Chapter 817

With the overtime work of Xinmo Valley, the project of xianwangban QQ finally came to an end.

In order to take care of the strong malice of English against the accent of the people in the fairy world, Zheng Feiyue specially changed QQ to "buckle."

When the copied program card was sent, Zheng Feiyue immediately convened a meeting of the seven zongmen, saying that there were major matters to discuss.

The seven sects are also used to it. Whenever Zheng Feiyue says he wants to hold a meeting, he will send disciples for general matters, elders for important matters, and big friars or people who have a good relationship with Zheng Feiyue.

Li Wanqing, the bearded elder of the evil god sect, LV Jian of the divine medicine sect, the Mingqi master of the magic weapon sect, attended the meeting as the representative of the heart demon valley. People from the five ghost sect and the flying corpse sect were also acquaintances.

With the exception of Ming wangzong, a strong man came, who didn't know him. He looked like his nostrils were facing the sky. After entering the yard, he held his arms and said nothing. He was very noble.

"Didn't old seven come?"

Zheng Feiyue asked. In fact, he likes Lao Qi very much. He is a talent. He likes chatting with him very much.

The tone of the strong man of emperor Zong of the Ming Dynasty was as hard as his muscles: "old seven has old seven things to do."

"Are you... Old eight?"

Zheng Feiyue asked uncertainly that the deep-sea fish had sent back the photos of the "eight King Kong" of Ming wangzong. He just glanced in a hurry. At the moment, he was not sure of the identity of a strong man.

"Good!"

The strong man snorted coldly.

Zheng Feiyue didn't argue with the muscular man either. He said, "since there are all the people, I'll go straight to the theme. This time, I'll call you all because there are new inventions and buckles."

"Buckle?"

The bearded old man frowned and said, "this name sounds strange. What's the use?"

"Buckle is an instant messaging software. Just like Xiantan, everyone has an independent identity and can communicate with others over a long distance."

Speaking of this, Zheng Feiyue added: "real time communication, you can understand it as the legend of flying sword that can be reached in an instant. How do you feel?"

"What's the difference between this and the forum?"

Asked LV Jian.

Zheng Feiyue said: "the forum is a place for everyone to communicate. Buckle is a private contact tool. Everyone should register a buckle number. Only those in the friend list can communicate with each other. Others can't see it."

"What is the friends list?"

Asked the great friar of the flying corpse sect. This vocabulary forum has not appeared yet.

Zheng Feiyue thought for a moment and said, "the list of friends is a list based on your IQ... It's difficult to explain it to you because of historical limitations. Let's demonstrate it on site."

Zheng Feiyue has already installed buttons in his yard.

He called out the fairy net. The neat and bright fairy net interface, in addition to the fairy altar in version 2.0, has another pattern, which is a charming head of an iron rodent.

There are two words under the Avatar: buckle.

LV Jian said silently, "is this pattern your horse?"

Zheng Feiyue nodded and opened the button. As soon as the page changed, it was a moving picture of two eggs roaring up to the sky. In the picture, there was also a sentence: button, make life better.

Next, Zheng Feiyue showed you how to register buckle, and how to add friends and chat.

These things are not complicated. People have experienced the baptism of the altar of immortals. Some of the basics of online surfing can be learned after watching them. Then they add friends to each other and have fun.

An untimely voice sounded.

"What's the use of this thing?" the old eight faces of mingwangzong disdained. "Although it has the function of transmitting information, I can't stay at the fairy all the time, can I? It's really urgent to go out, don't I still rely on the legend of flying sword?"

Zheng Feiyue nodded: "you're right. Although buckle is good, it still has limitations, so my next plan is to invent a personal self-service terminal that can be carried with me. In addition, I have to solve the problem of base stations... Sorry, it's too early to say this."

Old eight looked confused, but did not prevent him from beeping: "it's full of flashy things. With this spare time, it's better to practice hard and hone his body."

"You......" Zheng Feiyue shook his head. "No wonder Lao Qi would say that."

Old eight smelled the speech, like a rabbit shot in the ass by an arrow. He was anxious on the spot and said loudly, "what's the matter with old seven? Did he speak ill of me?"

"No, no," Zheng Feiyue quickly waved his hand. "Even if I say it, can I tell you? Am I a secret gossip?"

People: "

You're already gossiping.

Do you want to be so shameless?

Old eight's opinion on his seventh brother was not generally big, and he didn't know what bridge section his brain had filled. He gnashed his teeth and said, "I knew that despicable guy!"

Zheng Feiyue didn't bother to talk to this guy. He returned to the subject and said, "except for individuals, everyone should see the use value of buckle. We don't talk secretly. It took me a lot of energy to develop this thing."

"Come on, how much?"

The "second Lord Guan" of the evil god sect was a happy man. He knew that there was no free lunch in the world. Even if there were, Zheng Feiyue wouldn't have it here. He asked bluntly.

Zheng Feiyue said with a smile: "technology buyout, door-to-door installation, plus after-sales service, one-time charge, 100 bottles of Tianmo pill."

"Tianmo pill?"

Old eight, who was immersed in strong resentment, woke up immediately and shouted, "what do you want Tianmo pill to do? Is Wang Po in your hand?"

No one else spoke. It seemed that he was happy to see this unsophisticated old eight charging.

Zheng Feiyue shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. It's OK to exchange equivalent items without Tianmo pills. I don't choose. Is there a lot of a hundred bottles of Tianmo pills?"

LV Jian pondered: "it's really convenient to buckle. It's not difficult to accept a hundred bottles of Tianmo pills. There aren't many of the seven sects."

The bearded old man nodded and said, "it's really not much."

Old eight Leng hummed, "the evil god sect and the divine medicine sect are rich and generous. Naturally, they don't feel anything. I'm used to the poor King sect of Ming Dynasty, but I don't have so many resources to feed this boy!"

The great friars of the flying corpse sect and the five ghost sect also have some opinions. There are no immortals under the names of the two major sects. They are not urgent to ask for this buckle and are unwilling to take the money.

Because Xinmo Valley undertakes the responsibility of "production link", Zheng Feiyue has exempted most of the expenses in this regard. At the moment, it doesn't matter.

The Mingqi master of the magic weapon sect showed a mysterious smile. He probably thought that with his relationship with his virtuous brother, more and less would be nothing. The four immortals under the name of the magic weapon sect have increased their income with each passing day, and they are gradually getting rich and powerful.

For a time, the seven sects divided several factions and argued over the 100 bottles of heaven magic pills.

At this time, Zheng Feiyue's words came into everyone's ears: "remind you that the 100 bottles of Tianmo pills I said are not shared by the seven sects, but... 100 bottles of Tianmo pills in each family!"

There was silence.

Everyone's eyes were cast.

As the representative of the richest sect, LV Jian stared and said, "shopkeeper Zheng, are you poor and crazy?"