NOVEL NEXT Chapter 173: Necklace of Post-100s_2
"I think compared to 'Thunder Map,' you may be more suited to 'Riding Clouds and Driving Fog' visualization maps," said Li Changzhou to Yang Qinglan. "Wait until spring... wait until Turquoise Pool arrives, and see if there's any way to trade."
"Yeah," Yang Qinglan agreed with a nod. "Even if we can't trade, if she needs our help to get higher-level visualization methods, we can offer 'Riding Clouds and Driving Fog' as compensation."
"Hey, can you guys show some basic respect for the hot princess? How about a response, huh?"
"Let's eat," said Yang Qinglan.
This time it was Li Changzhou who nodded: "Stewed chicken, roasted duck, and steamed fish."
"What about the vegetarian dishes?"
"Hey!" Li Qianxia was angry.
For lunch she ate half a chicken, half a roasted duck, half a fish!
In the afternoon, Li Qianxia went to learn 'Divine Fire Map,' while Yang Qinglan didn't practice 'Whole Force,' she just kept sparring with Li Changzhou to figure out a set of skills and combos to Use against 'Whole Force.'
In her words, in this era of skills and visualization methods, who would still practice martial arts? Waste of time.
Li Changzhou thought she was right, but personally, he enjoyed practicing martial arts, as his obsession and confidence in every aspect of his body indicated.
Before long, Li Qianxia strolled out from between the branches, but her bouncing ponytail had betrayed her presence.
"Ah," she sighed, attracting the attention of the two men.
Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan exchanged subtle glances.
"Continue."
"Alright."
The two resumed their sparring, and Li Qianxia, unable to contain her irritation, wielded the Blood-colored Steel Spear. A meteor shower of Heavenly Fire exploded with all her strength towards them.
They practiced all day on Sunday.
Monday to Friday, there would be morning exercises;
During the day, going to classes while brainstorming, reflecting, summarizing, and gathering intelligence. Meanwhile, she relaxed her mind to ease the exhaustion of her soul and the pressure on her body;
In the evening, confirming the ideas from the day—Yang Qinglan spent part of the time studying elixir pills (in 1928, she experimented with medicinal herbs many times, creating various ancient potions; having no luck with banks and pawnshops, she didn't obtain anything strange).
A week went by just like that, and on the evening of November 3rd, Friday.
The three of them were eating street food they bought under the golden apricot trees in the yard they rented as siblings—skewers, fried rice, stinky tofu, and all kinds of messy food.
You can't practice martial arts all the time, and having gotten used to the green food in 'Honey Pot World,' they sometimes craved the heavy salt and spice from the street food.
"Mmm!" While munching on toothpick potatoes and playing with her phone, Li Qianxia swallowed the potato and stretched her phone into the middle, "Look at this!"
Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan glanced at it.
"I've been paying more attention to this kind of news lately and would even specifically search for it," Li Qianxia said.
On the phone was news about a themed museum.
{Li Xinghua Museum}, exhibits include: the first photo taken as a bandit, serving in the army, military attire, layout of the Commander Mansion, group photo with the seventh wife's aunt, mahjong, family portrait, children, and photos before being assassinated.
{Visit Li Xinghua Museum to see the Commander's life}, that was the slogan.
"Among these items, some were taken from various museums, and some were sponsored by people from the private sector, then—" Li Qianxia's finger slid, opening a photo, "look at this."
A necklace resembling strung pearls, sponsor: Li Biwei.
In 1928, Li Biwei was seventeen; if she lived long enough, it was indeed possible that she survived to the present day.
"It's not her," Li Qianxia said as if seeing through the thoughts of Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan.
She clicked the picture again, shrinking it, and pointed at the note below it, sponsored by an old person named Li Yu.
It also clearly stated that Li Biwei had died twenty years ago, before Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia were born.
"This necklace might be a prop," Li Changzhou said.
"A prop? Would the game recognize something from reality?" Li Qianxia expressed her skepticism, "If it's not recognized, even if it's special, we can't bring it back to the past."
"It doesn't matter if it doesn't get into the game," Yang Qinglan said, "let's just treat it as our souvenir and keep this necklace with us."
She looked at Li Changzhou.
Li Changzhou's intuition told him that Yang Qinglan saw through his real thoughts—this necklace was more than just a prop to him.
In 1928, Li Changzhou had little affection for Li Biwei, but standing outside history 100 years later, he felt a certain tenderness for this "sister" of his.
The scene of standing under the grape trellis, of Li Biwei speaking to him from the corridor;
The look of her lying on the bed crying after being rejected, even using Gu to die together;
And when she was fainted by the King Cobra's venom, those times he went to visit her, the serene expression on her face as she lay in bed.
"Go ahead," Yang Qinglan sipped her juice.
Li Changzhou wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up: "I'll be right back."
His body turned into oil paint, absorbed into the photo on the phone.
"What would happen if I turned off the screen right now?" Li Qianxia suddenly grew curious.
Yang Qinglan thought about it, "Your brother would become history."
"That cool?!"
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No behaviors that could affect others;
No touching the exhibits, except those that are clearly allowed;
No loud talking;
No running or horseplay in the exhibit halls;
No selfie sticks;
Dont disturb others while taking photos;
No bringing food and water into the exhibit halls, no eating snacks or drinking water there;
No lying down in public spaces;
No violating the museum's rules.
"Who's over there? The museum's closed for today!" Two security guards came over.
The rest of the staff responsible for checking for any damages to the exhibits, hearing the noise, all looked over.