People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

This world is not Qin Qing's original world. After the Three Kingdoms, great changes have taken place in history. The Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties disappeared.China and the United States are juxtaposed as superpowers, and their overall strength is comparable.

In this world, everyone entertains, and entertainment is king. There is even a famous saying: "Entertainment has nothing to do with life and death, and entertainment is higher than life and death."

"It's kind of interesting."

Qin Qing "read" information about the entertainment industry.

At this time, the phone vibrated.The landlord sent a text message listing the details of the rent, utility bills, 786 in total.

Qin Qing opened WeChat, the balance: 829.

Immediately, the soul wears it, and it doesn't smell good anymore.

Qin Qing looked at several live broadcast equipment on the table: desktop computer, sound card, microphone, monitor headphones, high-definition camera.It was these things that emptied Qin Qing's balance.

Qin Qing was silent.

Chapter 404: Doubt

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The sun is rising.

Hong's other courtyard.

The handsome young man is standing in the middle of the martial arts field, holding a horizontal knife, and is practicing.

"Five Elements Prison Demon Knife, five characteristics: the sharpness of gold, the straightness of wood, the flexibility of water, the violence of fire, the thickness of earth..."

Hong Xuan put away the knife,

I thought:

"The five elements generate and restrain each other, and the knife technique is both rigid and soft."

The figure of Master Li demonstrating the saber technique is vivid in my mind, the movements are obviously exactly the same as Hong Xuan's practice, but there is a little more indescribable charm.

Hong Xuan had some understanding in his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes, took a few steps forward, and walked to a stone bench.

"Whoo~"

Hong Xuan adjusted his breathing again, and changed to holding the knife with both hands.

Take out the knife and cut obliquely.

The blade cut across the hard stone pier made of marble soundlessly.

A corner of the pier slipped.

The cut surface is smooth as a mirror.

The same knife could only break a rock before, but the tiger's mouth was shaking with pain.

"Ha~"

Hong Xuan opened his mouth and exhaled steaming white mist.

"That's it!"

Hong Xuan was delighted.

"The soil produces gold, and the thickness of the soil controls the sharpness of the gold. So cutting a stone pier is like cutting butter."

"Fire overcomes metal, with the violence of fire to offset the sharpness of metal. Therefore, the backlash when withdrawing the knife is gone, and the tiger's mouth doesn't hurt anymore."

"Fu~ almost lost the face of the traverser."

The corners of Hong Xuan's mouth curled up, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

That's right, he is a time traveler.

The original owner was the third son and second son of the Hong family in Dasheng Township, Hong County, Qin State.

Hong Xuan, who was electrocuted while helping a female colleague fix a light bulb, passed through the body of the original owner.

Depressed... I knew I should talk about life first and then fix the light bulb.

Brother Meng, the lesson of blood!

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

recover from injury.

Relying on the memories left by the original owner and being cautious, Hong Xuan gradually adapted to the different world.

"There is no mobile phone WiFi, but there are monsters who devour people, ghosts who seduce souls, warriors who blow up mountains with one punch, and Qi practitioners who fly into the sky and escape from the ground."

"What a dangerous...and interesting world."

Hong Xuan is a martial artist, rank eight.

Warriors, temper their muscles, strengthen their bodies, and exuberant energy and blood.

Do not cultivate the soul.

Practitioners of the human race are divided into nine ranks and super ranks.

Among them: the ninth rank to the seventh rank is the [lower third rank], the sixth rank to the fourth rank is the [middle third rank], and the third rank to the first rank is the [upper third rank].

Every third rank is a big ladder, and the higher you go, the harder it is to advance.

Hong Xuan knew very little about super-grade cultivators.

All I know is that the gap between Super Grade and Ninth Grade is like cloud and mud, beyond imagination.

Sudden.

The noisy sound, interspersed with vague sobbing sounds, drifted into the ears, his thoughts were interrupted, and Hong Xuan was slightly annoyed.

frown.

"Go and see what's going on."

"Yes."

Si Li's servant Zhao Jia said immediately.

sidelines.

The maidservants who were waiting in battle immediately took action.

Amber carried the kettle to pour water into the washbasin, Liuli soaked it with a towel, wrung it dry, spread it out, and held it with both hands.

Hong Xuan took the warm towel and wiped his face.

Ruri took the used towel.At this time, Pearl served freshly brewed hot tea.

take a sip

Hot tea poured into his throat.

Comfortable~

At first, Hong Xuan was not used to it.As a result, the three little maids hugged each other and wept secretly, thinking that Hong Xuan didn't want them anymore.

Hong Xuan couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to be "forced" to accept the "degenerate" life of the son.

I have to say, this kind of service is not bad.

moment.

Zhao Jia returned to the other courtyard,

Reported back:

"Zhao Xiucai was bitten by a poisonous snake of a different species. The wife of the Zhao family came to the village to ask for medicine, but was kicked out by Manager Zhao."

"Zhao Xiucai..."

A figure appeared in Hong Xuan's mind: tall and thin, with a patched but clean long gown, and a warm smile on his face.

A noble but not pedantic scholar.

Eight-rank scholar.

Heartbroken, Hong Xuan went back to the room to take some detoxification pills and a shequila, and went straight outside.

The servants Zhao Jia and Zhao Yi looked at each other and followed with wry smiles.

far away.

Hong Xuan saw several servants gathered together, pointing and pushing at a woman.

Seeing Hong Xuan walking over here, the servants scattered immediately.There was only one woman standing alone under the wall of the Hong family's courtyard.

"This is Mrs. Zhao?"

Hong Xuan thought to himself.

Twenty years old.

He was dressed in coarse gray clothes, with disheveled hair.

Head down.

Can't see facial features clearly.

Hong Xuan walked over unhurriedly.

Zhao lowered her head, kneading the corners of her clothes with both hands.

"Master Zhao?" Hong Xuan asked.

"Yes, yes, the concubine is right."

Zhao's voice trembled slightly.

"What kind of medicine does your husband need?"

As soon as the words were finished, Mrs. Zhao suddenly raised her head and stared at Hong Xuan in a daze, two lines of tears fell silently.

Zishou Emei, skin like creamy fat, crying red eyes with pear blossoms and rain, so pitiful.

moment.

I groaned in my heart.