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Looking at this sign, Lin Xun vaguely had a guess in his heart.
He leaves the system space and picks up the keyboard from his backpack.
Sure enough, the real keyboard logo also became the little red sword.
He touched the sign with his hand, and the next moment, the sign was slightly hot, and the air in front of him seemed to have a wave of fluctuations, and the keyboard in his hand changed surprisingly, the keycap slowly retracted, and finally disappeared in the Inside the dark silver chassis, then, the chassis and the frame moved, and the sound of metal turning and rubbing came, they stretched, combined, stretched, and finally became—
a sword.
A dark silver sword, no pattern, the blade is 50 cm long - a bit short, but the narrow blade makes it look beautiful and smooth, overall very simple, without any pattern, it looks like a shoddy Children's toy, but quite heavy, not much different from his keyboard.
OK, a sword plate.
Lin Xun began to explore how to use the program for this sword plate. He felt that the system understood his level and should not interrupt his life.
Sure enough, he could manipulate the interface representing his program with his mind—copy, paste, select, run.
Lin Xun felt that this freed his hands, so he tried to input some new things - if he could rely solely on the input of his mind, then this upgrade would be too beautiful, and he could type out the program by relying on the ideas in his head. This may be the result of many programmers Just like the author wishes to provide an idea, three thousand words will automatically appear in the document.
However, when he tried to input the first letter with his mind, the hilt of the sword in his hand trembled slightly, and it actually returned to the state of the keyboard.
At the same time, the mechanical sound sounded: "The current magic weapon does not support this function."
It's okay, Lin Xun also knows that his hope is almost a delusion. It can reduce the complicated operation to a certain extent, and it can also become in line with the style of the cultivator in front of the elders in the cultivation world. It is already a great gift from the system to himself. .
After making up his mind, Lin Xun ate something casually, tidied up a little, and went out to Xicheng District.
The location was opposite Qi Yun's brokerage company. They gathered at a KFC. According to the list, there were more than 20 people. When Lin Xun got out of the car, he saw Chang Ji just happened to be coming from here.
They greeted each other, and Lin Xun asked, "Qi Yun didn't come?"
Chang Ji: "It's still a fish."
Lin Xun: "What is he doing?"
Chang Jing: "Sleep."
Lin Xun: "Sleep for so long?"
It is afternoon now.
I just heard Chang Ji say: "It's uncomfortable in the tub, and I didn't fall asleep at night."
Lin Xun wanted to laugh a little.
They walked into KFC side by side, and first saw old man Huo with a cup of Coke in front of him, drinking slowly, as if he was drinking a good oolong tea, and he had to add some wolfberry.
Senior Xiaoyaozi believed in health preservation, and there was no food in front of him, only a huge scroll. Madam Butterfly was sitting on a high chair, wearing a huge pair of sunglasses, and was talking to someone on the phone, saying "coordinate the venue" and so on. Gu Shanjun seems to have a crush on her and is showing his hospitality. Fairy Bihai was wearing a light gauze dress, with long black hair, with a shell decoration on her long hair, she was counting the bottles and jars: "Returning Spirit Pill, Ju Ling Pill, Hemostatic Herb... It should be enough. ."
Some of this group of people are dressed in modern clothes, some wear Taoist robes, some wear square scarves, some wear feather crowns, and they have all kinds of weapons in their hands. Fortunately, this is a place where film and television companies gather, and the guests next to them seem to be commonplace.
"Teacher." When old man Huo saw him coming, he beckoned to him lovingly: "How do you cover up?"
Lin Xun coughed and looked at the people in the restaurant, but he still didn't take off his mask. Now the news about him on the Internet is spreading, and I don't know how far. It doesn't matter if his photo is sent out, if the senior in the comprehension world with such a framed fancy dress is photographed again, it will be too lively.
Lin Xun: "My disciple is allergic to the air."
The old man Huo was always there, ignoring his nonsense, and said, "I haven't seen you home in the past two days, and I don't know where you went. Come, let the teacher see your cultivation progress."
Lin Xun stepped forward.
Old man Huo stretched out his hand.
Lin Xun handed over his right hand.
The old man Huo was calm, closed his eyes, raised his index and middle fingers, and gently wiped it on Lin Xun's wrist.
Lin Xun silently looked at his master, counting down in his heart.
Three, two, one.
I saw the old man Huo suddenly opened his eyes!
"Evil disciple!" The old man Huo looked at him, his eyes condensed like an arrow, and he whispered: "Are you going to double cultivation with evil demons!"
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