Chapter 223 Ice Age
Summer.

Linjiang City.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Yang Fan woke up on time.

He opened his eyes, looked at the stars on the ceiling, and sighed with contentment.

The pattern was exactly the original astrological image he was trying to draw. Although he was improving it every day, it was always difficult to express the true meaning.

In a word, it has the form but lacks the spirit.

Just yesterday.

All of Shapten's operations were over.

The mountain from the sky was moved back, and Daxia had exclusive possession of the mountain, with not a single bit of it flowing to other countries.

The large-scale spiritual training of the Daxia organization came to an end, and the portal to the Hanyuan projection area was also closed.

After being bustling for nearly a month, Shapudian has finally quieted down.

Late last night.

Yang Fan returned to Linjiang City and quietly arrived at his new home. He put his clone into his clone doll.

"Wow~"

The faint sound of flowing water came from downstairs.

This is the Daxia rural dog Wangzai watering the green plants in the greenhouse.

Yang Fan sat up and waved his right hand lightly.

The curtains opened with a swish, revealing a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the morning light immediately poured into the room.

Yang Fan took a look and immediately saw a vast expanse of silver.

Due to the influence of the Tianzhu Ice Field and the Hanyuan, the super cold wave arrived as expected, and the entire Canglan Star experienced a round of plummeting temperatures.

Last night he entered the territory of Daxia and saw the amazing sight of snow falling for thousands of miles.

Even many sea areas near the equator have condensed into a thin layer of sea ice.

This incident was reported in major media around the world.

More than one media outlet used the term "Ice Age" to describe this cold wave disaster.

Yang Fan took out his cell phone and saw a series of messages.

The first one is a notice from Tianxing Agriculture: "According to the forecast of the National Meteorological Observatory, this round of cold wave is extremely severe. For the safety and health of all employees, the company has decided to take a three-day holiday. Salaries will be paid as usual during the holiday, and only necessary personnel will be on duty during the holiday."

The second notice is also from the company: "From now on, during the cold wave, the company will implement a special work schedule. The working hours are tentatively set at 10 a.m. and the off-duty time is tentatively set at 4 p.m."

The third is a special notice sent to him by the company: "Dear Minister Yang, the cold wave is coming with great force, posing a great threat to the lives and safety of the people. The company has decided to grant you 7 days of special paid leave. Warm reminder: this leave plus 3 days of leave for all employees, you will enjoy 10 days of paid leave."

The fourth was a "consolation" message: "Dear Minister Yang, in view of the many inconveniences caused by the cold wave to your work and life, the company has decided to issue you a special shopping voucher of 2000 yuan per month as a cold weather allowance."

Seeing this, Yang Fan muttered softly, "It really is a place with a lot of money, little work, and close to home."

Not only that, there are also plenty of holidays.

of course.

He knew very well that the main reason the company offered such good treatment was that the weather tree he created had alarmed the Daxia Institute of Supernatural Powers.

The research institute sent several researchers to stay in Linjiang City for a period of time to study the weather tree up close.

From the perspective of Tianxing Agricultural Company, what could be more face-saving than this?

In the entire Linjiang City’s New Agricultural Company, or even in the Hedong Province, there is no other company that has such capabilities!

The fifth item is no longer a company notice, but a reminder from Linjiang City Hall: "In order to combat the cold wave, the city calls on all citizens to shovel snow from the ground in the community every day to avoid accidents."

The sixth item is also from the City Hall: "The city has established a cold wave natural disaster emergency command center. The command center plans to organize a 'snow removal team' to regularly clear snow from the roads. We are now recruiting snow removal personnel from across the city and will provide three meals and basic benefits. Those interested in signing up, please click the link below."

Yang Fan couldn't help but smile.

The last time there was a natural disaster caused by poisonous mosquitoes, it was the mosquito extermination team. Now the natural disaster caused by the cold wave has turned into the snow removal team. It is really a characteristic of Daxia.

This kind of work has certain welfare benefits, the workload is not too heavy, and it can also solve certain employment problems.

He clicked on the link out of curiosity and found that the number of registered people had exceeded 27.

Yang Fan smacked his lips and said, "It's only been eight hours since the news was released. It seems the unemployment problem is still very serious."

After half an hour.

The housekeeper Gou Wangzai prepared breakfast.

After finishing his breakfast, Yang Fan started to do another thing - studying "The Book of Qingyang".

Something moved in his heart.

A pen appeared out of thin air.

It was François, a commoner from the Principality of Faerran, who donated the mysterious weapon to Daxia.

The day before yesterday, the officials sent the pen from Faerran to Shapden as quickly as possible and handed it to him.

"Wang!"

Wangzai barked and tilted his head to stare at the pen.

Although it was just a dog, it could sense that this thing was emitting a faint smell of blood.

The fountain pen jumped a few times and sighed, "It turns out that the famous Daxia ghost just lives in an ordinary house."

Yang Fan asked back: "Where do you think I should live?"

The fountain pen replied: "You are the strongest person on Canglan Star. You should live in a magnificent palace like a king."

Yang Fan curled his lips: "It's not comfortable in the palace at all. I am stared at by countless people every day."

The fountain pen was very surprised: "That's a look of admiration, how can I feel uncomfortable?"

Yang Fan shook his head and said, "You think this is a good thing because you lack admiring gazes, but I am always met with admiring gazes wherever I go, and I'm tired of it." The pen was choked.

This guy targeted the Daxia Garden Dog again: "Mr. Wangzai, as long as you give me one eighth of your liver, I will help you master all the knowledge of civil engineering within half a month and make you a top expert in the industry."

It added: "For Mr. Ghost's sake, this is a very favorable price. If it were anyone else, I would ask for two-thirds of the liver."

This strange device was deeply influenced by its first owner, who was obsessed with spreading civil engineering knowledge.

Wangzai let out a “woop” and shook his head repeatedly.

I don't want to be a civil engineer!
The pen sighed again: "It seems that you are too young to understand the importance of knowledge."

Wangzai wagged his tail and walked away, ready to clean the kitchen.

This big summer farm dog has seen three of his master's strange weapons.

It used to think that the wood sculpture had a brain disease, but now it seems that the pen is even more seriously ill.

Yang Fan took out a strange green bone, which was the "Qingyang Book", and input a strong force.

The Qingyang Book immediately floated in the air.

Yang Fan stretched out another finger and tapped the bone lightly.

Layer upon layer of ripples immediately appeared, wrapping the "Qingyang Book" in the center.

He used his strength to squeeze a drop of blood from his fingertips, and then quietly activated the power of the law of life.

The blood changed instantly.

The blood drop began to shrink and expand, as if it was breathing, as if it had life.

Yang Fan trembled his fingers.

Drops of blood flew out and hit the bones.

next moment.

"Ah~"

A shrill howl sounded.

But the ripples blocked the sound.

Wangzai downstairs didn't hear any sound.

Subsequently.

A strange scene appeared.

Thousands of bright red tentacles, seemingly made of blood and with a faint sense of illusion, emerged from the bones.

Pen's tone was full of amazement: "Mr. Ghost, opening the 'Blue Sheep Blood Lock' requires a knight-level skill. I didn't expect that you can master it with just a beginner warrior. No wonder you have become the strongest person on Canglan Star."

The so-called "Qingyang Blood Lock" is the secret sealing method of "Qingyang Book".

If you can't open the blood lock, it's just a bone.

After opening the blood lock, it was revealed that this was a book of the Qingyang tribe.

of course.

From the perspective of the Canglan people, this strange appearance does not look like a book at all.

But the original world was populated by countless races, as well as various civilizations captured by them. Each race had a different way of recording information, so the carriers of their classics were naturally different.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "If you hadn't pointed out some tricks, I wouldn't have figured out how to unlock it."

Ambassador Zhang, who discovered this strange weapon, believed that it possessed the ability to understand languages.

actually not.

This is a higher level of power - analyzing the mystery.

The lost ancient Golden Pagoda script can be considered a mystery, but it can be deciphered by a fountain pen.

The blood lock that seals the "Qingyang Book" is another higher-level mystery.

The fountain pen spent less than a day meditating on the skeleton and gave him several important hints, helping him find the key to unlocking the blood lock.

And before that.

Yang Fan studied bones for half a month but still could not find the answer.

At this time.

The fountain pen said with a grudge: "That stupid guy Francois doesn't understand the importance of knowledge at all.

"It's just like the Qingyang Book in front of you. If you don't have knowledge, you can't open the blood lock at all."

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.

He discovered that the mind of this strange weapon was even smaller than the tip of a needle.

Its previous owner François made a few sarcastic remarks to it, and it has always kept them in mind, and would curse François as a fool every day.

The fountain pen suggested again: "Mr. Ghost, the blood lock is a powerful means of control. You can study it carefully, and perhaps you can deduce a new secret technique."

Yang Fan asked: "I found that there are three directions for the blood lock to be deduced, namely controlling the soul, controlling the strength, and controlling the body. Which direction do you think has the most potential?"

The pen was stunned for a moment: "So many?"

It couldn't help but say: "Mr. Ghost, you really don't look like a beginner warrior at all."

As a magical tool that tends to be knowledge-oriented, the fountain pen naturally has a deep understanding of the original world.

So it knows that discovering three directions of deduction means having a very deep understanding of the blood lock.

However, deeply understanding the blood lock is much more difficult than breaking it.

After all, the latter only requires mastering a few key points.

But the problem is that a beginner warrior actually has a deep understanding of the knight-level blood lock, even if it is only a part of it, it is a challenge to cognition.

(End of this chapter)