After a long time, everything calmed down, and he withdrew from the sea of consciousness. He immediately felt how powerful he was, feeling like he could destroy the world with just one move.
Of course, this is an illusion after his rapid improvement in cultivation, an illusion that his strength has changed too much in a short period of time.
After stabilizing his mind, Wang Zijia did not get up immediately, but began to continuously consolidate his cultivation.
It lasted until dawn, when Wang Zijia slowly stopped working, and his surging breath gradually subsided.
The assassin technique he originally practiced has the characteristics of concealment and stealth. Therefore, after breaking through the innateness, the effect will be stronger. Therefore, it is very fast to stabilize the breath.
First, I sorted out the elixirs. There were 27 bottles. I deliberately bought an extra bottle as a spare, but I only consumed 25 and a half bottles, with 5 pills left.
After looking at the 5 violent pills, he didn't plan to take them today.
He put it into a small wooden box and counted the money. The savings of his predecessor and his father for most of their lives had been wiped out by him in one day, leaving only 7 francs left.
But if you can achieve innateness, that's a profit.
He also took out the last of his money and put it into his money bag. This money cannot be saved.
Why are you suddenly poor?
Didn’t I inherit a large fortune?
Inexplicably, I contracted the disease of poverty from my previous life. Am I poisonous?
Yesterday, I was sighing that I had a car, a house, savings, and a happy life. Today, I suddenly had to live on my fingers. The huge gap left Wang Zijia speechless.
Money, what a bastard, he is like this in any world, he doesn't spend it at all!
It’s easy to make money, but it’s hard to reach the sky!
My balls hurt!
With thoughts swirling in his heart, Wang Zijia hid the small wooden box in the secret compartment again, touched his stomach, and found that he was not very hungry.
Compared to poison, which only purely transforms the realm, Violence Pill is indeed better. After all, during the temporary gain, there was indeed a burst of infuriating energy, and after the transformation, there was no need to add anything additional.
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After putting things back in the cafeteria and tidying up the secret room, it was already getting dark.
Fortunately, Wang Zijia no longer goes back to sleep. Not only is he young, he is also an innate master. If he doesn't sleep for three to five days now, he won't be too tired. At most, it will affect the normal development of his body.
After pondering for a moment, he started practicing martial arts in the yard.
"Squeak..."
"Master, you are getting up earlier and earlier."
Before the practice was finished, the nanny Wang's sister-in-law opened the courtyard door and was stunned when she entered the room.
"I haven't been able to sleep these past two days." Wang Zijia replied calmly.
Wang Dan hesitated for a moment and then said: "Sir, I have been gone for almost half a year, it's time to let go."
Wang Zijia paused slightly in his martial arts practice, then showed a smile and said, "I understand, thank you Mrs. Wang for your concern."
"That's good, that's good!" As she spoke, Mrs. Wang said nothing more, turned around and went into the kitchen to start making dinner.
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Because he was on leave today, he asked Mrs. Wang to leave after she prepared the meal.
I finished eating slowly, finishing up a little hurriedly, thinking about my next move.
The biggest problem is the person behind the impersonation the day before yesterday. But neither he nor his predecessor had a clue about this matter, and they were completely blind. We can only cope with the ever-changing situation by remaining unchanged.
In addition, the most pressing issue is the spiritual root issue.
Although martial arts cultivation can continue to improve, in this world, the Taoist sect is extraordinary and has constant pressure on the world, so that the rules should be in favor of the Taoist sect.
Therefore, he does not intend to fight against martial arts all the way.
If there is no chance, forget it, but although he does not have spiritual roots, he has equivalent balances, which does not mean that it is impossible.
Who would be willing to practice martial arts if he could cultivate Taoism and become an immortal? After all, compared to longevity, the advantages of immortality are not too great.
Therefore, his current goal is very clear, to find a way to obtain spiritual roots, and to get a spiritual root for himself.
Don't be too outrageous, even the most rubbish ones will do.
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After making up my mind, the time has come to noon.
Before Wang Zijia went out to get the news, he hesitated for a long time in front of the bronze mirror, and finally did not dare to "operate" on his body.
It is a very simple matter to use an equivalent scale to change your face. You can remove the fat and fat, and then make subtle adjustments to the face. It is just a 3D version of the P-picture job.
The fundamental reason why he didn't do it in the end was that it was easy to change his appearance, but if he wanted to change his appearance back unchanged, his skills would be tested.
Considering this, Wang Zijia did not do anything to disguise himself, or even cover up much. Anyway, his identity was not something that was hidden from the light.
After leaving the yard, he skillfully called for a carriage and headed towards the central city.
Midway, the carriage suddenly stopped suddenly and leaned against the street.
"What's wrong?" Wang Zijia frowned slightly. While asking, he opened the car curtain and looked forward.
"My lord, the law enforcement team is on a trip!" the groom replied.
Without the other party's explanation, Wang Zijia had already seen that in front of the street, a group of sect law enforcement teams, all monks wearing the uniforms of Wanyu Sect's outer disciples, quickly passed through the street.
Wang Zijia frowned, and after watching the other party leave, he asked, "What happened in the past two days?"
According to the memory of the predecessor, the law enforcement team rarely used such formations on duty. Usually, most of the city guards were active.
"I don't know for sure, but it's been more than three days since this strict investigation was carried out. I seem to have heard people on the street saying who they are investigating. The city gates are almost closed!" the coachman said as he started driving the carriage again.
Wang Zijia looked at the street where the law enforcement team disappeared for a moment and paid no attention to it.
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After a while, Wang Zijia came to Wanyu Street in the center of the city again. Of course, he did not come to work.
After crossing the street, we came to a corner of the street, in front of a store that was small and looked unusually ordinary.
Wentian Pavilion.
'This should be it! '
Looking at the store's plaque, Wang Zijia entered the store in a moment of thought.
The layout of the store is very strange. There is no counter at the entrance, just a small hall, but there are many receptionists standing at the door.
There is a large side door on both sides of the room.
As soon as Wang Zijia stepped through the door, a clerk came up. He didn't look down on Wang Zijia because of his immature face. He said respectfully: "Basically, do you want to buy or sell?"
Wang Zijia paused and said, "Buy."
"Here, please!" The clerk smiled when he heard this and made a gesture of invitation.
Immediately, Wang Zijia was led by him and walked into the side room from the side door.
There is a unique cave here. The side room is not one, but a row of small rooms, which are somewhat similar to the appraisal room in Wanyuzhai.
Wang Zijia was led into a room by the clerk. The room was several square meters, with only a reception table and two chairs. Like a private room in a high-end tea shop.
The clerk saluted Wang Zijia, motioned him to sit on a seat in the room, and then left.
Wang Zijia, who was here for the first time, frowned slightly. Before he could do anything, a middle-aged man walked out of another door in the back of the room.
He is in his forties, dressed like a scholar, showing elegance.
The other party saluted Wang Zijia, and Wang Zijia stood up and returned the salute. Then the other party showed no politeness at all and went straight to the topic simply and clearly: "What do you want to ask, fellow Taoist?"
Listening to the other party's words, Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief. At least the original owner's memory was correct. This Wentian Pavilion was Wanyu City's information sales shop.
Wang Zijia also got straight to the point very succinctly: "How do ordinary people practice law?"
