"Yes, I know. I just want to do something within my ability to have peace of mind." Wang Zijia said.
Nodding to Feifei, she stopped dwelling on this topic and asked, "How was your work today?"
"I didn't go, I skipped work and went to the Sutra Pavilion!"
"It's better to be a teacher, senior brother, and be free. The assistant has a lot of things to do."
"Then come on!"
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In this way, the two of them chatted about their daily life.
After getting along for ten days, the two of them have gradually become familiar with each other and have a pattern of getting along with each other. They are no longer awkward and silent at all times.
But there is no passion, of course, there are no conflicts, and we get along very harmoniously. It feels like we help each other and treat each other as if we were guests.
Neither of them had any problem with this.
One probably doesn't understand, after all, no matter how sensible Xiang Feifei is, she is only fifteen years old;
The other one...probably doesn't believe in the grandeur and the rotten stone!
Getting along like this is not bad, at least it is better than being passionate for three to five years, then getting divorced and then finding another one to continue this cycle of passion!
Not to mention, he changed the world, and felt even more lonely inside, making it difficult for people to enter!
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"Sir, there's already a lot of information you asked me to inquire about." Bai Qian said quietly when she returned to the courtyard after eating.
Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so fast, you didn't do it with a big fanfare, did you?"
"No, after I got your instructions, young master, when you go to work these days, I will go out and hang out with the handymen. Regarding some famous senior boys in the sect, the servants below have a lot of discussions. , it is not difficult to make preliminary inquiries." Bai Qian replied obediently.
"Well, good job!" Wang Zijia praised and took the message from Bai Qian.
Name: Yun Liangping
Sex: Male
Realm: Senior boy
Cultivation: Hundreds of years of Taoism
Age: sixty-nine
Identity: A handyman in the Origami Building.
Heel: A humble family. He passed the sect election sixty years ago. He has middle-grade spiritual roots and fair talent. He was promoted to a senior boy twenty years ago. After that, he began to move around, actively doing things for the sect and managing various relationships. .
There is a high probability that he feels that there is no hope of being promoted to Jijiu, and he has no intention of relying on other families, so he plans to establish his own small family in the future.
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Name: Dong Caixuan
Gender: Female
Realm: Senior boy
Cultivation: Hundreds of years of Taoism
Age: seventy-eight years old
Identity: Manager of the Qi Fu Pulse Pill Department.
Heel: A humble family. He was introduced through the sect election seventy years ago. He has a middle-grade spiritual root and a fair talent. After entering the profession, after more than forty years of hard work, he finally managed to become a first-grade low-level alchemist. He is now rich.
However, due to his excessive ambition and lack of talent as an alchemist, he was trapped by his talent and stopped at the level of a high-level boy. He has made no progress in more than twenty years.
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Name: Gong Junhao
Sex: Male
Realm: Senior boy······
These were the outer disciples who were stuck in their prime boyhood stage that he asked Bai Qian to inquire about. With the balance of equivalence, he is destined to have a large part of his cultivation that cannot be updated in time in the future.
And as time goes by, this situation will not slowly improve, but will continue to get worse, until he has no fear in the sect.
Coupled with the fact that he has spiritual roots to grow demons, he plans to try to form his own team, build resource channels, and prepare for rainy days in advance.
This information was prepared for his first attempt.
Looking at the information, Wang Zijia frowned. Although the person Bai Qian inquired about did meet the conditions he set, he was not satisfied.
Although these people are all boys at the pinnacle of Taoism for a hundred years, even if Wang Zijia helps them cheat, most of them have little hope of breaking through the ritual wine. Because there are few people who can perfectly refine their magic power and warm up their runes.
As his first attempt, he still wanted to find a model.
Frowning, he quickly eliminated one target after another.
When two-thirds of the thick stack of character information in his hand was missing, Wang Zijia suddenly stopped.
Name: Guikang
Sex: Male
Realm: Senior boy
Cultivation: Hundreds of years of Taoism
Age: forty-eight
Identity: Qifumai, Fujiantang swordsman.
Heel: A humble family. He entered the sect through the sect election forty years ago. He has high-grade spiritual roots. Because of his early wisdom, he shined in the entrance election that year. He has a good reputation. He was once a member of the Qi Fu lineage and was promoted to a priest. A seed player in a certain environment.
However, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and misfortunes and fortunes may happen to people. Twenty years ago, after reaching the pinnacle of boyhood, he encountered a demon because of a mission. Although he went through hardships and killed the demon, he was also seriously injured, his mind was seriously polluted by it, his foundation was damaged, and his cultivation stopped.
I almost went crazy several times, and the Law Hall has come to inspect it several times, although in the end they barely passed. But as he grows older, if the pollution cannot be removed, the Demon Suppression Tower will be his final destination.
Looking at this information, Wang Zijia's face lit up. This kind of goal was a few blocks better than those wastes before. It could be the first target to try to see if his idea would work.
After all, although he had done a lot of research before, it was all done on Bai Qian alone and lacked practice.
Putting the information aside, Wang Zijia began to continue reading.
For a moment, when he finished flipping through the information, he couldn't find a more satisfactory target than Guikang. Wang Zijia turned over his hand and collected all the information.
I looked at the sky and saw that it was just after dusk.
Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, then simply got up and went out, heading towards the destination of Guikang's message.
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On the edge of Qifumai, Fujiantang, and the disciples’ place.
There is a small courtyard sitting alone here, surrounded by a vast emptiness, and it is at least two hundred meters away from the nearest courtyard.
At this moment, only the afterglow of the setting sun was left, and the sunset glow was like blood, dyeing half of the sky red.
The isolated courtyard casts a long shadow under the sunset. Coupled with the somewhat abandoned and neglected surroundings, it looked a bit dark and desolate.
The courtyard, which was supposed to have an elegant layout, was also overgrown with weeds. It was obvious that no servants were taking care of the courtyard anymore.
Most of the houses in the courtyard are somewhat dilapidated. But at least it still has some popularity and has not completely gone to waste.
In the main house of the courtyard, in the training room.
Now a middle-aged man is meditating on the futon.
He was in his thirties, with a somewhat slovenly appearance, a full beard, and his hair was tied up a little loosely.
His body was sitting upright, but his back was straight and his hands were clenched into fists. There was a slight morbidity on his pale face, and in the depths of his dark eyes, there was unknown madness, but he was constantly suppressing the restlessness.
As the light flashed in his eyes, he seemed to be expecting some kind of storm.
The powerful aura on his body was rising and falling all the time as the light in his eyes kept flashing.
