Chapter 159 The 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 long, 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, and he will help others solve their 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, my dad said that this game is similar to " "Human Emperor Realm" is very similar, but it's a pity that I have never died, so I don't know."

Lin Yuan glanced at Zhang Ting and felt that only Zhang Ting could say such weird words.

But seeing how immersed Zhang Ting was in playing, he also became interested and asked curiously: "Is this game fun?"

"It's not bad. It's a little worse than Fang Wai's games, but it's much better than the games in the Refining Pavilion. Isn't there no Shen Tong Network here? I'll just use this game to kill some 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 gone through systematic study and do not know the psychology of players. They are almost all skin-changing games.

Occasionally, one or two games will improve, and the creators will continue to add paid features to them like crazy, and then no one will pay attention to them in a short period of time.

But if it's this type of game, it's okay, 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 if the team members pass the review can the game be put online on the Jade Slip. I wonder 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."

"Yeah, got it."

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, "You kid, be more honest."

Zhang Ting responded unceremoniously: "If you do this again, I will go back and sue 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?"

"I'm here early. Go to the Sutra Pavilion under the table. 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 Taoist robe, but he still had a simple atmosphere.

Seeing that everyone had come, he said with a smile: "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 is Upright Leadership, Ten Thousand Methods It is jointly formulated by Zongxian Master and Shennonggu Immortal Master, including the history of Shennong Valley, Shennong Valley magic, and Taoist knowledge. Each link has two parts: knowledge and practice. Please pay attention."

"We are pressed for time, so we will use some special methods. Now, let me talk about the history of Shennong Valley first. Let's start with the life of our ancestors."

The school was a little stuffy, and the formation used to maintain the temperature seemed not to be activated, making every disciple a little drowsy.

And Lao Liu's teaching skills can only be described as tragedy.

There was no fluctuation in his voice, and every word seemed to be composed of sleeping talismans, making the listeners more and more bored.

Moreover, the history he talked about was also very boring. For the first half hour, he was talking about the childhood of the founding father, from the age of one 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 onto the desk and slept peacefully.

Not long after, there was another muffled sound, and a disciple fell on the desk again and fell into a deep sleep.

The sounds of desks being smashed were heard one after another, 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 crossed his arms, his head nodding rhythmically like a chicken pecking at rice, and slept 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 be to let the disciples enter the dream world, but he really couldn't sleep.

Lao Liu should have used some kind of magic when he was giving lectures. This kind of magic could quickly put the disciples to sleep and then teach them in their dreams.

It's just that the ancient god's resistance in this aspect is too strong, and ordinary methods can hardly make him fall asleep.

"Could it be that I can only learn by myself?"

Just when Lin Yuan was thinking about where to start with self-study, he heard a voice ringing in his ear: "This young friend, can you come over and talk?"

Turning his head, Lin Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and found that the other party was actually the statue of the ancestor in the square.

Standing up, he walked towards the statue.

With every step, the surrounding scenery changed.

When he walked in front of the statue, he found that he had come to the wild.

There were golden wheat everywhere, and the air was filled with fresh wheat fragrance. The breeze blew, and the wheat waves rolled towards the distance like sea waves until they disappeared on the other side of the horizon.

And in front of him, an old farmer was leaning over to cut wheat.

The other party did not use any magic, but just harvested wheat with his hands, but his movements were not slow at all.

After harvesting the one-acre wheat field in front of him, he stood up, rubbed his sore waist, wiped the sweat on his head with a sweat towel, and then turned to Lin Yuan and said: "I'm sorry, my friend, this wheat must be harvested now, otherwise the wheat rice will not taste good."

Lin Yuan also bowed his hands, saluted and asked: "You are the God of Agriculture in Shennong Valley, I am honored to meet you, senior."

"No, no."

The God of Agriculture hurriedly returned the greeting, and then said with a smile: "I can't tell what kind of god you are, I only know that your strength is very strong. You call me senior, but it's a bit of flattery."

When Lin Yuan came to Shennong Valley, the God of Agriculture found that this person seemed to be a great god.

The human figure in front of him should be just a little existence of the other party. As for how big the main body is, he didn't dare to detect it. He only knew that it was very strong and had no malice.

After pouring a pot of muddy wine, the God of Agriculture invited Lin Yuan to sit down, and then said: "I have nothing else to treat you, so I can only give you a glass of muddy wine. Please don't be disgusted."

"You are too polite, God of Agriculture."

Sitting down and picking up the wine glass, Lin Yuan found that the wine was indeed a bit turbid, and there was still some wine yeast in it.

Although it didn't look good, the wine exuded a sweet fragrance, and it was soft and sweet in the mouth. Even without the side dishes, it was still unsatisfying.

Licking the corner of his mouth, Lin Yuan just put down the empty bowl, and the wine automatically emerged in the bowl.

Let Lin Yuan continue drinking, the God of Agriculture said: "My disciples' magic can't make you fall asleep. If you are interested, I will take his place and teach you these lessons, okay?"

"Will it be too much trouble for you?"

"No trouble, there is a gap between gods and humans, I have a lot to say, but unfortunately even my closest descendants don't have many opportunities to hear it. Now I have a chance to say a few words, just think of it as chatting with me, an old man."

"Thank you very much."

The God of Agriculture smiled slightly, didn't ask too many things, and started teaching directly.

The thinking angle of the gods is completely different from that of ordinary people. Many things can be left to nature, without asking too much.

Unlike Lao Liu, the God of Agriculture gave lectures in a leisurely manner. He had experienced a lot of history, which sounded particularly immersive.

Drinking wine and looking at the endless wheat fields, Lin Yuan seemed to have walked into the memory of the God of Agriculture and saw that long time.