Qin Ye knocked on the head of the bed, thinking about something.

The SRC's approach is obviously unscientific. It's obviously an alloy egg. I can't even drill in it even if I can... Wait! Who can drill it! What alloy egg! What the hell am I thinking?

"Can you only choose the second best place for the time being... and you have to look for Su Feng to see the construction map of the First Repair and see how deep it is to be underground... At the beginning, I remembered taking the sixth floor elevator, one floor and three meters to calculate. In other words, nearly twenty meters under the foundation of the Hui Da... Once the First Repair and Dig deep... it is a bit dangerous..."

Arthas pondered and said, "Don't hurry, let's see... It's still early to fall in Bao'an, and there's still more time to prepare. Just let go of Kuafu like this, are you really willing to give up?"

Qin Ye shook his head.

I can't bear to leave.

But I can't bear to leave.

Arthas sighed: "It's really not possible... Cao Youdao's old nest is also careless... Huizhou Province has not many people, so it is impossible for many people to look for it deliberately. You just had both questions. It was a good idea. However, I still want to remind you that once the entrance to the underworld is selected, it cannot be changed. Otherwise, why do you think there has been a Fengdu Ghost City for thousands of years? The underworld has never considered moving locations?"

Qin Ye made a tongue sound and covered it with a quilt: "Besides."

He rested for a few days next.

There are too many things happening recently, and he always feels like a tense clockwork, and it is time to relax.

In the next few days, he called Zhang Baoguo. The Timo incident was fermenting. He was not going to go now, but he agreed to go to Zhang Baoguo for a New Year dinner during the New Year.

As for the changes in Bao'an City... there were not many changes before martial law.

Those who shouldn't know about the bloody night in Bao'an City would never know. The people who were worried about the upper class continued to live their lives. On the third day, Bao'an City resumed order, but some things were never hidden again.

All hospitals added new instruments on the sixth day and opened a new clinic: a practice qualification identification room.

In the past, there were a little more people going to the funeral street, but more people were concentrated next to the funeral street, a newly planned street: Tai Chi Street.

Now every order is announced directly, so every citizen understands what this is.

This is the place where all Taoist sects, sects, and exchange materials for practice!

In the past, all the shops were empty, and all the merchants entering were wearing peach wood swords, talismans, and some antiques that citizens had only watched on TV. The number of visitors was also lost from the beginning to the enthusiasm a few days later. On the last day of the week, many monks and Taoists could actually see them walking in in a dignified manner.

This is the case with the people of China. The requirements are actually very low. As long as they can satisfy their lives, they will be more tolerant.

Every day, Bao'an City has issued new orders, but the network has not been restored, and it is clearly stated that it will not be restored. A new news system will be introduced to ensure the connection as much as possible. While trying to ensure that it is in line, some banned words in Bao'an City cannot be typed out.

The school has begun to prepare new subjects and graduate school. After the faculty assessment is reached next year, it will be implemented in every kindergarten, preschool class, primary school, junior high school, and even the first-year practice university. After the winter vacation of the university, it will be the first batch of students.

The government system was the first to implement the practice system. On the third day, the Special Investigation Office officially transferred from underground to ground, took over most projects related to supernaturalism, and stopped most departments that had contact with the outside world.

News like this kept coming to Qin Ye's ears every day. He happily swiped his computer clothes with Wang Chenghao's card, and he didn't care much about the outside world.

The word "cultivation" gradually became popular in Bao'an.

Qin Ye got up early in the morning seven days.

After washing up, eating, everything was done, it was already 7:30.

Last night, he was pulled into a small group, "The First Education University 2018 Class Teachers' Group." There is only one requirement for real-name system.

I took a quick look and hehe, there are still many people.

Not only were there many acquaintances, he also saw several scum of the party and country, such as Lin Han, Li Runxue and his group. There was even Zhang Chenghai who invited him for a breakfast.

There are also several particularly heartbreaking names.

"Honorary Department Director: Zhou Xianlong." "Honorary Department Director: Chang Shun."

After counting, there were only 200 people. Compared with other universities, even if there were branches, there were at least thousands of faculty members in a university. They were already considered to be so concise.

There was nothing nonsense all night, and he was chatting with the socialist successor next door. He turned off his cell phone to go to bed at twelve o'clock.

He changed into casual clothes, called a car, and headed straight to Huida.

"The first one to cultivate the big one?" The driver was very good at talking. When he heard the address of Qin Yebao, his eyes were lit: "Little brother, how is it there? Is the salary particularly high?"

Qin Ye: “…”

"I heard that those with qualifications will have very good conditions in the future. I wonder if my son has that qualification. Oh... Brother, let me tell you? I'll give you a ticket?" "Oh... By the way, I said, why do you think you look familiar? You are not that... By the way! That Timo!" "Are you a minority? Your name is still what my son told me." "Minorities join the Special Investigation Office, are there any special policies?"

God's Timo!

A god-god minority!

Qin Ye didn't say a word, and was so cold that he felt a headache when he heard the word "Timo". He got off the car with the driver's resentful eyes and stood at the gate of Huida.

Huida has also changed a little.

The label belonging to Huida University has been removed, and the six words "First Practice University" are engraved with several metal characters drawn with silver hooks and iron.

There was no change in the campus, but the students of the past were gone, and the OFOs, Mobike, Xiaolu, Lan and Xiaohong were all cleared, and the convenience store was replaced with antique decoration. I don’t know how it was done in just seven days.

A little deserted.

Following the notice, I arrived at the stairs classroom. It was already 8:30, and the faculty meeting started at 9:00. There were a lot of people. At the door, I heard a full voice: "Hi, Timo! Here!"

I fucked and just kicked!

No need to look at it, Lin Han's silly man waved with a silly smile. Qin Ye gave him a fierce look and chose a place to sit down.

"Hello, Mr. Ti." The next person was a man in his forties. He looked very elegant, wearing a pair of thick glasses and a Zhongshan suit, but his yin energy was not weaker than him. He smiled and stretched out his hand: "I am Zhao Hailong. I am a casual cultivator, please give me some advice."

Qin Ye was vomiting blood. What the hell is Mr. Ti? Can’t escape it, right?

He suppressed the gritted teeth in his heart and shook hands with the other party. His smile was extremely depressing: "Hello, S9527, Qin Ye."

S... The middle-aged man was obviously surprised, but then his brows frowned slightly.

No... He heard a lot of people calling Timo that day. The surnames of minority groups are understandable... Is he really wrong? Why did the other party mind especially?

Everyone is chatting with each other in the staircase classroom. There is never a large-scale gathering in the world of cultivation. Anyone who can go to the point of being confined to the soul knows that it is useless to work behind closed doors. Only by learning from one's strengths and weaknesses is the way to make up for one's strengths and weaknesses.

"Silent." At about nine o'clock, the whole audience became silent with a sound full of true energy.

Two figures stood up from the front row and walked to the podium.

An old man with white hair was wearing a black double-breasted suit with fine patterns embroidered on it. His appearance was very ordinary.

The other one is about sixty years old, thin, with a handful of white beards, and looks fairy-like. He is wearing a white robe with tattoos embroidered with green bamboos and green mountains on the hem, which is quite stylish.

However, Qin Ye had no intention of underestimating it.

These two old men are not good-looking, but their true energy is like the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly.

Level of impermanence!

"I will introduce myself. Xu Anguo, the 23rd generation leader of the Central Plains Cultivation Alliance, inherited the love of all fellow Taoists and was awarded the position of the First Cultivation University President."

Qin Ye suddenly realized that it was a wrong choice not to sit next to the silly guys.

He knew too little about the world of cultivation in the world of life, and at this moment he couldn't help asking someone he had never known.

The old man with a white beard smiled and said, "I am Li Tao. I have worked on the 'Ziqi Donglai' website and served as the director. It can be said that the entire website was created by me. I have never used it for others. I have been grateful for my love and was awarded the vice principal."

Finally couldn't help it, Qin Ye coughed lightly and asked Zhao Hailong in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, who are they?"

Zhao Hailong looked at Qin Ye unexpectedly, but this time, he noticed Qin Ye's age. Then he nodded clearly: "Tell me... Mr. Qin, you should have joined the Special Investigation Office, right? Some fellow Taoists are not as informed as the Special Investigation Office if they have not been out of the province."

...So what is Mr. Violin? By the way, how deep is Timo's impression of you not playing with me?!

Zhao Hailong naturally didn't know what Qin Ye was complaining, and continued: "It is difficult for casual cultivators to enter the Tao, and he can't even figure it out. The Central Plains Cultivation Alliance was formed by a group of casual cultivators. It was established in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, but the level of casual cultivators was low and he had no say. It can only be said that it was the group of weak cultivators to keep warm."

Qin Ye was puzzled: "Then he..."

"Then why is Mr. Xu qualified to be the principal, right?" Zhao Hailong smiled slightly: "Yes, the casual cultivator is not strong, but in the early days of the Republic of China, the stunning and talented Mr. Xu actually reached the level of impermanence in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, which made this unknown alliance famous."

"What's even more amazing is that the other party's control of business and interpersonal relationships is good at dancing. Over 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 have been suppressed by them."

Qin Ye knew it.

Being competent in the principal may not require a high level.

But you must be good at being a human being, attract sponsorship, and compete for resources.

Compared with most other practitioners who only know how to practice hard, Xu Anguo’s resume deserves his position as principal.
Chapter completed!