"I don't want to grind anymore!"

"Enough grinding!"

Wu Qingshui roared affectionately in Qian Yang's ear.

In the past three years, our Master Wu has become violent and abnormal, and the characteristics of bipolar disorder are extremely obvious.

In this regard, Qian Yang expressed extreme incomprehension.

Wu Qingshui is actually a patient person and a resilient person. When he was typing code, he could type all night, and then all night, and all night, until the whole person walked and jumped, and he never complained.

But he didn't want to do it, after the novelty of the first few days passed, Wu Qingshui became listless as soon as he got rid of the calcite, if it wasn't for the collection of data, he was afraid that he would have stopped doing it.

In the past few days, Wu Qingshui's algorithm has been nearly completed, and the data collected before has been processed, and the grass in his heart has begun to grow wildly.

"Let's not grind, okay?" Wu Qingshui mechanically grinded the stone in his hand while torturing Qian Yang with words.

Qian Yang opened his innocent eyes: "The data of the red skin stone is not enough!"

"Dude, it's almost enough!" Wu Qingshui's face was so bitter that he could drip water.

Qian Yang nodded: "You are the boss, you can do it." ”

Wu Qingshui looked at the smooth calve-solving movement in Qian Yang's hand, and shouted, "Okay, are you still grinding?"

"What are you doing if you don't grind, you are idle!" Qian Yang said casually.

He has seen Wu Qingshui's appearance a lot in the past two years, and it has been relieved for him to vent.

"Don't grind!" Wu Qingshui dropped the stone and file in his hand, stood up and stood in front of Qian Yang, blocking all the light.

Qian Yang didn't look at him, let alone blocking the light, he could also solve the stone with his eyes closed now.

"I've decided! I'm going down the mountain!" Wu Qingshui's tone was firm.

"Okay!" Qian Yang nodded casually.

"Are you still grinding?" Wu Qingshui roared.

"Finally let me finish grinding this piece!" Qian Yang squeezed.

"Okay!" Wu Qingshui forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart: "After grinding this piece, follow me down the mountain, and we will make money." ”

Qian Yang sighed lightly: "The red skin stone is not on the market again, what is the hurry." ”

"You can make money by buying other stones!" Wu Qingshui really couldn't stand it.

"Grind it again!" Qian Yang's tone was soft.

"How long do you want to grind?" Wu Qingshui grabbed Qian Yang's neck.

Qian Yang didn't break free, and said aggrievedly: "At least let me finish grinding for this month, the salary can't be wasted!"

"That's what you told me half a year ago!" Wu Qingshui was completely mad.

"Really?" Qian Yang seemed to be thinking about it, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly realized: "It turns out that you have endured it for another half a year!

"You're sick!" Wu Qingshui took Qian Yang aside, flicked the sleeves of his robe and went back to his room, and slammed the door with a "bang".

"It's really crazy!" Qian Yang shrugged, lowered his head to look at the six spirit stones that had been formed in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "Sure enough, it is six medium-grade pieces, and I guessed it correctly!"

Elder Chen turned off the communication jade plate in his hand, his brows furrowed.

The matter of the Duobao Sect can be regarded as a report, but it is far from quenching the thirst, even if the sect immediately sends people to support, and when the people arrive at Hongtou Mountain, it will be at least half a month later.

Moreover, Elder Chen knew too well that for such a crucial matter, the sect wanted to come up with a "thorough" response plan, which by no means could be completed in three or two days.

After all, you have to rely on yourself!

No, he can top ten foundation building disciples himself, no matter what, it won't work, it's up to everyone!

"Someone's coming!" Elder Chen shouted out the door.

A disciple hurriedly walked in.

"Summoning deacons at all levels to discuss matters immediately!" Elder Chen commanded in a loud voice.

The disciple hurriedly responded, and hurriedly went out to find someone.

Elder Chen stroked his long hair and sat on his chair in deep thought.

How to deal with the possible war, the specific plan can be discussed again, but his position in this war, he must first know in his heart.

The deacons arrived one after another, and looking at Elder Chen, whose face was sinking like water, they all didn't say anything, and sat down silently by finding their own place.

Those who have a close relationship with each other quietly look at each other, and as for whether they have gotten the answer they want, only they themselves know.

Finally, everyone gathered, and Elder Chen also opened his mouth with a calm face:

"Five years ago, there was a dispute between our sect and the Duobao Sect over the ownership of Hongtou Mountain, and the then hall master Xiao Ruoyu was seriously injured, and the deacon Hong Yuhai was killed. After this battle, the seriously injured Xiao Hall Master returned to the sect to recuperate from his injuries, and I temporarily took over his general leadership of the Western Wilderness until today. ”

"Shicai, the Duobao Sect sent someone to see it, and under the pretext of looking for the bones of the master of the Duobao Sect who fell in this battle, he wanted to forcibly climb Hongtou Mountain, I don't know what you think?"

As soon as these words came out, the deacons below were in an uproar.

There was no one who could sit in the room with a bad brain, and one of the deacons immediately opened his mouth: "Duobao Sect is this to redefine the ownership of Hongtou Mountain?"

Elder Chen nodded: "What Deacon Lu said is reasonable, and I also think that this possibility cannot be ruled out. ”

"Who am I afraid of coming?" said another deacon, full of pride.

A red-faced deacon next to him shook his head: "My Hidden Sword Sect is naturally not afraid of Duobaozong, but it is better not to fight if I can." ”

"Why don't you call it better not to fight?," the deacon before had a mocking face.

The red-faced deacon pondered for a while: "What excuse did Duobaozong come up with?

Elder Chen coughed lightly: "I wasn't present at the incident, I don't know which deacon was in charge of cleaning the battlefield at that time?

The red-faced deacon immediately replied, "I remember that it seems that the white deacon is in charge of cleaning the battlefield. ”

The white deacon is naturally the white deacon who is now in charge of the No. 6 mining area, and as soon as the topic turns to him, he is very confused. Deacon Bai has been thinking about mining all these years, where do you remember what you have to do with war!

"Uh...... Elder let me think. The White Butler began to scratch his head.

A room full of deacons stopped talking, quietly watching Deacon Bai scratching his ears and cheeks, and Elder Chen also sipped his tea.

Finally, Deacon Bai recalled something and said: "The battle with the Duobao Sect was very tragic back then, I remember that after the war, a total of nearly a thousand corpses were collected, among which the corpses of the disciples of my sect were transported back to the sect one after another, and the bodies of the disciples of the Duobao Sect were ...... It should have all burned. ”

"Should it be burned?" the red-faced deacon smacked his lips and did not continue.

Elder Chen opened his mouth: "Can Deacon Bai be sure that the bones of the Hall Master of Zhou were indeed burned?"

Deacon Bai hesitated for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Elder Mingjian, I think it should be burned together." ”

Deacon Bai confessed this, but in fact, he couldn't remember clearly.

Elder Chen didn't embarrass him: "Just take it as a burner! Go back and recall the details, if the sect asks about it in the future, don't bother!"

Deacon Bai nodded yes, but he didn't have a feeling in his heart: if you fight, you will fight, and if you are the one who disposes of the corpse at that time, won't you burn it?

The red-faced deacon took over the conversation: "Since Deacon Bai can't get the bones of Hall Master Zhou, then we have to think about how to deal with the Duobao Sect next." ”

Deacon Bai scolded secretly: Don't carry me when you speak, you bastard.

Elder Chen didn't hear the meaning of the red-faced deacon's fall, and instead asked, "If the Duobao Sect is attacking on a large scale, how should we deal with it?"

Silent.

Elder Chen's face became more and more ugly.

The red-faced deacon was a little embarrassed when he saw the scene, and hurriedly said: "The battle for the mine is nothing more than two kinds, one is a regular battle outside the mine, and the other is hand-to-hand combat in the mine. The area of Hongtoushan Mine is not small, and our defense manpower is limited, so it is impossible to cover all aspects, so the decision on which combat method to adopt is not actually up to us. ”

"Deacon Lu, tell me about the comparison of the combat power of the two sides. Elder Chen looked at a thin old deacon.

The old deacon opened his mouth and replied: "There are more than 800 disciples of our sect stationed in the foundation building period in Hongtou Mountain, and the ...... of the Jindan period It's all here, there are twelve people in total, and only Elder Chen is the only one in the Yuan Infant Stage. ”

"That's all?" Elder Chen frowned.

The old deacon continued: "My sect is these people in the Hongtou Mountain Mine, in addition, in the Yifang City Branch, there are more than 100 disciples who deal with daily affairs, as for the combat power stationed in the Hidden Sword Mine, I don't know, it must be more than ours." ”

Elder Chen shook his head: "The guard force of the Hidden Sword Mine can't move. ”

Indeed, the Hidden Sword Mine is much more important than Hongtou Mountain, and there must be no mistakes, and when Elder Chen reported the situation to the sect, the only clear instruction given by the sect was that the Hidden Sword Mine could not be lost.

The red-faced deacon on the side interjected at this time: "There are all non-combat disciples in Yifang City, I'm afraid it is not appropriate to move lightly." ”

Elder Chen nodded and didn't say anything, the composition of the disciples in the branch hall is quite complicated, and none of them can die, and if they don't get it right, they will cause big trouble.

"That means we can only rely on the existing personnel of Hongtou Mountain to defend ourselves?" Elder Chen's face was serious.

The old deacon was silent.

Elder Chen asked again, "What is the composition of the Duobao Sect?"

The old deacon shook his head: "The fighters of the Duobao Sect stationed in the Western Wilderness are all in the Duobao Mine, and they don't dare to move lightly if they want to. Other than that, I've never heard of any other combat formation in the Duobao Sect, and we don't know if they've mobilized their personnel again this time. ”

"What does the intelligence department do for food?" Elder Chen stiffened his eyes.

The old deacon shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I am indeed responsible for the intelligence work, but the specific situation is also clear to the elders, no one has no money, where can I go to get intelligence?"

Elder Chen's eyes narrowed: "I have known about the weakness of the branch intelligence system for a long time, but I didn't know that it was so serious, and it has been like this for many years?"

The old deacon nodded: "It's been many years! The intelligence department of the branch hall has long been an ornament, and there is no full-time staff, and even me, the nominal person in charge, is part-time. ”

"Hall Master Xiao has dug a deep pit for me!" Elder Chen sighed.

The crowd was silent.

Elder Chen breathed a sigh of relief, put aside the matter of intelligence, and said instead, "The existing composition of the combat personnel is a little weak, is there any other way?"

The old deacon hesitated and nodded: "There are still some people who can fight." ”

"Where?" asked Elder Chen.

The old deacon sighed and said heavily, "Miner!"