Zhang Mingxuan frowned and muttered: "Isn't this still an online game? And shopping is inconvenient, why not just plagiarize?"

Xiao Yan said seriously: "The combination of games and malls is more interesting. All the things you buy here can be withdrawn."

Zhang Mingxuan said with a heartache: "Killing monsters and exploding TT coins is too harmful to money!"

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and said, "If you are killed, you will lose TT coins. And you will either wait for a day to resurrect or buy the resurrection coins. The monsters inside are very strong."

Zhang Mingxuan immediately made the decision and said, "It's done, that's it! Combining online stores and games, we have become innovative. How many couriers are there now?"

Long Tianao said with a smile: "Tingting has trained 50,000 outstanding couriers, which should be enough for the time being."

“When will it be put into use?”

Zhang Xiaofan said: "It's OK at any time!"

"Wait for me to notify!"

Zhang Mingxuan returned to his mind, opened his eyes and sighed: "These clones are really troublesome. They have created all the online stores, and they are still entertaining, tsk tsk~"

A beautiful lotus platform rose on his chest. Zhang Mingxuan reached out to caress the lotus platform, and a feeling arose in his heart: "The Mosquito Taoist is such a good mosquito! He sends treasures thousands of miles away."

He reached into the lotus platform and pulled out a dark spear from it. The surface of the spear had dark red patterns.

Zhang Mingxuan knocked on the gun bar and said regretfully: "I thought it was the God-killing Spear!"

The gun is named Bloodthirsty Spear, the innate companion spiritual treasure of Mosquito Taoist, and ranks among the top innate spiritual treasures.

Zhang Mingxuan played with the golden lotus spear for a while, then took them back into his body and warmed them up. He finally had a treasure that he had taken out, which belonged to him.

The next morning, Zhang Mingxuan got up from the bed with a refreshing spirit, walked out of his nest, stretched his waist in the yard, twisted his neck and shook his waist, and then touched the kitchen. He hadn't eaten for a long time.

I found two hot buns with satisfaction from the kitchen, and walked outside while eating, walked to the edge of the lawn lounge chair, lay down comfortably, making a seductive moan, whimper! So happy!

Under the warm sun, Zhang Mingxuan was sleepy.

After a while, a sound of footsteps came from a distance, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Zhang Mingxuan sniffed and opened his eyes to see that Ao Bitong and Yan Hui had already arrived.

Ao Bitong looked at Zhang Mingxuan with a sweet smile and said, "Brother Mingxuan, Mr. Yan Hui is looking for you, so I will bring him."

Zhang Mingxuan sat up directly and said with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Bitong."

He looked at Yan Hui and said with a dry smile: "Mr. Yan Hui is so early!"

Ao Bitong smiled and said, "You guys talk, I'm going to play." He turned around and left quickly.

Yan Hui looked at Zhang Mingxuan, sighed, bowed and said, "Ziyuan is here to say goodbye. We are going back, and some junior brothers need to be buried in peace."

Zhang Mingxuan apologized and said, "I didn't expect these things to happen. I also advised Confucius, but he didn't listen at all."

Yan Hui smiled bitterly and said, "The God is right! I asked to write this work to find a way out for Confucianism. The God did it better than I thought. The way of talent is indeed what we need. Thank you God."

Zhang Mingxuan said guiltily: "This is what I should do."

Yan Hui smiled freely and said, "The gods don't have to feel guilty. The Master's wishes are not something we can violate. The losses of Confucian disciples are also an inevitable test of the rise of Confucianism and Taoism."

"That's how it works!"

"Now that the Master is trapped in Wenquxing, and the Confucian disciples have suffered heavy losses. We need to turn back to the Confucius Institute as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation, so we are inconvenient to stay for a long time, so we say goodbye."

"Uh! Well, I have time to play!"

Yan Hui was upright and raised his hands high, bowing deeply and said, "Goodbye!"

Zhang Mingxuan quickly replied with a gift, "Slowly... walk slowly, I won't send you off."

Yan Hui stood up, turned around and walked away with a big strode.

Zhang Mingxuan wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead. Why did he feel a little guilty? I am still too kind!

Zhang Mingxuan continued to lie on the recliner, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. Confucius became a sub-sage saint even though he was not dead. He didn't have to worry about Confucianism, and he still felt so worried.

A faint fragrance came from behind him, and a pair of soft hands pressed Zhang Mingxuan's shoulders and gently kneaded them.

Zhang Mingxuan closed his eyes and said comfortably: "Miss Bitong is getting better and better, it's so comfortable!"

Ao Bitong chuckled and said, "Of course! I practice every day!"

Ao Bitong turned her eyes and said, "Brother, what is the origin of that Yuan Shoucheng? Why does that demon call him the Emperor of Heaven?"

Zhang Mingxuan narrowed his eyes and said lazily: "Because he plays the Emperor of Heaven in "The Legend of the Divine Lamp"! He is actually a fortune teller and has no ability."

Ao Bitong curled her lips and didn't believe it! She said suspiciously: "It's that simple?"

Zhang Mingxuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course, the one I have seen in Heaven is much more handsome than the bad old man Yuan Shoucheng."

Ao Bitong gave Zhang Mingxuan a massage while talking with a smile, looking happy.

However, the secular world has already caused shocking waves. Scholars are recognized by Wenquxing. The laws of heaven and earth are coming, and their talents are infused, gathering the Wen Palace, and awakening the laws given by heaven. The prehistoric world is different from the book "The Most Saint of Confucianism and Taoism". You do not need to go to the Confucian Temple to worship, but you can be recognized by Wenqu.

Many scholars even grew old the moment before, but the next moment they rose into the sky, with their bright hair turning into black hair.

Someone wrote a poem, and the heaven and earth responded, and his talent rose up, and a poem that would bring about ten thousand pounds of poetry to conquer the country.

There are also poor scholars who are bullied by others. They write in anger and summon heroes in poetry, and directly destroy the whole family.

There are also many criminals who are imprisoned in prison. Once they are talented, they will directly overturn the prison and rise to the top.

This day was a day of ecstasy for scholars to come to study, because scholars gained their talents and became extraordinary from now on.

This day was a chaotic day for most civilians. The scholars were angry and murdered every moment, and prisons were overturned one by one and a criminal flocked out.

For the country, this day is definitely a day of great change. The power of scholars completely exceeds the control of the country. Armies flocked out to suppress the rebellious!

In Chang'an, Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin stood high in the palace, looked at Chang'an City, and said, "Dequan, is there any news coming?"

Dequan stood behind Li Shimin, and kept swiping his cell phone in his hand. When he heard Li Shimin's question, he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the whole country is still peaceful. Because the Lord Xiaoyao God's advance reminder, all prefectures and counties in the Tang Dynasty were stationed, and no chaos has happened so far. With Lord Fang and Lord Du here in Chang'an City, it is enough to suppress the whole city."
Chapter completed!