After Luo Quandong was beaten away by Xia Tian, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Those star points and light floating in the air were naturally recovered quickly, and finally condensed into a thumb-sized crystal-like object, which fell into Zhao Qingqing's hand.
"What is this?"
Zhao Qingqing spread the thing in the palm of his hand and found that its surface was transparent, but there were more than a dozen white star dots flowing inside, and there were very thin lines connecting them: "Are those dots inside alive?
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Xia Tian doesn't seem to know what it's called, but it's not difficult for him: "Those star points are called critical points, and the white lines are called dividing lines, so the magic weapon is called a teleportation weapon."
"Master, are you serious?"
Even though Zhao Qingqing was very convinced of Xia Tian, she also had some suspicions that he was talking nonsense.
"No matter what it is called, this thing is of no use anyway."
Xia Tian returned to his nonchalant look.
Zhao Qingqing was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "Didn't Luo Quandong use it just now?"
"It's too damaged, so only idiots without spiritual energy can still use it."
Xia Tian lazily explained: "We are immortal cultivators. Once the spiritual energy enters, this thing will be directly destroyed."
"Can't it be fixed?"
Zhao Qingqing asked: "What if we cooperate with fingerprints and spells?"
Xia Tian curled his lips: "The spells and fingerprints are all lies and of no use."
It is true that Luo Quandong does not know any spells, and he has learned some hand seals, but they have nothing to do with this magic weapon.
He got this magic weapon from a strange space in an ancient tomb many years ago. According to his inference, it should be a relic of a certain immortal cultivator. It took him a long time to figure out the purpose of the broken magic weapon.
One is the transmission function, and the other is the prison function.
It's a pity that Luo Quandong is not an immortal cultivator and has no spiritual energy in his body, so he cannot use those two functions freely.
The magic weapon is usually kept warm with various antiques containing thin spiritual energy to prevent the remaining magic weapon from being completely damaged.
Because of the instability of the magic weapon, Luo Quandong could not use it often, and he was also afraid that it would be noticed by other powerful people, so he made up a set of so-called spells and fingerprints to confuse others.
Ordinary people might be fooled when they see Luo Quandong's serious handprints and obscure spells. For example, people from the Wan Gu Society were also fooled by Luo Quandong, so they cooperated with him.
Xia Tian saw through Luo Quandong's tricks at a glance. She didn't bother to expose him before, but was quite interested in the magic weapon he had hidden, so she kept waiting for this idiot to use it, but was disappointed.
"Master, where have all the people who were taken away by this... uh, 'teleportation treasure' gone?"
Zhao Qingqing didn't know how to call the thing in her hand, so she could only call it the name Xia Tian gave it.
Xia Tian was not curious about this at all, and said casually: "I guess he was randomly teleported somewhere. He's not dead anyway. If you're concerned, you can ask someone to look for him."
"Forget it."
Zhao Qingqing asked again: "Master, what happened to the old man who turned into a ball of energy and absorbed it?"
"It doesn't have this function at all. The idiot named Luo is just acting to scare us."
Xia Tian said lazily.
Zhao Qingqing suddenly felt extremely unhappy, so she called the Tiandao team and took Luo Quandong, who was still alive and dead, and Luo Yuming, who was already asleep in the room, back to the Tiandao team.
"Master, what should I do with this thing?"
Zhao Qingqing stayed with Xia Tian and showed Xia Xia what was in her palm.
Xia Tian said with a smile: "Girl Qingqing, if you like it, just keep it, just use it as a pendant or something."
Use the magic weapon as a pendant?
Although Zhao Qingqing thought this little thing was indeed quite beautiful, she still shook her head: "It's better to put it away, maybe it will be needed someday."
"That's up to you."
Xia Tian didn't have any different opinions on this, just said: "I'm a little hungry, let's eat something."
Zhao Qingqing looked around. The terrain was surrounded by mountains and rivers, surrounded by villas. There was basically no place to eat: "There doesn't seem to be any food sold here. How about we go back to eat?"
"No, just find a place."
Xia Tian hugged Zhao Qingqing's slender waist, and in a flash he arrived at the bustling urban area.
Looking at the past, there are many shops on both sides, with neon lights flashing everywhere, which is completely different from the scene just now.
"Master, what are we going to eat, barbecue?"
Zhao Qingqing knew Xia Tian's appetite, and ordinary small restaurants probably couldn't feed him enough. "I remember there was a pretty good barbecue restaurant in front of him."
Xia Tian nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's go over and have a look."
After walking forward for a while, the two of them met a few people handing out leaflets, wearing uniform volunteer uniforms, and seemed to be engaged in some kind of activity.
Zhao Qingqing casually took one, opened it and took a look, and found that it was about garbage classification. He couldn't help but look at it a few more times, then folded it twice and put it in his pocket.
"You must be sick! Why are you stopping me!"
At this time, a deafening roar suddenly sounded not far away, shocking the people around them to the point where their eardrums felt like they were about to burst.
Zhao Qingqing couldn't help but look over there and saw that a middle-aged man in his forties was losing his temper at an eighteen or nineteen-year-old volunteer girl.
The young girl was not intimidated and just reminded her softly: "Sir, your garbage is all mixed together. It's best to sort it and throw it into the corresponding trash cans."
"I'll blame your mother. I've been throwing away rubbish for decades, and I want you to teach me!"
The middle-aged man had a arrogant expression on his face, glared at the girl and cursed: "Go away, I have other things to do, and I don't have time to talk nonsense to you here."
"Sir, we are volunteers and we are doing an activity on how to identify four-pack garbage. You only need to spend about five to ten minutes to clearly identify what kind of garbage these are."
The young girl was quite calm and said in a pleasant manner: "Separating garbage well is also responsible for our environment, the earth, and our future..." "It's not over, right?"
The middle-aged man was quite impatient, "You really want to sort it out and divide it yourself, can you afford to waste my time?"
"Sir, I think you should take some time to understand a little bit more."
The young girl was petite and cute, and her personality was soft on the outside but strong on the inside. She was not intimidated by the middle-aged man's loud voice and continued to persuade: "Garbage classification is only in the promotion period now. If we wait until the formal regulations are issued,
You will be fined for throwing garbage like this.
You may be fined up to 200 yuan..." Before the girl could finish her words, the middle-aged man took out his wallet, took out a few hundred-yuan bills between his two fingers, and threw them directly in the girl's face: "I've been talking for a long time, isn't it?
As for the money, I’ll give you five hundred, and get out of my way!”
The young girl had obviously never experienced such a thing. She couldn't help but be stunned. She didn't come back to her senses for a while and quickly picked up the money that fell on the ground.
The onlookers couldn't help but feel contempt after watching this, thinking that this girl really does love money.
But after the young girl picked up the money, she caught up with the middle-aged man and returned the money to him: "Sir, I am a volunteer. Please keep the money."
Garbage classification is your and my responsibility. Doing so is good for you, me and everyone.
I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I hope you can spend a little time to do such a small thing that is beneficial to society.”
"I don't classify the trivial things about Linima, I just throw them away. What the hell can you do to me!"
The middle-aged man was also very angry. He kicked up the black garbage bag he had just thrown beside the trash can. The garbage inside immediately spilled all over the floor, and some of it even got on the shoes of Zhao Qingqing and Xia Tian.
and trousers.
Several other volunteers couldn't help but come over to persuade them, but they were roughly pushed to the ground by the middle-aged man and even kicked a few times.
"Sir, why are you hitting someone?"
The young girl wanted to persuade her a few more words, "It's wrong for you to do this..." "What's the matter, I even beat you!"
The middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped her away. Seeing how powerful this attack was, it would definitely not be easy. If the slap was serious, the girl's face would definitely swell.
"what are you doing?"
Zhao Qingqing rushed over with a quick stride, raised her leg and kicked the middle-aged man to the ground, "Who left the dog when they went out and forgot to give you a leash, right?"
The middle-aged man did not expect that someone would dare to kick him. He grinned in pain and cursed at Zhao Qingqing: "Who the hell are you? What does my teaching her have to do with you? I want you to mind your own business here!"
"My name is Zhao Qingqing, and what I like most is nosy, let alone a grown man bullying a little girl's nosy!"
The temper of Zhao Qingqing, a heroine who always supports the strong and supports the weak, suddenly surged up and she glared at the middle-aged man fiercely.
It has to be said that Zhao Qingqing's name is quite famous. As soon as she signed up, someone in the crowd immediately shouted: "She is Qingqing Heroine!"
"It's really her. As expected, wherever there is injustice, there is her!"
"This man has been offended, and he actually met the Qingqing heroine, who hates evil so much."
"Qingqing Heroine, don't spare him, beat him hard."
The middle-aged man seemed to have heard of Zhao Qingqing's name, and he couldn't help but feel a little frightened, and immediately said, "I didn't bully her, she was obviously bullying me.
I just came here to throw out the trash, and she insisted on asking me to do some promotional activities. I said no, but she kept pestering me.
I have to meet a few important clients later, can you afford to pay for the delay in important things?"
"Sir, this is a volunteer activity, not a sales promotion, and we have never sold you anything."
The young girl explained calmly: "Besides, garbage sorting is something we all should do."
"Okay, okay, okay, I'm wrong this time."
The middle-aged man saw that there were more and more people watching, and some were taking pictures with their mobile phones, so he felt unlucky: "I will pay attention next time, and I will never do it again."
Zhao Qingqing saw the man turn around and wanted to run away, so he took two steps forward to stop him and handed him the folded flyer: "Today you must memorize the contents on this list and then pick up the garbage on the ground.
Get up and sort it for me according to the categories, otherwise, believe it or not, I will throw your head into the hazardous trash can?"
The middle-aged man was frightened now, so he had to memorize the contents of the flyer obediently, and then in full view of the public, he sorted the items into the corresponding categories, and then put them into the corresponding trash cans. Finally, he scurried away, not daring to embarrass himself any more.
The young girl and several other volunteers couldn't help but thank Zhao Qingqing, and even tried to drag her to have a midnight snack with her.
Zhao Qingqing could only look at Xia Tian and ask for his opinion.
Of course, Xia Tian has an indifferent expression on his face. Anyway, he has never been very particular about what to eat and where to eat, as long as he is full.