The lord is always dishonest [Transmigration Book]

2017 7 Month 9 Day.

Sunny, just the right amount of daylight.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Qi Zhao closed the store, and the small owner of the nearby restaurant saw him and greeted him with a smile through the glass window: "Qi Zhaozhao is going back so early?"

After graduating from university, Qi Zhao opened a flower shop on this street, growing flowers and watering them every day, and by the way, making food and clothing.

He nodded: "There won't be any customers buying flowers at this point, so I'll go back first. When you go back at night, remember to close the store door, don't always be in a daze, you know?"

"I know, don't worry, I have my bean bag." The little boss happily pointed to the husky squatting at the door of the restaurant, "It will protect me."

Qi Zhao glanced at the husky who was wagging his tail with three white eyes: "..."

This kind of creature who didn't let go and couldn't bear to look directly at him would be fine if he didn't cheat you, okay?

Qi Zhao had no choice but to put his backpack on, waved to him and crossed the road.

The little boss looked at his back, knelt down and pinched Doubao's ears: "Qi Zhaozhao went home very early recently, there was nothing like this before, Doubao, do you think he is in a relationship?"

……

Of course Qi Zhao didn't fall in love.

He went back so early because he was chasing after a novel called "The First Birth of the Great Dao".

This book is serialized in Jinjiang Literature City, and the plot takes place in the world of floating life.In the world of floating life, plants and trees are used to enter Taoism. Cultivators are born with spiritual plant blood. When the foundation is established, the natural blood is awakened. In daily practice, it is necessary to absorb the spiritual power of plants and trees of the same attribute to nourish the blood. Every breakthrough must use the natural spiritual plant as an introduction.

The spiritual plant is in my hand, but I have the gold.

However, the world of floating life is also a world where spiritual plants are rare. It is difficult for cultivators to find the same type of spiritual plants that are usually used to nourish the blood.Every day, countless cultivators fall due to the exhaustion of spiritual power that has been lingering for a long time in the breakthrough period.

At this time, spiritual planters who can cultivate vegetation and endow spiritual power to make them spiritual plants naturally become targets of recruitment by various forces. Chi Mu, the protagonist of "The First Life of the Great Dao", is a spiritual planter, and compared to other spiritual planters, he has a unique ability, that is, he can understand the language of plants and trees and communicate with them, thus guiding ordinary plants and trees to transform into spiritual plants and Free choice of properties.

Relying on this talent, Chi Mu's life went smoothly, all the way from a first-level spiritual planter to a ninth-level spiritual planter, his strength explained what a winner in life is.

"Born on the Road" is updated every day at [-]:[-] pm.

According to the progress, today should be the final chapter.

Qi Zhao opened the page of the novel and found that the author had updated it. He hurriedly clicked in, but what he saw was a blank page. He flipped it up and down, but there was still nothing.

There was a chirping sound from the balcony behind.

"Qi Zhaozhao is looking at those unnutritious things again, like a little fool every day."

"No way, the older the child, the more stupid it is, we old people should worry more."

"Do you think we should tell him that it's useless to read those things? After all, many things in this world depend on IQ besides good luck."

"Let's forget it, the child is already stupid, what should I do if I get even more stupid after being hit?"

"That's right, you still have to believe in science, and don't look at those who have and don't. Don't you know that after the founding of the country, you are not allowed to become a master?"

Qi Zhao: "..."

Qi Zhao stood up and walked to the balcony, opened the door with a swish, and looked over with a half-smile: "You also know that after the founding of the country, you are not allowed to become a master?"

The balcony was silent, a few pots of flowers and plants were quietly placed in the corner, and the leaves moved in favor.

Qi Zhao felt helpless for a while.

This is the reason why he likes "The First Birth of the Great Dao"-he, like the protagonist Chi Mu, can understand the language of flowers and plants.

Qi Zhao knelt down: "You guys..."

The prickly pear on the left moved: "Qi Zhaozhao, you see those are useless, don't struggle, anyway, it's not a year or two for you to understand us, just get used to it, okay!"

muah.

... a ghost.

Qi Zhao laughed angrily: "You can think about it. By the way, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you, that is, my language proficiency is full this morning."

Qi Zhao was born with the ability of flower language, and since he can remember, he can see a progress bar of flower language proficiency in the upper left corner in front of his eyes. After so many years of snail crawling, he finally reached the top.

Immediately, the cactus ball became energetic: "It's full! Then, Qi Zhaozhao, do you have any special feeling now, such as Ren Du's second channel suddenly opening up the power of the prehistoric and rushing in?"

Qi Zhao: "...What did you say to believe in science?"

He stretched out his hand and gently tapped the flowers on the cactus, with helpless connivance: "I don't feel anything, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night and I was a little sleepy. I'll go to sleep first, and you all just stay quiet, you know?" ?"

"Okay!" A group of flowers and plants shook their leaves, "Qi Zhaozhao has a good rest, remember to water us at night."

Qi Zhao responded with a smile, turned around and went back to the bedroom, and fell asleep soon after lying down.

There was silence all around.

In the silence, a light suddenly appeared in the mid-air, and after circling around Qi Zhao, a leaf fell silently on his pillow, and the mechanical system prompt sounded immediately.

[Ding, the progress has been detected to be full, the binding conditions have been met, and the system binding program is automatically started. Please confirm whether the host agrees within three seconds... No response is considered the default, the system binding is successful, and enters the automatic maintenance state. 】

[Ding, the system maintenance is over, the space-time channel is opened, and it will start in five seconds. 】

[Dear host, welcome to the world of "The First Birth of the Great Dao". 】

……

The year 9725 in the world of floating life.

The deserted city.

At dusk, Qi Zhao was drowsy while sitting on the wicker chair, and was awakened by the sound outside soon after, and found that he was dreaming about what happened the day he traveled through.

Qi Zhao rubbed the center of his brows, fully awake, looked up at the middle-aged man standing opposite: "Uncle Lin, are you optimistic?"

The person called Uncle Lin reluctantly turned his eyes away from the Lingzhi in front of him: "Mr. Qi, can this Lingzhi be cheaper? It's really hard for me."

He has been stuck in the breakthrough period for many years, and he is about to enter failure. He didn't expect to find a natal spiritual plant of the same attribute in this store. There is hope for life, but the price is really unbearable.

Before Qi Zhao could speak, a clear voice from outside came in first: "That's not acceptable. If this rule is easily broken, wouldn't it be difficult for us Qi Zhao to do well in the future? Besides, the Lin family's deep heritage is something that the entire barren city knows." , Uncle Lin, don't be too modest."

The person who spoke walked in slowly, looking like a young man with a baby face, the button around his neck was fastened to the top meticulously, and he was holding a Qian Kun plate in his hand.

Lin Huan's face was a little ugly, he responded dryly, said goodbye to them and hurried out.

After he left, Qi Zhao laughed: "It seems that we Duwen are not in a good mood today, what's the matter?"

Speaking of this matter, Du Wen felt bad: "It's not because of that dead profiteer!"

Qi Zhao smiled slightly.

He came to the deserted city three months ago, and he didn't know exactly what happened. He only knew that he came here as soon as he woke up, and was picked up by Du Wen, who was passing by, and opened a family spirit here. plant shop.

There are seven cities in the world of floating life, and each city has a barrier, which balances the aura and together supports the four directions of the world.In fact, there is a crack in the middle of the seven cities, which does not belong to any party. This place defies the rules and plunders by force, so it is called the barren city.

The barren city is in chaos, and Qi Zhaoneng can rely on the protection of Duwen and Yuecang for his safety here.

Yue Cang is the dead profiteer that Du Wen said.

Du Wen waved his hand and said: "Don't mention the dead profiteer, Qi Zhao, Lin Huan, you have to be on guard, he is not a good person, he is not willing to spend money to bleed if he wants to save his life, for fear of ruining his luxurious life , I remember that the natal spiritual plant he broke through last time was taken by murder, although he dare not make mistakes with me and a profiteer, but you still have to be careful."

"I know." Qi Zhao nodded.

"That's good." Du Wen became happy, "I still have something to do there, so I'll go back first, and you should rest early, see you tomorrow, Da Zhaozhao."

"it is good."

Qi Zhao responded, sent him out, turned around and closed the store door, and just turned around after closing it, a fiery red fruit flew towards him.

Qi Zhao caught it, walked to the scarlet fire grass that Lin Huan saw this morning, and touched its leaves: "Why are you losing your temper?"

Chihuocao's voice was a little aggrieved: "That uncle has a wicked heart, I don't want to go with him."

"I know, I won't let you go with him."

"really?"

Qi Zhao hummed with a good temper: "Really."

The red fire grass is very coaxing, happily shook the branches and leaves, and began to feel embarrassed for throwing the fruit to Qi Zhao before, and shyly rubbed the leaves on Qi Zhao's arm: "Then Qi Zhaozhao should go to sleep early, see you tomorrow."

A group of spirit plants behind him shook the leaves together: "Qi Zhaozhao, good night!"

Qi Zhao smiled, shook his hand at them, turned and went upstairs, closed the doors and windows, turned off the lights, and his breathing gradually became peaceful.

In the middle of the night, it rained heavily.

Qi Zhao slept very restlessly, always feeling that there were many people calling his name in a disorderly manner, so he managed to sleep for a while, when suddenly there was a thunderbolt outside the window, white light penetrated the entire sky, as bright as day.

Qi Zhao woke up suddenly, glanced outside, and then found that the voice in his sleep was not an illusion, but came from the spiritual plants downstairs.

"Qi Zhaozhao, something happened, come down quickly!"

"Qi Zhaozhao, help, help, help!"

"Qi Zhaozhao hurry up! Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!"

Qi Zhao panicked, he didn't even have time to put on his clothes carefully, so he casually draped them on his body and went downstairs. When Ling Zhi downstairs saw him, he became excited instantly, and all the branches and leaves pointed out the door: "Qi Zhaozhao, there!"

Qi Zhao went to the door and opened it, and saw a woody plant lying in the muddy rainwater in the dazzling white light of the sky.

There were anxious urging voices from Lingzhi behind him.

Qi Zhao squatted down, carefully picked up the plants soaked in the rain, turned and went back to the house.

The author has something to say:

Qi Zhaozhao: "Do you think I should save him or not? I'm so entangled. Save him, don't save him, save him, don't save him... Forget it, one thing more is worse than one thing less, and I don't save him."

Lord City Lord: "..."

"The City Lord Is Always Irregular", the end.

……

The male ticket is very unhappy because he feels that every time I write an article, I will neglect him to varying degrees 2333333.

Hum, but this still can't stop my pretentious life, darlings, chirp, from today onwards, we're going to mess with each other again!

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