I Just Want To Farm

Chapter 1822: Northern Xinjiang

  Chapter 1822 Northern Xinjiang

  Qin Yu took a sip of wine, and looked at Fifth Daoling deeply with the fragrance of the wine.

   "Jointly hitting someone is not the work of a gentleman."

  "It’s unquestionable to fight alone to fight against a group of talents."

  This is the most gentle, kind and non-threatening master sister in the history of Wushu.

  The fifth Daoling looked at her for a while, and asked: "Are you talking about you or me?"

  Qin Yu: "We are a family."

  The tone is soft, the eyes are sincere, and with three-point drunkenness and seven-point grace, it is a fairy version of the younger sister.

   Fifth Daoling turned his face and drank.

  No words.

After a long time without a word, he finished a glass of wine and turned his head to see that someone was already drunk, lying on his side on the mahogany floor, holding the fat and fluffy cat in his arms, sleeping in a casual posture, eyebrows and eyes. His posture looked a little hazy in the smoke from the fire.

  This wooden house seems to have become a wine jar, locked in the fragrance of the wine, brewing drunkenness, sealed in the vast ice and snow, quietly breathing.

  Half a sound, the fifth Dao Ling raised his hand, a thin blanket lightly fluttered with his fingertips, glanced across the air, fell on her, and caged one person and one cat together.

  He stopped looking, only mentioned the jug, and continued to drink casually, accompanied by the bonfire and the night.

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  In the early morning of the next day, Qin Yu opened the door and held Jiaojiao Yujian away.

   Seated Fifth Daoling opened his eyes, got up and walked to the platform to look at the light and shadow of the sword light, the wind and snow fluttering, long hair flying, his eyes included the entire Cangshan Mountain.

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  Flying out of the boundless territory, Qin Yu opened the sound transmission of the great elder, listening to the sound, the old man should be dealing with government affairs, brush strokes.

  "To join the Northern Xinjiang Alliance now has to go through a lot of reviews, not easier than joining when it was first established."

  "How long does the review take?"

   "Half a year."

   "Is there any other way?"

   "Yes, you can apply another person's ID card."

   "Sister's?"

  "..."

  The Great Elder was a little surprised, "Fang Yourong told you?"

   "No, I guess."

  The Great Elder: "I should praise you for being extremely smart, or should I say that she believes in you enough and is not defending in front of you so that you can observe clues."

  Qin Yu: "The one at the back, I'm full of joy after listening."

Elder    coldly snorted, and said: "She is very talented in this way. She has also cultivated this identity very well. I hope you can make good use of it in your hands."

  Qin Yu: "Of course, I will take good care of Sister Fang's things. By the way, she uses a disguise? Her appearance is too conspicuous."

  Grand Elder: "The mask, the mask and the ID card are all in the pouch for you."

  Qin Yu took out his pouch and looked through it. The identity card was a dark stone sign with identity information embedded in it. As for the mask. . . Qin Yu knew it was a good thing as soon as he touched it, because spiritual sense could not penetrate.

   "What is this mask?"

   "It's called Mo Bai Mask, which was passed down from the age of saints by our sect. It was given to your senior sister before, so your senior sister's identity is also called Mo Bai in the Northern Xinjiang Alliance."

   "This name is good, it sounds elegant and connotative."

  "It is worthy of your senior sister."

The elder was willing to pay attention to the other party, said one more sentence, coughed, and said: "You can use the mask, but the identity card was originally embedded with the breath of your senior sister. If you act in the future, if you want to enter the Northern Xinjiang Alliance The points system is bound to review the breath."

  Yes, this is a problem.

  Qin Yu thoughtfully, "So the elder sister entered the breath not from her at the beginning?"

"Yes, it's her simulated breath. The method of simulation is also in the pocket. Take some time to get used to it, and then go to the headquarters of Northern Xinjiang in the south... What tasks will you take and what road will you take? It's up to you. The only requirement of Zongmen is to live in the four semi-finals of Tianzang's Choice five years later."

  The great elders have always spoken concisely, and the explanation is over.

   "South, it looks like it will be fun next."

   "Running everywhere, then can you go around and have fun, eat and drink?"

  Jiaojiao was very excited about this, Qin Yu stretched her lazy waist and smiled.

  The next thing is that the sea is really wide and the fish leap, the sky is high and the birds fly.

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  One month later, the southern part of Lulu State.

Among the four, the northern part was originally the strongest, but once the situation changed, the Ye clan was destroyed, and the former lord Ye Xuan also ran away. The line of combat power that had been rooted for many years suddenly lost the main core. Where is the clinging sect force? If you dare to stay for a long time, you will either transfer your combat power to hide, or behave in a low-key manner and show your favor to the new lord, which will cause serious damage to the northern power.

  The strongest organization in Lulu Dajing Prefecture is in the south, which is the Northern Xinjiang Alliance.

   "Obviously in the south, but the name is Northern Xinjiang, the leader of the Northern Xinjiang Alliance is a bit interesting."

   Jiaojiao bit the fruit and mumbled.

  "It means north if it is not in the north, it is nothing more than ambition."

   Jiaojiao was surprised: "Ao, this person wants to be the boss of Lulu, wants to be the lord?"

   "He has become one."

   "???"

Jiaojiao then knew that the new lord was the lord of the Northern Xinjiang Alliance, "No wonder, no wonder this southern part is so lively."

  At this time, they are on a flying boat.

  In front of you is the southern seaport of Lulu Ojingshu. Whether it is sea or air traffic, it stops at this pier.

The lord is in the south, and the Northern Xinjiang Alliance is also in the south. The strong and strong are united. In just one month, the south suddenly became hot. Even the large sects and the family in the north can smell the breath. The former is good, and the tree has deep roots. , It’s difficult to move for a while, but the aristocracy is better to relocate a lot, first show good, then return, send blood to lay the foundation, and then gradually relocate, it takes less than a year or two to achieve a new pattern.

  "Northern Xinjiang city has arrived, no flying boats, the following come!"

  The sound repeated several times resounded high in the sky, and all high-altitude flying boats were locked, so as not to be agitated and violate the law.

   is very strict.

   is also very strong.

   "As soon as the upper ranks were so strong, even if it was Ye Xuan before..."

   "Shut up, speak carefully!"

  There are too many flying boats, and several of them are from a group. They are strong and arrogant. They are probably the sects and families in the north.

  But the older generation has a bit of insight, knowing that the situation is dangerous at the moment, and dare not be vague at all. After scolding the juniors in the clan, they are quite worried, and then urge the latter to enter the southern core Beijiang city, not to conflict with the local forces. . . .

I asked my nephew to stop when I landed on the flying boat. I was about to tell my nephew about the origins of the Northern Xinjiang city and report to some strong people who could not be provoke. However, when these boys looked straight and stared at one place, he followed suit. Looking at the past, it was also startled.

That flying boat looks very high-end, it is a small best flying magic weapon, exquisite and small, but the children out of it are very cute, chubby, and they are also very cute and golden, carrying a cute and childlike plush small backpack with short legs. The legs are short and the head is tiger-headed. By the way, I also brought a tiger-head hat commonly used in folk, and two cat paws hanging beads from the brim of the hat.

  After the child jumped out, his two fat hands grasped the hanging beads, and looked at Beijiang City along the railings of the wharf.

   "Wow, for nothing, it's great here, I just don't know if it's delicious."

  The child is very cute, but the old man knows that these kids are not looking at the child, but the child. . . Mother?

  This is a monk who looks like a young woman.

  A few women cultivate more as a feather, but with the experience and cultivation of the old man, just a glance, I was impressed by the demeanor and charm of this woman's whole body.

  I can’t describe what it feels like. I just think that the other person is absolutely very human, like the moon in the mirror. He clearly sees it really, and when he reaches out, only the silent ripples of beauty are left.

  A lot of monks on the dock noticed it, and it was also very quiet.

  (End of this chapter)