pS (To be clear in advance, this book is about daily life + practice, and the protagonist’s strength gradually increases ≥﹏≤)
Magic City, a famous city in the ancient prosperous country of the East.
During the day, ordinary people here spend their time and energy working just to pursue their dreams. At night, powerful capitalists spend money to gain happiness.
At eight o'clock in the evening, in a high-rise building on the edge of the Magic City, Lin Jie looked indifferently and looked at the more iconic buildings of the Magic City through the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the top capitalists and powerful people staged.
One day he will squeeze in. He has this ambition and believes that he has the ability.
He finished smoking a cigarette and put it out. He took a breath and sat back in the office chair.
He is now the live broadcast department manager of a Chinese entertainment company and is responsible for operations. The income is considerable, but you still need to work hard to settle down here.
I am twenty-five this year. For a helpless person to reach this status in a society of favors, I can only say that half of it is due to ability and half to luck.
Lin Jie sighed, turned his attention to the laptop, and continued his work. Suddenly, he felt a twinge of heart palpitations and stopped working.
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to take a rest. After all, his body was still important. He didn't want to get sick from overwork at a young age.
There was a small bed in the office, and he would work overtime when he had nothing to do. Sometimes he would eat and live in the company.
Lie on the bed and close your eyes. He fell asleep after a while.
Yunshan Sect, at the main peak square, hundreds of disciples are surrounding both sides of the road. Most of them are male disciples. Those standing in front are holding gifts such as flowers, elixirs, and elixirs.
"Well, senior brother, may I ask, what are these senior brothers doing?"
"Are you a new disciple?"
"Yes, I was the new recruit of the sect half a month ago."
"Junior brother, you are still young, so you definitely don't understand. They are all waiting to see the fairy scene."
"Fairy scenery?"
"Yes, it is Leng Shixue, the direct disciple of Qingyun Peak. Yesterday he entered the Yuanying Realm. Today he went to the main peak to receive the training resources needed by the direct disciples of the Yuanying Realm."
"So that's it, senior brother, give me your seat!"
"Do you also want to see fairies? You want to think about things like this before your hair is all grown. Ouch, who squeezed me."
Leng Shixue walked expressionlessly on the stone steps coming down from the main peak hall. From a distance, she saw a dense crowd. A handsome young man in white clothes and a white crown stood among them, holding a flag.
"The cool and cold swordsman Leng Shixue, his appearance and sword aura crown Yunshan."
She recognized him as her number one admirer, and she organized a "Poetry Snow Club" with many admirers, saying that she wanted to help support her, defeat other mountain goddesses, and become the number one goddess of the Yunshan Sect.
Leng Shixue pestered her every day, although Leng Shixue had warned them that she did not need support and rejected their love, but it seemed to have little effect.
Originally, she could have left directly, but the deacon elder asked her to come down and let these disciples disperse. The reason was that gathering together would delay their cultivation, and the noisy atmosphere would not be good for the disciples who had just entered the sect half a month ago.
This happened because of her, and it was hard for her to refuse.
Leng Shixue sighed silently, looking at the admirers gathered at the foot of the mountain, feeling a little irritable.
She has a cool temperament and wears a white gauze skirt. Her long legs are exposed and her curvy figure is also restrained by the skirt. The pretty face is slightly cold. Her long black hair falls on her shoulders, with black hair touching her eyebrows.
As she strolled down, she attracted countless gazes. Her eyes swept across the surprised and excited crowd.
Then he stopped at a man. This man stared at him tightly, his eyes were stupid and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The face looked familiar, and he seemed to be someone who often tried his best to appear in front of her.
She was very impatient with such people.
This person is holding a tranquilizing flower in his hand. The fragrance of the flower has a calming effect. Planting is troublesome and the price is relatively expensive, but as a direct disciple, she does not lack these.
Therefore, she will not covet these people's belongings.
Lin Jie's eyes were distracted. Hearing the noisy sounds around him, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. Why was it so noisy? Wasn't he sleeping? While he was thinking about this, countless memories flooded into his mind.
Is this a dream? Why is it so clear? It’s different from usual dreams. Gradually, the diverging pupils shrank, and he saw a beautiful figure standing in front of him.
"Don't bother me anymore. I don't like any of you. I just want to practice well alone."
This cold and disdainful tone made Lin Jie sober up, and then he saw clearly the beautiful woman in front of him, with an oval face, long black hair, and a good figure.
Judging from his perspective as an entertainment company manager, he has interacted with many beautiful female anchors and models.
This is a very beautiful woman, mainly because of her cold and refined intangible temperament, and the cold and substantial boredom in her eyes.
Bored? Lin Jie was shocked, something is wrong, what is going on? What about acting?
Suddenly, he felt that his head hurt and became much heavier. His body stiffened and the Anshenhua in his hand fell to the ground. He couldn't help but squat down.
Tears flowed from his eyes. As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily, but they are not to the point of sadness. He hadn't cried in a long, long time. At this time, she was crying because of the pain in her mind. It was too painful.
However, in order to maintain his final dignity, he did not make a sound.
Leng Shixue's eyes were still cold, but when she saw the man in front of her suddenly squatted down and covered his head. He seemed to be suffering unspeakable pain.
"What’s wrong with you?"
She moved closer to him and squatted down. She fired a gentle spiritual energy to explore his physical condition, but to her surprise, her energy circulated smoothly in his body without any hindrance.
She looked at the young man in front of her with a strange expression. Lin Jie breathed slowly, and the pain in his mind disappeared.
He also received countless memories that were about him but did not belong to him.
He could only accept the fact that he traveled through time in his sleep and came to Lin Jie, an ordinary disciple of the Yunshan sect in a land of immortal relics. Yes, the guy with the same name as him.
Opening his eyes and looking at the lovely woman in front of him, he felt little excitement in his heart. Because he already knew from his memory that the original owner of this body was the licking dog of the girl in front of him.
Hey, there is no way to go to heaven, and there is no way for a licking dog to break through.
"Are you OK?"
The woman's tone was cold, but she didn't have the same feeling of disgust as before.
"It's okay, I'm sorry. I will never bother you again."
Lin Jie solemnly apologized to the cold girl in front of him. At the same time, the pain in his head did not dissipate. His eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.
Everyone around him thought that he was deeply hit because of Leng Shixue's words.
A frustrated person, the love scene is like a battlefield, he just fell in love with someone he is not worthy of. People around were talking a lot. Lin Jie didn't listen either.
This woman has a good character and is not a green tea scumbag. The original owner has good vision, but she just likes to be a dog licker.
Lin Jie sighed, stood up, said goodbye and left. People around him whispered, and some even said that they pretended to be fainted to get close to Leng Shixue. Licking a dog will not end well, and neither will the clown.
【I know you, you are the best to me, I know, I have always known】
He was holding Anshenhua in his hand and humming this song. He felt that his nose was turning red. Don't really turn into a clown, so he chuckled.
Seeing him leaving, Leng Shixue's eyes turned slightly cold again, and she looked coldly at the leading people in front of her, including the slut in white who was holding the flag.
"Long-lasting fire? Let me say it one last time. If you make such a move next time, you will be responsible for the consequences."
The handsome young man's expression froze, he stood with his hands behind his hands and sighed to himself.
"Where is the bright moon and the gentle breeze? I haven't seen the breeze and I haven't seen anyone."
Leng Shixue gave him a roll of eyes. There is nothing to say about this guy.
The environment is not right, so I copy poems again, and the original author's quality is only mediocre, so I still have to recite poems here.
"Get out of here quickly and let these people disperse."
After saying that, she left with Yu Jian without looking back.
Xu Jiuhuo's expression showed no trace of frustration and he waved his hand towards the sky.
"Senior sister, walk slowly."
