Faced with Lu Fangyue's question, I immediately sneered.
"Haha, Vice President Lu, you are trying to be a villain and file a complaint first, right? Although I am not high enough to query the relevant information in the company's database, which rule says that I can't come and take a look myself?"
"Although Xiuxing Company was established by the imperial court, its rules and organizational structure are actually very loose, and it is not as authoritative as the aristocratic families and sects. Don't think that just because you are the leader of a company, you can ask me condescendingly?"
"If I were not from Xiuxing Company, but just an ordinary practitioner who discovered the weirdness of Ganghui Plaza by chance, wouldn't you, Vice President Lu, still want to kill someone and silence me!"
Lu Fangyue's expression suddenly changed and she said loudly.
"You are talking nonsense! Wu Zhong, you are highly skilled at a young age, and you are in a high position. I have seen too many young people who have gone astray. I was worried that you were too arrogant and self-righteous, so..."
"It's none of your business! You're not my father. Do I need you to take care of me?"
I interrupted.
In fact, it was okay if Lu Fangyue didn't say anything, but when he did, it made me even more angry.
Really, this kind of guy who "relies on his old age and sells his old age" is the most annoying!
He always seems to feel that he is doing it for your own good, looking down at you from an imaginary moral high ground, and kidnapping you morally. It doesn't matter whether you are really what he imagined...
For example, Lu Fangyue thought that I would become arrogant and domineering due to my young age, strong strength and high status, so he deliberately suppressed me, maybe even calling it "sharpening my temper" or something like that.
In fact, it’s not just him, this is not uncommon in the supernatural world and even the secular world!
To put it nicely, it’s called “being a teacher”, but if it’s not, it means that you are mentally ill.
Fortunately, my parents, master, and elders with whom I have good relationships are not people with this kind of personality.
I looked at Lu Fangyue, waved my hands and said.
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore. Since I'm not high enough to inquire about the company's information about the Ganghui Plaza, and I can't figure out the reason for my own on-site inspection, let's leave it at that. Although you attacked me sneakily, it seems that you were the one who suffered the loss in the end, and I don’t have the same experience as you, young master.”
With that said, I turned around directly.
"Go away, fat bird!"
"okay!"
Madoka agreed, swooped down and drew an arc from the air, and then landed on my shoulder.
Then he turned to look at Lu Fangyue.
"Tsk, tsk, your sullen face looks like constipation. In our Northeastern dialect, look at your shame (sai)! You said you don't like young people making their own decisions, but I don't like old people like you. This guy is so old, but he still pretends to be young in his forties."
Lu Fangyue was obviously very angry with Xiao Yuan, but maybe she was a little unreasonable. She just snorted and said nothing.
…
Xiaoyuan and I walked out of the gate of Ganghui Plaza and headed back towards Shenfu University in the deserted streets late at night.
I used my inner martial arts steps and superimposed some small spells to run quickly on the non-motorized road, while Madoka flew at low altitude above my head.
There were no cars along the way, and we successfully returned to the two-bedroom serviced apartment next to the school - this was the temporary residence rented to Hu Xiaoyue before the newly purchased house was renovated.
sleep.
…
The next day there was no class in the morning, so it was already noon when I got up.
Since the cultivation level has reached [Condensation of Qi into Reality], in fact, simply relying on "hardship" and "effort" has no meaning.
If you want to go one step further and reach the realm of [breatharianism], you must rely on personal understanding!
Or there is a more perverted method, which is to continuously engage in life-and-death battles and sense the barrier to breakthrough at the limit.
So there is no need to get up strictly on time at six o'clock every morning to practice as before.
Turn over and pick up the mobile phone on the bedside.
Only then did I realize that Zheng Weibo had already sent me a lot of text messages and made six or seven missed calls.
"Old Wu, what did you do with the police yesterday? Did you go back to school?"
"What's going on? You haven't replied to me yet. I'm a little worried about you."
"Holy shit, right? You haven't come back all night? Something happened to you, right?"
"I'm so anxious...come back and tell me. After all, I asked you to go out to play."
Reading Zheng Weibo's text message, I was a little amused, but also felt relieved - the people I regard as friends are quite sensible. Very concerned about me.
So I called him back and made some nonsense, saying that the police had chatted with me for a while, asked me to help write a transcript, and then treated me to a meal. I was a little tired after I got back, so I went to bed first.
Although it sounds full of loopholes, Zheng Weibo chose to believe...
What else could it be like?
After hanging up the phone, I looked up and saw a white plush ball on the sofa opposite. He was sitting there, watching me warily with a pair of bright black eyes.
When it was daytime, Madoka turned back into that ignorant little birdie.
I smiled evilly and stretched out my hand towards it.
"Come on! Let dad give you a hug and play with you. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
…
Five minutes later, I got dressed and walked into the living room.
Seeing that several dishes had been prepared on the table, Hu Xiaoyue was setting the dishes and chopsticks while inviting me to sit down and eat.
"Master is having lunch! I thought I heard Madoka's screams coming from your bedroom just now. What did you do to it?"
I shook my head.
"No, you may have heard it wrong. It's Madoka's happy scream!"
Hu Xiaoyue: "...I believe you, you idiot! You often bully Baby Yuan, do you think I don't know?"
As he spoke, the bedroom door opened, and Madoka, who was covered in messy hair, flew out.
It jumped into Hu Xiaoyue's arms, making a chirping sound, and pointed at me with its short and small wings like a human hand. It seemed to be an indictment.
I laughed.
After finishing lunch in a happy mood and letting Hu Xiaoyue watch Xiao Yuan at home, I went to class.
The afternoon course was "The Process of Evolution of Life", which I was quite interested in.
Because this is also a question I have been thinking about recently - spiritual practice, what kind of evolution is it from a scientific perspective?
Listening to professional university professors first will definitely be of great benefit to my thinking.
really!
I benefited a lot from the one-afternoon course. I have some new understandings about spiritual practice.
After dinner, I went to the specimen room on the second basement floor of the medical school teaching building, intending to chat with Bai Renxin. Discuss your thoughts and practice issues from today’s class.
At the same time, I also wanted to talk to him about the Feng Shui Bureau of Ganghui Plaza.
If it's convenient, I'd like to ask him to come over again...
After all, as an old ghost, Bai Renxin's senses may be more sensitive than mine, a human practitioner, and the demon Madoka?
After hearing this, he was also very interested.
"Okay! Let's set off now."
Bai Renxin works vigorously and resolutely without delay...
But at this moment, my phone suddenly rang.
It's an unknown phone number with no stored contact name.
Who is the one?
I picked up.
"Hello."
A young voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
"Hello? Is this little brother Wu Zhong?"
