In the taxi, Zhang Yuanqing remembered that he had not yet told Aunt Xiaoyuan about the news of completing the killing copy.
——Although she must have learned it from Kou Beiyue.
"Interpersonal relationships still need to be maintained. I was entangled with Guan Ya all morning and forgot to inform Xiao Yuan."
Zhang Yuanqing quickly picked up his phone and sent a message to "Magic Aunt Xiaoyuan":
"Aunt Xiaoyuan, I'm back. Beiyue told you my points, right? Haha, I broke the record. It's a pity that I didn't make a bet with you before entering the killing dungeon."
Unexpectedly, after the message was sent, no one responded for a long time.
Didn't see it? Zhang Yuanqing thought, at this time, she should be standing at the front desk of the hotel, lowering her head and playing with her phone.
He sent another message:
"I have just been promoted to a saint, and I am very busy. I will go to the hotel to see you in a few days (smile)."
Not getting a reply, he opened the official forum to check what the various branches of the Five Elements Alliance had to say about him.
#Yuanshi Tianzun has accomplished a feat unprecedented in history. Do you think he has the qualities to be the leader of the alliance?#
#The Night Wandering Gods of Taiyi Sect had polarized opinions on Yuanshi Tianzun, all of them shouted: Elder Sun is confused#
#Back then, the Demon Lord teamed up with the evil professions to kill the official colleagues who entered the dungeon. Now Yuanshi Tianzun has wiped out the evil camp, which makes people very happy#
Leaving aside the pinned announcement and the post by Peony Fairy, the first few pages of the forum are all filled with posts discussing the killing dungeon and him.
Many familiar spiritual realm IDs were spamming in the comments: "Master Tianzun".
Zhang Yuanqing also saw a lot of unfamiliar spiritual realm IDs.
【Ba Dao Zhan Cai Ji: This batch of extraordinary colleagues in the middle of the year are lucky. Back then, two-thirds of my colleagues who entered the killing dungeon with me died. This time, there are 15 people promoted to saints in the Five Elements Alliance. Add to that the killing dungeon at the end of the year, and the organization has a great harvest this year. Based on this alone, Yuanshi Tianzun's contribution is so great that it is hard to estimate. I wonder what reward the headquarters will give him. 】
[Honest man Zhang Bairen: He earned more merits from killing a dungeon once than we have in our lifetime. I am now looking forward to teaming up with him to do the dungeon, so that I can also hug Yuanshi Tianzun's thigh.]
[Third-rate Reasoner: Yuanshi Tianzun's points broke the record, and the experience and props he obtained were all top-notch, more and stronger than ordinary saints. If you match him, you might really have to cling to him. ]
[I am ill: These guys must be deacons, otherwise they would never dare to be so arrogant and call the Lord Tianzun by his name.]
[The past days have been hard: It doesn't matter. In a year or two, they will call us Tianzun Laoshou just like us.]
[George the Pig: Be bold. Maybe in the second half of the year, they will start shouting “Master Tianzun”.]
【Badao Zhancaiji: Which branch are the above people from? The Internet is not a lawless place, please be careful with your words. 】
Among these messy posts, there are also a few posts with inappropriate styles, such as:
#I admit that Yuanshi Tianzun plays a key role in the killing copy, but everyone should not blindly follow the trend and ignore the contributions of others#
One by one, poster: The whole world is on fire.
However, no one paid any attention to him. Among the few dozen comments, half of them were trash talk, and half were mocking him, calling him a disgrace to the Fire Master.
Those who scolded him were all fire masters.
Another example: #Just heard a piece of news that the official forum of Taiyi Sect has been collectively banned. It is said that Yuan Ting posted something, but the post has been deleted and the content is not known yet#
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he thought that what was supposed to come had finally come.
If the family scandal of the Grand Elder of the Baihua Society were to spread, I don't know whether Yuan Ting would be silenced, but I would definitely be the target of anger.
Then, he thought of something even more terrifying: Fu Qingyang's rubbish theory and the information confessed by the Demon Eye King could definitely not be concealed.
"The Centurion won't let me go, and neither will the Dog Elder. It's over, Barbie Q."
Zhang Yuanqing's heart suddenly sank. It was mid-June, at noon, and the sun was blazing.
On the street outside the community, the supermarket hung up plastic windproof curtains and there were few customers. In the fruit shop next door, the owner was eating watermelon out of boredom, and there were also few customers.
This summer is exceptionally hot, and old men and women don't like to go out.
Apart from the still rushing traffic, there were very few pedestrians.
The taxi stopped outside the community. Zhang Yuanqing, who had once again abandoned the blood rose at Fujia Bay, opened the door, ran to the fruit store across the street in the scorching sun, bought two big watermelons, and then went to the supermarket to buy a pack of cigarettes.
You don't need to bring any gifts home, except if you've done something "bad".
I stayed in the killing copy for three days, and received more than 30 missed calls from my grandmother and aunt, and dozens of unread messages.
If he doesn't bring anything back home this time, he will be the one picked up for the mixed doubles, and together with his grandfather, it will be Zhang Yuanqing who plays three pairs.
Take the elevator to your doorstep, enter the password, and open the security door.
It was just past dinner time, and in the living room, my grandparents, who had just finished lunch, were sitting there watching TV.
"Grandma, I'm back!"
Zhang Yuanqing called out "Tiantian". Grandma turned her head and sneered, "Who is this? Why are you calling people names randomly? My family doesn't have a grandson, but an ungrateful wolf."
Zhang Yuanqing said, "Mom, I'm back."
"Who are you calling mom?" Grandma stood up and started beating him.
"Didn't you say you don't have any grandchildren?" Zhang Yuanqing pretended to be aggrieved.
Grandma shaved his scalp several times and said angrily:
"You still remember to come back? You don't answer the phone, you don't reply to the text messages, you must have grown wings, right?"
"Didn't I say I was going to go out and live for a few days? I just got a girlfriend." Zhang Yuanqing lied without hesitation and used "girlfriend" to highlight that he is an adult and that his grandmother should not be too involved.
"You can't disappear even if you have a girlfriend. Is it because your girlfriend doesn't allow you to answer the phone?" The grandmother thought to herself that my grandson would never be so rebellious. It must be that wild woman outside who led my precious grandson astray.
It was Lingjing who didn't let me answer the phone, not my girlfriend. Zhang Yuanqing avoided the topic and quickly stuffed the watermelon over to me: "My girlfriend knows that you like to eat watermelon, so she bought it at the entrance of the community on purpose."
Then he handed the cigarette to grandpa: "Grandpa has a gift too."
Grandpa took the cigarette, looked at it carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Be moderate."
After receiving the watermelon, the grandmother's attitude improved slightly, and she snorted coldly:
"She brought you back? Why didn't you come up with her?"
"I'm shy."
"The day after tomorrow is Saturday. You bring the person back to me for dinner. I told you to bring him back last time. You have dragged it on for so long. If you continue to be perfunctory, I will call and tell your mother about this." Grandma looked like "I need to do some investigation."
"What does it have to do with Chen Shu? I have already expelled her from my hometown," Zhang Yuanqing muttered.
Grandma frowned and said, "What did you say?"
Zhang Yuanqing said loudly: "I know, I'll ask later."
He planned to bring Guan Ya back, and if Guan Ya did not agree, he would bring Blood Rose back to pretend to be his girlfriend.
Although the Yin corpse has cold eyes and lacks spirituality, he has a ghost bride. The ghost bride is Qiannu from a hundred years ago. She pays great attention to hierarchy and etiquette, and will probably be extremely respectful to her husband's grandparents.
The only thing you need to pay attention to is that she might suddenly say: I, Bai Lan, have met the two ancestors. In the future, I will serve my husband well and carry on the family line.
Zhang Yuanqing, who is good at socializing, really doesn't know how to smooth over the matter.
"Have you eaten?" Grandma said with a stern face.
“I’m starving!”
"Add some more dishes, I'll make them for you now." Grandma turned and went to the kitchen.
We never leave leftovers at home. If we can't finish it, we just throw it away.
International Building.
Annie sat in front of the computer desk, her mellow and delicate fingers dancing on the keyboard. She quickly wrote an email and clicked send.
After learning the news from Lingjun of Taiyi Sect, she returned to the office and contacted some official members funded by the Beauty God Association, and confirmed the information from them.
So I immediately wrote an email and sent it to my immediate boss, the Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Annie took her hands off the keyboard, picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of coffee, and stared at the words "Sent successfully" displayed on the screen, slightly distracted.
Until this moment, she had not recovered from the shocking information.
She expected that Yuanshi Tianzun had a chance of reaching the top of the list. After all, he was the man she liked. But Annie never expected that this young man from a foreign country could achieve such an exaggerated result.
A quarter of an hour later, the inbox showed an unread email.
Anne knew that the minister's response had arrived.
I immediately opened my mailbox and saw the letterhead of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the American Goddess Association.
The minister's reply was short, but it was full of determination: "Develop Yuanshi Tianzun into a member of the Goddess of Beauty Association, no matter what method you use. We hope to see results within half a month, otherwise we will consider letting Betty replace you."
Betty is the Demon Lord's lover and an outstanding beauty in the Beauty Goddess Association.
She knows how to seduce men, and has an angelic face and a devilish figure. Because of this, the Demon Lord, knowing it is a trap, still resolutely throws himself into it.
Anne was confident that she was no worse than Betty, but she had to admit that she was not as good as Betty in seducing her targets.
Anne was born into a wealthy family. Her ancestors were nobles two years ago.
Therefore, having been taught etiquette since childhood and having heard about the glory of her ancestors, she is proud in her heart. In diplomatic affairs, she is good at using proper etiquette, elegant conversation, and professional characteristics to achieve her goals.
Betty is better at using her beauty and body to get the job done.
Of course, for a target like Yuanshi Tianzun, Annie would naturally make full use of her looks, but she still needed to consider how to deal with Yuanshi Tianzun.
Normally speaking, boys of this age are very easy to seduce and can be easily hooked up with, but Yuanshi Tianzun is a little different. He seems to have a special liking for pig tails, and his love profession is neither the Eastern sorcerer nor the Western demon, so he cannot make himself grow an attractive pig tail.
Therefore, a change of thinking is needed.
The little boy has a strong possessiveness. Since he is not the kind of boy who can be easily hooked up with, I have to pay attention to my image and not let him think that I am a womanizer and stay away from me.
Men like gentle women. They have no resistance to beautiful women who try to please them. In Chinese, we say, "I use gentleness, gentle tactics"
First, he invited him to dinner on the pretext of celebrating his ascension to sainthood.
At this time, the phone on the desk rang, and the caller was Lingjun.
Anne answered the phone.
"Ms. Annie, are you free tomorrow night? May I invite you to dinner?" Lingjun's mellow, gentle and masculine voice came.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lingjun, I don't have time tomorrow night." Annie declined politely.
Lingjun couldn't understand why the woman who had been chatting happily with him in the morning suddenly turned so ruthless. It turned out that all the people in the love profession were female sea kings.
But Ling Jun will not admit defeat. He has plenty of strategies to attack Annie and complete the task assigned by Fu Qingyang.
After eating and drinking the pigeon soup cooked by his grandmother, Zhang Yuanqing lay in bed, touching his belly.
Enjoying the cool breeze from the air conditioner, his thoughts wandered aimlessly, thinking about various issues.
"Strange, I've been back for quite some time, and the people who brag about me on the forums are lining up all the way to the capital, why hasn't Elder Gou contacted me yet? He should be talking to me by now."
"He couldn't possibly guess that I wanted to take this opportunity to make a request and apply for materials from the organization's warehouse to upgrade the levels of the Inferi and Spirit Servant.
After being promoted to a saint, many things are waiting for him.
First of all, it is an issue of position. His merits and rank are sufficient, and the organization's appointment document should come down soon. Before the document is issued, Elder Gou should talk to him, make suggestions on promotion and assignment, and seek the opinions of the person concerned.
Zhang Yuanqing’s idea is that if he can stay in Songhai, he should try his best to stay in Songhai.
He is not yet old enough to leave his hometown for work, nor is he prepared.
Secondly, the upgrade of Yin corpses and spirit servants.
Whether it's the Ghost Bride, the Little Funny Guy, or the Blood Rose, they should all be upgraded, otherwise they won't be able to match his level.
Finally, it’s about the Survey Corps.
"I am now a saint, and I can investigate the disappearance of Brother Bing. But he did not leave any clues except the Elvis speaker. Yes, the Elvis speaker is the clue. This thing has self-awareness. It knows that after I am promoted to a saint, it should play the clue of Brother Bing."
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing stood up and walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the speaker with a black metal shell.
"I have completed the killing dungeon. If you have any clues about the "Young Soldier King", tell me now."
Elvis' speaker was stubborn and ignored him.
What a non-violent non-cooperation tool, why didn't the demon lord tear you apart? Zhang Yuanqing took out the bloodthirsty blade with ease, and put the tip of the blade against the speaker casing.
"Zizi, help! Someone is killing someone! Chang Wei is killing someone!"
A vile cry for help came from the loudspeaker.
Zhang Yuanqing exerted force with his palm, and the cry for help from the Elvis speaker suddenly stopped. Amid the crackling sound of electricity, heavy breathing could be heard: "Hoo, hoo, hoo"
The wheezing sounded like an old blower, extremely hoarse.
Then, the demon lord gnashed his teeth and said, "Damn that white-haired woman! She is much stronger than me. I haven't reached the demigod realm yet, so I am no match for her. Wait until I become a demigod, the supreme being, and I will wash away today's humiliation with blood."
"But Baimao is so beautiful, prettier than my sister Yin Ji, and prettier than most women I've slept with. The only one who can compare with her in appearance, figure and temperament is the president."
Zhang Yuanqing frowned slightly. He confirmed that this was the voice of the Demon Lord, but compared to the Demon Lord during his extraordinary and saint periods, this voice was more vicissitudes of life and hoarser.
As far as he knew, the time span from the rise to the fall of the Demon Lord was not long.
In just a few years, he suddenly became so mature. Zhang Yuanqing thought that during the few years this guy became a spiritual realm traveler, he had experienced things that others would probably never be able to experience in several lifetimes.
Then, he thought about who Baimao was and how pretty she was. Was she prettier than my sister Guan Ya?
What is the level of demigod? After the extraordinary, saint, and master, there is demigod? Or is demigod an unofficial term, referring to a certain powerful group?
"Demon Lord, do you have anything else on your mind besides sleeping with women?" A voice sounded from the loudspeaker, an extremely familiar voice.
Zhang Yuanqing was cheered up, this was the soldier's voice.
"Hehe!" The Demon Lord sneered:
"You only think about violence. By the way, I have arranged to meet a few pretty wood fairies, soft and tender. You can stay and play with us. Life is short, enjoy it while you can."
“Not interested!” Brother Bing’s voice became increasingly low: “After you were promoted to Overlord, the Corrupted Holy Grail has taken a deeper toll on you, Lord Demon, I almost don’t recognize you anymore.”
At this point, Bingge suddenly sighed:
"I thought Yin Ji could change you. I thought she was a good medicine. I didn't expect that after losing her, you became even more depraved. Giving up on yourself is not your style."
The Demon Lord was silent for a few seconds, skipped Yin Ji's topic, and said slowly:
"So we must kill the Judge of the Trick Eyes. The higher the level, the deeper the erosion of the Fallen Holy Grail. Since I was promoted to the Overlord, I always hear voices that I shouldn't hear and see things that I shouldn't see. When I was sleeping, it seemed that a terrible will awakened in my body. It wanted to replace me and control me. That will came from the Fallen Holy Grail.
"I suspect that once I become a demigod, I will be possessed by that will."
The soldier's voice immediately rang out from the loudspeaker: "Do you have a detailed plan? When will we start?"
"Half a year later," the Demon Lord replied, and then said:
"We must be prepared for failure. If we die at the hands of the Judge of the Trick Eyes, then nothing can be done. But if we survive by chance and still fail, we must find a way to suppress the contamination of the Holy Grail. What do you think?"
Brother Bing thought for a moment and said:
"I know a maester named Lian Sanyue. She has made great progress in the study of tools. Perhaps she can find a way to suppress the contamination of the Holy Grail."
"Is Lian Sanyue's husband called Fenghuo?" The Demon Lord snorted, "Okay, give me the answer as soon as possible."
The audio ends here.
It was a rare time that Zhang Yuanqing listened to the audio of the Demon Lord without any "pa pa pa" and "ah ah ah" sounds, and he complained silently in his heart.
I stared at the Elvis speaker and thought carefully about the audio content:
"The erosion of the Holy Grail will become deeper as the level increases. At the most terrifying time, it will directly take over the body? But it is also possible that the consciousness that the Demon Lord refers to is actually the second personality bred by the Holy Grail. No wonder the Demon Lord wants to kill the Judge of the Weird Eyes. Part of it is because of grudges, and the other part is that if he doesn't kill the Judge of the Weird Eyes, he dare not be promoted to a demigod."
Yes, Zhang Yuanqing has confirmed that above the master is a demigod.
"I remember that the Demon Lord was only one step away from the Supreme, and that Supreme should be a demigod, but the Trickster Judge must be still far from the Supreme. The Demon Lord's death must have had some inside story."
At the same time, he knew what the Survey Corps' next step would be - to find Lian Sanyue!
Based on the audio content, it is not difficult to speculate that Brother Bing later found a way to suppress the pollution of the Fallen Holy Grail. By finding Lian Sanyue, we can know the whereabouts of Brother Bing.
Not bad, not bad. As my level increases, the Elvis speaker gives more and more useful information. Zhang Yuanqing touched the top of his beloved prop, opened the drawer and put it back.
"Zizi" the Elvis speaker made an electric sound, as if unwilling to be taken back so quickly, and issued a high-pitched audio:
"If there is trouble, Zhong Wuyan, if there is no trouble, Xia Yingchun! If there is trouble, Zhong Wuyan, if there is no trouble, Xia Yingchun!"
The sound echoed deafeningly in the room.
Grandma's voice came from the living room: "Turn down the volume a little, don't disturb your grandpa watching the news."
"Got it." Zhang Yuanqing put the Elvis speaker back on the table.
After all, the content played was just a simple protest, not the Demon Lord's in-depth and easy-to-understand audio of how to control women, so an appropriate compromise could be made.
Elvis' speakers immediately began playing soothing and melodious piano music, lowering the pitch.
This prop cannot be put into the inventory, but sometimes when I get addicted to it, I will be filled with the desire to perform.
Imprisoned inside is the soul of Elvis, who is unruly and loves freedom.
Zhang Yuanqing was listening to the soothing piano music and remembered that there was one more thing: whether the Demon-Subduing Pestle should be returned to Lao Bangzi, he still needed to consult Elder Dog.
"The Demon-Subduing Pestle has been located by the Queen. If it is not returned, it cannot be used in the dungeon, but at least it can be used in reality. Once it is returned, this item will be completely out of my reach. As the first item, my feelings for it are as deep as a cat's feelings for dried fish. By the way, Lao Bangzi is so damn beautiful, an oriental classical goddess."
Muttering to himself, he took out the Demon-Subduing Pestle and touched it a little more while it was still beside him.
There may be no chance in the future.
A brass pestle about half an arm long, slightly heavy in the hand, and engraved with exquisite spells appeared in his palm.
Zhang Yuanqing stroked the cold copper pestle with his fingers and looked at it for a few seconds. Suddenly, he found something wrong. The originally dull brass pestle suddenly became extremely bright, as if it had been polished, as if it had just been made in a factory.
"Hey, after using the old stick, it becomes brighter and newer? Let's see if the properties have changed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon-Subduing Pestle suddenly burst out with a strong golden light, which overwhelmed the sunlight coming in through the window and dyed the ceiling, walls and everything in the room into brilliant gold.
A goddess dressed in colorful clothes and with fairy-like appearance floated out from the demon-subduing pestle and stood gracefully in the air.
The next second, the fairy lowered her cold eyes and said coldly: "Old man?"
Zhang Yuanqing's mind was greatly shocked and he was stunned, forgetting to bow down.
ps: typos will be corrected later
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