After staying for a while, Song Luo sent off a large number of colleagues who worked in the same unit but whom he had rarely met. At the same time, he fell into deep thought about tomorrow's award ceremony.
Why did you grant yourself such a position for no reason?
But it doesn’t matter, maybe others have it too?
I have now demonstrated the strength of a pseudo-level four, so it is only natural that I am taken seriously.
but……
What does it mean to pay attention to a person with the surname Yan?
Song Luo didn't think this was a big deal. After all, he hadn't received any wanted warrant. It was probably the old practitioners' own business. Song Luo just had a thought and put it behind his mind, ignoring all these miscellaneous matters.
Looking at the time, it was probably time to practice. Song Luo exhaled a breath of turbid air and suddenly thought of something. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, ate a "Shunmai Pill", and then took out a lotus seed from the system backpack, held it on the tip of his tongue, and then came to the cushion, sat cross-legged in meditation, visualized "Xing Tian Dancing with Gan Qi", and began to practice.
To others, spiritual practice may be a boring process.
Day after day, no matter how comfortable it is, after practicing for a long time, there will be some natural immunity and aesthetic fatigue.
But for Song Luo, there was no problem in this regard.
For Song Luo, practicing is just AFK. Who would care about being boring?
Entering the paradise is the real way out.
As soon as he thought of this, Song Luo's consciousness gradually calmed down and he entered the blessed land.
This trip was relatively smooth, and there were no other problems. Yang Huanyi's face looked a little pale, probably because he was injured when he encountered the thunderbird in the last copy.
Through the health value, Song Luo could also see that Yang Huanyi's blood volume was slowly increasing, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Without saying anything more, he continued to hone his swordsmanship here.
Good times are always short. Time soon came to six o'clock the next day, and Song Luo got up in time.
I took a look at the memo on my phone and saw that the award ceremony would be held at 8 o'clock today.
After yawning, Song Luo did his morning exercises as usual.
Song Luo didn't really care about being awarded honors or anything like that.
To put it bluntly, these are just honors. The real strength is not determined by these, but by day-to-day practice, and... the system, plus points!
After doing morning exercises as usual, Song Luo arrived at the community he had not visited for a long time and found many unfamiliar faces.
They gathered in groups of three or five and seemed to be on very good terms. They were actually breathing or practicing martial arts with each other, which surprised Song Luo a little.
Before he went to Yeling City, there weren't so many people in this park.
"A new colleague?"
As soon as Song Luo arrived here, a young man approached him and said to him with a slight smile, "Hello, my name is Wang Yanbin. I'm a clerk in the Third Operations Section of the Non-Security Bureau. I started working there two weeks ago. I see you're all alone, how about some company?"
After that, Wang Yanbin pointed to a place not far away where there were also three people, two women and one man: "We are together."
Song Luo looked at the few people not far away, then looked at the guy with a smile on his face, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.
What’s going on? Do we have to form a team to do dungeons together even for morning exercises these days?
What daily tasks?
Since he was free anyway, Song Luo was about to agree when he heard a soft, almost smiling voice: "Is this Mr. Song?"
The voice was filled with a feminine chill, which made Song Luo frown. He turned around abruptly and looked in the direction of the voice, only to find that the person who was speaking was actually a fat old man in his forties or fifties.
The old man exudes an extremely cold aura. Others may not feel it, but Song Luo can clearly feel the chill that seeps into his bones.
A third-level transcendent.
Although he is only a level three transcendent, Song Luo believes that he must have some means to fight against a level four transcendent!
Song Luo looked alert, but he remained calm as he smiled at the old man and said, "It's me. Who is you, sir?"
After seeing Song Luo's admission, the chubby old man immediately smiled and said, "I am Yan Yunpeng from the Ice Vein Cultivation School. I come from Tianshan and am currently serving as the principal in Pengnan City. I came here specifically to meet Young Friend Song."
Tianshan?!
Song Luo naturally knew this name. In ancient times, that place was called the Western Regions. Nowadays, it is rich in beauties. Many beauties in the entertainment industry are from Tianshan...
but……
His last name is Yan?
Song Luo subconsciously thought of what Ye Yao had conveyed to Mr. Yao yesterday.
Don’t get too involved with a guy named Yan, he’s always talking nonsense.
Although this is what people say, people still have to make their own judgments after all. They cannot just follow the crowd and believe everything others say.
Only a fool would believe whatever is said.
What's more, the fat old man in front of him is now the person in charge of Pengnan City, which naturally attracts Song Luo's attention.
The reason is simple. Song Luo's hometown is Pengnan, but after graduating from university, he has been staying in Gaohai City to work.
Gaohai City is his second hometown, but Song Luo’s real hometown will always be Pengnan.
"Excuse me, I have something to discuss with this gentleman."
Song Luo first apologized to Wang Yanbin behind him, and then walked towards the stone bench not far away with Yan Yunpeng.
Yan Yunpeng walked along with a cheerful look on his face, saying to Song Luo, "Young friend Song is truly a promising young man. He's only been practicing for two months, but he's already reached such strength today... Sigh, unlike me, who has practiced since childhood. Even if I were to encounter a spiritual energy revival, I'd only be able to match Young friend Song's strength of two months. This really puts me to shame."
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