But there is another problem in continuing to complain. What if there is a big boss in the third level of the Middle School hidden in the dark... What's terrible is that he happens to hit the muzzle of the gun. It is easy to cause a situation where the complaint fails and the message is sent instead.
No, as long as there is an inner sect elder from the Third Middle Realm who is instigated to rebel, there is no need for him to happen upon it.
But the other party will definitely pay great attention to this aspect, and even be responsible for this aspect of work. Once they find that this kind of news has been reported, they will absolutely try their best to intercept it. In this case, the bloody plot in the script will easily become an inevitable situation.
"Well, it's better to be too weak, or to have enough power and connections! Huh? Wait, enough connections?" An idea flashed in Wang Zijia's mind, and a very sexy idea came to him.
"It seems that... it's not impossible to do it? But we have to wait until the limelight of the past few days is over." After a long time, Wang Zijia's eyes became brighter and brighter.
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Early the next morning, Wang Zijia got up early as usual and was doing morning boxing lessons with Bai Qian, Xiang Feifei and others in the yard.
"Tai Chi value +30!"
With the consumption of a Wisdom Heart Pill, Wang Zijia found that compared with the usual amount of less than 20 points, today's value suddenly increased by more than ten points.
He was stunned for a moment, feeling the spiritual weapon in his mind: the book of False Dao and Zhenlu flashing slightly, and Wang Zijia's eyes flashed slightly.
Is this the inheritance effect of the inherited magic weapon?
This is still the most basic. No wonder everyone was sure yesterday that with his talent of mastering the five arts at the age of sixteen, it won't be long before he can complete the preparations for the remaining four arts and start to advance to Jijiu.
"Sir, the ingredients you want." After breakfast, Bai Qian handed Wang Zijia a food box.
Wang Zijia saw that its surface was actually sealed with a layer of spiritual light, and said in surprise: "Why is it still sealed..."
While taking the food box, he waved his hand and opened the food box while speaking. Seeing this, Bai Qian stopped talking.
Wang Zijia's words stopped abruptly, and a stench rushed straight to the tip of his nose. The microton is very pure, the ultimate smell.
"What is this?" Wang Zijia was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion.
What he wants is dark cuisine, not biological weapons! ! !
"Dried fish!" Bai Qian said with excitement and eyes twinkling: "Young Master, although it tastes a bit strong, it tastes amazing."
Wang Zijia: "······"
He always felt that if he continued like this, Bai Qian would go further and further down this road of no return. Maybe one day, all the elixirs she practices will be...
Forget it, I still don’t want to think about this anymore, it’s a bit scary.
"Well, I believe in your craftsmanship!" Wang Zijia responded, then hurriedly sealed the food box and headed towards the Talisman Tower.
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"Good morning, Senior Brother Wang!"
"morning!"
"Good morning, senior brother!"
"morning!"
"······"
When the disciples saw Wang Zijia coming to work, they were all surprised and greeted Wang Zijia enthusiastically. Wang Zijia responded one by one.
"Senior Brother Wang, is your trip going well?" An Xingsheng followed Wang Zijia into the talisman-making room and asked while handing over the ledger.
Wang Zijia reached out and took the account book, sat down, opened it and replied: "It's going well, has anything happened in the past half month?"
"There's nothing else. It's just that the assessment time is coming, and senior brother You won't be here for half a month, so junior brother Yuan is a little anxious." An Xingsheng replied.
Now among the ten disciples taught by Wang Zijia, there is only one named Yuan, who is still short of mastering the talismans. The others have at least started.
Like Xi Ling, who knows everything, is familiar with everything, and can deploy enough values, he has already reached a certain level of proficiency, and is not far away from mastery. So it's normal for him to be anxious.
I haven’t been to work for half a month, and there are still less than 20 days left for the assessment, so it’s time for the final sprint.
While Wang Zijia was thinking, he nodded calmly and said, "Well, let's make arrangements for another class in the afternoon."
"Okay, I'll notify you later." An Xingsheng replied.
Wang Zijia looked at An Xingsheng and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"It's not a big deal. Yesterday, the Bai family member suddenly came to our building and said that senior brother, you are free. Let him know so that he can come and visit." An Xingsheng looked at Wang Zijia with an incomprehensible expression as he spoke.
Wang Zijia was at a loss for a moment before he remembered who An Xingsheng was talking about.
"Are you talking about the teaching fellow who was transferred to Fulou after me some time ago?" Wang Zijia asked.
"Yes!" An Xingsheng nodded and replied: "This senior brother is also very strange. All the teaching fellows in the building are trying to fawn over him, but he always ignores them. I don't know what he thinks, but he suddenly came to us yesterday. Here it comes.”
Wang Zijia's eyes flickered for a moment and he said, "Did you come yesterday morning or in the afternoon?"
"In the evening, when I was about to get off work." An Xingsheng looked at Wang Zijia with doubts as he spoke: "What's wrong, senior brother, is there any problem?"
Wang Zijia shook his head calmly and said, "It's okay. If he wants to come, he can come."
"Ah?..." An Xingsheng saw Wang Zijia's attitude and said in shock: "Then how should we deal with it?"
"What should I do if colleagues visit each other and I can give him a gong or a drum?" Wang Zijia asked in return, and then said calmly: "It would be nice to have a cup of tea."
An Xingsheng: "······"
"Okay, if you have nothing to do, go down and inform. I haven't had any classes for more than half a month. Let's talk more today." Wang Zijia glanced at An Xingsheng, who was a little stunned, and said goodbye.
"Ah, oh, okay, I'll do it right away." An Xingsheng returned to his senses, saluted Wang Zijia, and turned around to go out.
After leaving the talisman-making room and carefully closing the door, An Xingsheng looked at Wang Zijia who was looking down at the account book through the crack in the door. An Xingsheng suddenly felt that this senior brother Wang seemed completely different after not seeing him for half a month.
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In the afternoon, Wang Zijia came to the teaching hall. The moment he stepped into the room, he was stunned.
Without it, there would be too many people.
In addition to the ten original disciples, there are still seven or eight people who are slacking off in class. In addition to these dozen, there were more than a dozen strangers sitting at the back of the hall.
Among these people, Wang Zijia didn't know almost all of them. Of course, there were a few whom he knew about, and they should be the official teaching brothers of their Fu Tower.
The three people at the center of the dozen or so people had the aura of offering wine. One of them, an old man at the peak of offering wine, was none other than the owner of their Talisman Building, Wang Zijia's immediate boss.
Seeing such a posture, Wang Zijia subconsciously stopped as he walked in and looked back at the door to make sure that he had entered the wrong teaching hall.
"What's going on?" Wang Zijia looked at An Xingsheng trotting forward and asked in a low voice.
It's the end of the month, guys, hurry up and take a look at your ballot folders, and vote if you have any! ! ! There are still several hundred to one thousand, so don’t waste it! ! !
(End of chapter)
