Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 210 Gold Jade 3

Lin Qingyue was still not used to completing tasks with Wen Lingyun. To be more precise, she was not used to completing tasks with others.

"Could it be that you don't know how to lead a team?" Dust Breaking System said, "You should learn something about this."

Dust-Breaking System: "Wen Lingyun is no ordinary child. His current strength is higher than that of most adults with the same cultivation level as him. If you really can't bring yourself to do it, just treat him like an adult."

【Isn’t this employing child labor?】

[Different worlds cannot be generalized, and different people cannot be generalized either.]

[The host is a bit too protective of Xiao Shuang. I think he should let her go.]

My suggestion is that you don't make any suggestions and let the host decide for himself.

[The anchor can actually close the comment section, after all, many comments are meaningless. ]

【There's no point in listening to you.】

【I feel relieved to see that everyone’s comments are so normal.】

Lin Qingyue looked at the familiar comments, bought two roujiamo at a roadside stall, gave one to Wen Lingyun, and ate the roujiamo while walking.

Wen Lingyun held the food in her hand without eating it, and followed Lin Qingyue.

"Didn't we just finish dinner?"

Lin Qingyue: "This is considered a dessert after dinner."

Lin Qingyue walked ahead and found a teahouse to sit down, ordered a pot of tea and some melon seeds and nuts.

The melon seeds and nuts in Qinghe Lake look the same as those in other places, but when you bite into them, you will find that they are lightly sweet but not overly sweet. There are also hundreds of kinds of tea to choose from, with a wide variety of flavors.

There is a drama troupe performing under the stage, which can not only show beautiful postures and singing voices, but also use various small instruments to express various real feelings.

The most popular dramas here are those about love and those about achieving immortality. The protagonists usually have tragic life stories, rock-hard wills, and unrivaled connections.

Lin Qingyue felt sour inside and asked the Dust-Breaking System: "Why are Feng Aotian and Feng Aotian different?"

Dust-Breaking System: "You are not viruses, and you cannot replicate, so how can you be the same?"

Lin Qingyue: "Then I can evolve."

Dust-Breaking System: "You think too much."

At the end of the day, Lin Qingyue and Wen Lingyun visited all the places that Mr. Chrysanthemum often went to and successfully filled their stomachs.

Lin Qingyue rubbed his belly, squinted his eyes, and said lazily: "Pochen, I have decided. I will come here to live out my retirement."

Dust-Breaking System: "You have to complete the mission."

"If you keep giving me tasks, I'll never be able to complete them in my lifetime."

Dust-Breaking System: "Don't you have vacation time?"

Lin Qingyue: "I'm just afraid that days like this will be endless."

Dust-Breaking System: "Then you can rest assured, it will be like this from now on."

Lin Qingyue: ???

"No? No one retired?"

Dust-Breaking System: "You're not getting old, so why would you want to retire?"

Lin Qingyue: ???

"Listen to what you're saying. Do people on Earth still have retirement opportunities? Your interstellar company doesn't allow retirement?"

Dust-Breaking System: "You have retirement, but can you live to see it?"

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

"Don't talk about this topic anymore. It makes people feel uncomfortable."

"If only I were one of you Star Citizens."

Lin Qingyue sighed at last.

Life is like a besieged city. People outside want to get in, and people inside want to get out.

[There's no Star Citizen. There's only One and Three.]

[Streamers still need to learn to be self-consistent. After all, it's the same everywhere. Difficulties don't disappear with the environment you're in, but instead transform into new hardships.]

[I don't understand. My brain is a bit uncomfortable after just having its memory cleaned.]

【The pain of starting over is no less than living. 】

This doesn't seem like a very good metaphor.

You're right, that's not a very good metaphor.

[It's okay, it can be regarded as a joke. ]

[Just because you say a joke is a bad joke doesn't mean it's true.]

But it turns out that what we say it is is what it is.

Lin Qingyue looked at the route layout around him while thinking about how to complete this task.

Golden Silk Jade is not an item, but rather a dish.

The person who issued the task wanted to restore the historical golden jade. However, due to its extremely complex and low value, the golden jade has not been passed down to later generations.

It seems incredible that there are hundreds of kinds of tea in Qinghe Lake, but it turns out that new delicacies are born every day in Qinghe Lake.

Continuous updates and iterations have created a culinary boom, but have also caused traditions to gradually disappear.

Lin Qingyue was walking on the road, and before she knew it, Master Juhua had gone home, and she also arrived at his door.

"Where are you from, girl? It's not polite to follow someone around. Go home."

The old man's flat voice came, and Lin Qingyue lowered his head.

The old man has high cheekbones, double eyelids, and bright eyes. He is wearing clean and comfortable clothes and sitting on a low stool with a palm-leaf fan, looking quite leisurely and contented.

The old man smiled when he saw Wen Lingyun and called him over.

Wen Lingyun looked at Lin Qingyue, and Lin Qingyue nodded.

Wen Lingyun walked over obediently and took some food handed to him by the old man.

"If my eldest son were still alive, his child would have grown up to this size, right?"

Lin Qingyue looked at the old man and revealed his identity in one sentence.

"Is it you who issued the mission?"

The old man didn't expect Lin Qingyue to guess it so quickly, but he didn't intend to hide it.

"Yes, it's me."

The old man didn't say anything, and Lin Qingyue continued to guess.

"You want Mr. Chrysanthemum to learn how to make golden jade?"

The old man looked at the red rope on the branch above his head, swaying freely in the wind.

"It's time for him to learn. I'll be old one day."

Lin Qingyue knew that this old did not mean really old, but meant death.

She sat down and looked at the old man: "From what I've seen of him over the past two days, he seems more like a parasite."

"I know." The old man said slowly, "That's why I need you to help me."

At this point the old man made a five.

"In the ten years since I issued the mission, fifteen monks have come here. Eight of them gave up after seeing Juhua, five gave up after knowing that Juhua had to restore the Golden Jade, and two gave up because Juhua was too old to change, and one gave up after persisting to no avail and I persuaded him to give up."

Lin Qingyue: "Isn't there someone who has been insisting on it? Why did you persuade him to give up?"

The old man shook his head. "I may not live long, but that doesn't mean I can accept a flawed golden jade. Even if I die and the golden jade disappears completely, I don't want Chrysanthemum to ruin it."

Lin Qingyue didn't know what to say next. She looked at the old man in silence for a while, her voice low.

"I fell seriously ill years ago, and the doctors at Qinghe Lake said I wouldn't live long."