Chapter 42: Martial mission (1/2)
After seeing the mission, Jun Chang laughed very speechless.
Help the villagers of Qingyang Village to clean the courtyard, pick up dung, serve food, and write letters ... Can this martial task be a snack? Can it be a bit technical?
The system said: ”If the host feels that the task is not difficult, he can pull down the task list and replace it with a new one.”
”Do you spend value?”
”10 O'Clock.”
”That's fine.”
Xun Jun often laughed and looked at each task, touching his chin and saying: ”If you don't, sweep the floor and pick up the dung, it's not difficult.”
”Just ...”
”So many tasks, I do it all by myself.”
The system reminded: ”The martial mission is done by the martial disciples, and the host should do the main line, branch line, hidden and epic tasks.”
”So it is.”
I have my own tasks, my disciples have my own tasks, and the system's division of labor is quite clear.
Xi Jun often laughed: ”Is the recommendation index one star and two stars behind, which means that the reward is very generous after the mission is completed?”
”Yes.”
The system added: ”The higher the number of recommended stars, the more difficult it is to complete.”
”understood.”
Xun Jun often laughed and stood up with a handrail, stretched out a lazy waist: ”Qing Yang, let the disciples gather at the performance martial arts field, there are tasks to be distributed here.”
”Yes.”
Li Qingyang was ordered, but his mind was puzzled: ”Task?”
Uh ...
Yan Yan on the field.
All disciples are neatly arranged.
Xiao Xiao was already there, and he not only took a bath, but also changed into the iconic martial costumes of the Iron-Bone Puppet School.
曾经 The once super-genius, with long hair and untied hair, fluttered slightly behind, his face was as clear as a sculpture, and he was a talent.
Just, in the past five years, I have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and my eyes are indifferent and lazy, which is incompatible with the disciples around me.
Xun Jun often laughs and knows that his previous words just let him temporarily restore martial arts confidence, and it will take a while before he wants to fully cheer up.
”Head.”
Li Qingyang said: ”The disciples are all here.”
”Cough.”
Xun Jun often smiled and stood at the entrance of the main hall with his back and said, ”You have also joined the Iron Skeleton School for some time. Are you satisfied with the provision of food, clothing, accommodation, and mentality?”
”Satisfied!”
Discuss all disciples in unison.
They have food and drink, as well as strong mentality. They are not only satisfied, but also content.
Su Jun's often laughed expression suddenly condensed, and said, ”But this seat can't keep you up all the time, right?”
The disciples looked at each other and looked at each other.
Lu Lu said faintly: ”Head, just say anything you want.”
女人 This woman is still like that!
Xun Jun often laughed: ”Since you have become a member of the Iron Skeleton School, you must do your best for the construction of the school.”
”Wish to make a lot of effort for the martial arts!” The disciples chanted in unison.
Xun Jun often nodded with a smile and said, ”Recently, the villagers of Qingyang Village have encountered a little trouble. I have decided to send you to help them to strengthen our strength.”
”Yes!”
The disciples shouted in unison.
”Qingyang.”
Xun Jun often laughed: ”Most of the villagers in Qingyang Village are illiterate, so you can help them write letters.”
”what?”
青 Li Qingyang was dumbfounded.
I am from a well-known family. He must be literate and write, but the task of the head just now is to let himself write to the villagers?
”Not happy?”
”Happy!”
Li Qingyang hurried.
”Ding!”
”Receive Martial Mission.”
”Mission introduction: Zhao Xiucai of Qingyang Village is even symptomatic of typhoid fever, and villagers urgently need someone to substitute for writing letters 0/3 days [Unfinished]
”Get your disciple: Li Qingyang.”
任务 ”Quest reward: After completing, the host can get 1 achievement value and 1 contribution value.”
”Reward contribution value?”
Xun Jun often laughed in his heart and said, ”Qingyang, Zhao Xiu of Qingyang Village was infected with typhoid fever, so please write a three-day letter for him for the villagers.”
”Three days?”
青 Li Qingyang twitched at the corners of his mouth.