Dragons farming in the realm of self-cultivation

Lu Xihou originally thought that Lin Jingyun would be depressed and in a bad state, but only when he saw him did he realize that things were worse than he imagined.

Lin Jingyun's whole demeanor has changed, he doesn't have that warm, calm, high-spirited aura, instead he looks inexplicably gloomy, as if he has suddenly aged a few years.

What about the opening remarks that Lu Xihou had prepared? It was useless, and he stood there in a daze at a loss.

Lin Jingyun cheer up first? Come on, look at him and ask, "How is the city lord? Is everything going well after you come back?"

"It's okay." Lu Xihou came back to his senses and said, "It's just that I have a lot of work, and I can't breathe. Sometimes I doubt whether I have the ability to take on this responsibility."

Lin Jingyun smiled, "Before you always doubted whether you could do anything, but every time you did it very well, far beyond other people's imagination."

Lu Xihou looked at his face and said: "It's different this time, this time the responsibility is too great, if I didn't do those things well before, I would admit it myself, anyway, it's none of other people's business, and there is no psychological burden. If it is not done well this time, it may harm many people.”

Lin Jingyun smiled.

Now I can't even smile when I smile.

Lu Xihou took out a bottle of spirit wine from the storage ring, put it on the table in front of him, and asked, "Senior Brother Lin, do you want to drink?"

Although this sentence was a question, it didn't give Lin Jingyun the option to refuse.

Lin Jingyun stood up, "I'll ask Senior Brother Sui to come up and have a drink together."

"Just now the city lord called him, and he went out."

Lin Jingyun let out a soft "hey", with an expression of envy or something else on his face, he murmured: "It's really stressful to call him over so soon."

"Yeah, my master asked him to marry me. My jaw almost dropped when I heard that day."

Lu Xihou poured the wine, put a glass in his hand, and clinked the glass with him forcefully, "The results of this league are good, we haven't celebrated yet, come on, let's have a toast."

Speaking of the league, Lin Jingyun said: "The name of the league has been ranked, and the organizer of the prize should send it to you soon. They are all spirit swords."

"I heard from Dean Qi." Lu Xihou lacked interest, "Spiritual sword is like that. I originally thought that there would be materials such as spiritual plant and elixir this year."

After Lu Xihou became Qing Luo's disciple, he not only had a lot of chores, but also a lot of resources.

He now has a storage bag for the spirit sword alone, and the prize that excited him before can't arouse his great interest now.

"After all, there are many sword masters participating." Speaking of the league, Lin Jingyun asked: "By the way, what happened to your small world?"

"These days are still nurturing. My master said that this world was taken from others, instead of recognizing me as the master as soon as it was refined, so it is a bit troublesome to warm up."

"Master helped me add a lot of materials and re-refined it, trying to build a better foundation. I can't get in now, it will take a while."

"Good things take time, and it's not a bad thing to have room for nurturing."

Lu Xihou said: "Master told me the same thing. He said that this small world has a very good foundation. If it is cultivated by smashing spirit stones, the fields inside may become top-quality spiritual fields."

"How much is it now?"

"No quality." Lu Xihou met Lin Jingyun's surprised eyes, spread his hands helplessly and said, "It used to be a war chess world, and there was no spiritual field in it. Let alone open up wasteland."

"How many products are expected to be available?"

"The next product. It may take decades to cultivate it."

"That's pretty good too."

"I think so too. It's enough to have a large piece of portable spirit field. No matter how many drinks, come, let's drink."

Wine enters the heart of sorrow.

Lin Jingyun was obviously a little drunk, his nose was red, he put his hands on his knees in a daze, his eyes were fixed on a spot on the ground, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing him like this, Lu Xihou asked softly: "Brother, are you still willing to go back to the Kyushu Empire? I read the information earlier, and you will also be in the imperial city after you go back, and you can't leave the city without orders?"

For Lin Jingyun's matter, Lu Xihou specially read the information given by Zhou Jue.

The competition for the throne in the Nine Provinces Empire has always been cruel. Lu Xihou felt it when he was studying history, but? History is someone else's business, and it has nothing to do with him. He has read it? Just a glance.

Looking at the information provided by Zhou Jue this time, the name of his friend appeared on the meeting, the more he looked at it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

After the Kyushu Empire elects the crown prince, there are only two paths for the remaining princes and princesses.

One is to stay in the imperial city and wait for arrangements, and not to leave the city without orders.

By default, they are willing to stay in the Kyushu Empire, let the empire arrange, make contributions to the empire, and the reward is that they are still the heirs in line.

In case something happens to the prince—such as death or disqualification—they may take his place.

The other is to directly join a certain sect, become a disciple of another sect, give up the qualifications of heirs, and no longer enjoy the status of prince and queen, and at the same time be free.

Among these two paths, most princes and princesses will choose the first path.

Many monks struggled all their lives to obtain a similar status.

These princes and princesses were born with something that many people can't fight for in a lifetime, so naturally they won't give up easily.

Lu Xihou instinctively felt that Lin Jingyun was not that kind of person.

He's not one to give up his freedom for status.

Lin Jingyun's eyes were blank, and he said: "I don't know either, let's read it slowly."

"Then will you stay in Lingyang City for the time being?"

Lin Jingyun heard what he said? There was something in it? He looked up at him, "Why, what do you have? Any other suggestions?"

"Really." Lu Xihou looked at him with firm and bright eyes, "Brother Lin, if you don't go back? I mean if—"

Lin Jingyun put his hands on his knees, waiting for him to continue.

Lu Xihou coughed lightly, "If you don't go back, can you be my deacon?"

Lu Xihou's current status is equivalent to that of Prince Lingyang.

Little? The city lord is not only a monk, but also a job, and he has to do many things.

Participating in politics is one of them, which is both a right and an obligation.

Lu Xihou has only been busy for a few days, and he has already deeply felt that it is not easy to be the master of the young city.

After formal apprenticeship, he was assigned to Fu Yuan, got the gold seal, and will be even busier when he has a job.

Whatever configuration the city owner has, he will have a job with lower specifications, such as the chief deacon, such as the young servant.

These are all filled by personnel. If he can't choose by himself, Zhou Jue will arrange them for him.

It doesn't matter to Lu Xihou other things, except for the post of deacon, Lu Xihou is very headache.

He is now very aware of his responsibilities, and the deacon beside him is definitely the most important person in his career.

If he could choose, he hoped that this deacon would be of the same mind as him and be extremely capable, preferably well-trained, with no other messy families behind him.

Lin Jingyun didn't expect that he would invite him, so there was a difference on his face immediately, how sober he was, he stared at Lu Xihou and asked, "Xiaohou Lu, are you serious?"

Lu Xihou nodded and was about to speak.

Lin Jingyun raised his hand to stop him, "Are you really aware of the importance of this position? Although there are fewer big households in Lingyang City and the relationship is simpler, it is not without it - Lingyang City, which has stretched for thousands of years, has more power than you imagined. It's complicated."

"If I'm not mistaken, the city lord and they should arrange for you a kid from a rich family born in this city to be your chief deacon."

Lin Jingyun raised his head, with a smile that was not a smile, "You really want to choose me? In the future, you, the dragon, will succeed the city lord, and the deacon will be the prince from Kyushu?"

Lu Xihou met his eyes and didn't follow his words? Instead, he said: "In the past few days, the most common sentence my master and I have said is, 'You really don't look like a swordsman. '."

Lin Jingyun nodded, "It really doesn't look like it. Your heart is too soft, and you are not decisive enough. You lack the firmness that a sword repairer should have."

The alcohol evaporated Lin Jingyun's gentlemen who kept on the surface, "You can practice so fast, sometimes it makes me feel unbelievable-so little training time? You practice so complicated, it's not serious yet. Master Sutra, you have reached the middle stage of the Hinayana without breaking a sweat, which shows that the heavens are not necessarily fair."

"How can there be so much fairness? I am a dragon and you are human beings. This in itself is a kind of unfairness." How drunk was Lu Xihou? It's not fair either."

"It's really not fair." Lin Jingyun slammed the table in agreement, "I have already enjoyed a lot of preferential treatment, so I shouldn't have complained..."

As he said the last sentence, his voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared in his throat.

"Still not as much as me." Lu Xihou smirked drunkenly, "The biggest achievement of my life so far is having two good fathers. Whether everyone praises my talent or potential, it's all because of my father's face. superior--"

"Because Yu Xianzun knows my father, protect me for a while, otherwise the matter of Kunlun would not be so easy to get over. Master also, if he didn't know my father, he is sure that I really messed up and there is a father who can clean up the mess, he would not be so Take me as an apprentice easily."

Lu Xihou concluded: "Brother Lin, we are all hard-working people!"

Lin Jingyun grabbed the cup and clinked it with him, and said: "To our father."

"To our father. But..." Lu Xihou tried his best to hold the glass firmly, touched him, raised his head and swallowed the bitter and spicy wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and threw the glass, "I I don’t want to just fight for my father for the rest of my life! We won’t fight for our father in the future, will we succeed by fighting for ourselves?!”