Chapter 141 Chapter 141
Chapter 141
Of course, this description can only be kept in your mind.
The old lady with a rosy face still looked at Gao Wenjun kindly.
But the tone was a little cold and hard: "Wenjun, tell grandma where you got this set of skills from."
When Gao Wenjun heard the old lady's tone, he felt a chill down his spine - especially when he saw the wooden bracelet on the old lady's wrist move.
Granny Gu is not someone you can easily mess with. Even though she practices the gentle wood-based martial arts such as the Wood Essence Sutra, when she was young, Granny Gu relied on the vampire vine that she got from somewhere and the natural toxicity of the vampire vine to be one of the top ten tough characters among the aristocratic families.
Now that she is older and has grandchildren, Granny Gu has become much kinder, making people forget how terrible her methods were when she was young.
Gao Wenjun swallowed his saliva, but there was no sign of weakness on his face. Instead, he said righteously, "These are gifts from others. Before asking that person, I cannot reveal my secret method."
Gao Wenjun had made a careful calculation. Previously, because of his mental method, the people in the cultivation world were reprimanded by their master. Although he was not asked to swear an oath to destroy his inner demon, Gao Wenjun himself still did not reveal a single thing to anyone.
First, so that those cultivators would look at him differently after discovering this matter, and second...
Gao Wenjun actually wanted to keep it a secret.
Moreover, if he released it directly, there was no telling who would turn against him, so it was better to keep it secret and wait until he had mastered enough training.
Unfortunately, he was discovered before he could practice to the second level of forest*evening*organization.
'No wonder they used these precious instruments to tie me up.' Gao Wenjun thought as he looked at the immortal ropes on his body, and then a voice sounded.
"So who is that person?"
The voice was quite majestic. Gao Wenjun looked up and found that it was his master. He sighed and immediately realized that if he didn't explain the matter clearly today, his master would probably be implicated.
Gao Wenjun looked at his master who was blinking at him frantically to give him a hint, then slowly lowered his head and said.
"It was the cultivators who gave me the Heart Sutra, but I could only get the most basic ones, which is why I dare not tell you..."
Gao Wenjun was speaking with his head down, intending to back down and belittle himself a few times, but the simultaneous shouting made Gao Wenjun swallow the rest of his words back into his throat.
"What!"
The other old monsters who had just been sitting leisurely on their chairs could no longer sit still and suddenly stood up and shouted.
"Cultivator? When did you have any contact with a cultivator?!" Granny Gu, who had the worst temper and was closest to Gao Wenjun, stepped forward, grabbed Gao Wenjun's arm and asked excitedly.
A cultivator is a cultivator!
In fact, all the noble families were cultivators in the past, but in this Dharma-Ending Age, the spiritual energy has weakened, and these people who were once able to move mountains and fill the sea can only barely cultivate a little spiritual power in modern society.
However, the spiritual energy of this world is getting weaker with each generation, and their descendants are also getting weaker with each generation.
And a few years ago they were even worried that they would disappear.
But now!
Now that cultivators have appeared, is it possible for them to restore the glory of their ancestors?
Looking at the very excited families.
Gao Wenjun, who looked confused, finally realized something.
Although everyone around him now knows that those so-called ancient martial arts masters with special abilities are actually cultivators.
——But the noble families who had contact with mortals and who extremely despised the Special Management Bureau had never heard of this matter.
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That day, the family discovered that their information lag was just like that of cavemen.
Facts have proved that people really cannot be separated from society for too long. Even if they can form a small society, the small society is still not good enough compared to the real society.
The cultivators have been in Country A for nearly four months, and they just found out about this now. They didn’t even know that these cultivators ended up in the Special Management Bureau!
They only knew that the Special Management Bureau had recruited a lot of people in the past few months.
But who could have imagined that there were cultivators inside!
All the noble families looked dazed, and the meeting that was originally intended to denounce Gao Wenjun ended in a whimper. In the end, Gao Wenjun was only punished by being sent to a small dark room for a few days.
However, before the show ended, the aristocratic families still said a lot to Gao Wenjun, saying things like the aristocratic families were Gao Wenjun's most steadfast supporters.
These words sound very inspiring and touching, but...
It’s hard to say how much Gao Wenjun believed it, but at least Gao Wenjun looked touched.
The noble families naturally nodded with satisfaction when they saw Gao Wenjun's expression - and then they called the Special Management Bureau to see if they could get in touch with those cultivators.
Gao Wenjun was originally relieved. As long as they got in touch with the Special Management Bureau, they could contact the Special Management Bureau for all subsequent matters.
However……
Gao Wenjun listened to the arrogant words of these aristocratic families, who did not regard the Special Management Bureau as equals but as dogs.
He slowly held his forehead.
"If the Special Management Bureau agrees, then there will be trouble!"
Gao Wenjun shouted in his heart.
Facts have proved that Gao Wenjun was indeed correct in his judgment.
The Special Management Bureau, backed by the cultivators, hung up the phone without even saying a word.
He stole Granny Gu's job and had to call the family members of the Special Management Bureau:...
Fortunately, Granny Gu let bygones be bygones, and after the noble family member apologized in public and gave her some of the most useful talismans on the market, Granny Gu smiled and began to call the Special Management Bureau.
The Special Management Bureau then agreed to allow the noble families to send people into the Bureau.
"...But Granny Gu, you also know that the number of places given by the higher-ups is limited, and now everything depends on the written test and interview results, otherwise the people outside will really protest."
The member of the Special Management Bureau on the other end of the phone said it tactfully, and Granny Gu immediately understood the Special Management Bureau's implication.
This time, the noble families have to bring out some of their best treasures.
Granny Gu put down the phone and looked at the people from the aristocratic family and slowly explained the implication of what the Special Management Bureau had just said.
"...What the Special Management Bureau means is that if the items are ugly or defective, don't send them over. After all, they don't collect scraps." Grandma Gu said, glancing at the people in front of her.
The noble families naturally nodded repeatedly, even their previous unhappiness disappeared, and their faces were full of ecstasy.
He is a cultivator!
These people raised their hands and said goodbye, preparing to go home to see if their children could enter the Special Management Bureau.
Granny Gu sighed and looked at the noble families who had originally looked down on the Special Management Bureau.
The offense and defense have changed.
*
Gao Wenjun realized something as he looked at the scene in front of him. He lowered his eyes and secretly thanked God that he maintained a good relationship with the Special Management Bureau.
...Although I have some small thoughts, it shouldn't be a big problem.
Recalling his country A nationality and country A industry, Gao Wenjun thought - and then he was locked up in a small dark room.
He still has three days of punishment in the small dark room.
However, Gao Wenjun's journey in the small dark room was not that uncomfortable. When he was in the small dark room, the people guarding him outside did not blame him too much because of the good news Gao Wenjun brought.
They would even talk to him, although what they said was mostly based on their own interests.
For example, this one now.
“…Although he is an outsider, your Aunt Su told me that if Xiao Su doesn’t mind, the two young people also have something to say.”
The person who said this was from the aristocratic family that was guarding Gao Wenjun today, and was also the son-in-law of the Su family.
He was tactfully asking Gao Wenjun about his subordinate Sheng Xingsi, whether he could contribute him to slide as an asset for the noble families.
Gao Wenjun just found these words funny.
He had met the daughter of the Su family. She looked down on him at first, but after seeing his strength, she wanted to get close to him. But unfortunately, she was ugly, had low cultivation, and had nothing.
He would be crazy to accept her as his lover.
And now that they found out that Sheng Xingsi is rich, the Su family has changed their target again, right?
Gao Wenjun refused directly, but did not say anything unpleasant. He was just a little tactful, like a good boss who was very concerned about his subordinates.
I don’t know if Uncle Su understood or not, but he still insisted on sending his daughter to the Special Management Bureau.
——Then I was rejected by the Special Management Bureau, and the words they said were quite unpleasant.
After all, most of the people in the Special Management Bureau are retired from the military, and being gentle and considerate to women does not exist for them.
"…This is the Special Management Bureau! This is not a place for you to pick up men. Put away your cramping eyes and get out!"
All the children of noble families who were left behind in the Trusteeship Bureau watched helplessly as the little daughter of the Su family ran out crying.
——While running, she did not forget to play with her hair to show off her superior jawline to the instructors.
Ling Mei whispered to her companions: "The daughter of the Su family has really been taught badly by her parents. All she can think about is men. Men, men. What kind of occasion is this? She's actually thinking about men."
"There's nothing we can do. That's how her parents taught her, and she herself has never been to school." Wu Yue also whispered to Ling Mei, his eyes full of sympathy for the Su family's daughter.
"So, no matter whether you are a boy or a girl, you still have to study and get in touch with society. I know that those so-called ancient martial arts masters with special abilities from the Feng Dynasty are not right, but my parents only find out about it now." Ling Mei said with a sigh.
It was only when she came for the selection this time that she realized how ignorant her parents were.
After the instructor from the Special Management Bureau drove the little daughter of the Su family out, he coughed at the doctor in a very serious tone, causing Ling Mei and Wu Yue to immediately stop talking, look forward with serious faces, and even straighten their bodies subconsciously.
The instructor looked at Ling Mei and Wu Yue and was quite satisfied in his heart, but his face was still quite serious, and he looked like a living devil when he spoke.
"Congratulations on becoming a member of the Special Management Bureau. In the coming days, I will be responsible for your training. I also hope that you can pass the assessment perfectly and become a qualified soldier who is loyal to the country!"
Although these young men from aristocratic families did not agree with the last sentence, they still shouted in a very serious tone: "Yes sir!"
Those who are selected by the Special Management Bureau are not fools. Even if they don’t agree in their hearts, they have to pretend to be so—of course, with the exception of the youngest daughter of the Su family.
The instructor nodded with satisfaction and asked them to go back to the dormitory to pack their luggage first, as they would start formal training tomorrow.
They also watched the instructor leave before immediately walking towards their own dormitories with their companions.
While walking on the road, they also met some members of the Special Management Bureau. Some of them had kung fu skills similar to theirs, while some were even worse than them.
But their shrewd and capable temperament, and their aura of having definitely seen blood, formed a sharp contrast with those of the children of noble families who had been hidden by their families.
It's like the difference between a fledgling eagle and a seasoned bird of prey.
As they watched, the children from the noble families put away their contempt and began to look forward to the next training.
The same was true for Ling Mei and Wu Yue. As they walked on the road, they subconsciously assessed the difference in strength between themselves and the members of the Special Management Bureau, and discovered that their internal strength was much higher than that of the members of the Special Management Bureau.
but……
"…If we really fight these players, I'm afraid we don't have much chance of winning."
Ling Mei looked at a team member who had just walked over and said to Wu Yue, and Wu Yue nodded. She also thought so. Real combat was completely different from the fancy show on the stage.
Wu Yue was thinking when she suddenly heard someone next to her gasp. She quickly turned her head and the man she saw made her subconsciously tense her muscles.
——What a ferocious aura it was, and all the internal energy that was detected in him seemed to disappear without a trace like a drop in the ocean.
But he didn't even look at them. The temptation from so many people was like a tickle to him.
Cultivator.
These three words suddenly popped up in Wu Yue's mind, and were immediately confirmed by Wu Yue.
This kind of strength is truly only possessed by cultivators.
Everyone watched as the cultivator walked quickly over, his eyes flashing with desire for strength.
Only Ling Mei was a little absent-minded.
——She seemed to have seen this cultivator’s face somewhere?
Long Feng (quickening his pace silently): Why are all these warriors looking at me? Could it be that they recognized me? ? ?
Long Feng came here today to visit his fellow Taoists.
It has been almost two months since they separated, and he came to ask about their progress. If possible, he wanted to return to the world of cultivation.
"...It has absolutely nothing to do with my social death in Country A!" Long Feng emphasized to Lin Zhu before leaving.
Lin Zhu nodded and tolerantly tolerated Long Feng who had just died in Country A.
Long Feng didn't know whether Lin Zhu believed it or not, but he couldn't possibly fight with Lin Zhu, so he hurried to the Special Management Bureau. He had already greeted the people here in advance.
The Special Management Bureau naturally also warmly welcomed the arrival of Long Feng, the cultivator. After all, judging from the words of those cultivators, Long Feng's strength was even stronger than theirs.
Although Long Feng also felt this enthusiasm, he always felt that their enthusiasm was not only because they valued his identity as a cultivator, but more likely because they saw his face.
Long Feng silently walked away from the group of Special Management Bureau members who were looking at him with quite enthusiastic eyes.
"I hope the next person I meet will be a little more normal and not look at me." Long Feng prayed silently.
And it seemed that God heard his wish. When Long Feng walked into the building, a member wearing the clothes of a Special Management Bureau member and wearing small round sunglasses appeared at the end of the corridor. When he saw him, he stopped immediately and did not look at him with enthusiastic eyes.
——Instead, he turned around and ran away, as if Long Feng was some kind of monster.
Long Feng: ...
Fortunately, the next Special Management Bureau members he met were quite normal, and one member was even kind enough to point out the location of the training ground to him.
Long Feng also hurried over to the training ground.
However, the scene that came into view made Long Feng, a battle-hardened guy, subconsciously hold his breath.
From Long Feng's perspective, a 'person' with layers of flesh on his body, who looked like a ball, was wriggling and panting in the middle of the training ground.
The trembling fat produced disgusting waves of flesh as he moved, and the clothes on his body could not cover his fat.
——It almost made Long Feng vomit.
"What is that?" He subconsciously used his spiritual power to sense the "person".
However, the familiar spiritual power made Long Feng look at that 'person' with disbelief.
"Wei...Fellow Daoist Wei Yang!?"
*
Long Feng almost drew his sword and chopped down the Special Management Bureau.
After all, in his opinion, making a human being so fat in just three or four months must mean that the Special Management Bureau must have done something bad to Wei Yang.
"...Otherwise, how could he have gained nearly 800 kilograms in just three or four months!"
Long Feng said almost shouting.
As he said this, he pointed his finger at the ball beside him.
Wei Yang let out a hint of anger from his nose.
Yan Qing: ...
The senior sister of the Biyu Sect rubbed her solar plexus with a headache, and then handed the information she had prepared to Long Feng.
"You won't believe my Daoist friend Daolong. After receiving the news that you were coming yesterday, I started preparing. Just look at how much takeout he has ordered during this period."
Didn't Yan Qing suspect the Special Management Bureau? No, she did, and she still hadn't withdrawn her suspicion.
...But the evidence provided by Wei Yang himself directly cleared the Special Management Bureau of suspicion.
Yan Qing sighed and said, "Wei Yang ordered more than 10 takeout meals a day in the past three months, and they were all high-calorie hamburgers, French fries, and various types of pizza. He even knew to make himself a midnight snack."
"Wei Yang prefers cheese and high-calorie meat patties. Cultivators absorb them well. He also doesn't like sports and is addicted to games and various comics."
Long Feng asked doubtfully: "Can't you control him? After all, we are all fellow Taoists."
"Haven't we tried to control him? But he stays in his room every day. He scolds anyone who comes over, even his junior fellow apprentice. It's hard for the Special Management Bureau to control him either, after all, with our identities. If anyone controls him, Wei Yang will say a word and they will lose their job."
Yan Qing glared at Wei Yang as he spoke.
"We even tried to persuade him with his girlfriend, but he ended up scolding the mortal girl and she cried on the spot. Even so, the girl still stayed with him and didn't abandon him. She was scolded by him for more than a month before she finally couldn't stand it and broke up with him. Even so, he still scolded the girl for falling in love with his junior brother!"
When Wei Yang heard this, he wanted to speak angrily, but was silenced by Junior Sister Yanyan at the side. In the end, he could only stare at them.
After casting the silencing spell, Junior Sister Yanyan said, "Brother Long, to be honest, this was purely Wei Yang's doing. His Junior Brother had nothing to do with that girl. That mortal girl is only 20 years old this year. He made her so angry that she wiped her tears and was transferred to Africa. That place is not much better than the Northern Plains."
Junior Sister Yanyan spoke angrily, and even kicked Wei Yang when she was angry. However, judging from the fact that Wei Yang didn't even groan, this kick probably didn't do any harm to him at all.
As Long Feng listened, the expression on his face gradually froze, and then turned into disbelief.
Niu Qiang also said angrily: "That mortal woman is already a rare good woman. Brother Wei Yang is in such a state, but he still thinks that she is not worthy of him and thinks it is the woman's fault. If this happened in the world of cultivation, I am afraid that Brother Wei Yang would have been pierced by thousands of arrows from her brothers, masters, parents, and siblings the first time you scolded her."
Seeing that everyone was condemning Wei Yang, Long Feng understood that it was really Wei Yang's fault this time.
"...Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist Long, why did you come to see us this time?"
Yan Qing expressed all the resentment in his heart before looking at Long Feng with a puzzled look.
"...I just came to ask you when we will return to the world of cultivation. After all, we have been in the mortal world for several months. But now it seems that I still have to help Fellow Daoist Wei lose weight."
Long Feng came back to his senses and said uncomfortably, and Yan Qing immediately remembered the short video of Long Feng and Gao Wenjun that he had seen a few months ago.
...She seemed to know why Long Feng insisted on going back.
Yan Qing forced himself to lower the corner of his mouth and nodded seriously: "With the help of Fellow Daoist Long, Wei Yang should be able to lose weight faster."
The task of helping Wei Yang lose weight and allowing them to quickly return to the world of cultivation was decided, and Lin Zhu quickly arrived at the Special Management Bureau within half an hour after being notified by Long Feng.
Wei Yang looked at the person who was originally on an equal footing with him with great humiliation, looking at him as if he were looking at something disgusting.
"Die, die, die, die..."
No one noticed how Wei Yang's face flashed with resentment as his flesh was squeezed into a crack.
Even Director Yang, who was watching the surveillance, shifted his gaze from the piece of meat to observe the situation of the children of the noble families.
At this moment, there was a "bang" sound, which almost scared Director Yang, but then he thought that the door of the monitoring room was not something that anyone could kick open. Sure enough, when Director Yang turned around, he found Sheng Xingsi standing at the door, panting.
However, the strange thing is that the expression on Sheng Xingsi's face...
He was actually panic-stricken.
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"Bang!"
Sheng Xingsi closed the door of the monitoring room with a loud bang.
Director Yang was about to ask Sheng Xingsi what happened, but he only saw Sheng Xingsi take out his cell phone and quickly dial the person on the other end.
"Dad, have you had any contact with those investors recently? ... Same for me, ... Yes, it has also grown bigger, ... Okay, be careful recently."
Sheng Xingsi spoke seriously to the person on the other end of the phone, and also reminded Wen Li on the other end of the phone to be careful. This series of actions made Director Yang feel quite uneasy.
"What happened?" Director Yang asked as soon as Sheng Xingsi hung up the phone.
"The resentment has been growing wildly in recent months. It seems to be because of the gate to the other world. While Fengchao's spiritual energy has increased our spiritual energy, the resentment has also increased."
Sheng Xingsi fell on the chair and said irritably, "When I just came in, I saw several people with grievances. Half a year ago, there was only one person among hundreds of people, and they were very mild."
"The resentment in Boss Wu is the strongest I've seen in the past six months. It has condensed into a resentful spirit. I took action with good intentions, but you guys caught me in the end."
Director Yang immediately imagined many serious consequences. She asked in a serious voice, "Will resentment bring about any bad consequences?"
"Irritability is the most basic thing. After all, it is a negative emotion of human beings. It can cause broken arms and legs at the mildest, and even death at the worst."
Sheng Xingsi closed his eyes and said, sounding quite tired. He was indeed tired. He had just finished drawing a talisman for a conference room and had finally decorated another conference room for the Special Management Bureau.
Director Yang immediately began to think about who around him had this symptom, while Sheng Xingsi was still talking.
"...After all, when resentment increases to a certain level, it can control people to behave completely differently than usual, and it is normal for them to die."
Director Yang, who had thought of something, said: ...Wait a moment.
The dozen or so matches that Long Feng and Gao Wenjun had before were like elementary school students...
It seems like the case has been solved.
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