mysterious forerunner

Chapter 10 Mission Strategy
Zhang Qingxiang did not go to school today.

I called my brother in the same dormitory to ask for leave.

In one morning, Zhang Qingxiang only got three original objects.

The other pieces have either been accidentally fused by others or have disappeared, and they should also have owners.

The [Chao Feng] profession itself is not a "big" profession. In the previous life, there were only about twenty people in the original City Chao Feng Guild.

But because of their special professional skills, each [Chaofeng] represents a huge network of relationships, and the Chaofeng Guild has great influence.

Zhang Qingxiang gave up the search and returned to the hotel to fuse the last three pieces.

So far, Zhang Qingxiang has fused twelve [source objects], twice as many as Guan Xuanbai!
These three source items were of average level and failed to awaken new skills.

However, Zhang Qingxiang's two professional skills were upgraded by one level each, reaching the third level.

[Treasure Appraisal] You can identify treasures that are not five levels higher than yourself.

[Measurement] The judgment range has increased to 50%.

The energy vortex increased by three levels, reaching twelve levels.

The limit of a monk is twelve levels.

At this point, Zhang Qingxiang’s second step plan is completed!

At noon, Zhang Qingxiang ate alone.

While eating, I was thinking about my third step plan.

At this stage, the practitioner's food intake increases dramatically.

Zhang Qingxiang ate sixteen steamed buns, eight vegetables, and four bowls of soup.

I felt a pain in my body when I paid the bill.

"I never expected that the biggest problem I encountered when I came back was the lack of money!"

The family's financial situation is good, and my parents are generous in providing living expenses.

Although it is very close to home, the living expenses for this semester were paid to Zhang Qingxiang in one lump sum.

But it cost a lot of money to collect source materials, and I would eat hundreds of them in one meal. Then my financial situation... would be a big problem.

"It really doesn't work..."

Zhang Qingxiang has been smart since he was a child, and he immediately thought of a way: "Secretly take some of Comrade Zhang Ruiqian's collection and sell them..."

"Actually, as long as I persist for a few more days, when I realize the fourth step of my plan, I won't have to worry about money anymore."

"The third step of the plan will start this afternoon, which is..."

"Defend Comrade Zhang Ruiqian, the right leg!"

Comrade Zhang Ruiqian now looks like a second-generation gangster living on rent.

What I do every day is to exercise and do some entertainment.

But before getting married, Zhang Ruiqian joined the army. Because of his excellent qualities, he was selected into a special operations unit and participated in a mission to deal with a mysterious incident.

They were one of the very few special talents with "mysterious" experience in China before the era of pan-cultivation began.

Zhang Qingxiang remembers very clearly that on the third day after the "Lingbo Shock", that is, tomorrow night, at nine o'clock, Zhang Ruiqian will receive a mysterious phone call.

Then he hurriedly left home and was ordered to form the original city's "Secret Case Team" and served as the first team leader.

The "Secret Case Team" is the predecessor of the Secret Security Bureau.

According to the normal script, Zhang Ruiqian will next become the former city branch director of the Secret Security Bureau, or even the provincial director of Lingxi Province.

But on the night when he became the team leader, he led the team to deal with the first mysterious incident and encountered a major accident.

Of the twelve team members who participated in the operation, seven died and two were seriously injured. Among the five who survived, one was blind and one was mentally disturbed.

In the end, it was Zhang Ruiqian who broke one of his left legs and brought out the surviving team members.

If you look at it from a later perspective, the responsibility for the failure of the action does not lie with Zhang Ruiqian.

Because everyone did not understand the "mystery" at all during this period, official agencies around the world responsible for handling these incidents suffered heavy casualties.

Even beyond the later stage.

But the first time I led the team, I failed miserably, and I became disabled again...

Zhang Ruiqian quickly arranged for a pension position.

Zhang Qingxiang later entered the Secret Security Bureau, and his father's help to him was extremely limited.

"The mysterious arrival tomorrow night is actually just an illusion created by a ghost insect [Six-Eyed Chrysalis], causing the team members to kill each other."

“Dad’s team members are all elites drawn from the army and the Public Security Bureau.

But except for him, no one else has any experience in the mysterious side. "

"Dad only has a little experience, but no ability. At most, he is stronger than ordinary people."

"So if we want to save his legs and allow him to continue to develop within the Secret Security Bureau, we must first make him a practitioner and have the strength to face the mystery."

Zhang Qingxiang took a taxi and went straight to Meixi Mountain outside the city.

There is a high-end horse club at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Qingxiang bought an experience coupon online.

There is a small display area in the front hall of the Jockey Club.

There are five ancient Chinese and Western saddles, some stirrups, riding whips, and a set of cavalry armor.

In addition, there are also various ancient weapons.

Chasik saber, riding bow and arrow, etc.

Zhang Qingxiang's target was a deer antler next to the bow and arrow.

Of all the ancient artifacts in the Jockey Club, only this one mutation became the source object.

The corresponding cultivation profession is "Orion".

Dad, you can safely sit at the rear and command, and remotely support your subordinates in charging into battle.

Safety first.

Stop always being on the front line.

But when I entered the Jockey Club, I found that the thumb ring and bow and arrow were missing!

Zhang Qingxiang called the staff and asked, and the other party replied: "Yesterday, a domestic expert on horseback and archery came to visit. He spent 70,000 yuan and bought the bow and ring in a package."

Zhang Qingxiang turned around and left, and Yun Zhirufei returned the group purchase coupon.

Save a little bit.

"We must seize the time!" Zhang Qingxiang felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

On the second day after the spiritual wave impact, many source objects had their owners.

However, Zhang Qingxiang had many alternatives. After leaving the Jockey Club, he took a taxi to the Old City God Temple.

The Old Town God's Temple is also outside the city, not far from the Jockey Club.

Half an hour later, Zhang Qingxiang bought what he wanted at an antique stall outside the Old City God's Temple after some haggling.

This is a broken "Jade Gangmao".

It is a popular amulet in the Han Dynasty.

It is usually worn as a pair with "Yu Yan Mao".

The material is mostly Hetian jade.

There are also six-sided and eight-sided cuboids that are two to three centimeters long.

A hole is drilled in the middle and an inscription is engraved on each of the four sides, usually:
"The first month of the first lunar month is just at the center of Mao, and scattered in all directions. Red, green, white, and yellow are the four colors. The emperor ordered Zhu Rong to teach Kui Long. I dare not take the role of the worms and weeds."

To put it simply, the Emperor of Heaven ordered Zhu Rong, the God of Fire, to warn Kui Long not to do evil.

It is said that there is a strict rule: it can only be made on the first day of the first lunar month and the first day of the lunar month.

The ancients believed that wearing Jade Gangmao and Jade Yanmao could receive blessings from the gods and ward off bad luck.

This source object is the highest level source object of the [Temple Blessing] profession in the entire original city. The [Temple Blessing] profession has the ability to control flames, as well as many evil-fighting skills.

Very powerful early on.

Especially the mysteries that came in the early stage were mostly on the side of evil spirits and evil gods, and were completely defeated by the "Temple Blessing".

After acquiring this treasure, Zhang Qingxiang took out his mobile phone and called his father:
"Dear Dad, will you come back for dinner tonight?"

"The food in the cafeteria is empty, and I'm starving."

"I want to eat the yellow croaker braised tofu made by my mother."

"I'm not as proud as you. If I don't go back, my mother won't cook."

Zhang Ruiqian was also participating in an "arm fight" competition in the city. When he answered the phone, he was greeted with goosebumps by the words "Dear Dad", and then he choked out two words:
"Back."

"eat."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ruiqian muttered, "This brat is trying to be polite for nothing, so he must be up to no good." A smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

He won three more games in a row and lost to the eventual champion in the quarterfinals.

He didn't watch the rest of the game, left the venue, got on his electric motorcycle, and went to the vegetable market, bought fish and tofu and went home.

Zhang Qingxiang himself also had goosebumps when he said "Dear Dad" just now.

Then he became confident again: What's wrong with me flattering my father?
These are unshakable thighs.

"My father has a great appearance!"

"Dear dad, please work harder!"

Zhang Qingxiang's current purpose is to seize the opportunities he missed in his previous life and avoid the pitfalls he stepped on in his previous life.

Opportunity, cultivation, hard work - no one can lose!
Zhang Qingxiang returned home first, holding the jade steel in his hand.

The occupational origin of [Temple Blessing] is obviously repulsive to Zhang Qingxiang's [Court].

Zhang Qingxiang was still thinking about his father's mission tomorrow night, and said to himself: "Just becoming a practitioner is not 100% safe."

"What else can be done?"

The safest thing is of course to take action on your own and protect dad secretly.

Take action immediately if an accident occurs.

With Zhang Qingxiang's current strength, I dare not say that he is unscrupulous, but he is also invincible.

You can keep my father safe.

But if that's the case, how can dad establish prestige among his team members?
So in order for my father to have a bright future, and for me to be a comfortable second-generation cultivator, my father must save the entire team.

Zhang Qingxiang scratched his head: "I really don't want my son to worry."

"What if we could find a way to tell him the content of tomorrow night's mission in advance?"

"But how can we tell him without making him suspicious?"

Zhang Qingxiang envied another profession: psychologist.

They can perform psychological suggestions and create dreams.

If you were a [Psychologist], just let your father have a big dream, and you would know all the keys to tomorrow's mission.

Even... Zhang Qingxiang could play the role of "grandpa" in his father's dream if he had a hint of bad taste.

When this thought came to mind, Zhang Qingxiang laughed, but when he looked up, he saw the portraits of his grandparents. The smiles on the black and white photos of the two elders seemed a little different from before.

Zhang Qingxiang sat upright and gave up the absurd idea.

However, the "grandpa" joke gave Zhang Qingxiang an idea and he came up with a solution.

At half past six, my parents came back together.

Zhang Ruiqian is a maniac who dotes on his wife. He doesn't go upstairs after buying groceries. He always waits at the gate of the community for his wife to come home with him.

"Mom, let me write something. Call me when the meal is ready."

"it is good."

The couple started working in the kitchen, and within ten minutes, Ye Shumin kicked her husband out because she thought her husband was clumsy and getting more messy.

Ye Shumin was a department director at the Fourth Hospital of the city, and she had a bright future.

If the era of pan-spiritual practice had not begun, she would have at least retired as a vice-dean.

However, in the era of pan-spiritual practice, medical skills and spiritual practice are combined, and hospitals around the world are undergoing transformation.

Because Ye Shumin had to take care of her husband who had a broken leg, she failed to keep up with the times and eventually became a marginalized figure in the department.

Zhang Ruiqian was not angry even after being rejected by his wife, he came out with a playful smile and scratching his head.

Clumsy indeed.

He is 1.75 meters tall and weighs around 100 kilograms all year round.

I have been working out for more than ten years, and my tendons are bulging all over my body. Looking from the front, my whole body looks like a square.

Flexibility is naturally not good.

He had nothing to do and rushed to his son's room: "Son, where are you doing your homework?"

Zhang Qinglian hurriedly waved: "Dad, you came just in time, wait for me for five minutes."

Zhang Qing's luck is as fast as flying - this is not an exaggeration, but a huge leap in physical fitness after being promoted to the first level of the profession.

As soon as Zhang Qingxiang moved his hands, a layer of afterimages covered the keyboard!
Zhang Ruiqian stretched out his head and took a look, surprised: "Are you writing a novel?"

"Yes, I want to earn my own living expenses. We have a classmate who earns seven to eight thousand in royalties every month."

Zhang Qingxiang replied, and then said: "Dad, you are an old bookworm, help me check it later."

Zhang Ruiqian's expression froze, his huge body slowly shrank back, and finally he sat silently on his son's bed.

The old father's brain was working rapidly, and countless memories about his son flashed through:
When I was in the fourth grade, I couldn’t come up with a 300-word essay after holding in 60 words...

When he was in junior high school, he used a game card to bribe his deskmate to help him write a diary for three weeks...

When I was a freshman in high school, my Chinese teacher called me and earnestly emphasized to me that composition plays a large role in the Chinese language for the college entrance examination. We must pay attention to it and hire a tutor for our children...

Now he wants to write a novel!
He knows that I have been a bookworm for thirty years, and my account on the Chinese website is as high as level 13!
But he doesn’t know that my keyboard... has never forgiven any trash author!
Ten of the ten book reviews criticize the author...

But he called me "Dear Dad"... He had just started writing, so I should have encouraged him more.

But if I can't help it...

This one rant is worth thirty years of skill!

How to do how to do? So panicked!

Zhang Qing, who was in the first level of the profession, had keen senses. He noticed something unusual about his father behind him and looked back - Zhang Ruiqian quickly made an expectant look.

Zhang Qingxiang turned back and continued writing, but showed a disgusted expression.

Your acting skills turn into scum in a matter of seconds.

Zhang Qingxiang doesn't care whether what he writes is good or not.

Is what I wrote a novel?

No.

What I wrote is a guide for you to pass the game, Dad!
For the second spring of your career, I, as a son, am heartbroken.

Zhang Qingxiang quickly finished writing this paragraph and clicked publish without modifying it.

It doesn’t matter whether it is well written or not, nor does it matter whether there are readers.

I wrote 4,000 words in more than 20 minutes. How good can I write?
Then Zhang Qingxiang sent the link to his father’s mobile phone: “It’s written.”

Zhang Qingxiang went out again and diligently made a cup of wolfberry health tea for his dear father:

"Dad, watch while you drink."

"You must finish reading it."

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