Qin Ye knocked on the head of the bed, thoughtfully.
The way of SRC is obviously unscientific. This is obviously an alloy egg. No matter how much you can drill, you can't drill into it... Wait! Who can drill! What an alloy egg! What the hell am I thinking
"Can I only choose the next place temporarily... And I have to find Su Feng again to look at the construction plan of the First Repair University, and see how deep the underground will be... I remember taking the elevator on the sixth floor and the third floor on the first floor. It's measured in meters. That is to say, at a place nearly 20 meters below the foundation of Huida... Once the First Xiu Da is dug deep... It's dangerous..."
Arthas pondered: "Don't worry, let's see... It's still too early for Bao'an to fall, and you have more time to prepare. Just let go of Kuafu like this, are you really willing?"
Qin Ye shook his head.
reluctant.
But could not give up.
Alsace sighed: "It's really not good... Cao Youdao's old nest is also so-so... There are not many people in Hui Province, so it's impossible for many people to deliberately seek it out. Both of your questions just now are good. You hit the point. But this palace still wants to To remind you, once the entrance to the underworld is selected, it cannot be changed. Otherwise, why do you think there has been a ghost town in Fengdu for thousands of years? Did the underworld consider moving the location?"
Qin Ye made a tongue. Covered with the quilt: "Let's talk."
Then he rested for a few days.
There have been so many things lately, he always feels like a taut clockwork, and it's time to loosen it up.
In the next few days, he made a phone call with Zhang Baoguo. The Timo incident was fermenting, and he was not going to go now, but he promised Zhang Baoguo to have a New Year's dinner during the Chinese New Year.
As for the changes in Bao'an...and not much has changed since before martial law.
That bloody night in Bao'an City, those who should not know will never know, and it is the upper classes who are worried. Ordinary people continue to live their lives. On the third day, order was restored in Bao'an City, but some things were no longer hidden.
All hospitals, on the sixth day, added new equipment and opened a new clinic: the practice qualification identification room.
In the past, there were a little more people in the funeral street where few people went, but more people were concentrated next to the funeral street, a newly planned street: Taiji Street.
Now every order is published directly, so every citizen understands what the place is.
This is the place where all Taoist traditions, sects, and exchange of cultivation materials!
All the previous shops were emptied, and all the merchants who entered were filled with mahogany swords, talismans, and some antiques that citizens had only seen on TV. The number of visitors also started to be overwhelming, and a few days later, the enthusiasm was high. On the last day of the week, many monks and Taoists could be seen walking in dignifiedly.
The people of China are like this, and their requirements are actually very low. As long as they can satisfy their lives, they will tolerate more.
Every day, Baoan City has issued new orders, the network has not been restored, and it has clearly stated that it will not be restored, and a new news system will be introduced.
The school began to prepare new subjects, the Graduate School of Cultivation, which will be implemented in every kindergarten, preschool, elementary, junior high and high school, and even the first practice university after the faculty assessment and arrival next year. The first batch of students.
The government system was the first to implement the cultivation system. On the third day, the Special Investigation Department officially moved from the underground to the ground, took over most of the projects related to spirituality, and stopped most of the departments that had contact with the outside world.
News like this kept coming into Qin Ye's ears every day. He took Wang Chenghao's card and swiped his computer clothes happily, and he didn't care much about the outside world.
The word "cultivation" gradually became popular in Bao'an.
Seven days early in the morning, Qin Ye got up.
Washing, eating, everything is done, it is already 7:30.
Last night, he was pulled into a small group, "The 2018-level teaching group of the First Cultivation University." There is only one requirement in the real-name system.
After a cursory look, there are quite a few people.
Not only did he have many acquaintances, but he also saw several scum of the party and the country, such as Lin Han, Li Runxue and his party. There was even Zhang Chenghai who had invited him for breakfast.
There are also a few particularly troubling names.
"Head of the Honorary Department: Zhou Xianlong." "Head of the Honorary Department: Chang Shun."
After counting, there are only 200 people. Compared with other universities, even branch campuses, there are at least thousands of faculty members in a university. They are already too streamlined.
He didn't say a word of bullshit all night, and he chatted happily among the socialist successors next door. Turn off the phone at twelve o'clock and go to bed.
Put on a casual suit, called a car, and went straight to Huida.
"The first major?" The driver was particularly eloquent. Hearing Qin Yebao's address, his eyes lit up: "Little brother, what is it like there? Is the treatment particularly high?"
Qin Ye: "..."
"I heard that the qualifications will be very good in the future. I don't know if my son has the qualifications, hey... little brother, tell me? I will exempt you from the order?" "Oh... Right, what do I think? You're very familiar, you're not that... Right! That Teemo!" "Are you an ethnic minority? My son told me your name." "Is there any special policy for ethnic minorities to join the Special Investigation Division?"
God damn Teemo!
What a godly minority!
Qin Ye didn't say a word, he was cold to the end, and now he felt a pain in his head when he heard the word Teemo, got out of the car in the eyes of the driver, and was already standing at the gate of Hui.
Huida also has some changes.
The label belonging to Hui University has been removed, and the six words "The First Cultivation University" are engraved with metal characters drawn on a few silver hooks and iron.
Nothing has changed on the campus, but the former students are gone. oFo, Mobike, Little Green, Little Blue, and Little Red are all emptied, and the canteen has been replaced with antique decoration. I don’t know what happened in just seven days. did it.
A little cool.
Following the notification location, I came to the lecture hall. It was already 8:30, and the faculty meeting started at 9:00. There were quite a few people there. Just at the door, I heard a full-fledged voice: "Hi, Teemo! Here!"
I can fly with just one kick!
Don't look at it, the big stupid Lin Han waved with a smirk on his face, Qin Ye gave him a stern look, and chose a place to sit nearby.
"Hello, Mr. Ti." The man sitting next to him was a man in his forties. He looked very refined, wearing a pair of thick glasses and a Chinese tunic suit. However, his Yin Qi was no weaker than him. With a smile, he stretched out his hand: "My lord Zhao Hailong. A loose cultivator, give me more advice."
Qin Ye vomited blood, what the hell is Mr. Ti! Can't escape, can you? !
Forcefully suppressed the gnashing of teeth in his heart and shook hands with the other party, smiling to the extreme: "Hello, S9527, Qin Ye."
S... The middle-aged man was obviously taken aback, but then he frowned slightly.
That's not right... He heard a lot of people calling Teemo that day, and the surnames of the minorities are understandable... Did he really make a mistake? Why does the other party seem particularly concerned
Everyone in the lecture hall was chatting with each other. It can be said that there has never been such a large-scale gathering in the cultivation world. Anyone who can reach the soul knows that it is useless to work behind closed doors.
"Silence." Nine o'clock sharp. With a voice full of energy, the whole place fell silent.
Two figures stood up from the front row and walked to the podium.
One was an old man with white hair, wearing a black jacket with fine patterns embroidered on it. Appearance is very ordinary.
The other was about sixty years old, thin, with a white beard, and looked immortal. Wearing a white robe, the hem is embroidered with green bamboo and green mountains, which is quite impressive.
However, Qin Ye had no intention of underestimating.
These two old men, their appearances are not impressive, but the true energy in their bodies is like the Yangtze River, rushing endlessly.
Impermanence level!
"I would like to introduce myself, Xu Anguo, the twenty-third generation leader of the Central Plains Cultivation Alliance. Thanks to the love of all fellow Taoists, I have been awarded the post of the First Cultivation Principal."
Qin Ye suddenly realized that it was a wrong choice not to sit next to the silly big man.
He knew too little about the world of Yangjian cultivation, and at this moment he couldn't bear to ask someone he didn't know.
The white-bearded old man said with a smile: "I am Li Tao. I used to work for the 'Ziqi Donglai' website and served as the director. It can be said that the entire website was built by the old man. He has never faked his hand. Vice-Chancellor."
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Qin Ye coughed lightly and asked Zhao Hailong in a low voice, "Friend Zhao, who are they?"
Zhao Hailong glanced at Qin Ye unexpectedly, but this time, he noticed Qin Ye's age. Then he nodded his head clearly: "Mr... Mr. Qin, you should have joined the special investigation department, right? Some daoist cultivators, who have never been out of the province, are naturally better informed than the special investigation department."
… so what is Mr. Violin? By the way, how impressed is Teemo on you, who don't play Lua Lu? !
Naturally, Zhao Hailong didn't know the complaints in Qin Ye's heart, and continued: "Loose cultivation is difficult, and some people can't figure it out when they enter the Dao. The Central Plains Cultivation Alliance was formed by a group of loose practitioners. It was established in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, but the realm of loose practitioners was low. There is no right to speak. It can only be said that it is a group of weak practitioners to keep warm."
Qin Ye was puzzled: "Then he..."
"Then how is Xu Lao qualified to be elected as the principal, right?" Zhao Hailong smiled slightly: "Yes, scattered cultivators are not strong, but in the early days of the Republic of China, this amazing and talented Xu Lao reached the level of impermanence in the early days of the founding of the country. , which made this little-known alliance famous."
"What's even more amazing is that the other party's control of business and interpersonal relationships is long-sleeved and good at dancing. In the past few decades, the Central Plains Cultivation Alliance has become the largest alliance in the six provinces of the Central Plains, and even several famous temples, Taoist sects, and sects. were suppressed by them."
Qin Ye understood.
To be a headmaster, you probably don't need a high level of realm.
But you must be good at being a person, attracting sponsors, and competing for resources.
With Xu Anguo's resume, compared to most other practitioners who only know how to devote themselves to hard work, the position of the principal is well deserved.
"Then... how about Ziqi Donglaiwang?"