Easter eggs

The world where they are located is snowing and snowing, and it is almost sunset.

Everything is as described by Gu Mang at the beginning of Chapter 1 - "In the evening, a misty snow fell on the border of Chonghua, and a layer of pure white gradually accumulated on the ground. Wheels ran over, pedestrians walked by, leaving a few Make marks of different shades."

"Clang clang clang" the broken gong is still beating.

It turned out that a pockmarked cook cake seller in the market was yelling vigorously, exhaling white air from his mouth, and yelling loudly: "Come, freshly baked cook cakes!"

As he spoke, he tapped the broken gong hanging by the stove twice with the mallet, and continued to yell: "There is nothing in this world that can be thicker than the pancakes I bake—except for Gu Mang's face! Come buy it, come buy it!"

The passers-by laughed secretly when they heard this.

Haigui accompanied Mo Xi and explained: "This person is called Wang Ermazi. According to the original text, this cake stand has been open for more than ten years. In the early years, Wang Ermazi had a different set of libretto. At that time, his The voice of the male duck shouted: "Look, take a look, take a look, Gu Shuai's favorite pancake, after you eat it, the patron, you will be as invincible as Gu Shuai, and you will rise every step of the way!""

"Changed now?"

"That's right, Gu Mang was still the leader back then, but now he's a traitor."

In the wind and snow, a group of cavalry with a strong military appearance came slowly. The leader was a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a brocade hat and sable fur, with a handsome face wrapped in a thick fur collar, with a hair swirl on his forehead. A few strands of fluffy hair curled up rebelliously, making him a little arrogant.

"Who is this?"

"His name is Yue Chenqing, and he is the deputy general of the garrison army. The northern border army has been stationed at the border for the past few days, and he happened to be patrolling today."

Mo Xi's eyes with naked vision of 5.3 glanced sharply at Yue Chenqing's face, and felt that this person was sloppy, so he didn't like him.

The returnee said: "This is a supporting role, and the sense of presence is not particularly strong, but it is your deputy commander."

"...I still have a deputy commander in chief?"

"Yes, deputy commander, admirers, subordinates, everything is available."

It seems that Gu Mang's attitude towards the male lead is really different from 20 years ago. 20 years ago, Mo Xi had nothing but 1.3 meters in "Legend of Sword and Fairy: Returnees", and 20 years later in "Forbidden Book". There is also a full set.

The returnee said: "But don't expect him to do anything for you, Yue Chenqing, the deputy commander, is here to make trouble for you."

"..."

I see it.Yue Chenqing's nature is obviously naughty, so walking around turned into shopping—there are many grass markets on the border of Beiguan, most of which sell animal skins, herbs, spirit stones, slaves, etc. In the bitter cold, it is not bad to pass the time.

"I want the seven-tailed civet."

"Go and buy me the tail feather of that auntie too."

"The tumbleweeds sold at that store are of good quality, and they must be good for refining medicine. Bring me ten baskets."

He walked all the way, instructing the attendants behind him to help him buy large and small commodities in the grass market, so negligent and dereliction of duty, although the expressions on the faces of the attendants were disturbed, but it was really a hindrance to the deputy commander's face. I don't have much to say.

Walking around, Yue Chenqing felt hungry, and was groping around for something to eat, when she suddenly heard Wang Ermazi yelling in the distance, and a crackling voice came from the wind and snow:

"Selling cooking cakes! Cooking cakes as thick-skinned as Gu Mang! Let's take a look!"

Yue Chenqing stepped forward immediately, just as he was about to reprimand, when a strong smell of burnt scones rushed into his nose.So Yue Chenqing's scolding came to his mouth, and he swallowed back the saliva that almost flowed out.

Wang Ermazi, who sells cooking cakes, raised his head: "Master Jun, buy some cakes?"

"...Then let's get a piece."

"Okay!" Wang Ermazi nimbly pulled out a piece of baked brown pancake from the hearth, put it in an oil paper bag and handed it to the guest officer in front of him, "Come on, hold it, be careful not to burn it. This pancake must be hot." Eat it while it's hot!"

Yue Chenqing took the hot pancake, bit it down, and made a "squeaky" sound, which clearly landed in the ears of Mo Xi and Haigui.

Although returnees have no ears.

"You can bring Gu Mang to eat this cake when the time comes." The returnee suggested enthusiastically.

Mo Xi said coldly, "He's not a traitor? Why should I treat him to a cake?"

The returnee was taken aback: "Haven't you read the novel?"

"I only read the outline."

"Then you will understand later, and I can't explain it clearly to you." The returnee said, "Anyway, you just need to remember that this is a food that Gu Mang loves very much in the article, and it can increase your favorability."

"...I still need to improve his favorability?" Mo Xi almost laughed angrily, twisting his thin lips mockingly, "What are you doing here? To persuade him not to treason?"

The words were full of sarcasm, but my heart couldn't lie to myself. The place where I was almost pierced by a bullet suddenly trembled.

It's not that he didn't persuade.In reality, I advised him to turn around, to turn himself in, to stop dying, and not to embark on that road of no return.

But Gu Mang never heard even a few words from him.

The returnee shook innocently: "I don't know, maybe it's really useful. Oh yes, I remembered, I have something for you."

As it spoke, an old book suddenly spit out from the black air.

Mo Xi saw that it was actually the mathematics sketchbook that Gu Mang used to write stories in the past.

"Touch it."

When Mo Xi touched it, the broken book suddenly glowed with white brilliance, and then changed into a little bit of firefly, dripping into Mo Xi's palm.

"...it's gone." Mo Xi said in a serious tone declaring "you're guilty".

"This is Gu Mang's brain setting book, it will be useful to you. Try to recall 'Wang Er Mazi Biscuits'."

Mo Xi frowned and complied.

Almost as soon as he finished thinking about "Wang Ermazi Biscuits", Gu Mang's familiar voice sounded in his ears, smiling as he remembered: "Wang Ermazi Biscuits, a snack that appeared on the border of the northern border of Chonghua, golden and crispy pancakes flow out A little hot oil, the taste of wheat bran, minced meat, and crushed pepper blooms on the tip of the tongue layer by layer, and the burnt aroma overflows in an instant, making your mouth water. Although it is only a common snack, it is still very popular with the characters in the article."

Sure enough, at this moment, Yue Chenqing took two bites and began to tsk: "Wow, your pancakes taste really good."

"That's not true. My Erma sesame cake is the best in the world." Wang Ermazi boasted triumphantly, "Even if Gu Mang was so beautiful back then, he would definitely come to my stall to eat it when he returned to the city after the war. Five or six!"

After he finished bragging, he still didn't forget to add angrily: "However, if we had known that the guy surnamed Gu would become a traitor and running dog in the end, I should have mixed some poison in the cakes he sold back then, so as to get rid of it for the people as soon as possible." Harm!"

Yue Chenqing muttered while chewing pancakes: "Don't say such things casually in the future. And your yelling, you have to change it quickly."

Wang Ermazi's eyes widened: "Master Jun, why is that?"

"Anyway, what the military master says, you just listen obediently. Can it still hurt you?" Yue Chenqing took another big bite of the meatloaf, "We will soon be at war with the Liao Kingdom, and our army may be stationed here for three years Five years, if you continue to talk about Gu Mang all day long." He laughed maliciously twice, "Hehe, be careful to touch a certain adult's sore spot."

"what?"

Yue Chenqing was too lazy to explain to him any more, she ate all the pancakes and waved her hand: "This man is good at cooking, pancakes are so delicious, give them a reward."

The returnee watched the plot go smoothly, and asked triumphantly, "Look, is it useful?"

"..."

If Mo Xi still felt that he was dreaming before, now he finally started to be bewildered and amazed.Straight men are also amazing at this level, it's fine if they don't get gay and yell at him for wearing a book, he doesn't even show surprise so obviously.

And because of an occupational disease, his next reaction was to frown and start to rigorously understand the ability of this setting book.

"No matter what I think, he will answer me?"

"He can only answer what he has already set. There are some settings that he has not detailed, and it is useless for you to ask."

"So as long as Gu Mang has a setting, I can receive it."

"Uh...not really, if Pulling the Bird doesn't want to tell you, or if this setting tells you that it will mess up the normal plot that Pulling the Bird set, then you still don't know."

Mo Xi frowned even deeper, he thought for a moment, and then tried to ask in his heart: "Who is that 'adult' that Yue Chenqing mentioned just now?"

Gu Mang's voice rang in his head, still with a brazen tone: "The certain adult Yue Chenqing mentioned is naturally their coach, Mo Xi. It is set in the text that Gu Mang is an inverse that Mo Xi cannot touch. scale."

Mo Xi said angrily in his heart: "Gu Mang, are you sick?"

The setting book is not answered.

It seems that it is just a tool for the author to follow up with the successor to realize the setting and explanation, and it does not have the function of bickering and quarreling.

The returnee floated down softly, floating and sinking in front of Mo Xi: "I have two other things to hand over to you."

As it spoke, it spat out the second thing from the black mist.

It may be inappropriate to call "it" a thing, but it is a small bird flapping its wings, with red feathers and a white belly, and a chubby figure. As soon as the returnees released it, it began to chirp angrily. Up and down.

Mo Xi never liked to make noise, so he glanced at it with contempt: "What's the use of this chicken?"

The little bird was even more unhappy, and screamed "chirp" and rushed over to peck the ink to extinguish it, but fortunately, it was trapped in time by the black mist formed by the returnees.

"Angry Birds." The returnee enthusiastically introduced, "Mr. Xihe, please extend your hand."

It's the same this time, the moment Mo Xi touched the Angry Bird, the bird disappeared. Mo Xi's ears seemed to be filled with thousands of echoes, but they were all indistinct. Slowly ebbing away like a wave.

"...What is this?"

"Well, well... I told you when I met you just now, that I am made up of many things." The returnee said, "The author's thinking——became a setting book that I can give you. , and then the reader’s rage—it’s this Angry Bird.”

"..."

"Actually, the Angry Bird was not an angry bird at the beginning, but a beautiful little skylark, the kind that would say 'Pull the bird, come on' and 'Scatter the flowers' from time to time, although occasionally it would spit out two or three fierce words, But overall it is still very cute. But then you also know that the plucking bird began to change every year and ooc, and finally changed bl to bg, and Skylark became Angry Birds, almost all scolding him."

Come on, filling holes for brothers and being scolded for brothers, is there such a thing?

Mo Xi said coldly, "Take it back."

"Don't be like this, Angry Birds can help you sometimes. It knows much better than you about the plot you don't understand. Although not all of its suggestions are useful, at least it can give you a reference. When you don't know what to do How to deal with it, and when the setting book of pulling the bird can't answer you, you can try to ask it."

"..." The returnee is like a pyramid scheme leader selling products.

Police Officer Mo reported a sophisticated attitude, and asked the Angry Birds again in his heart the question he had already asked Gu Mang—"Who is that 'master' that Yue Chenqing mentioned just now?"

The red bird shakes the feathers on its forehead, and opens and closes its bright red beak: "Only with ears, working at home, students and housewives, monthly income starting from 5000, we are looking for a typist, add 3838438 to chat. "