Global Cards: I Create the Oriental Mythology Card Group

"Xie Wenyuan..."

The next moment, Ji Nian's mind quickly flashed the image of that kind and gentle man who made him feel extremely dangerous, his eyes moved slightly, and he nodded slightly.

"You don't need to be too vigilant at ordinary times. For now, he is still your teacher, and the only one who can be justified in the old nest of the Taoyuan Card Creator Association."

"If he gives you benefits, you should follow. You should listen carefully to his lectures. Just don't be fooled into limping."

Uncle Dong spoke slowly, seeing Ji Nian's solemn expression, he couldn't help saying:

"Students have to be obedient. If this is replaced by Su Wen's gang of veterans, I'm afraid they would have already said 'impossible', 'absolutely impossible', 'how could Lao Xie have a problem' and choked on me I got up, and then I slapped him under the coffee table."

"Okay, that's great."

Uncle Dong nodded in satisfaction, and after a few more instructions, he disappeared in place without leaving a trace.

Dark Crow, who was squatting on the branch of the old locust tree outside the villa, also tilted his head to look at Ji Nian's villa at this time, always feeling something strange.

It's just that its limited wisdom doesn't allow it to think too much.

Therefore, it only took a few glances before looking elsewhere.

"It's a great harvest."

In the bedroom, Ji Nian couldn't help but feel joy when he looked at the two materials sent by Uncle Dong.

"You don't have to do anything, you can get the material... Is this the daily life of Yao Yuan, Yoyo and the rich n-generations?"

"It's no wonder they don't care about the materials sent by the training party... eh..."

A possibility suddenly flashed in Ji Nian's mind: "I'm not the 'poverty alleviation target' selected by the training party, right? I seem to be the only one who needs these materials among the trainees, and everyone else has family to help prepare..."

"Wait, Chen Yuan also lives in Happy Homeland, and his family situation should not be that good. He is indeed a good brother, and he has to accompany me even in the matter of being poor."

Thinking of this, Ji Nian couldn't help but sigh.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded..."

"Boom!"

Just halfway through the year, it was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Ji Nian stepped on his slippers and went straight downstairs.

Just then someone outside the door said loudly: "Xiao Nian, it's me."

"Uncle Yuan?"

Ji Nian recognized Xie Wenyuan's voice, and subconsciously responded.

What Wang Jindong said just now flashed through his mind, and his eyes couldn't help but move slightly.

But when he came to the door, he quickly adjusted his mood, and when he opened the door, he showed a very sincere smile: "Uncle Yuan, you haven't rested so late?"

"I just came back from sending people off and saw that the lights in your house were still on, so I came over to have a look." Xie Wenyuan pushed his glasses and said with a light smile.

"I see that you have been listening to the lectures very seriously during this period of time, and every time you ask a question, you have asked the right point. Why, do you already have the idea of ​​​​creating the first set of field cards?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the sofa.

"I have some preliminary ideas, but it's hard to say whether it will be successful."

Ji Nian said modestly, took a paper cup from the coffee table, and poured Xie Wenyuan a glass of water.

"Thank you." Xie Wenyuan was still as gentle as ever, and couldn't be more polite.

Just from the surface, this is really a good person, with a convincing magic in his speech and demeanor.

But for some reason, long before Uncle Dong mentioned that he might have a problem, Ji Nian felt something was wrong with him.

But in the final analysis, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and he was very good to him, so the superficial respect still had to be maintained.

"You are always so humble."

Xie Wenyuan's words pulled Ji Nian out of his thoughts:

"When I was your age, I created the first card in my life. It was just a white card, and I was already so happy. If I were like you, and the blue card was issued casually, I am afraid that the whole Taoyuan would pretend Don’t leave me alone, haha.”

Ji Nian listened attentively to the other party's words, and couldn't help asking: "Is Mr. Xie a native of Taoyuan?"

"Yes, native."

Xie Wenyuan sat in the position where Uncle Dong had just sat, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes quickly swept across the living room, as if he was catching something.

"Xiao Nian, did someone come to your house just now?" He suddenly asked.

"In the morning, a classmate came to me for training..." Ji Nian said with some "doubts", "What's wrong, Uncle Yuan."

"nothing."

Xie Wenyuan smiled and said nothing more.

He only reached into his jacket pocket, and finally took out a material card with a blue border and put it on the coffee table.

"I found it last night when I was sorting out the material package. I don't know when it was left over. Xiaonian, you can see if you can use it..."

He pushed the materials to Ji Nian, and said softly: "Although scene materials are not necessary in the creation of field cards, they can also increase the probability of becoming cards to a large extent, and will also attach more cards to cards. For the outstanding skill traits..."

"Take it."

After saying the last sentence, Xie Wenyuan drank the warm water in the cup in one gulp.

Then, without waiting for Ji Nian's answer, he turned around and opened the door to leave, and soon disappeared into the vast night.

"Is Qi Ye's [Sight of Making Money] manifested? Why are the Gods of Wealth coming one after another?"

Ji Nian sighed, then lowered his head to look at the materials Xie Wenyuan gave him.

This is a blue product scene material card called [Dead Grass and Dry Poplars].

I saw that on the surface of the card wrapped in a dark blue frame, there was a ruined wall that was overgrown with weeds and densely covered with moss.

Through the broken wood and stone carvings on the ground, one can vaguely glimpse a magnificent hall.

However, under the ravages and promotion of the torrent of the times, this glory and brilliance finally turned into a piece of [decay grass and dry poplars].

"It's interesting."

Looking at the four small characters on the top of the card with a stylus and a silver hook, a chant of vicissitudes flashed in Ji Nian's mind:

"The shabby room is empty, and the bed was full of wats; the decayed grass and poplars were once a singing and dancing venue. The spider silk was full of carved beams, and the green gauze is now pasted on the tent windows. What do you say? Frost again? Yesterday the loess sent bones to the dragon head, and tonight the mandarin ducks lie under the red-lamp tent."

This sentence comes from "Good Song Notes", which is a classic poem in "A Dream of Red Mansions".

In the book, Zhen Shiyin sees the cruelty of the world and goes out to relax one day. He suddenly sees a lame Taoist singing "The Song of Goodness", and then he has an epiphany, and then writes "Notes to the Song of Goodness".

It means that everything in the past is a dream, the prosperity is easy to go, and all things are impermanent.

Ji Nian once watched the edited video of the 87 version of Dream of Red Mansions on the Internet with the audio of this excerpt as the background music. The feeling is as vast and solemn as the morning bell of an ancient temple, which is shocking.

"Let's keep this card for now..."

"If there is really no scene material that fits [Red and White Collision], then take out this card and use it..."

Thinking about it, Ji Nian carefully put away this material card.

Hey, sneak attack!

First chapter!