Chapter 1902

As it turns out, it really is that simple.

After Luo Quandong was beaten into the air by Xia Tian, ​​he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The stars and light floating in mid-air were naturally recovered quickly, and finally condensed into a thumb-sized crystal-like object, which fell into Zhao Qingqing's hands.

"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 stars flowing inside, and there were very thin lines connecting each other: " Are those dots alive?"

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 teleportation treasure."

"Master, are you serious?" Even though Zhao Qingqing was very convinced of Xia Tian, ​​at this moment she also had some suspicions that he was talking nonsense.

"Whatever it's called, it's useless anyway." Xia Tian returned to that indifferent look.

Zhao Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and said puzzledly: "Didn't Luo Quandong use it just now?"

"Excessive damage, only idiots without spiritual energy can barely use it." Xia Tian lazily explained: "We are immortal cultivators, once the spiritual energy enters, this thing will be destroyed immediately."

"Can't it be repaired?" Zhao Qingqing asked, "What if it is combined with handprints and spells?"

Xia Tian curled his lips: "The spells and handprints are deceptive, useless."

Luo Quandong really doesn't know any spells, but he has learned some handprints, but it has nothing to do with this magic weapon. He got this magic weapon from the strange space of 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 that broken magic weapon. is the transmission function, and the second is the prison

lock function. It's a pity that Luo Quandong himself is not an immortal cultivator, and he doesn't have aura in his body, so he can't use those two functions freely. That magic weapon is usually warmed with various antiques containing thin spiritual energy, in case the function of the remaining magic weapon is completely damaged. Because of the instability of the magic weapon, Luo Quandong couldn't take it out and use it often, and was afraid that it would be remembered by other powerful people, so he made up a set of so-called spells and handprints to confuse others. Ordinary people may really be fooled when they see Luo Quandong's serious handprints and obscure spells.

Luo Quandong was taken aback, that's why he cooperated with him.

Xia Tian saw through Luo Quandong's tricks at a glance. He was too lazy to expose him before, but he was quite interested in the magic weapon he hid, so he waited for this idiot to use it, but he was disappointed in the end.

"Master, where have all the people who were taken away by this...uh, 'Teleportation Treasure' went?" Zhao Qingqing didn't know how to call the thing in her hand, so she could only call it the name given to it by Xia Tian.

Xia Tian was not curious about this at all, and said casually: "It is estimated that it was sent somewhere randomly. Anyway, it is right that it is not dead. If you are concerned, you can ask someone to look for it."

"Forget it." Zhao Qingqing asked again: "Master, what happened to that old man absorbed by him into a ball of energy?"

"There is no such function at all, the idiot surnamed Luo is just acting, trying to scare us." Xia Tian said lazily.

Zhao Qingqing felt extremely upset immediately, and called the Tiandao team to bring back Luo Quandong, who was dead and alive, and Luo Yuming, who had fallen 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 the things in his palm to Xia Tian.

Xia Tian said with a smile: "Girl Qingqing, if you like it, you can put it away, just treat it as a pendant or something."

Use the magic weapon as a pendant? Although Zhao Qingqing thought this little thing was really pretty, she shook her head: "Let's put it away, maybe it will be useful someday."

"That's up to you." Xia Tian didn't have any different opinions on this, but 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, basically there was no place to eat: "There seems to be no food here, why don't we go back and eat?"

"No, just find a place." Xia Tian put his arms around Zhao Qingqing's slender waist, and he arrived in the bustling urban area in a flash.

Looking at the past, there are many shops on both sides, and neon lights flashing everywhere, which is completely different from the scene just now.

"Master, what are we going to eat, barbecue?" Zhao Qingqing knew how much he would eat in summer, and ordinary small shops probably wouldn't be able to feed him. "I remember that there is a good barbecue restaurant in front."

Xia Tian nodded and agreed: "Okay, then go and have a look."

After the two walked forward for a while, they met a few flyers who were wearing uniform volunteer uniforms and seemed to be engaged in some activities.

Zhao Qingqing took one casually, opened it for a look, and found that it said garbage sorting, so she couldn't help but look at it a few more times, then folded it in half and put it in her pocket.

"You are sick! Why stop me!"

At this time, there was an ear-splitting roar not far away, which shocked the eardrums of the people around them to the point of bursting.

Zhao Qingqing couldn't help but glanced over there, and found that a middle-aged man in his forties was throwing a temper tantrum at an eighteen-year-old volunteer girl.

The young girl was not intimidated, but reminded softly: "Sir, your garbage is all mixed together, it's best to sort it out and throw them into the corresponding trash cans."

"I'll share your mother's X, I have thrown away the garbage for decades, and why do I want you to teach me!" The middle-aged man stared at the girl with a domineering expression and cursed: "Go away, I have something else to do!" Well, I don't have time to talk nonsense with 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 distinguish these types of garbage. What kind of rubbish does it belong to?" The young girl was quite calm, still

The old man said happily: "Sorting garbage well is also responsible for our environment, the earth, and our future..."

"It's endless, isn't it!" The middle-aged man was quite impatient, "Why do you want to classify and divide it yourself, can you afford to waste my time?" "Sir, I think you should take some time to understand." Young The girl was petite and cute, and her personality was soft on the outside and strong on the inside. She was not intimidated by the middle-aged man's loud voice, and continued to persuade: "Now garbage sorting is just a

During the promotion period, if you wait until the official regulations are issued, you will be fined for throwing garbage like this. You may be fined up to 200 yuan..."

Before the girl finished speaking, the middle-aged man directly took out his wallet, took out a few hundred yuan bills between his two fingers, and threw them directly on the girl's face: "I've been talking for a long time, isn't it just asking for money, I'll give you five hundred. Slip to Lao Tzu and get out of the way!"

The young girl had obviously never experienced such a thing before, so she couldn't help but was stunned. She didn't recover for a while, and quickly picked up the money that fell on the ground.

The onlookers couldn't help feeling contemptuous when they saw it, thinking that this girl really still loves money. It’s just that after the young girl picked up the money, she caught up with the middle-aged man in two or three steps, and returned the money to him: “Sir, I’m a volunteer, please collect the money. It’s your responsibility to sort garbage. , do it to you, to me, to everyone

There are benefits. I don't want to force you to do anything, but I hope you will take a moment to do such a small socially beneficial thing. "I don't classify the trivial matters of Linima, and I just throw them around. What the hell can you do to me!" "The middle-aged man was also very angry. He raised his foot and kicked over the black garbage bag he had just casually thrown beside the trash can. The garbage inside

Rubbish was immediately spilled all over the floor, and some even got onto Zhao Qingqing and Xia Tian's shoes and trousers.

Several other volunteers couldn't help coming 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 beating someone?" The young girl wanted to persuade her again, "It's wrong for you to do this..."

"What's the matter, I still hit you!" The middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped it. Seeing that this force is definitely not light, if it is serious, it is estimated that the girl's face will definitely swell.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Qingqing rushed over with a brisk stride, kicked the middle-aged man to the ground, "Who left the dog and forgot to give you a leash, right?"

The middle-aged man didn't expect that someone would dare to kick him, so he grinned in pain and cursed at Zhao Qingqing: "Who the hell are you, I taught her what has nothing to do with you, I want you to meddle in your own business here!"

"My name is Zhao Qingqing, and what I like most is to meddle in other people's business, let alone a big man bullying a little girl's business!" Zhao Qingqing's heroic temperament of hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and acting bravely in a righteous way surged up instantly, and she glared fiercely. Looking at the middle-aged man.

It has to be said that Zhao Qingqing's name is quite famous, she just signed up, and someone in the crowd immediately shouted:

"She is a young heroine!"

"It's really her. Sure enough, wherever there is injustice, there is her!"

"This man has been offended, and he even met a young heroine who hates evil."

"Heroine Qingqing, don't let him go, 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 guilty, and immediately said: "How could I Bullying her, obviously she bullied me. I just came here to throw trash, she insisted on pulling me to do some sales promotion

, I said no, but she clung to me. I have to meet a few important clients later, can you afford to delay the big event! "

"Sir, this is a voluntary activity, not a sales promotion, and we haven't sold anything to you." The young girl explained calmly: "Besides, sorting garbage is what we all should do. "

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong this time." The middle-aged man saw more and more people watching, and some people were taking pictures with their mobile phones, so he had no luck: "I will definitely pay attention next time, and I will never do it again. Zhao Qingqing saw that the man turned around and wanted to run, so he stepped forward to stop him, and handed him the folded flyer: "Today you must memorize the contents of this list, and then put the garbage on the ground Pick it up and sort it out for me,

Otherwise, believe it or not, I will throw your head into the harmful trash can? "

The middle-aged man was scared now, so he obediently memorized the contents of the leaflet, and then honestly sorted them into categories under the watchful eyes of everyone, and then put them into the corresponding trash cans, and finally ran away with his head in his arms, not daring to be ashamed again.

The young girl and several other volunteers couldn't help but thank Zhao Qingqing, and wanted to take her to have a supper together.

Zhao Qingqing had no choice but to 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 eats enough.