I Just Want To Farm

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The climate with thousands of feet and thousands of veins is strange and difficult to distinguish. Compared with the stable four seasons in the ordinary world, its spring flowers and autumn moon come so abruptly, as if overnight. ． ． Met the snow.

Since Qin Yu received the telegram from the Golden Eagle yesterday evening, he woke up the next morning and opened the window, only to see heavy snowflakes flying outside.

Winter is here.

so abrupt.

Not at all foreseeable.

"Is winter coming?" Qin Yu suddenly remembered the core saying of a well-known TV series.

It really fits Wuque's increasingly urgent crisis situation.

And this evening talk by true disciples is also an emergency meeting exclusively for true disciples since Wuque was founded—in a sense, the most distinctive feature of true disciples that distinguishes them from outer or inner disciples is not rewards, but It is authority, they have administrative power independent of the management groups above the elder class.

It stands to reason that a sect is still a company or an organization, and the higher-ups are not very happy that the lower departments have cross-authority or become independent, and hope that the lower departments are all loyal to the line.

But Wuque is a bit strange.

It pays more attention to cultivating students' soft abilities - such as the ability to deal with emergencies of the sect.

After all, these are the core of the future of the sect. In case a building above the sect collapses, they must replace it as soon as possible, and they must also cultivate their tacit understanding and friendship when they were young. , or it was created by working together, this is Wuque's vision.

However, the sudden snowfall was not a good sign, although it was very beautiful.

The quilt rolled around in a ball at the back, and the fat cat's paws stretched out, and touched the bed, but he couldn't find anyone he could usually touch. He poked his head out in a daze, and saw Qin Yu standing in front of the window in his clothes , "Ah, Yuyu, what's the matter with you, have you got up for breakfast? Huh, it's so cold."

Qin Yu turned around and let him see the beautiful snow outside, Jiaojiao was surprised, "Wow, is it snowing?"

"Go out and play."

"No, no, it's so cold, I want to lie in bed, so I won't play."

"Aren't you going to make a snowman?"

"It's for children, I've stopped playing with it a long time ago! No one can separate me from the quilt!"

"oh."

Three minutes later, Qin Yu drank a glass of wine, changed his clothes, and walked out the door with his coat on.

"Let's go, fat man."

"Come on come on."

In the white snow, the fat blue-and-white cat slipped out of the snow nest, and flung its hair while running, snowflakes flying sword, short legs rattling, afterimages, and caught up with Qin Yu in two or three strokes. Jumping from behind to Qin Yu's shoulder, he slid down, Qin Yu caught him, and walked with him in the wind and snow.

Behind them, in the white snow, dozens of snowmen, big and small, are piled up everywhere, with tree branch plugs and carrots sticking into their noses.

The green mountains are like Daisy, the silver robes cover the mountains, the peak spears are cold and cold, and the snow is warm and drunk with sake.

Under such a vague and dreamy snow scene, they look so-ugly.

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Zhanlan was waiting on the small floating peak outside Gudao Peak, wearing a blue and white snow robe, and the big yellow duck in front of him was rolling in the snowdrift.

You can also let the ducks play, it seems that the mentality has adjusted.

Seeing Qin Yu coming, the blue eyebrows and eyes stretched a little bit, and said: "You and I are both newcomers to the real biography, this time around the stove, the evening conversation is probably dominated by those in front, you... When the time comes, cut it." Don't meddle."

It wasn't that Zhanlan didn't want Qin Yu to get involved in this matter, but that his cultivation base was too low to be involved.

She was involved because she was involved, but Qin Yu was different.

"Your identity is special after all." Zhan Lan lowered her voice, her eyes were soft.

She was afraid that Qin Yu would be used and became a pawn. If she died in some of the actions set by the night chat around the stove, it would not be impossible--and could it be the purpose of other true disciples?

Zhanlan doesn't think too badly of people, but she doesn't trust people completely either.

"I understand, I don't intend to participate, at most I'll give you a little support." Qin Yu smiled, and flew up with Zhanlan's sword, shuttling through the wind and snow.

The meeting of the evening chat around the stove was at night, and Qin Yu and the two were juniors, so it was not appropriate to be late, but it was also meaningless if it was too early.

"The meeting place for the round-the-fire night talk is not fixed, but among the thousands of mountains and mountains, there is always a place in the mountains that is surrounded by the fire, but no one knows where it will be every time. The last session, that is, Three hundred years ago, it was scheduled for the 34th meridian, but this time it was the 9th meridian."

The ninth vein is already close to some forbidden areas of Wuque Core.

Qin Yu and the others took the cat and the duck to the foot of the Ninth Mountains for a long time, and at noon they saw Xie Shuling and Yan Zhao who had arrived.

The two caught a few fish and a fat pheasant at random, cooked them briefly, and the four of them sat by the snowy stream and chatted around the stove at night.

In fact, the last and previous rounds of fire chats were the core of the sect, and they were not passed on to the outside world. At that time, there was nothing to do with the four of them, because they were not born yet.

There is nothing to inquire about this secret. What Qin Yu wants to know is these true disciples—I am afraid that some of them participated in the previous session.

For example, Yun Chuxiu, the second true disciple of Breaking Armor Peak, and fifth Daoling, the first true disciple of Breaking Armor, in front of her.

"Fifth Dao Ling is not only the number one in the Armor-breaking Peak, but also the number one in the true biography of Wufeng. He was also the number one person in charge of the last round of the evening chat."

"Following that is the second true biography of the five peaks, Fang Yourong, and Fang Yourong is the first true biography of the main peak."

"The first and second positions of these two people have basically been fixed over the years, and they have not changed in many true biography competitions. You all know the next three, Yun Chuxiu, and the other two are the first true biography Fei Xi of Meteor Peak. , Jingdongmen, the first true biography of Chaoyang Peak."

These five people are the representatives of Wuque peak talents, and they are also the second-class leadership class after the ruling class such as the five peak masters and the heads.

"Ah, that sounds amazing." Qin Yu's words were sincere.

To dominate in a place with such a high density of talents as Wuque, these five people are definitely evildoers who have been killed by talent and hard work.

"It's very powerful." Xie Shuling took a chicken wing handed over by Qin Yu. She was a little disgusted, but she still took a bite and said, "You have been a Nascent Soul for nineteen years. You are very powerful. How weak are they."

The implication is that these five people are basically people who gave birth early within nineteen years.

Therefore, cultivation is more capable of using "talent" to piss off an individual's system than the college entrance examination.

Talent is good, drinking water every day can go to heaven.

But no matter how powerful these five people are, they are all strong men who have achieved fame for hundreds of years. Strictly speaking, they are not considered disciples, and they can't get along with them. Difficult to meet.

At least since the 19th annual meeting, not to mention Qin Yu who didn't go before, it was Xie Shuling. ． ． ．

"It's even more impossible for her to pull. She basically spent nineteen years and nineteen times in jail."

Yan Zhao unceremoniously exposed Xie Shuling's dark history, and quickly added before Xie Shuling wanted to beat him: "But I haven't seen them, most of them have experienced outside, and I don't know how many of them will come back from this evening chat." .”

After all, it was too urgent.

Qin Yu turned the grilled fish and handed it to Jiaojiao, with light eyebrows, he glanced at the snow-capped mountains in the southeast.