Chapter 53 53 Name "What should I call you?"...

The first year of the Reiki Recovery, the morning of May 24th, Jinwuyuan Tea House.

"You're hopeless." Chu Qingge commented, "I remember now, this is the restaurant you proudly wrote a 2,000-word review about after eating there, but you refused to let me post it, right?" It was because they didn't raise the price and you didn't have to queue so you could eat there every day.

Of course, she ruthlessly sanctioned him in the end, and the tweet was published.

"Sister, that's all I like, sis." Ning Changkong wailed, "Besides, don't you think he would really feed such a cute little cake to the dog? Isn't that a waste of God's gift?"

Chu Qingge had a headache. Someone was bewitched by sweets and gave Yue Jingting a chance to climb the pole. But after all, Ning Changkong's hobby had been exposed, and Yue Jingting's temper meant that he would create a pole to climb even if there was no chance...

The daily dessert tributes are probably inevitable, but the fate of the tributes has changed from going into the trash can to going into Ning Changkong’s stomach.

Alas, throwing snacks in front of your partner every day can make him feel broken-hearted. For the sake of his work attitude, just let him be.

Ning Changkong coughed twice and said, "You can continue to send gifts."

Bai Xian, who was listening in, looked at him, and his eyes showed four big words: "Greedy to death".

Yue Jingting sat back gracefully and drank a sip of tea: "I came with a gift, so you can't chase me away every time."

Why does it taste so strange? Ning Changkong smacked his lips. What does this person think of Jinwu Garden? A place where you have to spend money to see someone?

He snorted: "You come every day, but I don't have time to see you every day."

"Then let's set a time. When are you usually free?" Yue Jingting remained motionless.

Ning Changkong was shocked: "...Why are you so insistent on seeing me?"

Yue Jingting stared straight at the red eyes under the holes in the mask: "I have another paper to write and need to collect materials."

The paper proving that Ning Changkong = Lin Jinsong.

Ning Changkong knocked on the table impatiently: "How many times have I told you that I am not him... Don't you know how to write the four words 'know when to stop'?"

"Yes." Yue Jingting finished his tea and pushed the cup in front of Bai Xian, who glared at him.

Yue Jingting sat upright and said solemnly, "Senior Ning values ​​talent, so I'm sure you won't refuse me from coming to you every week with questions for advice, right?"

The people who should not be provoked the most, Zuo Langning and him, both of them would not turn back even if they hit a wall. Ning Changkong was so angry that his teeth were itching.

After arguing for a long time, the two finally decided that Yue Jingting could come to deliver tributes every Saturday night, with the additional condition that Yue Jingting needed to keep this a secret and not tell anyone else.

Finally, seeing that Ning Changkong was obviously impatient, Yue Jingting immediately agreed to the conditions. Before leaving, he reminded him again to take care of himself and not to get angry, which made Ning Changkong so angry that he almost threw the teacup on his face.

"Even if you throw the cup on his face, he will catch it and then tell you seriously not to be angry." Chu Qingge hit the nail on the head.

"Don't bother me. I hate this kind of stubborn and tedious natural black the most." Ning Changkong drank the tea in the cup and returned to the study with Bai Xian.

"So, your senior brother figured it out?" Bai Xianrao asked him with interest.

"It's far away." Ning Changkong sat down with the help of the desk, "Oh, I'm so annoyed."

He took off his mask at this time, and Bai Xian carefully looked at his face: "Although he is very angry, he is in a good mood overall."

"It's like a piece of sticky candy stuck to you, and you can't get rid of it. It makes me feel upset." Ning Changkong slowly exhaled and turned on his computer. "But he is straightforward, so he is still lovable."

Ning Changkong took the initiative to change the subject: "Let's not talk about him, continue telling your story."

"I've said it all. I've said everything I need to say." Bai Xian shrugged. "I'll keep this story from the mythological age for you as a bedtime story."

This is true. Ning Changkong was constantly tormented by chest pain caused by a damaged heart. He had trouble falling asleep except when he was too tired. Ning Changkong used this as an excuse to stay up half an hour later, but Bai Xian interrupted his sleep with a bedtime story.

Ning Changkong was still hoping to piece together some clues about Feng Qingwu from Bai Xian so that he could understand why the phoenix spirit power was naturally resistant to evil spirits. But after all Bai Xian talked, the only useful information he got was that in the mythical era in his memory, there was no such evil spirit.

"You really treat me like a child." Ning Changkong sighed, "It's mainly because you can't think of anything to ask me."

Bai Xian touched his nose. How long had Lin Jinsong lived as a human being? And according to Ning Changkong's description, his life experience was extremely simple: he grew up in an orphanage, had no parents, no friends, encountered a supernatural incident when he was 18 years old, and went to Longyuan Academy to study for a few years.

He was a loner at school, but because of his talent, he went to Lingzhuan Academy to become a disciple, and then he accidentally stumbled into Li Bo's crime scene.

The rest of the story basically happened right under Bai Xian's nose. He searched his brain for a long time and felt that he had asked all the questions.

The only thing worth noting is that, except for the rare moments of anger like the one just now, Feng Huang is always gentle and elegant in private, which has nothing to do with the "solitary personality and solitary nature" that Ning Changkong lightly mentioned.

"Who said I can't find out the answer?" Bai Xian snorted, "I have another question."

"What should I call you in private? Lin Jinsong or Ning Changkong?"

Phoenix repeatedly said that there was nothing worth reminiscing about his past, and now that his position was set, he couldn't go back. Now that the Hundred Birds were willing to give him a home, he was also happy to be the young master of the Phoenix for the rest of his life, to display his talents and realize his ambitions in the demon tribe.

But names, Bai Xian thought, names are very important things.

Ning Changkong raised his eyes and stared at him for a while with a scrutinizing expression that Bai Xian had never seen before, then lowered his eyes.

"Just call me Ning Changkong." He took a sip of herbal tea as if to cover up. "Firstly, Lin Jinsong is dead, so there's no need to change my name. Besides, it's easier to expose it in front of others."

He said softly, "Secondly, although this name is a bit cliché...it is me after all."

At the same time, Ning Changkong sighed in his mind: "I feel like I can't name a pig that is going to be eaten."

The fast traveler should treat everything in the world, including the indigenous people, as tools to complete his mission. But using his real name to intervene... will somewhat blur the line and retain some humanity.

The damn quick traveler's manual has Article 10, which is about "recording your achievements in history". If you want to avoid disputes, why use such an embarrassing method?

Chu Qingge said coldly: "Thanks to you, my name has become an Internet celebrity."

She is just an ordinary system!

Ning Changkong teased her: "Speaking of this, have you decided what to record for the third episode of your vlog?"

Qi Lingbai rolled his eyes from a distance: "Come on. What are you filming? Filming my life working 24 hours a day?"

The first year of the spiritual recovery, Saturday afternoon of June 14, Chu Qingge's apartment.

"Is the thing ready?" Ning Changkong asked impatiently as soon as he finished the transmission.

Without Chu Qingge saying anything, he had already seen the two small bottles filled with blood on the table. A closer look revealed that the bottles were engraved with dense runes.

What's inside is, of course, phoenix blood.

The "Divine Spear" has already worked out a formation prototype for resisting long-range spiritual weapons, but it still has no good ideas for resisting evil spirits - or in other words, there is no solution that does not rely on the phoenix's spiritual power.

Ning Changkong and Chu Qingge designed this blood bottle amulet using phoenix blood as the material. As long as a certain amount of spiritual power is injected into it, it can temporarily form a protective shield to resist evil spirits.

"But this form is still not very convenient to carry." Ning Changkong picked up the bottle and examined it carefully. "I'll put it in a small bag and stuff it with cotton wool. I'll make it into a sachet, which is not conspicuous and not easy to break."

"Hey, do you think if I stuff my handkerchief that I use to wipe blood in there, can it increase the flight time?" Ning Changkong raised his head.

Chu Qingge replied: "In theory, yes."

"Okay, don't waste it." Ning Changkong stuffed the two bottles into his pocket.

This carefully designed one is naturally reserved for the protagonists. We have to make it by now, isn't it just for the final exam of the practical class next Friday?

I really don't understand why they always like to give such dangerous tests to rookie students.

Ning Changkong turned his head and asked: "How is Tiangong Technology doing recently?"

Chu Qingge: "I'm busy with the preparation of the spirit stones. Also, you guys are developing weapons. Director Chi is trying to borrow the automatic spirit energy injection system of the talisman drawing."

"By the way, what name did you give the Spirit Stone Preparation System? What?" Ning Changkong tilted his head.

Chu Qingge sighed: "Tian Heng. To be honest, if things continue like this, there won't be enough Tian Zi generation left."

"There are still a lot of cool names that have not been used." Ning Changkong counted on his fingers, "Heavenly condemnation, Heavenly punishment, Heavenly secret..."

"Does this sound like the name of a high-tech product?"

Ning Changkong cleared his throat and changed the subject: "These past few days, the demon tribe has also been discussing how to get this technology from Tiangong Technology."

The news about the preparation of the spirit stone was released through Chu Qingge's social media account in the past few days. For a while, the entire cultivation world was in turmoil, and hot searches and hot posts on forums all revolved around this matter.

The rule of the demon clan was achieved by monopolizing the spiritual stone mines, or the cultivation resources. Once the technology for preparing spiritual stones appeared, the entire foundation of the rule would be overturned.

"From a businessman's perspective, it's best not to give it and make money through monopoly." Chu Qingge analyzed, "But from the perspective of completing the task..."

They both wished that both humans and demons would have a technological explosion and rapid development of productivity. The villains had already developed spiritual cannons, and who knows where their technology tree has reached, and how long it will take for the good guys to catch up.

"Technology licensing, joint ventures, market access... there are so many things to discuss in the meeting. Even the policies haven't been drafted yet. It's too early to worry about these things."

Ning Changkong opened the bedroom door and went downstairs to the kitchen: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Where's my cake?"

Chu Qingge: “No more.”

Ning Changkong turned his head suddenly: "Hey, what do you mean by nothing? Chu Qingge! System!"

Chu Qingge ruthlessly pointed out the reality: "No means no. Don't you buy goods from Yuejing Pavilion regularly every week?"

Ning Changkong recently figured out a trick: Yan Yian told Yue Jingting that he could buy desserts based on Qingniao's tweets. Ning Changkong would then post the desserts he wanted to eat next on Wednesday, and on Saturday he would receive the gifts purchased by Yue Jingting. It was an unusually regular pattern.

"It's not fair!" Ning Changkong complained, "I have to eat what Yue Jingting bought, and I have to eat what you bought too. This is called a vegetarian combination that makes work easier - hey hey hey don't touch my Dijiang feathers! Tsk."

Still, Chu Qingge forced him to use the teleportation technique to send him back. Ning Changkong tidied his clothes while cursing, and locked the blood bottle amulet he brought back in his drawer.

Forget it, Chu Qingge won't buy him delicious food. Today is Saturday, and Yue Jingting will buy it for him.

Second Senior Brother is still the best to him. Ning Changkong counted on his fingers what delicious food Yue Jingting would bring him tonight.