Xiuxian Work Log

On July 7th of the Xian calendar year, the weather was cloudy.

I must be crazy!

How can I trust Hua Xiangrong so much?

Who should I believe?

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Lin Qingyue opened the door, and a sword passed across her cheek like a stream of light, pointing straight at Hua Xiangrong's vital point.

Lin Qingyue looked at Yang Zishen in confusion as he walked towards Hua Xiangrong with an ill-intentioned look.

So is this how you sword cultivators communicate with each other?

so scary~

A young man in white clothes with a red mole on his forehead walked in from the courtyard gate. Without even looking at Lin Qingyue, he rushed towards Hua Xiangrong.

Lin Qingyue spread his hands behind his back and shrugged speechlessly.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this guy. He never looks at her straight in the eye.

After Hua Xiangrong took over the Lan'an Temple, she threw the weeds in her hands aside, cleaned her hands with the Dust Cleansing Technique, and said to Yang Zishen, "Let's go sit down in front and talk."

"Gan'an!"

Lin Qingyue watched as the sharp sword with a serrated blade in Hua Xiangrong's hand turned in the air and fell into Yang Zishen's hands.

After taking the sword, Yang Zishen strode into the front hall. When Lin Qingyue arrived, he was already sitting upright in the main seat.

When he saw her come in, he glanced at her and then ignored her.

Lin Qingyue was speechless but didn't leave. She found a seat inside. After she and Hua Xiangrong went to the well yesterday, the task progressed from 1% to 10%.

For every 500% reached, the system will reward 1020 points, so she now has points.

She can be said to be quite wealthy.

The way she and the Broken Dust System get along these past two days is: they flirt with each other the first thing they do when they meet - work - and block each other after get off work.

My spirit has stabilized a lot...

Yang Zishen looked at Hua Xiangrong and went straight to the point.

"Where is the monster you're talking about? I'm going to kill it right now!"

After hearing Yang Zishen's arrogant tone, Lin Qingyue asked the Dust-Breaking System in his mind: "What is his cultivation level?"

Dust-Breaking System said coldly: "Just established the foundation."

"Just established his foundation? Hua Xiangrong, who hadn't even reached the Great Perfection of his foundation, couldn't solve it, but he, who had just established his foundation, could solve it?"

Dust-Breaking System: "Look at his sword."

Lin Qingyue shifted his gaze over there and saw Yang Zishen's Lan'an standing quietly on the ground. Both sides were very sharp, and one side was composed of teeth, and that part was particularly shiny and bright.

Compared with other places, it is hard not to notice that place.

This means that the area is where Yang Zishen often uses, which is why it is so abnormally bright.

Dust-Breaking System: "He's the second generation of a legitimate immortal cultivation family, his parents are renowned figures in the world of immortal cultivation. Just take his Lan'an sword, for example. It was forged specifically for him by a master swordsmith. Not only does it improve in rank as his cultivation progresses, but the mystical formations within it are enough to keep many people chasing after it their entire lives."

Well, in short, she is called the second generation of rich people, so why doesn't this kind of wealth fall on her?

Hua Xiangrong said to Yang Zishen, "I have trapped him in the well west of Qingjing Town. Let's go there now without delay."

Yang Zishen looked at Lin Qingyue on the other side with a frown.

"She's going too?!"

Hua Xiangrong looked hesitant and looked at Lin Qingyue with a bad premonition.

"Miss Lin, why don't you stay here? Swords and knives are blind, and we might not be able to take care of you if we start fighting."

Hua Xiangrong had said it so clearly, what could Lin Qingyue do? He could only agree.

"Well, remember to tell me when you come back."

Maybe you can increase the progress bar!

After Hua Xiangrong and Yang Zishen left, Lin Qingyue looked at the tender buds that had just sprouted in the flower garden with boredom.

"Pochen, have your popularity points recovered?"

Po Chen took a look at the heat points which were still zero, and was greatly shocked.

"You can't see it yourself!"

"Now I know, the popularity score is still zero, right?" Lin Qingyue blinked. "I tried so hard to scheme against me, but in the end, you Star Citizens gave me such a low popularity score."

As he spoke, his tone became sarcastic and his voice was mixed.

"I feel so sorry for you, Pochen. Even though Hua Xiangrong rescued the people in the human meat shop later, the popularity points still didn't come back. All the hard work was wasted."

"Do they really care about your feelings?"

Dust Breaking System sneered: "If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this?"

Seeing that he was the same as always, Lin Qingyue rolled his eyes and went back to his room and closed the door.

"clown."

[The system reminds you that you have been blocked by the Dust Breaking System.]

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Amidst the relentless rain, a man in a dark brown straw raincoat and a bamboo hat walked among the weeds. The rain continuously washed the colors of the sky and earth, sinking into the soil.

It rains every day here, and the constant rain has formed large and small puddles and deep grass. Pedestrians walking in them can easily get "eaten" by accident. As for where they will end up if they get stuck,

No one knows.

The farmer walked slowly through the world, unmoved by the continuous rain. When he reached an ordinary spot, he sat down, and the water instantly covered his waist and abdomen.

The farmer wiped the rain off his face, and the sound was heard in the rain.

"How can you treat guests like this? I can at least be a swordsman among wine lovers, but when I took out my wine, all I drank was your water. How can your water be as good as wine? You even wasted my wine."

The water suddenly reached the farmer's shoulders, but he was completely unaware.

The farmer said, "You've left behind this trouble, and people are taking advantage of it. It's only because I, a lazy guy, am here to clean up your mess. How can you just ask people to do things without showing any appreciation?"

The water continued to cover his head, leaving only the tip of his bamboo hat outside.

The farmer stood up in fright, and with a "crash" sound, the rain rolled down his body.

The strange thing was that there was not a single wet spot on his body.

The farmer frowned and said, "If you don't want to express it, then don't express it. Don't you know how poisonous this thing is? I still need to stay alive to worry about my apprentice."

"He's not one to stay quiet, he's always fighting and killing people. If I don't keep an eye on him, I don't know when he'll be beaten to death."

"He's such a pitiful kid. His parents don't care about him and only feed him rotten rice. He finally grew up, but he's being hunted down for a little profit."

A water sword broke through the air and stabbed towards the farmer, knocking the bamboo hat off his head.

The bamboo hat was knocked off, and the rain instantly hit him, and his hair stuck to his face.

"After all these years, I didn't expect you to have another life-saving thing. When did you become so shameless?"

An ethereal voice echoed, water splashed, and a huge, aquamarine fish tail swung. A woman with a pure face, deep blue eyes, and black algae-colored hair lay beside the man and smiled.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

The farmer put on his bamboo hat and coughed: "Then you have to promise me first."

"I promise your sister!"