I Just Want To Farm

which? Qin Yu turned his head to look, and saw a certain woman who looked very outstanding among the group of white-clothed disciples coming up the mountain road below.

"Calculate."

"It's okay to be kind."

The vernacular is - damn, that woman is just so-so.

Jinbi was online again, just in time to hear the conversation between the two.

——I connected the wrong system? The target is wrong?

Shut up you!

As Qin Yu said, she got out of the forest and went up the mountain. Jiaojiao keenly noticed that her little Yuyu was faster, as if she wanted to register in front to avoid some people.

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"Young Master Xiao Yu?" At the entrance of the Qinghuang Mountain Gate, the person in charge of registration looked at Qin Yu a few times, the hand holding the pen paused, and he made eye contact with the people beside him, as if hesitating.

Such hesitation caused some people around to whisper, and Qin Yu, who was holding the cat, didn't speak. She had already passed the stage of being afraid of being judged by others.

But Qinghuang Mountain has reservations about her, not because of her identity as a flower picker, but because of Qin Shaoyu's death.

"What? Why stop the registration?" Apparently someone came to the mountain gate. He was about the same age as Qin Shaoyu, and it was Jiang Ming, one of Qin Lin's disciples. "Mr. Yu, I don't know if you want to participate in the martial arts conference, or..."

The implication is that if you don't participate in the martial arts conference, you will be under the supervision of Qinghuang Mountain like everyone else, will you feel superior?

Ah!

Qin Yu didn't have the slightest liking for the original owner's Qin family, so she glanced at the other people and asked, "Will Xiang Lin come?"

Jiang Ming was stunned, and subconsciously frowned, "The matter of the prime minister... the suzerain hasn't issued an order yet, and you..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yu slapped the Prime Minister's order on the table, "Now, he's here."

Everyone was shocked!

When the members of the Qinghuang Mountain Gate were embarrassed and fearful, Qin Yu turned his head to look at the registrant, tapped his finger on the table, "What to look at, remember!"

The look in his eyes was so cold and devilish, the registrant trembled and hurriedly wrote down his name.

Qin Yu ticked the government order with his fingertips, looked at Jiang Ming, "Arrange a better place for me, I like quietness."

Jiang Ming: "..."

When are they? Will you be so obedient?

In fact. ． ． meeting.

Because this person in front of you is from Lin Heng, of course, you can also say that the Qin family has a daughter who is Lin Heng's wife, but I'm sorry, he is widowed, his wife died, and there is no body left. And anyone with eyes knows that the Qin family and the Xiangfu were not equal from the beginning. It was the Qin family who sold their daughters to seek relationships, and Lin Heng was very close to the Qin family, without much friendship. After reading it, he was extremely ruthless and showed no mercy to Qinghuang Mountain, otherwise you would think why the recent ridicule of Qinghuang Mountain in the world has become more and more intense.

But Mr. Xiaoyu is different, he is now a celebrity in front of the Xiangye, holding a government order that Lin Heng seldom gives to anyone, it is equivalent to a confidant of the first line of relatives.

So Qinghuang Mountain had to eat this breath no matter what.

And it has to be seen that they eat willingly.

So Jiang Ming squeezed out a smile, and was about to say some beautiful words, when one of his younger brothers couldn't hold back, and said viciously: "What are you arrogant, just holding a chicken feather as an arrow."

All the people present are practicing martial arts, and their hearing ability is really good, so the atmosphere is very lively. ． ．

Qin Yu: "Do you think Lin Heng is a chicken?"

Fuck, this is powerful.

If the atmosphere was weird and subtle just now, it is dead silent now.

The expressions of the people in Qinghuang Mountain were as if they had eaten shit, especially the little junior who almost wanted to show his soul to express his three consecutive nos.

Jiang Ming was so cheeky that he was about to laugh, he explained in various polite ways, put his body down again and again, and angrily scolded the younger brother with a cold face, asking the latter to apologize seriously. ． ． ．

Qin Yu looked at her coldly, noncommittal, and didn't want to waste time on these fools, but she still didn't seem to be able to leave in time.

The people from the Misty Gate are here.

Jiang Muchen picked up the people halfway up the mountain. When they came up, they saw Qin Yu, but they were embarrassed to call out. It was not because they were afraid that they would be criticized, but because they realized that Qin Yu's Lin faction could not deal with Wen Lingyun's, so he He didn't speak, but thinking of what Qin Yu said just now, he tried his best to press the corner of his mouth.

Is Lin Heng a chicken?

Who dares to respond!

Shangwen Lingyun naturally heard it too. Among the disciples of the Misty Sect, she is the most eye-catching, but the purpose of her martial arts is well known, and she does not compete for martial arts, so she has a somewhat dissociated posture. Without compromising her appearance, when everyone was looking at her, she glanced at Qin Yu with a calm expression and no reaction.

Leng Bailian, nothing changed, Qin Yu thought to himself, feeling a little relieved, and left.

half an hour later.

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Knock, knock, the door was knocked.

"Why are you here!!" Qin Yu opened the door and saw Shangwen Lingyun. She had just focused on her cultivation and asked Jiaojiao to monitor this area instead of herself, but the fat man obviously didn't warn.

Jiaojiao, who was dozing under the quilt as a drunken imperial concubine, raised her tail and scratched her plump buttocks, "You mean a dangerous person is coming, is this big beauty dangerous?"

Qin Yu glanced at him with cold eyes.

Jiaojiao felt that her skin was thin and tender, but he was hairy, so she resisted Qin Yu's death eyes, "Oh, Yuyu, I just want to give you a surprise! And even if I warn you, she won't come Is it? Or are you capable of not seeing her? "

Did this fat man specialize in how to tease her in hell?

Qin Yu had no choice but to open the door and express his shock.

Under the sun, Shangwen Lingyun seems to be a little more beautiful than when she was in the imperial capital. Perhaps the real beauty has always accumulated beauty and temperament due to age, not to mention that the daughter of the first family is still wearing a self-cultivating and heroic Ethereal Gate today. Martial clothing.

"Your eyes and ears have always been better than others, I still know this, don't pretend to be ignorant of my arrival."

Shangwen Lingyun's tone was light.

Qin Yu leaned against the door and glanced behind her. It was quiet here, and there was no one there, and there was no one behind her.

"Interesting, you will never live next door to me."

"right."

Qin Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Qinghuang Mountain is not afraid of what a flower picker like me will do to you, the number one beauty in the imperial capital?"

This is teasing? Shangwen Lingyun's eyes were dim, "What do you want to do?"

Whoops! What did this woman do at the Misty Gate? Is this teasing her?

She really likes to fight with people, it's a thorn in the door, right?

Qin Yu was about to turn back, when Wen Lingyun added, "What can you do?"

what can you do. ． ．

you can. ． ?

no, you can not.

Qin Yu heard the hidden meaning in her words every minute, oh, she's false, she can't, this f*cking Xiao Tiantian's nonsense has spread to the Misty Gate?

If this is a real man, even if he is not the domineering president Jack Su, he still has to put his arms around the waist and press this woman against the wall without saying a word.

But Qin Yu wasn't.

So why did this woman change her normal routine and say such things? Yes or no. ． ． Testing her?

Hey, what about practicing martial arts and fitness? You wonder what I am a flower picker doing.

Qin Yu's brain hurts.