Chapter 246 Isn’t my disciple worthy of being written into a novel?
Wen Qiao was too lazy to think of the name of the protagonist in the book "The Years My Mother Cultivated Truth", so she just used Wen Xiaoqiao's book mainly tells the story of Wen Xiaoqiao who learned art from a young age and finally went down the mountain to practice with his fellow apprentices.
When writing this book, Wen Qiao was very serious and very mind was filled with everything about Futian Que. At this moment, she wanted to write down all her memories of Futian Que, but she still had the upper hand because some things couldn't be explained to the outside world.
In the book, Wen Xiaoqiao's sect is called Futianque. The reason why it is written this way is because I heard fellow Taoists from other sects complain in the past: Longhu Mountain and Maoshan sect are always mentioned in the novel. Could it be that my sect is? Isn’t the door worthy of being written into a novel?
Although this book is just a novel for book lovers, for Wen Qiao, it is a special novel.
This novel contains her memories of Futian Que.
One night, the study was brightly lit.
At the same time, the bedroom where Nian Chengfu was located on the second floor was brightly lit.
Nian Chengfu lay on the bed with his arms pillowed on his back, his silent eyes staring at the pure white ceiling for a long time without saying a trousers wrapped around his straight and slender legs, and the black shirt was half open, revealing his strong and faintly undulating chest.
Probably this posture lasted for a long time. Nian Chengfu got up from the bed, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the bedside table, lit it and started smoking.
In an instant, pure white smoke covered his resolute outline.
He thought he might actually be sick.
Nian Chengfu thought irritably.
After putting out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, Nian Chengfu turned around and left the bedroom to take a shower in the it was a public bathroom, Nian Chengfu didn't forget to take a look along the stairs to the third floor after coming out.
Of course, only one glance.
After reading it, Nian Chengfu entered the room wearing a black nightgown.
When he first came out, he was vaguely looking forward to it, and even deliberately made his nightgown looser.
result……
Nian Chengfu sighed.
He is really 's still pretty damn sick.
Many times, plans cannot keep up with changes.
Wen Qiao originally planned to meet Tuyou at Farewell City the night after tomorrow, but the day before, Wen Qiao received a call from Tuyou. Tuyou said that a descendant of one of his friends was taken away by someone from the Moro family. Let's go, the plan may be advanced.
So much so that Wen Qiao was ready to leave for Farewell City early the next morning.
Before going out, he unexpectedly saw Nian Chengfu and Nian Chengxu having breakfast in the restaurant. The latter lowered his head and tried to reduce his presence. The former saw Wen Qiao and shouted directly: "Miss Wen, where are you going? Not coming. Want some breakfast?”
Wen Qiao: "No, I still have something to do..."
Nian Chengfu raised his eyebrows slightly: "What is more important than your breakfast?"
Wen Qiao grinned: "Of course it's a big deal. By the way, are you interested in getting involved in the Moro family?"
Wen Qiao asked Nian Chengfu.
Nian Chengfu wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, his posture showing the unique elegance of an aristocrat.
He said: "It just so happens that the laboratory needs zombie test drugs..."
Wen Qiao was a little surprised: "Test medicine? Do you mean that an antidote to the zombie virus has been developed?"
Nian Chengfu nodded, and then said: "It's almost the same, but it's just a primary potion, and the scope it targets is different..."
The primary potions were developed when they moved from Earth to New Union. Because there were no zombies in New Union, the primary potions were only prototypes and had not been perfected.
While Nian Chengfu was in Earth Star, he just perfected the primary potion. At the same time, he also investigated some unknown things.
(End of this chapter)
