Fei Jingting returned home just in time for dinner.
Pushing open the courtyard door and entering the courtyard, I saw Fu Yunzhao standing in the courtyard doing boxing. The little girl's boxing techniques were tight, but there was a mysterious energy everywhere. She was not only quick, but also extremely vicious.
In the past, when I caught a glimpse of Fei Jingting, Fu Yunzhao came over early in the morning and pestered him for money to buy food. Today, I don’t know where the sun rose. The little girl took one look and went about her business.
Turn a blind eye.
What does this mean? Angry?
No, it was Fu Yunzhao who didn't want to go to the salon... Could it be that he was instigated by Guan Xiyi? It doesn't seem right. Guan Xiyi has an upright temperament, and with her character she can't do anything to sow discord.
Fei Jingting leaned over and asked, "Is boxing okay? You don't want to eat?"
Fu Yunzhao kept his hands on his hands and hummed twice as an answer.
Fei Jingting felt bored, rubbed his nose, and simply went into the room by himself. Although the room was messy, it had been cleaned, apparently by Fu Yunzhao after he came back.
Some pieces of wood were randomly thrown under the corner of the table. They were semi-finished products that Fei Jingting practiced carving with a carving knife these days. Many things look easy but are difficult to do. Fei Jingting knew very well that he was a master with high ambitions but low abilities.
So I don’t dare to carve lightning-struck wood easily.
After practicing for a few days, he gained some experience, so he planned to carve the lightning strike jujube wood into a sword in the near future.
Fu Yunzhao stopped punching, walked straight in and stopped in front of him, then stretched out his plain right hand.
Hmm...that's right. No matter how angry this girl is, her temper of wanting money will never change.
Fei Jingting handed over a big ocean and asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Fu Yunzhao rolled his eyes at him and turned away. Fei Jingting thought about it for a moment, then suddenly realized, and shouted: "Little White Snake, do you want me to stew you?"
After a pause, 'Fu Yunzhao' immediately jumped away...
After a while, there was a noise next door, and then Fu Yunzhao ran in. The little girl, with bright eyes and white teeth, asked extremely curiously: "Brother Jingting, how did you know it was Xiao Baibai?"
Fei Jingting said angrily: "What's the point? When you reach the level of cultivation, you can tell the truth and lies at a glance."
But in fact, if it weren't for the hatred and fear in the little white snake's eyes, Fei Jingting would not have been able to tell that the fake Fu Yunzhao was the little white snake.
After a pause, Fei Jingting lost his temper and reached out to ruffle Fu Yunzhao's hair.
"Oh, I told you, don't touch my head!"
"Who told you to use the little white snake to deceive me? This is punishment!"
"Humph..." The little girl pouted and was very dissatisfied, and then asked: "Brother Jingting, is your salon interesting?"
"It's boring." This is Fei Jingting's true feeling. A group of second-generation people either flatter each other or feel sad about the spring and autumn. They don't know what the sufferings of the people are. When they get together with this group of people, Fei Jingting feels
It's a complete waste of your time.
"Oh, is there anything delicious there? I heard from Sister Guan that there are delicious foreign snacks in salons run by foreigners."
Fei Jingting ate one of those snacks, but he almost died!
His taste has long been accustomed to the big food empire, and he really doesn't find anything delicious about snacks that are only sweet.
So he said: "The taste of foreigners is just the same. It is different from ours and not delicious. If you want to eat, I will find you some delicious snacks later."
I just happened to be given a box of sandwich biscuits when I signed in a few days ago, which was perfect for teasing the little girl.
Fei Jingting thought of the little white snake just now and said, "How do you let the little white snake show up? You are so angry that you have nowhere to go."
Fu Yunzhao shook his head: "No, Xiao Baibai has helped me so much, I just want to make her happy. Anyway, I only give her one day a month, my anger is enough."
Fei Jingting was upset again. Why did Fu Yunzhao have a spiritual snake Xiao Baibai? Why was he the only one who had an older brother?
Feeling unhappy, he ordered Fu Yunzhao to make a pot of tea. As soon as he drank a cup, the little white snake came back carrying a food box.
Fei Jingting's yin and yang eyes opened and closed, but he didn't notice anything unusual at first glance. It seems that his yin and yang eyes can only observe ghosts and ghosts, and have very weak perception of monsters and transformation spells. He
I still practice Celestial Eye every day, but unfortunately my progress is limited, and I don’t know when I will be able to open the second stage of Celestial Eye.
Today's dinner is strange, the dishes are as usual, but there are three people sitting at the table. Fei Jingting is in the middle, Fu Yunzhao is sitting on the left, and Fu Yunzhao is sitting on the right.
So Fei Jingting looked around, almost using a magnifying glass to find fault.
The little white snake served the table for the first time. He held the chopsticks awkwardly and couldn't pick up a piece of meat even after three or five attempts. His brows were furrowed in worry. He usually gulped down his food in one mouthful and never had any help from hands or feet. Now he had to do it.
How can little white snake adapt to handling chopsticks?
Fu Yunzhao taught in a lengthy manner and made gesticulations, which made Fei Jingting very happy. The little white snake took a long time and finally took a bite of the braised pork. Immediately the anger left his face, he chewed a few times, raised his eyebrows, and opened his mouth to say
Hiss.
Fu Yunzhao smiled and said: "Xiao Baibai, is it delicious? I have asked you to eat it with me a long time ago. What's so delicious about mice? I couldn't afford to feed you before, but now that I have brother Jingting, you will eat it with me in the future.
Bar."
Fei Jingting looked at Fu Yunzhao speechlessly... I'm just raising a little girl like you, why do I have to help raise pets too?
Fu Yunzhao saw Fei Jingting's unkind expression and quickly smiled ingratiatingly and said: "Brother Jingting, there is just one more little Baibai, do you mind?"
"I don't mind, I don't mind, but can you learn to cook in the future?"
"Why?"
Fei Jingting induced: "It's clean, hygienic, and you can eat whatever you want, and you save money."
Fu Yunzhao chewed the end of his chopsticks and pondered for a while, but he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly nodded heavily: "I see, then I will definitely learn to cook in the future."
After the meal, Fu Yunzhao pulled the little white snake away, and Fei Jingting calmed down to carve the thunderbolt wood. He thought that his hands and feet were clumsy enough, but he didn't want to break the mirror again and again. After breaking the mirror again and again, his body and mind merged, and the problem of being a good person but a weak hand naturally disappeared.
The carving knife was flying, wood chips were rustling, and in the blink of an eye, a dagger more than two feet long took shape. He found sandpaper and polished it repeatedly to remove all the burrs on the sword body. After a while, he took the wooden sword in his hand and carefully
Looking at it, he saw that the sword body was brown and red, and the tip of the sword was sharp. With a little injection of zhenqi, the dagger began to tremble slightly.
The true energy flows unimpeded inside the dagger and circulates over and over again. This lightning-struck jujube tree is indeed the king of magical weapons!
According to Huolong Zhenren's sacrificial sword technique, this sword must be maintained with true air at all times and mobilized with spiritual thoughts. After a long period of sacrificial practice, it can be put into the ancestral orifice of the Xuanguan between the eyebrows, and when used, it can fly out, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
The sword sacrificial skill was available, but there was no sword control skill. Fei Jingting could only hope for the time being, secretly hoping that the system would find out and give him the sword control skill later.
After cleaning up the ground hastily, Fei Jingting sat on the bedside with a dagger across his knees. While practicing the Heavenly Eye technique, he used the true air to nourish the dagger until his head felt dizzy before falling asleep.
After a silent night, I got up early in the morning and signed in and was given a dozen white shirts... OK, the weather has been getting warmer recently and I can no longer wear my robes, so it's just a good time to change into.
As soon as I got up and washed up, I heard a knock on the courtyard door.
I looked at the time and saw that it was only seven o'clock. Who would be coming over now?
Fei Jingting opened the door and saw two strangers standing at the door. One of them was a guy wearing a plaid peaked cap and holding a flash camera in his hand.
"You are……"
The man in the robe said: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Fei Jingtingfei?"
"I am."
"Oh, hello Mr. Fei, I am a reporter from the Commercial Daily. I heard that you are one of the authors of the serial novel "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", so I came here to interview you."
Interview?
Fei Jingting frowned: "You two, where did you hear about this?"
"You don't know yet?"
Seeing Fei Jingting shaking his head, the reporter said directly: "It was published in the Morning News this morning that Miss Zhu San returned to Tianjin for an interview. The reporter from the Morning News asked Miss Zhu San if she had any opinion on the scenery of Tianjin. The third Miss said that she was in Tianjin yesterday.
At Mrs. Grace's salon, I met the author of "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", Mr. Fei."
Fei Jingting secretly cursed, this social butterfly was confused, why did he mention himself when he had nothing to do? He didn't provoke her!
This person, when he was poor, he wanted to be famous quickly, and then use his fame to cash in and become rich quickly. But now that Fei Jingting is not short of money, what is he doing in the limelight?
Fei Jingting said tentatively: "That's it...then can I not accept the interview?"
"Ah?" The reporter was a little confused and asked, "Why?"
"I'm ashamed to say that I only provided creative ideas and a brief outline of the novel. The real main writer is Pang Shibi, Editor Pang. How about you go over and interview Editor Pang?"
The reporter and the camera looked at each other, and the reporter said again: "Mr. Fei, you are making things difficult for us. To tell you the truth, the interview with you was decided by the boss of our newspaper. If I don't succeed, I'm afraid I will go back."
You have to eat and sleep. Otherwise, you have to work hard? You don’t ask for any privacy, just ask about the novel and take a photo by the way."
The reporter spoke in a low voice. Fei Jingting couldn't refuse directly. Just as he was thinking about his words, he heard a series of footsteps behind him. The little girl Fu Yunzhao came over and asked: "Brother Jingting, who are they?"
"Reporter, you want to interview me."
"What does a reporter do?"
"I just provide news articles for newspapers..." Fei Jingting took advantage of the explanation time to think about the wording in his mind.
I didn’t want to, but before he could say anything, the little girl heard that she was going to be in the newspaper, and she immediately said happily: "Can it be in the newspaper? Okay, okay, eh? Stop blocking the door and come in quickly!"
Fei Jingting was anxious: "No... I am the one doing the interview. Why are you causing trouble? I haven't agreed yet."
"Oh, brother Jingting, why are you hesitating? You have to become famous as early as possible. If you become famous, won't you have more money?"