The change of ownership of Eight Leaves was just a matter of words. From the moment Nichiren Yukikai and Sukara were killed, the war had come to an end, and victory was unquestionable.
However, this war lasted less than thirty hours from beginning to end, but the coalition government took over the entire Hachiyein area, which took a full thirty days and is still going on.
Youcheng, one of the five cities in Myanmar Mountain, witnessed another day of mammoth convoys entering and leaving the city. The large trucks coming and going flew by at the same height, and only the low sound of engine running reached the ground. Come up.
Zhang Yamin was sitting on the school playground, looking up at the distant shadow of the truck, holding a thermos cup in his hand, and took a sip of the freshly brewed wolfberry tea with a relaxed body.
The tape recorder next to them played the instructions for martial arts exercises, and the high school students on the playground started practicing meticulously.
Zhang Yamin's job is as a high school dean and music teacher. He usually likes to study some miscellaneous books. After returning to the Five Cities of Burma Mountain from the coalition government, except for the first ten days of cooperating on various promotional materials, he has nothing to do since.
At that time, he wanted to return to his original school and continue to teach students. However, due to the change of political power, the Eight Leaves Academy eliminated the residual influence of psychic chips on many people, and it was rumored that the Five Cities of Mianshan Mountain were likely to become battlefield.
Students are not interested in studying, teachers are not interested in teaching, and most schools have closed classes.
After he returned to school, the principal was very warm to him as a publicist. He entertained him all afternoon and also sighed all afternoon.
But in the end, it was still not determined when normal classes would start.
Until a month ago, the news of the complete collapse of the Eight Leaves Garden came. It seemed that overnight, the entire anxious city was filled with new vitality.
Schools started to reopen one after another, and Zhang Yamin was able to return to his post.
"What are those two in the second-to-last row in Class 3, Grade 2, whispering to each other?"
Zhang Yamin cleared his throat and said, "There will be a second time. The whole class will stay for five more minutes."
The whole class glared at those two people, and the two students suddenly fell silent and sat up to do the exercises in an orderly manner.
There were several teachers walking around on the playground. The head teacher of Class 2 and Class 3 walked over to the chair next to Zhang Yamin and sat down.
"These monkeys, when they first came back to school a few weeks ago, they were serious for a few days, but now they are back to their old ways. As soon as get out of class is over, there is no quiet place in the whole class."
The head teacher said with emotion, "Although they are almost adults, they are all still forgetful. They were so panicked a while ago, but now they seem to be fine."
Zhang Yamin said with a smile: "After all, it's good to be stable now. By the way, I heard them whispering to each other just now. Are they saying that there is a transfer student in your class today?"
The class teacher shifted his attention, nodded and said, "Yes. The one from Baye came here, and she looked so good. I took a look at her previous exam papers and the textbooks over there. She's so good! She doesn't have a psychic chip installed. It’s outrageous that students can actually learn so many things. Now that they have installed a chip, once they get used to the course after a while, they will probably be the first in their grade.”
Zhang Yamin thought more: "It's only been a month, and all the procedures can be completed now. It may be a bit unusual for parents to transfer their children to school here."
The head teacher said: "I met her father, a gentle man. It seems that he wanted to move to another place to study a long time ago. He never had the chance before."
Zhang Yamin didn't ask any questions, but after morning exercises, the students returned to the classroom. On his way back to the office, he met a father and daughter walking out of the principal's office.
It should be father and daughter. The father is indeed gentle and gentle, and the daughter looks well-behaved. Her long hair is tied into a braid and she holds a pair of glasses in her hand.
My father was saying: "...the prescription of this pair of glasses is wrong again?"
"Yes." My daughter said, "I feel like my short-sightedness is almost gone, so I don't need to wear glasses."
"No, although psychic energy can cure myopia, the eyes are fragile and must be protected."
My father took the pair of glasses and said, "Why don't I buy you a pair of glasses that can automatically adjust the power? I heard that Shenzhou Jieyi Society's multifunctional glasses have opened several branches here, and they have a very good reputation. Today I’ll buy you a pair after school.”
The daughter's eyes lit up: "The Shenzhou Jieyi Society, is it the Shenzhou Jieyi Society of Uncle Li... Guan?"
The father smiled and touched her head.
When the two sides passed each other, the girl called out: "Hello, teacher."
Zhang Yamin smiled and nodded: "Are you the freshman in Class 3, Grade 2?"
"Yes, my name is Liu Susu." The girl said, "Is the teacher also the teacher of the second and third classes of high school?"
"I'm your music teacher." Zhang Yamin said, "I have my class tomorrow. Don't be stressed if you just transferred here. It's very relaxed here. Make more friends."
Liu Susu nodded and said, "Well, goodbye, teacher."
Liu Anshan also said hello to Zhang Yamin.
Zhang Yamin stopped and watched the two of them go down the stairs, thinking: Mr. Guan from Shenzhou Jieyi Society, is that Mr. Guan Luoyang?
Thinking of the name that was always mentioned in the recent reports about Ba Ye, Zhang Yamin felt inexplicably more relaxed, and felt a little secretly happy.
After all, it seems that the first thing Mr. Guan did after he appeared this year was to take hundreds of them and leave Mianshan. Although this incident seemed insignificant compared with what happened later.
He didn't bother to distinguish the subtle mood, so he casually hummed a familiar ditty and carried the thermos cup to his office unsteadily.
"I don't know what Mr. Guan is doing now. He must be very busy after defeating the Eight Leaves..."
The atmosphere in the city is becoming more stable and relaxed.
Guan Luoyang, who is remembered by many people, is indeed very busy.
But he wasn't busy with anything. He had been just hanging out and practicing his martial arts for the past month.
In twenty or thirty days, I visited almost all the major provinces and populous cities in Baye.
Spiritual Disaster·Bo Xun, the three-faced and six-armed statue of the towering god that day was split apart by Guan Luoyang before it was completely formed, and he used the computing power behind the brain of Brahma to return it, but after the heavy rain of spiritual light swept over, it was still There are a lot of ownerless spiritual energies scattered across the land of Eight Leaves.
Part of the reason for this is that there was a slight deviation in Guan Luoyang's calculations and it could not be returned to the original owner.
Another part of the reason is that the original owner who originally supplied these psychic signals is dead.
If these lost spiritual energies are left alone, it is very likely to cause some small to medium-sized spiritual disasters.
Guan Luoyang traveled around the country to deal with these hidden dangers. In the process, he checked the imprints of various techniques in his own Tianhe Dao foundation, and merged and optimized the imprints of thirty-six conductor imprints to form six imprints. .
After counting, there are thirty-six methods of Tianhe, three major chapters of Tianmo, nine powers of mind, ten imprints of genetic martial arts, plus these six imprints.
There are already sixty-four kinds of magical power imprints in his Tianhe Dao foundation. If he uses this foundation to transcend the ninth level of calamity fire and enter the realm of the ninth level of Qi refining, then the magic power obtained will be superior to that of ordinary Tianhe practitioners. Those who practice Fa-rectification are much stronger.
But after Guan Luoyang thought about it carefully, he still wasn't in a hurry to break through. He didn't have to be greedy. After all, if his foundation was too strong, when he hit the realm of Yuanshen in the future, his mana might skyrocket too much and his mind would be turbulent, adding more risks.
However, he has not used all the genetic information martial arts sent by Yan Zhen. He must at least deconstruct all the information, extract the imprints, and then think about eliminating the bad and retaining the good, and hitting a higher realm. .
"Brother Guan."
Yan Zhen's profile picture is projected on Guan Luoyang's watch.
The old man said straight to the point: "All things in Baye are starting to get on the right track. We are ready to discuss the next strategy for facing the Promised Land. Come over and chat together."
A red dot appeared on the watch, projecting a navigation map.
Guan Luoyang took a look and saw that it was on Indra's side.
Originally, under the rule of Hachiyein, the Narayana region was the capital, but after the coalition took over, some recent adjustments were basically centered on the Indra region and radiated outwards.
This place is uniquely endowed with a strong military base. It has concentrated a lot of sophisticated technical forces and has thousands of complete production lines. It is also relatively close to the former territory of the coalition regime.
It can not only show a new look of drastic changes in the old Baye territory, but also facilitate the backbone strong men stationed here to take care of more areas.
The meeting place chosen by Yan Zhen and Fifth Mirror was Indra's original central building. The underground floor was the command hall and the ground floor was a discussion hall.
The windows of the meeting hall are bright and clean, and the interior space is vast and bright. It is surrounded by one-way glass. People inside can see outside, but people outside can only see their own reflection when they look in.
A gorgeously decorated crystal lamp in the shape of a small tower hung from the ceiling of the hall, and a large oval table was placed under the lamp.
When Guan Luoyang came here, there were not many people in the entire meeting hall.
The Fifth Mirror was looking at documents at the table.
Yan Zhen's suit jacket was open and he was sitting facing the table. He was fanning himself with a few pieces of paper in his hand. When he saw Guan Luoyang coming in, he immediately asked him to sit down.
Guan Luoyang casually pulled out a chair and sat down.
The three of them sat on the same side of the oval table, only one or two meters apart from each other. There was no serious and tense atmosphere. It was clear that the discussion had not started yet, but it seemed that after the meeting had ended, two or three friends were preparing to chat.
Guan Luoyang asked: "Talk about the Promised Land, did Leopold find out anything?"
"That's right. He behaves very cooperatively. He rambles here and there. If you ask him a question, he can reply ten sentences."
Yan Zhen said, "I asked him personally. At least I can be sure that what he said is the truth, but the truth is not very useful."
Fifth Mirror looked up: "Even if Leopold can't find out anything, we should make some plans for the Promised Land. The moon's fall may be considered an accident, but in the battle that caused the moon to fall, , Their organization's crimes are unforgivable. In the past, our side of the bed had not been pacified and was beyond our reach. Now that we are basically unified here, how can we tolerate their impunity."
Guan Luoyang agreed: "That's good, but what do we know now?"
Fifth Mirror handed over some information: "This is the integration of the news sent by Hei Cuodao, plus the intelligence unearthed from Leopold, and some key points have been extracted. You can take a look first."
According to Leopold's confession.
In their organization, apart from Leopold himself, the only people in their organization who could normally reach the eighth level of spiritual power were Jiushan and a man named Chu Xinggu.
But there are more than eighty seventh-level psykers in their organization.
This number made Guan Luoyang raise his eyebrows.
Normally a seventh-level psyker can be called a arhat in the Eight Leaves Academy. On the surface, there are even single digits of psykers of this level in the Eight Leaves Academy territory.
Even after the recent takeover of the coalition government and a thorough investigation of their official and private sector, the number of seventh-level psykers found was less than twenty.
On the United Government side, with a population of over 600 million, there are only thirty-five registered seventh-level psykers.
Jiu Shan and his organization actually surpassed the combined power of the United Government and the Eight Leaves Academy in this respect.
Guan Luoyang continued to read.
There are one hundred and fifty sixth-level psykers in that organization, more than 300 fifth-level psykers, and about 1,100 fourth-level psykers.
Fifth Mirror said: "The number of fourth-level psykers is only a quarter of ours, and the total population of theirs is about half of ours."
"In short, their probability of cultivating fourth-level people from ordinary people is not as good as ours, but after reaching fourth level, it seems to be much easier for them to be promoted than us."
Yan Zhen said: "The seventh-level psychics, coupled with the home field advantage, can pose a certain threat to us, but this is not the most troublesome part."
"The real problem is we have no idea where their headquarters is."
Guan Luoyang looked at the information.
In recent years, Hei Cuodao has sent many elite intelligence personnel across the ocean to find out information about the organization in Jiushan.
But in that land, there is no large-scale management organization like the United Power or the Eight Leaves Academy. Instead, it is a chaotic scene of countless warlords and gangs. You occupy one city, and they occupy two cities. In two days, they will attack each other, or Overthrown by his subordinates, or divided by civil strife.
Jiushan's organization did not establish strong and effective unified management, but allowed the people on that land to continue the chaotic style of the Great Cataclysm.
For more than fifty years, other places have been undergoing reconstruction, but their place is still basically a wasteland.
But in this case, how can that organization ensure that they can accumulate enough strength, select talents at will, and even be able to fight against behemoths such as the coalition government?
The answer is simple, because they have it.
--game.
On that land, there is a "game world" that is far more magnificent, colorful and magnificent than the wasteland they live in. It has a very high degree of realism and an immersive game experience. All the gains and losses in the game can even be indirect. feedback to reality.
Ninety percent of the population in the wasteland are gamers.
"The Promised Land" is actually the name of that game world.
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