Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 272 272: The blue bird is attentive to visit 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

   Beep beep!

  Shen Tang was about to fold up his clothes and go to sleep, he took down the fork to close the window, and when he was about to close it, he seemed to see a black shadow passing by the bright moon.

   Immediately afterwards, there was a [beep beep] sound.

  Shen Tang pushed open the window and fixed it with a fork.

  I saw a bird standing outside the window.

This bird is only the size of a palm. It is bright blue-black from the forehead to the pillow, showing different colors under the light. The feathers are densely mixed with green horizontal spots. Emerald blue with bright red beak.

   Bright color and light body.

   Seeing Shen Tang push open the window, it was not afraid of strangers, it flapped its wings and jumped to her palm, tilted its head, and made a crisp "chirp" sound. Shen Tang was in a daze when a miraculous scene happened—the kingfisher suddenly melted into a sticky, jelly-like dark blue color.

   "This literary breath—is it Yuanliang?"

   After the voice fell, the dark blue style stretched out, turning into a piece of dark blue flower paper. This piece of paper is blank, only the lower right corner is painted with a cute cat with a tilted head. You don't even need to look to know that this is Qi Yuan Liang Yang's precious vegetable quotient.

"What's the meaning?"

  The drawing paper is blank?

  Shen Tang looked over and over again.

  He suddenly remembered something, took off the Wenxin monogram on his waist, and covered it up. Familiar handwriting gradually appeared on the blank paper, which was Qi Yuanliang's. In the letter of prayer, he briefly stated that he and Zhao Feng had successfully won the target, and that the bandit den was quite fat. In addition, there was a major discovery that there was a gold master behind the bandit den, who was one of He Yin's powerful men.

  Qi Shan has collected the evidence.

   Turning back to clean up Heyin's head snakes, it will come in handy. Qishan is also worried about the shortage of manpower on Shen Tang's side, so he specially wrote to ask about the situation. When Shen Tang saw the sentence at the end, he was sure that the bird was really created by praying for goodness.

   Not only can send letters, but also engage in identity authentication. For Wenxin scribes, is there any more convincing proof than Wenxin Monogram? It's also fortunate that Shen Tang has read Qishan's pile of words and writings, otherwise he really doesn't know what that bird is.

   So, here comes the problem.

  How should I reply to pray for good? ? ?

  Shen Tang dug out the relevant memories.

   That sentence seems to be—

  Shen Tang closed his eyes, focused his mind, and whispered softly in his mouth,

   "There is no way to go to Pengshan."

  A colorless air mass gradually condensed from her palm, expanding from the size of a pea to the size of a fist, very similar to her first condensed Wenxin monogram. However, the colorless transparent air mass did not turn into Wenxin Monogram, but unfolded into blank letterhead.

  Looking at the clean letter paper, and then thinking about Qi Shan's dark blue flower paper with a crooked cat's head painted on the corner—she seems to have discovered the coquettishness in Qi Yuanliang's bones!

   "I have paper, what should I do with pen and ink?"

   This question didn't bother her for long.

  She soon discovered that this letter was actually "touch-screen operation", and she could write on it with a small amount of writing energy on her fingertips.

  Shen Tang filled the whole paper with eloquence.

   Bragging about how heroic and unrestrained he is, one person leads the atmosphere group of twenty-five strokes, and easily kills two bandit villages.

"The blue bird is courteous to visit." After the words fell, the letter paper turned into a fat and round bird. This bird was different from the light body of Qi Shan's. It struggled to flap a pair of poor little wings. Under Shen Tang's worried gaze , fly to the distance.

  Shen Tang: "... Can this thing be delivered?"

  Send is sent in the past.

   It's just that the speed is really slow.

   It was more than half an hour after Qishan received the reply letter—the flight stopped and stopped, and there was a lot of delay on the road—Qishan was almost hit by a ball of meat that fell from the sky. Looking at the fat blue bird panting and exhausted, he had a delicate expression.

   Zhao Feng was about to shoot a bird, and his movements froze—he thought it was a fat bird passing by, and he was going to make a tooth sacrifice, but he didn't know it was a messenger. Looking at the bird that was obviously fat and abnormal, he was startled: "Is this the letter from Mr. Shen?"

   Qishan holds the fat bird in both hands.

   Some do not want to open.

  Shen Tang still doesn't know that the body shape of the delivery bird is linked to the number of words in the letter, the more words, the fatter the body. This bird is so fat, thinking of Mr. Shen Xiaolang's mouth that likes to talk nonsense, Qishan can almost imagine how watery the content is.

   Zhao Feng asked: "Don't you want to see?"

  Qi Shan: "To be honest, I don't really want to."

  He expressed disgust, but he still gave Shen Tang face.

   After all, he is his own master.

  The content of the letter is exactly as prayed for.

  Shen Tang not only wrote letters to Qishan, but also wrote letters to Chu Yao and Kang Shi—these words are really interesting, and I haven’t enjoyed it yet.

  Ask Chu Yao how the elderly, weak, women and children are settling down, and whether they have been discovered by bandits in the mountains.

   Chu Yao was a little surprised when he received the bird.

  This kind of message transmission is not easy to learn.

   Even if you learn it, the distance is extremely limited.

   "Teacher, what a fat bird!"

  Lin Feng had just finished reading today's Book of Filial Piety, when he opened his eyes, he saw a huge shadow falling on teacher Chu Yao's head.

  Chu Yao was pressed down by the fat bird and bowed his head: "This is the blue bird."

   "So fat?"

  She has also studied.

   Don't bully her for reading less.

   "The size of the messenger blue bird is related to the number of characters."

  Chu Yao opened the letter, and by the way, gave Lin Feng some words related to science popularization—in fact, there are many words that can be transmitted, but Jade Bird's message is relatively popular and cost-effective.

  The distance is relatively far and the number of words is relatively large.

the most important is-

   It consumes less writing and energy, and the transmission accuracy is high.

Lin Feng watched in amazement. With a wave of her teacher's hand, the pen turned into words, and she couldn't help but murmured enviously: "The spirit of speech is really amazing...Teacher, can I also say a few words to Mr. Lang? Two sentences, I promise there are not many words!"

"you say."

  In addition to teaching, Chu Yao was very lenient to Lin Feng and Tu Rong at other times. Especially Lin Feng, he treated him like his own.

   Simply wrote about thirty characters.

  Chu Yao swiped his sword.

  The letterhead rolled up automatically.

  He chanted: "It is said that I am not worthy of the king, and the blue bird shows the loyalty."

  Lin Feng watched the blue bird fluttering its wings enviously.

  I am looking forward to the day when I successfully gather my literary heart.

   On the second day, harsh whistles sounded in the bandit village.

   "Wake up, wake up, wake up, all!"

   "Don't get up again? Watch out for my whip!"

  Winter days are short and nights are long, and the sky is still completely dark at this moment. The twenty-five atmosphere groups that were sent out had already woken up on time, or beat gongs and drums, or kicked their butts one by one.

  The bandits from the two bandit villages that were captured are all gathered together at this moment, and everyone is registered in the register, and no one should escape!

   Not to mention people, even the panting old dog at the door will kick up, no one is allowed to sleep!

   Have bed gas? ? ?

hehe-

   If you don’t want to wake up now, then never wake up again!

  At first, some people did not believe in evil, and shouted "I want your life", the next breath, the body was separated, and the blood was sprayed on the face of the bandit who had not yet got up, scaring everyone.

   They looked tremblingly at the direction where the sword light appeared, and saw the handsome young man in the daytime, wearing a cloak over his shoulders at the moment, with a cold expression like a hellish ghost.

   Spit out a whisper that is more terrifying than evil spirits: "Ten breaths, there are still people who will wake up, and everyone present can sleep forever."

   (_)

   I feel that there is definitely a problem with Sogou’s input.

   I just said that I have typed 6,000 characters since the early morning...

   Good guy, the effective codeword is only 2,000 words...

  (end of this chapter)