's behavior be similar to the hand-kissing ceremony in some countries in the world? There should be no such etiquette in this world. While Yang Yuyao was still analyzing, He Qianqing kissed his fingers.

The tips of Yang Yuyao's ears turned red. He didn't know why He Qianqing's actions made him particularly shy, so he shifted his gaze. His eyes wandered around the carriage, but he glanced at the special container he kept and hung up like a decoration. The ice is hanging on the vines. The vines of this thing suddenly grew a lot longer. Strangely enough, Yang Yuyao remembered that he had seen it yesterday, and the vines it had grown back at that time were still only one section long. Is there something in the mountains that can promote its rapid growth?

Perhaps Yang Yuyao's gaze was too hot and fell on it for too long. The ice-penetrating spring vine quickly retracted its vines into a ball, as if Yang Yuyao had left a strong impression on it. The psychological shadow is ordinary, but it is just a spiritual plant, not even the kind of spiritual plant that has survived for thousands of years and is about to become a spirit. It has no emotions at all, so where does the psychological shadow come from?

When he turned his attention back again, Yang Yuyao found that he had been hugged tightly by He Qianqing. His back was pressed against He Qianqing's chest. Both of them were only wearing thin underwear that could not block the mutual infection of body temperature. Yang Yuyao even You can feel He Qianqing's steady and powerful heartbeat. He Qianqing kissed the top of his head, the ends of his hair, and the back of his neck. Every kiss was affectionate and long-lasting.

Yang Yuyao's face also began to turn red, and such a gentle and intimate way of intimacy made it even more difficult for him to resist. His freed hands grabbed He Qianqing's hand that was holding his chest, and he narrowed his eyes unconsciously, but the poem "The stream of firewood is warm and the felt is warm, and the raccoon slave and I don't go out." appeared in his mind at an inappropriate time, Yang Yuyao couldn't understand what incomprehensible associations were happening in his mind. There were only foxes and horses here, but no cats?

"What are you thinking about?" He Qianqing's mellow voice sounded from Yang Yuyao's ears, accompanied by his warm breath, which made him feel a little itchy.

"I just suddenly remembered a poem I read before." Yang Yuyao replied. Now He Qianqing was more or less aware that some of his knowledge came from different times, so he didn't need to think about excuses anymore.

"What poem?" He Qianqing asked, kissing Yang Yuyao's earlobe.

"That's it..." Yang Yuyao recited the poem and added some of his own thoughts, "...such a poem tells the story of the poet who stayed in the house warming himself by the fire and playing with the cat when encountering windy and rainy weather. I don’t know why it suddenly came to mind. Maybe it’s because it’s snowing heavily outside and it’s very warm here, right? At least there’s a sense of atmosphere. What’s missing is a furry and warm cat. .”

"Indeed." He Qianqing smiled, lowering his head slightly and looking meaningfully at the boy in his arms, and then hugged him tighter.

When there is bad weather outside, but you are in a comfortable and comfortable indoor environment, it seems easy to have a strange sense of superiority, followed by a strong feeling of laziness. After all, it's not the right time, God is like this, just let you stay and rest, don't go out and wander around. After all, if you are not careful, you may kill people.

There was constant wind and snow outside the carriage, but the interior of the carriage was as safe as Mount Tai. Not only the carriage, but also the location of Tushan and Red Comet, which looked like they were just pulling up a shed, were equally comfortable. Despite the strong wind howling outside, only slight fluctuations could be seen inside the curtain. Tushan's pressure of a circle of soil at the bottom of the curtain last night had a miraculous effect. As expected of a fox demon born and raised in Wei Wu Kingdom, his life experience is different.

If Yang Yuyao had opened the felt curtain and taken a look, he would have found that Tushan and Red Comet, who had already eaten hay, were playing what looked like a simple chess and card game. Although Tushan was responsible for operating the red comet and pointing fingers, anyone who saw this scene would suspect that the red comet was a monster like Tushan. Inside and outside the carriage, each had their own way of recreation.

Yang Yuyao reopened the Xunlian light screen and switched it to sharing mode so that the two of them could watch it together. At this time, the discussion on the public screen about ordering printing pens has been overtaken by other topics. These monks are already discussing other topics.

"I always feel that something is missing..." Yang Yuyao murmured in a low voice, and then He Qianqing took out a small red sandalwood table that could be placed on the bed, a white porcelain teapot with ice cracks and two matching teacups, and brewed Tea was served.

"How about this?" He Qianqing smiled.

"It seems right." Yang Yuyao thought for a while and said, "But is it convenient for you, Master?"

"It won't have any impact." He Qianqing replied with a smile. He used his spiritual power to roll up a cup of fragrant tea with his hooked fingers, reached out to catch it, raised it to his mouth and took a sip. There is really no impact. Even if you are holding someone with your right hand, you can still drink a cup of tea with your left hand easily. And Yang Yuyao held the cup with his right hand to drink tea, which would not disturb He Qianqing. "I said, it's very suitable." He Qianqing smiled and kissed the boy's head again.

"This public screen is getting more and more lively now." Yang Yuyao saw many strange new names on the public screen. They should be the owners of the Xunlian that the monks from Dongfeng Logistics in Ningcheng took away. They were discussing lively, and it didn't take long for them to switch from who was lucky enough to discover a spiritual vein to a new topic.

A monk sent a message saying that the emperor of Ruliao Kingdom had been assassinated. And the wording seemed particularly happy. Not just him, everyone below was celebrating. Yang Yuyao was a little puzzled. What on earth did the Emperor of Liao Kingdom do to make people and gods so angry that these monks specially celebrated this matter which was an ordinary matter?

In Yang Yuyao's existing books, the introductions to this country are all about a small country in the far south, rich in spices. Such a simple description. But these books were probably written many years ago, so they cannot be used to understand the current situation in this country. But the monks in the public screen were only focused on celebrating the emperor's death, and no one came forward to explain the specific situation, so Yang Yuyao raised his head and looked at He Qianqing.

"According to what I heard, the deceased emperor of Ruliao Kingdom, well... was a pervert." He Qianqing thought for a while and then replied, "Although this country has always been absurd, this emperor is especially so. It is said that the people in his harem are Women can only wear a thin veil, and even go to court every day with women dressed in this way. Women in the courtier's home, women on the street, any woman who looks like him will be taken away by force. If the courtier pleases him, Even the concubine who accompanied him to court that day will be given to the minister to enjoy. What goes up and has consequences, the folk women in this country have a very difficult time, and they may be forcibly defiled at any time while walking on the street."

"I see, no wonder everyone hates this person so much." Yang Yuyao nodded clearly. After hearing this rumor, it was hard not to sympathize with the women in that country who were treated like objects. He even estimated that the emperor even did There have been more ridiculous and worse actions, but He Qianqing chose a more euphemistic and concise way of expression in consideration of Yang Yuyao's ability to accept.

This matter sounds ridiculous. A country can have such a monarch. But thinking about the original world, Yang Yuyao felt that it was not surprising that the country would become like this. In his original world, there were also countries. Women's status is extremely low, and their lives are extremely miserable. In this world, the king is in power, and the emperor can do whatever he wants and is difficult to shake. Once a person's evil thoughts are released unscrupulously, the absurd and crazy actions they take are far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

However, can a country that can accommodate such an evil emperor really change immediately just because the emperor was assassinated?