Chapter 159 A Long Time (35)
I don’t know why, but Lin Yuan feels that he and Zhang Ting have a certain affinity.
And Zhang Ting seems to have a similar feeling. He usually comes over to join in the fun when he has nothing to do, and he also wants to come over and share any good things.
Although they didn’t get along for a long time, Lin Yuan found that Zhang Ting seemed to be a person with unique values.
For example, he will not covet other people's things. He will share good things with others when he has them. He will also help others solve problems.
But in the game, his lower limit becomes unfathomable, and he is the kind of character who clearly separates virtuality and reality.
Now, while playing the game next to Lin Yuan, he said: "Why are there no other characters in this game? Now I really want to enslave other characters to work for me. Also, I Dad said this game is very similar to "Human Emperor Realm", but it's a pity that I haven't died, so I don't know."
Lin Yuan glanced at Zhang Ting and felt that only Zhang Ting could say such a weird thing.
But seeing Zhang Ting playing so immersed in the game, he also became interested and asked curiously: "Is this game fun?"
"It's not bad, compared to Fang Wai's The game is still a bit inferior, but it is much better than the game in Refining Pavilion. There is no Shentong Network here, so I will just use this game to pass the time.”
Hearing what Zhang Ting said, Lin Yuan also thought of some of the messages Lu Changtian had sent him before.
Since the Game Jade Slips became popular, more and more monks have made games based on the Game Jade Slips.
However, they have not studied systematically and do not know the psychology of players. They are almost all skin-changing games.
Occasionally, one or two games get better, and the creators continue to add paid gameplay like crazy, and then no one cares about them in a short period of time.
But if it is this type of game, it is fine, but some producers have added a lot of not-so-good things in order to attract people's attention, which is a bit troublesome.
The game has just started, and Lin Yuan does not want the game to be labeled as pornographic violence from the beginning.
At that time, I suggested that Lu Changtian organize a game review team. Only after the team members pass the review can the game be put online on the Jade Slip. I don’t know how his preparations are going.
Just when Lin Yuan was thinking a lot, Liu Xiaoqiang and Ding Dazhuang walked in and said to them: "You are still playing. Come on, classes are about to start."
"Yes, I understand."
Zhang Ting hid the bamboo slips under the table and walked out empty-handed.
Seeing the other party's skillful appearance, Lin Huan thought of his previous behavior of hiding his mobile phone and felt that time was really a cycle.
In Shennong Valley, the outer disciples of Wanfa Sect have to go to class every day, and will have a day off after a month.
Before entering, Wang Jiu and other inspectors stood guard at the door and carefully checked each disciple's bamboo slips with magical instruments to ensure that there were no problems before letting them go.
When he checked Zhang Ting, Wang Jiu lowered his voice and said, "Be honest, kid."
Zhang Ting also responded unceremoniously: "If you do this again, I will go back and sue you. My grandfather.”
"Grandpa You told me to say that!"
"Your grandpa is right." His father's voice rang out from Zhang Ting's Human Emperor Flag.
Zhang Ting was shocked: "Dad? When did you come?"
"You came early. Go to the table in the Sutra Pavilion. There are bamboo slips he hid there."
“No!”
Lin Yuan, who was watching everything, felt that this family was too weird.
The person in charge of teaching was the foundation-building monk from Shennong Valley whom they had met before. Now he had changed into a robe, but he still had a simple atmosphere.
Seeing that everyone was here, he smiled and said: "Everyone, we have met once, you can just call me Lao Liu. This month I will lead everyone to study. The course of this study It is jointly formulated by the upright leader, the Immortal Master of Wanfa Sect and the Immortal Master of Shennong Valley. It includes the history of Shennong Valley, the magic of Shennong Valley, and the relevant knowledge of Taoism. Each link has two parts: knowledge and practice. Please pay attention. . ”
“We are short on time, so we will use some special methods. Now, let me talk about the history of Shennong Valley. Let’s start with the life of the ancestor.”
This. The school was a bit stuffy, and the formation used to maintain the temperature didn't seem to be activated, making every disciple a little drowsy.
And Lao Liu's teaching skills can only be described as tragedy.
His voice had no fluctuation at all, and every word seemed to be made of sleeping talismans, making the listeners more and more bored.
And the history he talked about was also very boring. For the first half hour, he talked about the childhood of the founding father, from one year old to seven years old.
Sleeping in class is something that Wanfa Sect disciples cannot tolerate, but this time it was really unbearable.
With a muffled sound, a disciple fell directly on the desk, sleeping quite peacefully. Not long after, there was another muffled sound, and a disciple fell on the desk again and fell into a deep sleep.
The sound of smashing desks kept coming and going, and soon Lin Yuan was the only one sitting in the entire school.
Looking at the situation around him, Lin Yuan felt that he needed to lie down, otherwise it would be impolite.
What’s even weirder is that Lao Liu also fell asleep.
He folded his hands on his chest, his head nodding rhythmically like a chicken pecking at rice, and he was sleeping soundly while leaning on the chair.
He placed a bamboo slip in front of him, with hypnotic sounds playing inside.
Seeing this scene, Lin Yuan probably guessed that the so-called special teaching method should make the disciples enter dreams, but he really couldn't sleep.
Old Liu should have used some kind of magic when he was giving lectures. This kind of magic could quickly make his disciples fall asleep and then teach them in their dreams.
It’s just that the Ancient God’s resistance in this aspect is too strong, and it’s almost impossible to make himself fall asleep with ordinary techniques.
“Could it be that we can only learn by ourselves?”
Just when Lin Yuan was thinking about where to start with self-study, he heard a voice ringing in his ear: "This little friend, can you come over and talk about it?"
Turning his head, Lin Yuan looked in the direction of the sound. , and found that the other party was actually the statue of the Patriarch in the square.
Standing up, he walked towards the statue.
Every step you take, the surrounding scenery changes.
When he walked to the statue, he found that he had arrived in the wild.
There are golden wheat everywhere, and the air is filled with the fresh fragrance of wheat. The breeze blew, and the wheat waves rolled into the distance like ocean waves until they disappeared at the other end of the horizon.
In front of him, an old farmer was leaning over to cut wheat.
The opponent did not use any magic, he just harvested the wheat with his hands, but his movements were not slow at all.
After harvesting the one acre of wheat field in front of him, he straightened up, rubbed his sore waist, wiped the sweat from his head with a sweat towel, then turned to Lin Yuan and said: "I'm sorry. , My friend, this wheat must be harvested now, otherwise the wheat rice will not be delicious.”
Lin Yuan also bowed his hands and asked after saluting: “You are the God of Agriculture in Shennong Valley, right? I’ve met my senior.”
"You can't do it."
The God of Agriculture quickly returned the gift, and then said with a smile: "I can't tell what kind of god you are, I only know that you are very strong. You call me senior, but it's a bit ”
When Lin Yuan came to Shennong Valley, the God of Agriculture discovered that he seemed to be a great god.
The humanoid figure in front of him should only be a small presence of the other party. As for how huge the body was, he did not dare to detect it. He only knew that it was very strong and not malicious.
Pouring a pot of turbid wine, the God of Agriculture invited Lin Yuan to sit down, and then said: "I have nothing else to entertain you. I can only give you a glass of turbid wine. Please don't dislike it."
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"The God of Agriculture is welcome."
Sit down and pick up the wine glass. Lin Yuan found that the wine was indeed a bit turbid, and there was some distiller's yeast in it.
Although it doesn’t look good, the wine exudes a sweet aroma, and is soft and sweet in the mouth. Even without the accompanying dishes, it is still unsatisfactory.
Licking the corner of his mouth, Lin Yuangang put down the empty bowl, and the wine automatically appeared in the bowl.
Asking Lin Yuan to continue drinking, the God of Agriculture said: "My disciple's techniques cannot make you fall asleep. If you are interested, how about I take his place and teach you these lessons?"< br>
"Would it be too much trouble for you?"
"No, there is a gap between gods and humans. I have a lot to say, but it's a pity that even my closest descendants don't have much chance to listen. Come. Now that I have a chance to say a few words, just treat it as chatting with me, an old man.”
“Thank you very much.”
The God of Agriculture smiled and didn’t ask too much. Things, start teaching directly.
The thinking perspective of gods is completely different from that of ordinary people. For many things, you can just let nature take its course without asking too many questions.
Unlike Lao Liu, the God of Agriculture gave lectures in a eloquent manner. He had experienced a lot of history personally, which sounded particularly immersive.
Drinking wine and looking at the endless wheat fields, Lin Yuan seemed to have entered the memory of the God of Agriculture and saw the long time.
(End of this chapter)