Fantasy: Wiring the Future

Zhang Tienan and others were pleasantly surprised. They knew Jiang Jing's identity very well, so Jiang Jing told them, which means that the most suitable imperial inheritance has been prepared for them!

"Yes, Deputy Captain Xie!" Zhang Tietong said excitedly.

"No, it's all for the human race, let's go. It should be able to help you improve your strength. After the inheritance is completed, Realm will go to Huangtian City and protect Jun Shinuo." Jiang Jing waved his hand lightly.

"One Thirty Zero" obeyed. "

The five quickly dispersed, and each went to the position arranged by Jiang Jing just now to get the inheritance.

Wang Yan was on the side, frowning and staring at Jiang Jing. Jiang Jing just said that she did not avoid her, but also let her know that Jiang Jing is fully aware of the inheritance of the emperor's law in the Wandi Pavilion, and even what kind of inheritance of the emperor's law exists. Any location is clear!

"You really made the stuff in here? Wang Yan really doesn't understand it now.

Jiang Jing didn't answer Wang Yan's question, just like Wang Yan and the tourists, she walked around in a hurry and left after she was bored.

The first batch of Tianjiao who entered, all of them got the corresponding inheritance of the emperor's law, and then batches of people entered Wandi.

In front of the flowers, in the pavilion, Wang Yan poured the freshly boiled tea into the cup in front of Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing picked it up and smelled it, the fragrance was strong, gently took a sip, the mouth was warm, the lips and teeth were fragrant, and the aftertaste was endless.

"Tea is good, didn't you bring a violin? You just have nothing to do and play a tune." Jiang Jing put down the teacup and reclined lazily against the railing bucket.

Seeing Jiang Jing's posture, Wang Yan couldn't help rolling her eyes, but she asked the palace maid to bring her piano, and also brought in some dancers and calligraphers.

Jiang Jing doesn't understand why such a big battle is going on?

He soon understood that Wang Yan was playing the guzheng, the palace maids beside him began to dance, and the calligraphy masters flew their brushes and inks and quickly recorded them.

It was the song that once flowed out of him, a qin song full of antique Jiangnan charm.

The rain shattered the south of the Yangtze River.

Wang Yan is still in that black and white long skirt of ink wash, but at this moment it is incomparably suitable for the occasion.

The sound of the beams surrounds her ears, dancing is moving, Jiang Jing is lying on the side comfortably, very comfortable, and she falls asleep listening to it.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Jing was woken up by Wang Yan.

"Wake up, you bastard, you asked me to play the piano, but you fell asleep when I played, is that so hypnotizing?" Wang Yan pinched her waist angrily, this is a complete insult to her.

Jiang Jing shook his head: "No, only good music can make me fall asleep peacefully. If I can't listen to it, I just leave with a swirl of my sleeves. Why stay here and fall asleep listening to it."

"Absurd!" Wang Yan still had a look of unhappiness on her face, but she was relieved in her heart.

Jiang Jing walked over, picked up a pen and paper, and ran his spiritual mind. There was once a method in the inheritance of imperial law, the Spring and Autumn Brush Technique. This person was a scholar, but he embarked on the road of cultivation and became famous for his calligraphy.

Others use various moves and weapons when fighting, but he uses weapons to take the enemy's head while writing calligraphy!

Jiang Jing ran this spring and autumn brushwork, waving the brush again and again, wrote a poem with hidden head, then turned and left.

Wang Yan stepped forward quickly, wanting to see what 5.8 Jiang Jing wrote.

When he saw the result, he was immediately stunned.

Mo Miao's paper is full of feelings, and the soft and soft voice moves around the beam.

Listening to a song of Yige, the city is still melodious!

The characters are wonderful, the songs are wonderful, the dance is also wonderful, and the player is even better.

Seeing these few lines, Wang Yan's heart melted. What a high evaluation, this is the evaluation that made her feel the highest, and the evaluation that made her the happiest!,

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