Cultivation card draw NPC

Jiang Qinfeng looked at this card quite unexpectedly:

[Card Name]: Little White Dog Ten Years Vow

[Specificity]: Triggered by the player's oath

[Strategy object]: Little white dog

[Task Content]: The player spends ten years with the little white dog.

[Reward content]: Achievement value 480 points

[Card Exclusive Rewards]: Complete the task and drop the S-Class Love Card [Kou Yuanhua·Red Heart]*1

Jiang Qinfeng was in a slightly complicated mood at this time. Although the card was good, the reward content would only be obtained after ten years. This is really similar to the beauty card with 12 points for each task, and it is a long-term investment.

The system continued to explain cheerfully: "When all players perform actions that generate strong causal power in the game, they will get relevant task cards with a small probability. Alliances, oaths, contracts, marriages and other actions may drop~"

"Can't it be between players?"

"Of course not. This function is mainly to encourage players to interact more with the creatures in this world and actively explore. I didn't expect that you can get cards by licking dogs~"

Jiang Qinfeng came back to his senses, only to find that the big beggar was lying down again, with his right hand resting on his head, facing the wall, as if he had nothing to say to him.

If he is not mistaken, Kou Yuanhua refers to the beggar who is not easy to mess with in front of him, and he doesn't know what happened to him, so that he changed from being "hard-hearted and courageous" to being so passive and reclusive, sleeping in refugee caves every day.

"Senior, let's go first, then...see you in ten years."

Jiang Qinfeng hugged the dog in one hand, and led Jiang Youlin in the other. The two children walked in the refugee slum, like fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, attracting attention very much.

"I said, young masters? Is this a place where you can come? Hurry up and hand over all your valuables!"

The ferocious scarred man blocked their way from the front, holding a hoe in his hand, with dark skin, it could be vaguely seen that he was a farmer in the past.

Just as Jiang Qinfeng was about to pull Jiang Youlin back, he found a man popping out from behind him without anyone noticing.

The picture in the front is money, and the wretched and slender one in the back is obviously a picture.

The wretched man's eyes never left Jiang Youlin's face, he stared at it for a long time, and only remembered wiping the corners of his mouth when he came back to his senses.

"Which family is this lady from, today I have a good fortune... Hehehe."

What rubbish copper smelting addiction?

Before Jiang Qinfeng yelled, the scarred man who robbed the money scolded him first: "The little girl is so young, what the hell do you think every day?"

"Small? Isn't it better to be small? Anyway, mine is not big, hehehe... I don't want to play with these little girls for a long time. They are all as thin as firewood sticks, boring!"

Jiang Qinfeng handed the dog into Jiang Youlin's arms, and protected the two of them behind his back. Little flames were burning in his black eyes: "If you dare to touch them, hit me first!"

Shangqingjing is worthy of being the master of force among the three realms of cultivation. Even the simplest entry-level swordsmanship is extremely lethal when used.

Righteous swordsmanship, speed is the soul, the sword is like the wind, the sword user is as light as a swallow, and the spirit energy is used between the back and forth strokes to increase the speed of the sword again, so that the enemy has nowhere to escape.

Although only monks after the Foundation Establishment Stage can store their Tianwu Cang in the Lingtian, Jiang Qinfeng's Lingxin Sword can be changed to fit the size and stored in his sleeve.

Jiang Qinfeng's unrestrained and casual personality fits the sword intent of this sword technique, and it is even more handy to use.

The man with the scar thought that children were easy to bully, but he didn't expect Jiang Qinfeng to point his sword at his belly before even getting close to him.

"Young hero, spare your life! Immortal, spare your life! You little one has eyes but can't see Mount Tai! Spare me!" The man with the scar quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Oops!" He touched his head, it was a mistake!

Jiang Qinfeng played so happily that he forgot that there was a wretched man behind him.

"Ayou! Ayou!"

He rushed to call out, but when he turned around, he saw the rude and rude man lying at Jiang Youlin's feet.

Jiang Youlin's hair was loose, and he held a snow-white fur puppy in his arms. His shoes lightly stepped on the man's head. His light blue clothes were like misty rain in a Jiangnan dream, with dense water mist, as beautiful as a bewitching fairy.

At this time, Jiang Youlin's usual weak and helpless temperament disappeared, and the most obvious sarcasm was hanging on the corner of his mouth. pebbles.

Such a bad behavior, but his appearance was so perfect that even the captives under his feet forgot about life and death, and looked at his chin like a snow lotus petal in fascination.

"It doesn't hurt, it won't hurt," he chuckled softly, "how could it hurt?"

In the next second, he stepped into the man's eyes.

"Ah! It hurts me to death! Ahhhh!" The man screamed loudly, like killing a pig.

Jiang Qinfeng's ears were buzzing, and he felt frightened, but thinking about how many innocent little girls this man had harmed, he couldn't feel any sympathy in his heart.

"Qinfeng."

Jiang Youlin raised his head, and when he saw Jiang Qinfeng, his almond eyes curved into two crescent moons, showing an angelic smile. If he had ears and a tail, he would probably be shaking it to please him. It was so similar to the puppy in his arms.

"I'm fine."

Jiang Youlin took his feet off the wretched man's head, as if they were still dirty, and wiped the soles of his clothes on the way.

"Let's go."

Jiang Qinfeng walked beside him, with many doubts in his heart, but he didn't know which one was better to ask. After holding back for a long time, he finally asked a question: "Is the injury you suffered yesterday healed?...Does it still hurt?"

"No pain."

Jiang Youlin smiled and shook his head, seeing that he was still in disbelief, bit his lower lip with his teeth, leaned over and kissed the corner of Jiang Qinfeng's mouth lightly, and whispered in his ear: "It really doesn't hurt."

He comforts mother like this every time.

This light kiss on the corner of his mouth, unknowingly, became his subconscious way to comfort his dear one.

Direct, intimate and full of trust.

Jiang Qinfeng touched the corner of his mouth in surprise, recalling the scene yesterday, and realized that the child was slowly opening his heart to him.

After leaving the refugee area, the two returned to the bustling street. Jiang Youlin's hair was so eye-catching. Along the way, people secretly talked about whose daughter Jiang was born with such a symbol.

This is probably the trouble of high appearance.

Jiang Qinfeng thought for a while, and suggested: "Let's go buy a headband, you must be very hot with your hair on."

He always remembered that when he first met Jiang Youlin, he was as weak as a small bamboo shoot, so when he saw this silver-backed green-patterned headband, he simply felt that it couldn't be more suitable for him.

The store owner is different from those gangsters in the refugee camp. He can tell at a glance that the two are dressed in extraordinary clothes, and they are definitely not ordinary people, so they quickly sell them enthusiastically.

"This headband is made of fine brocade, with straight bamboo patterns on it. The most famous embroiderer in Linjiang City, Mrs. Chu, has personally embroidered it for more than half a year. This stitch, this texture! Absolutely perfect! This young master!"

Jiang Qinfeng was very moved by being fooled: "How much?"

Seeing that he really believed it, the shopkeeper was also very excited: "50 taels!"

Jiang Qinfeng touched his pocket: "One or two, no more."

Shopkeeper: "..."

Hearing the shopkeeper's bragging, Jiang Youlin smiled slightly and was unmoved: "How can it be so good, Mrs. Chu doesn't have such clumsy craftsmanship."

The shop owner heard his rude words, and immediately retorted: "This young master is not very young, so his tone is not small!"

Jiang Youlin took out a headband that was cut into two pieces by a big beggar with stones: "Ms. Chu spent a full year embroidering this headband of water and sky, just to restore the natural beauty of the water and sky, where is it?" When is the time to embroider the one on your hand?"

The owner of the shop is a person who knows the goods. Looking at the treasures in his hands, he immediately realized that every hairband in the middle of Linjiang City was embroidered by Mrs. Chu herself.

He broke out in a cold sweat immediately, wishing to bite off the deceitful tongue.

"Damn the villain, you shouldn't be shoddy, never dare again!"

"What? You regret it when you hit the iron board?"

Jiang Youlin smiled coldly, his eyes that couldn't tolerate sand were somewhat similar to Gongsun Ying.

Jiang Qinfeng was stunned. He had the impression that Jiang Youlin was a very talkative and sensible child. He never expected that this guy would treat others so harshly...

But having said that, since yesterday's incident, Jiang Youlin seemed to let himself go in front of him.

He seemed like a husband who had no fighting power when his wife was haggling over the price. He had no sense of existence at all, and could only say weakly at the end: "...Then don't you want it?"

Jiang Youlin took the green hair band and tied it up naturally: "You chose it for me, why not?"

"Hey, but I heard what you said is very reasonable. These are not as good as those in your mansion."

Jiang Youlin pouted: "But you didn't send me those."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to a red hairband next to it, which also had a silver background with dark patterns that glistened under the light, but it was embroidered with dark red late maple: "I want this one too."

Jiang Qinfeng only saw this bamboo-green belt just now, but he didn't see the paired maple-red belt next to it.

"Huh? Give it to me?" Jiang Qinfeng was a little confused.

Jiang Youlin bit his lower lip lightly: "I know, compared to Tianshimen's Liuyun Chasing Moon hairband, this one is indeed much inferior."

Shangqing Jing uses the dim and flowing clouds as a metaphor for the Tianshimen responsible for recruiting and training new students, and uses the bright and bright moon as a metaphor for talented talents. Floating clouds chasing the moon means seeking talents and thirsting for them. Only the best among the new students can wear this Class ornamentation.

It is actually a great honor for Jiang Qinfeng to be able to wear it without entering the country, and it is also a silent approval from Gongsun Ying who is stingy and praiseful.

However, Jiang Qinfeng, who lacks the common sense of self-cultivation, has no idea about this kind of thing. Seeing Jiang Youlin's disappointed look, he quickly replaced it and put on a new maple red headband.

"Handsome?"

Jiang Youlin's eyes were bent, like a clever little fox: "You will definitely be on the list of Tianjiao in the future."

This is quite right, but because of a certain oolong incident many years later, Jiang Qinfeng, who claims to be a macho and handsome guy, is not on the list of men, but the top of the list of beauties.

When they returned to the City Lord's Mansion, it was almost noon, which happened to be time for dinner.

Walking outside the dining hall, if Gongsun Ying wasn't there, it would have been full of laughter and laughter, but at this moment it was suffocatingly quiet.

Jiang Qinfeng slapped his forehead: "Oh, it seems that Uncle Gongsun is done."

He wondered if he would survive today.