On the night the old Mr. Tang held a family dinner, Jiang Boding's wife Zhen Wanjun finally gave birth to a baby girl.

Jiang Boding was very happy and chose one of the girls' names that had been prepared for them for the eldest daughter - Zifu.

Unfortunately, Zhen Wanjun was not very happy, not because she felt that her name was bad, but because she failed to give birth to a son for Jiang Boding, who had a single lineage.

In order to appease his depressed wife after giving birth, Jiang Boding had to ask Mr. Tang for three days off and stay with his wife wholeheartedly.

Tang Ning agreed without any pressure. Although Jiang Shenjun is the best choice in terms of story polishing, there are still some manuscripts for three or four days. The length of the articles serialized every day in Yujing Daily is limited, and now there are at least four chapters of the manuscripts for Journey to the West that Jiang Boding has polished.

There are not many problems with recording. Nowadays, there are many people listening to stories in the inner courtyard every day. Not only can they tell the shorthand, but there are still some people who can read them carefully.

Tang Zhongxiong also completed his understanding of "the heavy sword has no sharp edge but no skill". Although he did not say anything, his temperament was more restrained than the naked eye.

"Dad, on the way I came, I cut over a strange ghost town and accidentally got this little thing. It's quite interesting. Dad, please take it and play with it."

After finishing his understanding, Tang Zhongxiong took out a broken crystal as big as a finger and handed it to his father.

"Isn't this a crystal?"

Tang Ning took the crystal and looked around, but was somewhat interested because he couldn't find anything special.

"Father, you try to hold it tightly and meditate on entering it."

Tang Zhongxiong hurriedly popularized the use.

Tang Ning did as he did, but there was no dazzling sound, photoelectric effect.

"Not at all...well?"

Tang Ning was about to complain and was wasted his efforts, but suddenly he found that his second son Tang Zhongxiong had disappeared. Three feet away in front of him was a huge city gate, with two big characters on the stone plaque of the city gate - Wancheng.

"Wancheng?"

Tang Ning was surprised. He had played many Three Kingdoms games and immediately remembered Zhang Xiu, the king of the Northland gun who dominated Wancheng, and Zhang Xiu, who was ashamed to take over his wife Zou in Wancheng, and Zhang Xiu, who was embarrassed and stung by the back. He lost the big loss and lost the eldest son Cao Ang, his nephew Cao Anmin, and Cao Mengde of the powerful general Dian Wei.

Just as he thought of this, Tang Ning was surprised to find that a cavalryman who was riding a big white horse, holding a tiger-headed golden spear, and with a distinct appearance and dress as Western style appeared in front of him out of thin air.

This is……

——"Hold in Wancheng and watch the treacherous worlds!"

The white horse rider made a clanging voice.

What's true? Is it really Zhang Xiu, the King of Northern Guns in the board game "Three Kingdoms Kill"?!

Where did this guy come out?

After Tang Ning stared at Zhang Xiu, the King of Beidi Gun, who was motionless, wanted to figure out this problem very much.

This guy doesn't look like a living person.

Tang Ning looked down at the empty palm, and understood a little—

I shouldn't be afraid of this vivid Three Kingdoms Killing version of the Northern Spear King. If nothing unexpected happens, he should have been created by Tang Zhongxiong just now for a small piece of broken crystal.

They do not belong to real existence, but are virtual objects projected by my thought activities.

So, does this mean that I can transform this virtual world at will?

Tang Ning glanced at the motionless King of Northland Guns, and under his gaze, the man turned into another handsome guy with a white horse and silver gun.

——"I am Zhao Zilong from Changshan!"

Haha, it's OK!

As long as I am willing, Zhang Xiu, who is not famous, can become a popular lover Zhao Zilong in seconds!

The excited old man Tang raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Zilong again. A graceful and charming beauty emerged.

——"Grace like a stunning geese, and graceful as a dragon."

Yes, that's right, the newly revealed person by Mr. Tang is Cao Zhi, who has a family history and can make poetry seven steps. He even wrote the sister-in-law who was praised by Queen Wen Zhao, who was praised by the "Fu of the Goddess of Luo River" for thousands of years.

praise!

This 3D image feels much more beautiful than the portraits in the game.

Come on, read another line to let me recall my youth!

——"Lingbo's micro-steps, the silk stockings are dusty."

The 3D image of Zhen Ji speaks well and then stands still.

Tang Ning walked forward, circled around Zhen Ji, who was standing still, and finally couldn't help but feel curious and reached out to touch Zhen Ji's...face.

The palm passed through Zhen Ji's cheek without any obstacles.

This Zhen Ji is not a physical body, but just a realistic 3D phantom.

Old Master Tang curled his lips, withdrew his hand and stopped paying attention to Zhen Ji, and turned his gaze to the stone plaque "Wancheng" above the city gate.

It becomes, um... "Chang'an City".

Within the stone plaque, Wancheng... or Wancheng, there was no change at all.

Um?

Why is there no change?

Is it because I am wrong in posture or not using force strong enough?

Tang Ning immediately changed his posture and focused on it and tried again.

Wancheng is still Wancheng.

What's the meaning?

Can my will not interfere with the virtual world itself?

Tang Ning looked around thoughtfully, then leaned over and picked it up and walked towards the roadside.

The gate of Wancheng City is different from the cities in film and television dramas. There is no deep moat and suspension bridge. There are rows of shops on both sides of the road leading directly to the gate of the city. There are tall pillars in front of these shops, and strings of big red lanterns are hung on the pillars, which is very distinctive.

Tangning walked to a lamppost and touched it with his hand.

The touch is very real, at least Downing can't tell how it differs from a real wooden pillar.

"Become a national flag and a flag pole, become a national flag and a flag pole..."

Tang Ning held the lamppost and muttered.

Unfortunately, no matter how many times I read it, it is a lamp post or a lamp post.

"So my will can't affect the virtual world itself?"

Tang Ning felt that he probably understood.

So with a thought, Tang Ning had another person out of thin air, but this time he was no longer a character in the Three Kingdoms Killing, but...Dian Zaixing.

——"Lord."

Dian Zaixing, who had a long spear in his hand, bowed and looked vivid, but after straightening his body, he fell into a state of dullness.

"Two steps."

Tang Ning gave a voice to order,

Dian Zaixing's virtual projection took big steps, taking just two steps, and then fell into stagnation again.

Tang Ning pursed his lips and looked at Dian Zaixing's virtual projection, and the projection took two more steps under his gaze.

In other words, I created a projection of virtual or real characters, and then used language or new students to control their actions... Oh, I almost forgot that I should be able to change the appearance of arbitrary projection just like I did when I turned Zhang Xiu into Zhao Yun.

Tang Ning looked at Dian Zaixing's virtual projection and turned into the eldest princess Tian Fuling under his gaze.

"This old man, are you a ghost?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind Tang Ning.

Tang Ning turned around quickly and saw a man in ancient costume with a blurred face.

"Damn, what the hell are you?"

Tang Ning asked in surprise, the image of the guy who suddenly appeared was really terrifying.

"Old sir, why did you insult Xiaosheng when you first met? However, for the sake of your inexplicable kindness, Xiaosheng will not pursue this matter. Mr., remember, Xiaosheng is not a damn thing... Xiaosheng Song Dingbo, from Nanyang."

The vaguely-faced man in ancient costume could not make any dissatisfaction protests and reported his hometown and name.

"Song Dingbo?!" Tang Ning's eyes were full of incredible: "Song Dingbo, who caught ghosts?"

"Ah, the old man knows what I am catching ghosts!"

Song Dingbo, who was blurred, cheered, and his originally blurred face instantly became clear. It was an ordinary face with three sly cunning.

"Old sir, you are not a ghost! Old sir, come with me quickly. This Wancheng is a ghost town, which is very dangerous!"

"Although the inside and outside of Wancheng are empty now, it's just because a thick embryo with a giant sword a few days ago, it killed all the ghosts in the city, but those ghosts will soon be reborn! Those ghosts will either cheat, scare, kill, or turn people into sheep and keep them for eating slowly... Old man, you will be alone, and the end of a ghost will be very miserable when you encounter a living person."

Song Dingbo said as he slowly approached Tang Ning.

"The gun comes out like a dragon seeks life and takes the soul!"

The sound of roar suddenly exploded from behind Song Dingbo, and then a bright silver spear tip emerged from Song Dingbo's chest.
To be continued...