About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

When the sky was getting dark, Yang Yuyao and his carriage staggered to the door of the general's mansion. With the efficient information dissemination brought by Xunlian, Tao Yulian and others who knew Yang Yuyao had arrived stopped by the door of the General's Mansion to greet him. However, when the few people who stayed at home saw only one carriage coming back, and Yang Ningxiu got off the carriage carrying a fish with an arrow stuck in its body, they were extremely confused.

"Xiu'er, where are your father and the others?" Yin Wan'er asked. Everyone in the carriage had already gotten off. Except for Yang Ningxiu, there were also three brothers and sisters, Yang Yuyao and Yang Li who were squeezed into the same carriage with them. But the three ancestors who were supposed to go there did not show up.

"Dad and the others are playing chess, and there are probably more than a dozen games left, so we'll be back first." Yang Ningxiu replied. Yang Weicheng, Yang Weichi and Yang Weidao naturally obtained Xunlian from Yang Yuyao, and also had a taste of chess games on Xunlian. So when Tao Zhengxi showed up with the physical chess set, these three middle-aged old generals had bright eyes and no intention of coming back.

The three of them were not the only ones who were good at chess. Xia's prime minister, state advisor and others didn't want to leave after they understood the rules. But there is only one set of chess, so it can only be played by two people. The others are waiting nearby, but as they watch, the onlookers can't help but point and point. The scene was exactly the same as when Yang Yuyao saw his grandfather and the others playing chess in the original world. But for those who played Go, there were only a few people watching, let alone pointing out loudly. The people are still the same group of people, but why have they changed the chess game? Why are they watching the chess game without saying a word?

"Then this fish is..." Tao Yulian asked, pointing to the fish in Yang Ningxiu's hand. Basically nothing would happen to Yang Weicheng and the three of them. Knowing why they didn't come back, the female relatives at home immediately felt relieved and became curious about the origin of the fish Yang Ningxiu was carrying.

"This is the trophy that I won!" Yang Yuxuan said proudly, as if he was actually the one who won the trophy.

"Trophy?" Tao Yulian felt even more confused. Yang Ningxiu and the others went to participate in the Lotus Fragrance Banquet instead of the autumn hunting. How could they bring prey back? The Lotus Fragrance Banquet was held in the palace, not the royal hunting ground. Even if there was a prize from the competition, why couldn't her father give it to a big grass carp?

"Well, it's the fish that my eldest brother caught when he was learning archery!" Yang Yuwei was also very excited, but Tao Yulian still couldn't understand the practice of fishing with bows and arrows. It is true that Hexiang Yan was interested in testing their archery skills, but it shouldn't be a fishing competition, right?

Fortunately, through the explanations given by Yang Yuxuan and Yang Yuwei, Tao Yulian finally understood the truth. The reason was that Yang Yuyao suddenly wanted to try archery, so Yang Ningxiu borrowed the bow and arrow in the venue to teach Yang Yuyao. At that time, those who were better at archery were tired of just shooting at the target, so they came up with a way to play, which was to hang copper coins on the branches with silk threads, and then try to shoot the arrows into the eyes of the coins.

The arrows they used were extremely small arrows, and the metal arrows basically only served as counterweights. Such a small arrow can easily pass through the money eye, but it will get stuck due to the arrow feathers. When Yang Yuyao tried it for the first time, after carefully watching Yang Ningxiu's demonstration, the first arrow passed through the money's eye. However, he drew the bow too full and applied too much force to the arrow. The arrow he shot was The feather was cut off directly when it passed through Qian's Eye, leaving broken feathers all over the ground. And the arrow flew into the lake and hit a grass carp that happened to be swimming relatively shallow.

For some reason, the grass carp that was struck by an arrow could not sink, so Tao Zhengxi ordered someone to fish it out and rewarded it to Yang Yuyao. Yang Yuxuan and Yang Yuwei were very interested in this, but Yang Yuyao felt awkward, so he remained silent throughout the whole process. Staring at the not-quite-dead grass carp, he flicked his tail from time to time.

"Xiao Yao, is archery fun?" He Qianqing asked via voice transmission. He Qianqing also knows archery. As one of the six arts of a gentleman, archery is the only self-protection skill he has learned in his family. He knew it, but was not good at it, so he never taught Yang Yuyao archery. Archery, as a long-range attack method, is not very necessary for monks who can control flying swords. Of course, this is a relatively conservative statement. At least He Qianqing has never used the art of archery to fight since he became a monk. What's more, Yang Yuyao himself has already mastered the skill of flying knives by himself. But if Yang Yuyao wants to learn, He Qianqing will naturally support it.

"It's okay, but I still prefer shooting." Yang Yuyao responded via voice transmission.

"Shooting? Did you use the weapon Xiaoyao called a gun?" He Qianqing was the most stable. Yang Yuyao nodded slightly.

"By the way, Xiaoyao, what happened to your weapon made to look like a star?" He Qianqing suddenly asked about the magical weapon that had knocked him unconscious. It didn't look like an offensive weapon at all. But when He Qianqing finally found Yang Yuyao, he still used a sword instead of the unknown weapon to attack.

"Well, I haven't finished it yet..." The weapon he made was used on his master for the first time. Even though it did not cause any physical damage to He Qianqing, he still felt bad about it. Later, because he was worried that the Lord God would use this weapon to kill indiscriminately when he was controlled, Yang Yuyao's research and development of it stagnated for a long time. It wasn't until he confirmed that the monster couldn't do anything for the time being that he resumed research. Therefore, so far, the progress of the results that Yang Yuyao expected has not improved much.

"Master, I'm very curious about what the finished weapon will look like." He Qianqing walked to Yang Yuyao, leaned forward slightly and hugged his head and whispered.

"Is the relationship between the master and the disciple of the sect so good?" Yang Yuxuan and Yang Yuwei who were following behind could not hear the exchange between Yang Yuyao and He Qianqing, but looking at their actions, they couldn't help but Talked quietly.

"I don't know, but I guess it has to be a direct disciple. The relationship between ordinary disciples and their masters is probably similar to the relationship between us and the gentlemen of Shangzhenyuan."

Although he didn't do much that day, after returning to the east chamber, Yang Yuyao felt like he was too tired to do anything. So after taking a bath, Yang Yuyao threw himself on the bed and became motionless.

"Xiao Yao, are you tired?" He Qianqing sat on the edge of the bed and asked with his head lowered.

"Yeah." Yang Yuyao, who was too lazy to respond, only responded with one word. Then he felt He Qianqing leaning closer to him, and then gently stroking his long hair.

"Then have a good rest." He Qianqing's mellow voice seemed to have a certain hypnotic effect. After a while, He Qianqing saw that the rise and fall of Yang Yuyao's body became slow and gentle, and he fell asleep.

"Obviously if you can rely on me more, it won't be so hard..." He Qianqing whispered with a helpless smile. Yang Yuyao clearly knew that attending such a banquet that he was very afraid of would make him feel very tired, but he still hid a clone in the room before departure to complete Xunlian's order. In fact, he could just ask He Qianqing to help him, and He Qianqing would definitely do it for him without having to create an external incarnation to aggravate his fatigue.

But Yang Yuyao's temperament prevents him from doing this. If he can do it, then he would rather work hard himself than trouble others easily. Yang Yuyao's "stubbornness" made He Qianqing helpless, feeling irritated that he wanted to spoil him but couldn't. But if he thought about it again, this was one of the reasons why he liked this boy. Yang Yuyao never allowed himself to degenerate into a parasite that was completely dependent on others and could only solve problems with coquettishness and tears.

"This is the sleeping posture..." He Qianqing straightened up and looked at Yang Yuyao's sleeping posture. Probably because he fell asleep next to someone he trusted, Yang Yuyao didn't curl up into a ball, but he was probably really tired, so he didn't wake up when he lay down with his face buried in the sheets.

He kept his motion of throwing himself on the bed, and the hem of his underwear was lifted up by his previous action, revealing his long, straight legs with perfect lines. He Qianqing could even see the small mole on his inner thigh that he liked to kiss. As long as He Qianqing takes a step closer, he can get a glimpse of the boy's more secret garden. Such a gesture seemed to allow He Qianqing to enter at will and do whatever he wanted.

"Xiao Yao, what should I do? As long as it's you, the teacher's determination will continue to be tested by the wind and rain." He Qianqing withdrew his lustful gaze, silently recited the Heart-Cleaning Mantra in his heart, and used his spiritual power to pull off the thin quilt and cover the young man. superior. He Qianqing felt that if he did it himself instead of using spiritual power, he might not be able to control it.

As soon as the quilt was covered, Yang Yuyao turned over in his sleep and took a corner of the quilt into his arms. Although it is midsummer now, the nights are still somewhat chilly. Even though a monk's body is no longer susceptible to illness, this habit has already been engraved into the bone marrow.

Today in the mansion, He Qianqing was pulled by several female relatives to chat about Yang Yuyao's past, in order to piece together the fragments of this young man's past experience that they did not understand. Using this as a bridge to integrate into them smoothly, He Qianqing also realized that his precious disciple was not only loved by his mother Tao Yulian and grandmother Yin Waner, but also by his two great-aunts.

It is this whole family's love for Yang Yuyao that supports the Yang family's willingness to invest a lot of resources in the search, just to bet on an illusory possibility. It’s just that fate is too playful. Even though they are still in the same country, and sometimes even in the same town, they still miss it. What the mysterious old man said was so true.

This is a fact that is difficult to accept for Yang Yuyao's blood relatives, but He Qianqing is secretly glad that if it were not for the shallow fate, Yang Yuyao might not be separated from them, or he might be found early. If In that case, He Qianqing might not be able to meet his boy, let alone become his master or fall in love with him.

If they had never met, this young man might not be his love interest. It was impossible for him to be attracted to a young man he had only heard about in passing. However, if that were the case, He Qianqing guessed that he would probably say no in his heart. Unexplained regret.

He Qianqing stopped his random thoughts. The reality already existed, and such assumptions were meaningless. But he didn't know what to do for a while. In Yang Yuyao's eyes, his master was diligent and self-disciplined in his practice, but he occasionally neglected his practice.

He Qianqing hooked his fingers and used his spiritual power to summon the clone that Yang Yuyao had left in the room. He took the time to make a bracelet-like magic weapon while making Xunlian today. Take it in your hands and play with it.

This magic weapon can be said to be a super simple version of Xunlian, because it can only be used for real-time calls. He Qianqing guessed that Yang Yuyao made this for the servants in the house, because even if it has no spiritual power, it can still use it. It is enabled for use. In addition, its material is also surprisingly cheap, a piece of cowhide that has been treated with chemical liquid.

If the design cost is not taken into consideration, and the manufacturing cost is calculated alone, based on He Qianqing's experience, he can still make a profit from selling this thing for 500 Wen. Such a cheap magic weapon can really break the concept that magic weapons must be expensive. Although Xunlian's current price is only one hundred ordinary spirit stones, Xunlian cannot treat it that way. In terms of R&D costs and other aspects, Xunlian's value is much higher than its price, but it is affordable. There were only a few people, and Yang Yuyao set the price so low just so that as many monks as possible could afford Xunlian.

But this bracelet doesn't even have a formed formation. Just a few rune combinations can make it effective. It can be said that even beginners learning to refine weapons can easily reproduce it. But it is impossible to design this thing without extensive knowledge and experience in formations.

"Huh? Why did I fall asleep?" Yang Yuyao, who woke up inexplicably, opened his eyes, feeling a little confused.

"Just fall asleep when you fall asleep." He Qianqing looked at Yang Yuyao sitting down in a daze and said with some humor.

"But it's still very early." Yang Yuyao struggled to open his eyes and said vaguely. The time now is Wu Shi, which is about eight o'clock. Even in the original world where people were used to going to bed early, Yang Yuyao did not go to bed that early. "Well, Master, are you interested in communication bracelets?" Yang Yuyao asked after seeing what He Qianqing was holding in his hand.

"Okay, let me guess whether you did this for the servants." He Qianqing put his arms around Yang Yuyao and said with a smile.

"Yes." Yang Yuyao nodded and said, "On the first day we returned home, Uncle Zhou went to the credit office to pick us up, but because of the inconvenience of communication, he didn't know that we followed our uncle to the palace. As a result, when we arrived at the house with the imperial grandfather and uncle, Uncle Zhou was still waiting for us outside the credit office. Later, my mother sent another servant on horseback to bring Uncle Zhou back. If it was through voice transmission Jade slips, Uncle Zhou will have to wait a little longer."

"In addition, the mansion is very big, and in order to deliver a message, servants also need to travel far away to deliver it. This is difficult to solve with other magic weapons, and Xunlian is too extravagant for servants to use, so I tried to do this. Xunlian has already designed it, and it feels very easy to make this. Of course, we will have to wait until we test it with Teng Yu and the others tomorrow to know whether it is easy to use or not, and whether it can meet expectations." After Yang Yuyao said this, he typed lightly. A yawn. Then he wiped away the physiological tears squeezed out of his eyes due to yawning, leaned against He Qianqing, picked up Xunlian and put it on, ready to browse to see if there was any interesting new news.