Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

It's the middle of the month again.

Wang Qiye unfolded a piece of letter paper on the desk.

I racked my brains and finally dared to put pen to paper.

Dear Senior Sister Lan Lingxin

Nothing happened this month.

Well, after seeing the two lines of words written, Wang Qiye was quite satisfied. He folded them and put them in an envelope, then stood up and walked towards the back garden.

Arriving at the mail delivery place, he placed a letter and a spiritual stone on the counter. In half a month, the six-month injury leave will end. In the future, he will have to cut bamboo to earn spiritual stones. The days when he could earn spiritual stones without working every month made him miss them. Although he only had two spiritual stones a month, one for mailing letters and one for paying the monthly rent at Baishitang, Wang Qiye also got to know the tip of the iceberg of this immortal cultivation civilization.

Among them, Wang Qiye particularly liked to read those random notes, and did not pay much attention to those insights into martial arts. These insights into martial arts were not worthy of being put on the table of the "Martial Arts Building". It was a waste of time to read them. However, the monthly rent of the "Martial Arts Building" was ten spirit stones, and few menial disciples could afford it.

Although this world of cultivation has also experienced several waves of ups and downs of the righteous and evil ways, and the techniques have been lost or incomplete. But as long as there is a firm heart towards the Tao, there will always be people with extraordinary talents who will create or complete the techniques. There are so many new cultivators, and they can live for hundreds or thousands of years. Therefore, in their later years, in addition to leaving spiritual stones and family property to their descendants, cultivators want to find their own successors. The cultivators have worked hard all their lives to study, so they are naturally unwilling to admit that the techniques they have studied are worse than others. What they cannot accept is that the things they have been thinking about are gone with them.

Of those monks who didn't find a successor during their lifetime, half of them would leave behind a legend of treasures, waiting for the right person. The remaining half would store their skills and insights in various sects and academies. This would increase the chance of finding a successor. What's more, some would store their skills in every sect and academy, casting a wide net. They didn't ask for anyone to use their skills, but just to let those people see what they had studied for more than a hundred years, and it would be worth their life.

A drop of water forms a mountain.

There are tens of thousands of different versions of the fireball spell.

Everyone has their own path to take.

If you follow other people's paths, you will never reach the highest peak in your life.

Only by learning from the achievements of others can you forge your own path.

Only then can one prove the truth through skills.

"Junior brother, who are you sending to? Where are you sending to?"

The steward brother saw him in a daze and asked.

Wang Qiye finally came to his senses and thought that he had been thinking too far ahead.

"Qingfengya, Lan Lingxin, I'm in trouble, Senior Brother."

The steward wrote the labels and stuffed them into the leg tube of a bird. This time the bird was changed to a large owl. The bird seemed to understand something, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.

“It will be delivered tonight.”

The steward brother said with a smile.

"Thank you, Senior Brother. Goodbye."

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The next afternoon, Wang Qiye stayed in Baiwen Hall as usual. At this time, Wang Qiye was the only one in Baiwen Hall. The other junior brothers and sisters either went to the Miscellaneous Hall to receive tasks in the afternoon, or went up the mountain to cut bamboo to exchange for spirit stones.

It has been five and a half months since I came here, Wang Qiye sighed. In just five months, I have already forgotten the longing for the old days. When I first came here, I was a little confused and expectant. When I realized that I didn't have a cheat code, I was really desperate and collapsed. After slowly settling down, Wang Qiye liked the life here. Here he can drive a Gundam, tease his senior sister, and also, he can write letters.

Putting down the book in his hand, it was already dinner time. Wang Qiye came to the canteen, looked at the food he liked, and added it himself. He sat down and took a few bites when Li Erhu sat next to him.

"Li Erhu, why did you get off work so early today?"

"Hey, today our group has completed a weapon. The elders gave each of us a spiritual stone as a reward, and those who didn't complete the task by the deadline were not asked to work overtime, and they let us go."

"That's great. Forging iron earns 10 spirit stones a month, and whoever succeeds will be rewarded 10 spirit stones each. It's much better than cutting bamboo."

Wang Qiye was sincerely happy for him.

"You should also read those medical books and try to pass the alchemy exam as soon as possible so that you can get a high salary of ten yuan a month."

Li Erhu didn't know that after two months of blacksmithing, he had gained strength and spoke louder.

"No hope. Alchemy requires practice to gain true knowledge. Now my strength is low and I don't dare to go down the mountain to dig for herbs. Oh, it's difficult."

Wang Qiye sighed.

"Indeed, the spiritual medicines on our mountains are limited in number and are not allowed to be dug. I heard that the secret realm is too dangerous. There are many good things in it, but you have to be alive to get them!!! Ten people go in, and five return. If you are unlucky, it is possible that none of the ten people come back."

"There are only two and a half months left before the year-end assessment. You can get 10 extra points for the six arts this time, so you're in pole position."

Wang Qiye couldn't help but sigh at Li Erhu's bad luck. Who of us is the time traveler? (The time for celebrating the New Year in Xiuzhen Civilization is different from that in the old days. Xiuzhen Civilization celebrated the emergence of the puppet castle "Fantasy Township" on that day and held the Demon Exorcism Ceremony. In order to commemorate this great day, later generations decided to continue the Demon Exorcism Ceremony, which is the New Year. This is only the festival of the righteous path. The demon path does not recognize this day, and some demon paths will take advantage of this day to cause trouble. Of course, the third month after the Demon Exorcism Ceremony is the annual feast of the demon path, the Crazy Demon Festival. Some righteous people will also seize the opportunity on this day.)

"How are you preparing? It will be November after the New Year this year. After the protection period, you will also have to go."

"Nine times out of ten."

Wang Qiye patted Wentian behind him.

"Ah."

Li Erhu was relieved after seeing this. He relied on his fists to fight last year and he would have to rely on them again this year. However, he would have boxing gloves in another year.

After they finished eating, they went their separate ways.

Wang Qiye did not return to his own cabin, but went directly to the mail room.

"Brother, you are polite. Do you have a letter for me? I am Wang Qiye."

Wang Qiye bowed to the brother at the counter, and inevitably became a little nervous after saying this.

"Wait a minute, let me look for it."

"Hey, I found it. Take it, Junior Brother."

Wang Qiye was extremely happy at the moment

"Thank you, brother. Thank you, brother."

After getting the letter and returning to his residence, Wang Qiye did not rush to open it and read it. Instead, he rested his head on his arms, put his feet on the desk, rocked in his chair, and looked at the bright moon outside the window. He really wanted to grow up quickly! ! ! He hummed an old song.

suddenly grew up in an instant

Like a painting blurred by the hand of time

Where are we going?

The question is so stupid, who can answer it?

Miss you never speak

It's too late to say goodbye, so noisy

Good answers can also be biased

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(The song hummed by Wang Qiye is now available on some platforms. It was recorded today. If you want to listen to it, please search for Daju.)