Who Isn’t A Cultivator?

2022-04-09

Chapter 269 Does the Imperial Brother still write poetry?

“Brother Jiang, move.”

Chen Shu sat down beside Jiang Lai, tucked himself into the sofa, took out his phone, and checked the photos taken today again.

I have watched it several times, and the more I see it, the better it looks.

The more you see it, the more beautiful it is.

The more you look at yourself, the more handsome you are.

The opposite Meng Chunqiu asked, “Brother Chen, I haven’t seen you all day today, where have you been?”

“Xinzheng Temple.”

“Going to Xinzheng Temple again?”

“ang…”

Chen Shu looked at the phone, zoomed in, and didn’t lift his head: “Isn’t Chongyang today, I I went to Xinzheng Temple to climb high and look into the distance and enjoy the autumn and chrysanthemums.”

“Watching chrysanthemums? Where can there be chrysanthemums in Xinzheng Temple?”

“Under the White Pagoda.”

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“The White Pagoda? Isn’t that the inner courtyard area? Brother Chen, how did you get in as a tourist?” Meng Chunqiu was surprised and suspicious. As the younger generation of the Imperial Family, he even went to Xinzheng with the elders of the Imperial Family. The temple burns incense and worships the Buddha, and most often enters the inner courtyard for a walk, and then comes out after a meal. The White Pagoda is the site for the Bodhisattva to clean up. Although the Disciple in the inner courtyard can go to wander under the tower, he has never been there. Recently, he has been separated by dozens of meters away from the White Pagoda.

“Brother Chen, you shouldn’t be bragging, right?”

“Brother Chen, is this the White Pagoda in this photo?” Jiang Lai squinted and glanced at Chen Shu’s Screen.

“Yes.” Chen Shu answered before replying to Meng Chunqiu, “I just met a monk from Xinzheng Temple, and he took me there.”

“so that’s how it is.”

Meng Chunqiu nodded, which is reasonable, and then asked: “Are chrysanthemums planted under the white pagoda? Why don’t I seem to have an impression.”

“Yes, Mu Chunju.”

“Mu Chunju?”

Meng Chunqiu’s expression suddenly became a little strange.

“What’s wrong?”

“On the second day of the late emperor’s abdication, there was an inexplicable handful of wood chrysanthemums at the door of the bedroom. I don’t know who brought it.” Meng Chunqiu was shocked. After a while, “a few of our juniors also said that someone sent chrysanthemums just after the emperor abdicated. This kind of thing is mostly done by the Sword Sect master, only he can do it…”

Chen Shu will He looked away from the screen of his mobile phone, raised his eyes, and looked towards Meng Chunqiu:

“The first emperor and Bodhisattva had a good personal relationship, right?”

“That’s right, the first emperor and Ying Jie Bodhisattva, Dao Shou with Chang Pei, and Sword King, all have good personal friendships and have known each other very early.” Meng Chunqiu nodded, “I heard that the late emperor was a very easy-going person when he was young, and he had a good relationship with everyone.”

“Is that so…”

Chen Shu could barely understand it.

Probably like a group of sand sculptures.

If the follow-up development continues, no one becomes a god, and no one has an accident in the middle, then the group owner who practiced the Imperial Family spiritual method must be the first to die.

At that time, when you are old, you have experienced vicissitudes of life, and you are in a high position, everyone will respect you and regard you as gods. It is withering away one after another, and no one can avoid melancholy.

It’s too far to think about that now.

Chen Shu couldn’t help but think back to the year when he first came to Yujing. During the Chinese New Year, he was lying on the sofa at Chen Banxia’s house. He was bored and watched videos at night. News from the top of the temple that time it takes to burn a stick of incense.

In the picture, the late emperor and Yingjie Bodhisattva walked side by side, stepped on the 3,000-year-old bluestone slab, crossed the courtyard, and did not know where to go, leaving only two backs.

It was last year.

At that time, Bodhisattva of Yingjie was already known as the living Buddha, and he seldom went down to the White Pagoda. It was also in the autumn of that year that the former emperor abdicated.

Chen Shu couldn’t help but whispered: “Why bring wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival…”

“?”

Meng Chunqiu He turned his head suddenly and stared at him with a dull expression: “Brother Chen, why are you always speaking like a printed book…”

“I didn’t write this either.”

“Who wrote it?”

“It’s called Meng Haoran.”

“Meng Haoran?”

Meng Chunqiu’s expression became more dull.

Isn’t that my brother’s name?

Chen Shu ignored him, shook his head and put aside his thoughts, continued to look down at his phone, selected a few favorite pictures, and sent a dynamic.

Typing with text: The frost wind is about to make the Double Ninth Sun, and the wild chrysanthemum by the stream is shining.

Glancing at Meng Chunqiu next to his eyes, he decisively pressed the backspace key, deleted them one by one, and replaced them with: Chongyang and Qingqing climbed high and looked far together, and found someone at Xinzheng Temple who couldn’t find them. Good location, thanks to the photographer/cute

Four landscape photos and four portrait photos.

A photo of a finger in the middle holding a small flower.

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It looks so tender.

Especially this cute expression at the end, the finishing touch.

Chen Shu is very satisfied.

Then go back to Fetion and find Qingqing.

Chen Shu: Are you making my dried flowers?

Qingqing: I’m doing it

Chen Shu: Hard work, Secretary Ning

Qingqing: It should be done

Chen Shu: Listen to me Say (continuous expression) thank you (continuous expression) because of you (continuous expression) warms the four seasons (continuous expression)…

Qingqing: Find a hospital to see

Chen Shu : /Han laugh

Chen Shu : I send you the photo?

Qingqing: Good

Qingqing: Yes

Chen Shu: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]…

Qingqing: Received

Chen Shu: Look at my post

Qingqing: I saw it

Chen Shu: Like

Qingqing:……

Qingqing: clicked

Chen Shu: Really good

Chen Shu: I’ll give you another homework

Qingqing:……

Qingqing: Down

Chen Shu: Also go to the news

Chen Shu: Hurry up

Qingqing: There are not many people in my Feixin

Chen Shu: Hurry up, hurry up

Qingqing: …

About half an hour Later, Chen Shu saw Qing Qingfa’s activity.

Secretary Ning should have chosen a picture for a while.

The middle photo of the finger holding a small chrysanthemum and the four landscape photos are the same as the one he chose, but the four portrait photos are different. Looking closely, Chen Shu’s photo is more prominent. Qingqing, but she chose the exact opposite.

I have to say, Master Tong Lan did a great job.

Chen Shu withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look aside, saw that Jiang Lai had a new injury on his body, and asked, “Brother Jiang went to the ring again?”

“Yeah. …”

“Boss Li has been so happy lately?”

“Ah? What?”

“You’re promoted to 5th dan so quickly, sure I made a lot of money for him.”

“No no…” Jiang Lai said in a panic, “Yujing still has many powerful seniors, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, I lost several games. It’s gone.”

“But your popularity is high.”

“It’s okay…”

Jiang Lai can’t refute this, it is true .

Because he has a round face, he looks very friendly, especially to aunties. And he is a student, a student of Yujing Academy, not only female students have a charm bonus to middle-aged uncle, but male students can also arouse the protective desire of rich women.

Comparing with other vicious players in the ring, Jiang Lai is simply a breath of fresh air.

Whenever there is Jiang Lai’s game, the female audience off the court will soar. There is no doubt that at least 80 to 90% of them are his fans.

20% fangirl + 80% fangirl.

The word Mi Po was coined by Chen Shu, when Brother Meng heard it, he was very happy all day.

“Are there many Martial Artists in the Yujing arena?”

“Six dans are rarely seen in the underground arena.” Jiang Lai answered honestly, “But if you fight International competition, Martial King competition, there are a lot of six dan.”

“Brother Jiang, come on, dominating the whole country is just around the corner, winning Martial King is not a dream.”

“…”

Jiang Lai’s Face is red.

Chen Shu and Meng Chunqiu looked at each other and smiled.

It’s still fun to tease your roommate.

However, for the underground arena, the five-dan Martial Artist competition should be considered a top-level competition, and the sixth-dan competition is very rare.

Five-stage Martial Artist, which means that its battle strength can be compared to the level of ordinary fifth-order cultivator twenty years ago. Even if there may be moisture in the certification process, the battle strength is still very terrifying ——fleshy body Impervious to sword and spear, bullets can’t penetrate, can resist small shells, can put steel ingots in their hands and play with mud, I dare not say that I can single-handed tanks on the battlefield of the previous life, but there is definitely no problem with single-handed armored vehicles, if Very close encounters, and several tanks have to finish.

Usually the soldiers of the Yi Country army are only two or three Martial Artists, and the special forces only require four.

Six paragraphs is the limit of Martial Artist.

Chen Shu has also watched the Martial King competition, which is the highest competition in the Martial Artist arena. Most of the Martial Artists are National Teams.

Brother Jiang is a Heaven Blessed Genius.

“Brother Jiang needs a new rune? You can tell me if you have any requests. You’re welcome.” Chen Shu clapped his hands, and his desire to develop came up again, “Although we are not as powerful as the famous Martial Artist. Team, but don’t be too far away from them.”

“Not for now, the current rune is enough for me to use six stages, and it has attack, defense, movement method and functionality. I’m done.”

“Also…”

Chen Shu has no inspiration for Martial Artist rune.

Little Sunshine is definitely not acceptable. The minimum spiritual power required for one casting of that thing can drain at least a few hundred Brother Jiang, and the minimum spiritual power quality requires the cultivator to reach the middle and late stages of the fifth rank. Martial Artist’s spiritual power quality is sadly poor. Moreover, the structure of the Little Lieyang Technique is complex and cannot be simplified. One less rune and one wrong rune will not work. Casting is also complicated. Even if the orthodox spirit cultivator has obtained the complete spell structure and its annotations, it takes a long time to learn and practice. Martial Artist is so stupid, it is too far away from the Little Sun Technique.

As for the thunder technique…

The ordinary thunder technique formidable power is general, and the improved thunder technique cannot be simplified. Once it is simplified, the penetration performance will be lost.

And the improved thunder technique is still classified at present, the degree of confidentiality is very high, it has risen to the level of national and military secrets, and it is not allowed to doodle outside.

When you are free, or you are tired and want to rest like today, you can call Brother Meng again to watch a Brother Jiang game together, and maybe get some information about Martial Artist Inspired by rune, at least see what the other five Martial Artists are like.

By the fifth paragraph, they should be very professional, right?

Chen Shu sat and watched the news for a while.

It seems that because of dissatisfaction with the previous Yi Country sending troops to Pulo, Pulo folk’s anti-Sect Master country’s voice rebounded more violently than last time, resulting in more frequent attacks from Pulo, even those The extremist forces not only attacked Yi Country, but also their own country, killing people and setting fires, it’s crazy.

The Moon Lady is on the news again, this time to punish some traitors who have ties with Lan Ya.

Brother Luo is so elegant.

Will the royal court just ignore her?

“Really rebellious…”

Chen Shu made a decision in his heart.

After the news, Brother Jiang went to implement the plan of going to bed early and getting up early. This is a good habit of Martial Artist, but all good Martial Artist will not stay up late. Brother Meng just got a negative answer from his brother, frowned brainstorm. Chen Shu said something to him, turned off the TV, and went back to his room.

The living room fell silent.

(End of this chapter)