Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 159: Long Time (35)

I don’t know why, but Lin Yuan feels that he and Zhang Ting have some affinity.

And Zhang Ting seems to have a similar feeling. She would come over to join in the fun whenever she has time, and would also like to share any good things she has.

Although they had not been together for a long time, Lin Yuan discovered that Zhang Ting seemed to be a person with unique values.

For example, he will not embezzle other people's things, he will share interesting things with others, and he will help others solve problems.

But in the game, his bottom line becomes unfathomable, and he is the kind of person who clearly separates virtual and reality.

Now, he was playing the game beside Lin Yuan while saying, "Why isn't there any other characters in this game? I really want to enslave other characters to work for me. Also, my dad said this game is very similar to "Human Emperor Realm", but unfortunately I've never died, so I don't know."

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

However, seeing how devoted Zhang Ting was to the game, he also became interested and asked curiously, "Is this game fun?"

"It's OK. It's not as good as the games in Fangwai, but much better than the games in Lianqie Pavilion. There's no Shentong Network here, so I'll just use this game to kill time."

Hearing Zhang Ting say this, Lin Yuan also thought of some messages that Lu Changtian had sent him before.

Ever since the gaming jade slips became popular, more and more cultivators have started to create games based on the gaming jade slips.

However, they have not received any systematic training, nor do they understand the psychology of players, and most of them are just reskin games.

Occasionally, one or two games become popular, and the developers will go crazy and keep adding paid gameplay to them, and then no one will be interested in them in a very short time.

However, if it is this type of game, it would be fine, but some producers add a lot of not-so-good things in order to attract attention, which is a bit troublesome.

The game has just started, and Lin Yuan doesn't want the game to be labeled as pornographic and violent from the beginning.

At that time, I suggested to Lu Changtian that he organize a game review team. The game jade slip could only be put online after the team members passed the review. I don’t know how his preparations are going.

Just when Lin Yuan was lost in thought, Liu Xiaoqiang and Ding Dazhuang came in and said to the two of them, "You are still playing. Let's go. Class is 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 recalled 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 attend classes every day and have one day off after a month.

Before entering, inspectors such as Wang Jiu stood guard at the door and carefully checked the bamboo slips of each disciple with magic tools, only letting them in after ensuring that there were no problems.

When checking Zhang Ting, Wang Jiu lowered his voice and said, "Behave yourself, kid."

Zhang Ting also responded bluntly: "If you do this again, I will go back and sue my grandfather."

"That's what your grandfather told me to say!"

"Your grandfather is right." Zhang Ting's father's voice rang out from the Human Emperor Flag.

Zhang Ting was shocked: "Dad? When did you come?"

"I came early. Go under the table in the Sutra Library. There are the bamboo slips he hid there."

"No!"

Lin Yuan, who was watching everything, felt that this family was so weird.

The person in charge of teaching was the foundation-building cultivator from Shennong Valley whom they had met before. He was now wearing a Taoist robe, but still had a rustic air.

Seeing that everyone was present, he smiled and said, "Everyone, we have already met. You can just call me Lao Liu. I will lead you in your studies this month. The course of study was jointly formulated by the leader of the Orthodox Sect, the Immortal Master of the 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 Daojue. 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 our ancestor."

This school was a bit stuffy, and the formation used to maintain a constant temperature didn't seem to be activated, making every disciple feel a bit drowsy.

Lao Liu’s teaching skills can only be described as tragic.

His voice was flat and each word seemed to be composed of sleeping talismans, making the listeners feel increasingly bored.

Moreover, the history he narrated was very boring. He spent the first half hour talking about the childhood of the founder, from the age of one to seven, and he had not yet finished.

Sleeping in class is something that the disciples of Wanfa Sect cannot tolerate, but this time it is really unbearable.

With a muffled sound, a disciple fell directly on the desk and slept quite peacefully. Not long after, another muffled sound was heard, and another disciple fell on the desk and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of desks being smashed continued, and soon, Lin Yuan was the only one left sitting in the classroom.

Looking at the situation around him, Lin Yuan felt that he also needed to lie down, otherwise it would be impolite.

What’s even more bizarre is that Lao Liu also fell asleep.

He crossed his arms over his chest, nodding his head rhythmically like a chick pecking at rice, and was sleeping soundly leaning against the chair.

He placed a bamboo slip in front of him, which contained a hypnotic sound.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yuan roughly guessed that the so-called special teaching method should be to let the disciples enter the dream state, but he really couldn't sleep.

When Lao Liu was giving lectures, he must have used some kind of magic that could make his disciples fall asleep quickly and then teach them in their dreams.

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

"Could it be that I can only learn on my own?"

Just as Lin Yuan was thinking about where to start with self-study, he heard a voice beside his ear: "My dear friend, can you come over and have a chat?"

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 you take, the surrounding scenery changes.

When he reached the statue, he found himself in the wild.

Golden wheat is everywhere, and the air is filled with the fresh aroma of wheat. When the breeze blows, the wheat waves roll towards the distance like sea waves until they disappear on the other side of the horizon.

In front of him, an old farmer was bending over to cut wheat.

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

After he finished harvesting the one-acre wheat field in front of him, he stood up, rubbed his sore waist, wiped the sweat off 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 and asked, "You are the God of Agriculture of Shennong Valley, right? Nice to meet you, Senior."

"It can't be done."

The God of Agriculture quickly returned the greeting, then said with a smile: "I can't tell what kind of god you are, I only know that you are very powerful. Calling me senior is a bit of flattery."

When Lin Yuan arrived at Shennong Valley, the God of Agriculture discovered that this person also seemed to be a great god.

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

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 offer you, Excellency. I can only offer you a glass of muddy wine. Please don't be disgusted."

"You're welcome, 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 some yeast in it.

Although it doesn't look good, the wine has a sweet aroma and tastes soft and sweet. Even without any side dishes, it is still very satisfying.

After licking the corner of his mouth, Lin Yuangang put down the empty bowl, and wine automatically appeared in the bowl.

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

"Would it be too much trouble for you?"

"No need to bother. There is a huge gap between gods and humans. I have a lot to say, but unfortunately even my closest descendants don't have many chances to hear it. Now that you have a chance to say a few words, just think of it as chatting with an old man like me."

"Thank you very much."

The God of Agriculture smiled slightly, did not ask too many questions, and started teaching directly.

The thinking perspective of gods is completely different from that of ordinary people. For many things, just let nature take its course and there is no need to ask too many questions.

Unlike Lao Liu, Nong Shen’s lectures are told in a leisurely manner, and a lot of history is something he has experienced personally, so it sounds 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 ago.

(End of this chapter)