[Online Game] The Art of Headmaster

Before you know it, winter has come in the game, and even Nanjiang City in the south has had several light snowfalls.It was announced on the World Channel that the main task of the Baiyi Sect had completed two more rings, and our Song leader was huddled in the warm Qionghua Sect hut, yawning again and again.Until Xiaoyan dug him out of the bed, he was heartbroken and taught the other party not to think about making progress.

Head Song closed his eyelids half-closed, and argued sleepily. "Xiaoyan, what are you making a fuss about in winter? Look at your juniors."

The Qionghua School is full of joy and harmony, and everyone is united to fish together, just like the posture of the Salted Fish School.

Yan Linlang kicked his head into the cold wind, "They are casual players. Can anyone with high-grade martial arts be as lazy as you?" Song Wenshen raised his eyelids, obviously wanting to say something, Yan Linlang immediately added , "I heard that Hua Baimei has recently retreated and soaked in the cold pool every day."

Head Song shuddered, Fuqupai, is this the rhythm of group dysmenorrhea?

"Xiaoyou's final exam is over. I don't know which map Shutu is hiding in to practice." He shook his head like iron, "Even Brother Gu went to the capital to find An Tianxia's group."

Song Wenshen regained some wisps of sanity in the cold wind, squinting his eyes and combing his hair with his fingers. "What is Miss Gu doing in the capital?"

"Speaking of which, Brother Gu hasn't returned to the sect for a long time." Yan Linlang was nervous for a while, "Could it be that he wants to return to An Tianxia?"

Song's head, who is eager to love his apprentice, rushes into the post station with Xiaoyan in his arms.

As the first of the five main cities in the game, Imperial City has a map area almost twice that of Nanjiang City, and its layout is square, rigorous and symmetrical.Zhuque Long Street runs through the north and south and is nine miles long. There are [-] Lifangs in the city, which are symmetrically divided into two cities, east and west.The center of the north is where the imperial palace is located, and more than a hundred Buddhist temple towers are scattered in the city like blossoming water lilies.Song Wenshen entered the city from the Mingde Gate in the outer city. It was snowing heavily on the map of the imperial capital that day. As soon as the two of them stepped on the map, they got a buff state of internal force recovery speed.Yan Linlang explained that due to the cold weather, players used their internal energy to keep warm, and the system issued map benefits.Hearing this, Song Wenshen seemed to have realized something, stretched his limbs for an instant, and raised his head and chest, in exchange for Xiaoyan's contemptuous look.

Master Song rubbed his paws, as if he saw the gate of a new world. "I said, Xiao Yan, why are you so pretentious and wear so little, and your inner strength is burning with emotion."

"Then how do you explain that Guan Chun is dressed in fur all day long?" Headmaster Song asked shamelessly.

"Pack."

Two poor ghosts huddled together and complained about the hateful rich man.

"Of course there are those who don't have enough internal energy." Yan Linlang glanced at the passing players. Someone passed out because of insufficient internal energy while walking, and his companion carried the person and ran all the way into the hospital. "Blue potions are expensive."

The next second, Song Wenshen shivered and put on a coat. "It's better to wear more insurance."

Shouldn't it be working hard and practicing internal skills?The mind of a stingy man is really incomprehensible.

Soon, Head Song, who curled up into a dog in the heavy snow, realized how extravagant it was to go to An Tianxia's residence and peel Gu Zhaoxi into a potato. Yan Linlang didn't lead him right!Song Wenshen, whose mouth was full of ice, frowned, "Xiao Yan, I never knew you had such a bad sense of direction. We have walked this road three times."

Yan Linlang wore a light blue shirt, and the sleeves fluttered in the cold wind.He let out a breath of white air and apologized very insincerely. "It's cold, how about drinking a cup of hot wine to warm up?"

Song Wenshen raised his eyelids, and opened the map only to find that Yan Linlang had taken the wrong route to Chongrenfang. "Xiao Yan, you did it on purpose." His eyelids twitched twice, and he felt a chill on his back.Yan Linlang squeezed out a smile, crossed her shoulders and pushed her back towards a towering pavilion.

This building is very overhanging, with double eaves resting on the top of the mountain, and the corners of the roof are raised, which is subtle and elegant.The interior and exterior of the floors are painted with patterns of flowing clouds, flowers and plants, and the doorposts in front of the building are engraved with gold-painted poems and essays.The plaque bears the words "Fengjilou" mentioned by Ye Ziyi, the Seventh Prince.

"Xiao Yan." Head Song showed a look of disgust, "This place seems to be very expensive."

Yan Linlang's face was slightly unnatural, Song Wenshen understood it as embarrassment of being stretched, and immediately threw away the other party intending to escape.Unexpectedly, his back bumped into a hard object, and the NPC smiled and cupped his hands, "It's cold, gentlemen, why don't you have a drink to warm up your body. The new lamb wine in our store is most suitable for drinking in this kind of snowy weather, and wine from the Western Regions is also very good. good."

Song Wenshen looked at the 45th-level waiter in the shop, he couldn't escape, he couldn't escape, he was silent for half a minute, and said, "Is it expensive?"

The waiter had a warm smile on his face, "If the guests are interested, it would be very interesting to drink and enjoy the snow on the roof in such a snowy day."

Song Wenshen looked up and actually saw a few small white spots on the roof, sitting or lying paralyzed on the roof.Such pretentiousness is really in line with Xiaoyan's style. "Xiao Yan, you don't want to be an ice sculpture, do you?"

I just heard the little girl say enthusiastically, "You only need three gold cups to enjoy the snow on the roof."

Song Wenshen felt that the money bag was leaking, three golds and a glass of wine?Three golds are enough for him to upgrade the sect hall several times! "Little Yan..."

What he feared the most happened. Yan Linlang's face was dyed a thin red, and she looked a little shy. "I heard that there are several original works of Wu Meizi from the previous dynasty in the building. I wonder if I can read them."

Although Yan Linlang usually likes to pretend to be aggressive, he is still a literary young man at heart.This kind of thing that travels thousands of miles just to look at a painting is indeed like his style. Song Wenshen speculates that this buddy has recently taken a part-time job with no bottom line to earn a little money for drinking.

That Xiaoer's expression became even more enthusiastic, which made Sect Leader Song even more restless. "Your Excellency refers to the Luanxiang Pavilion of our store. There are seven floors in this store, and the top three floors are Luanxiang Pavilion."

"Wait... Is this the one at the top of the top ten local tyrant restaurants on the forum?" Song head finally realized at this time, no wonder he felt that the name was faintly familiar, it is not that it is said that the entrance fee is ten gold, a cup Is it a black shop that costs two gold for hot water?

Yan Linlang turned her head and said to Song Wenshen in a gentle tone she had never seen before, "Old Song, why do you pay for half of it?"

"What are you going to order?" Song Wenshen's goosebumps fell all over the floor, "Braised gold coins? Boiled silver ingots?"

"Plain water." Yan Linlang said firmly. "Don't worry, twelve gold is the most."

Song Wenshen was inexplicably sad and angry, he provoked whomever he provoked.

"Old Song?" Jiang Haiyang's surprised voice came from outside the door, and Song Wenshen saw Mr. Jiang crowded in a bunch of NPCs at a glance.Jiang Haiyang was wearing a court uniform, apparently he had just come to court not long ago, "What a coincidence? My colleagues and I have a drink after get off work, why are you here?"

It's no wonder that Jiang Haiyang was surprised, who made the head of Song always present himself as a poor ghost.Naturally, he infers in another reasonable direction, "Come and play when you get rich?" This speculation is also very reliable. The head of Song has been in the limelight recently, and it is inevitable to make people guess how much benefit Song Wenshen has gained from the mission of the White Clothes Sect. .

"Brother treat..." Jiang Haiyang patted the other party's shoulder and laughed loudly.

Song Wenshen let out a choked sob, and Jiang Haiyang was taken aback.

In the end, it was Jiang Haiyang who paid the money for the treat. Jiang Haiyang asked the two of them to wait for him in the Fangzhi Hall, and then he dragged a ticket of NPCs into a private room.

"What is there to drink with an NPC?" Song Wenshen wondered.Yan Linlang walked in front of him, fumbling here and there, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Ah, there is still Zhang Jiu's cursive script." Yan Linlang exclaimed happily from time to time.

Head Song rolled his eyes, he really wanted to pick the little golden bird off the railing.

"This is the golden phoenix." Xiaoyan cast aside, "Looking at Jiang Haiyang like that, I'm afraid there is a mission. Old Song?"

Song Wenshen stopped suddenly and watched a figure go upstairs. "Nothing. Kind of familiar."

Yan Linlang stretched out her head gossipingly to look up, the speed was so fast that Song Wenshen was afraid that he would break his own neck.Dimly, several people can be seen surrounding the two of them like stars arching the moon. One is wearing a mouse-gray robe, with a circle of silver-white fox fur around his neck, and the other is wearing a green silk shirt with pine flowers, holding a big cat with a tortoiseshell pattern in his arms. . "Those who can eat in this place are either rich or expensive. I don't know where the boss is."

Song Wenshen smiled when he heard the words, and subconsciously touched the Hanlong soft sword at his waist.

Jiang Haiyang came very quickly, his eyes were bright and there was no trace of drunkenness. "Those old men can't drink too much." Master Jiang sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.The two people in the room thought that you were cheating by using internal force to force the wine.He drank too much wine just now and didn't pay attention to the food. Only then did he realize that his physical strength had dropped to 50.00%. He ordered a few dishes in a hurry and devoured his stomach. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the appearance of the room had changed drastically.

The door of the red sandalwood cabinet was wide open, and the golden embroidered cushion was lying on the ground. The two people turned the room upside down. One was lying on the wall and worshiping the paintings, and the other was hugging a golden crane lamp holder like glue.

"Old Song!" Jiang Haiyang kicked the profit-hungry Song, Song Wenshen stared at the crane's amethyst-studded eyes, rubbed them with one hand on the waistband of his trousers, and looked like he really wanted to draw his sword to pry them off.

He responded with a low voice, turned over and landed on the stool, with something extra in his hand. "Haiyang, look at this ivory toothpick holder, can you take it out?"

Jiang Haiyang's hand froze, and a crystal clear and plump shrimp slipped leisurely from between the chopsticks. "Old Song, are you kidding? This store has a court background, and you want to be hunted down by the Habayashi army?" He looked at the big shrimp regretfully, put down his chopsticks and crossed his fingers on his chin. "The next one is my pro-Xunyi Wei Yulin, and the official worship is the fifth grade." His eyes seemed to be looking at a fat experience at this time, "If you want to steal it, please let me know, and the fat will not flow to outsiders. .”

"Haiyang didn't expect you to be this kind of person!" Song Wenshen changed color angrily, flipped his wrist and threw the hot potato in his hand into the pile of cushions.With one hand tugging at his waist, Hanlong's soft sword came out of its sheath with a long groan.

Jiang Haiyang was noncommittal to Song's bluff, but was very interested in the silver-scaled dragon in the house. "I've heard about it for a long time, and it's really extraordinary when I saw it today. It's even better than the Hanlong Sword before." I was so happy that I couldn't help touching the saber at my waist, but I forgot that I didn't have a saber today, and touched a sword in my hand. null.Looking at Song Wenshen's eyes became more and more intense, "Good sword. Old Song, let's go to the roof and fight."

Master Song showed a vigilant face, quickly sheathed his sword, and covered his waist tightly to prevent someone from murdering and seizing treasure. "Haiyang, you are not treating guests to dinner just to appreciate the sword."

The fighting spirit in Jiang Haiyang's eyes disappeared, and he tapped his forehead with his palm, "I'm sorry, but seeing Lie Xinxi forgot business."

"I'm looking for you this time because I have a task at hand."

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