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Chapter Eighty Six
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Director Xiao is a quick-tempered man. Not long after he went back, he called and made an appointment to meet the old director. The fastest update happens when Xuan Ji has been "seconded" by field workers, and it is almost time to return to work in the aftercare department.
"The old director is the'strength system'. The past martial racial system has been destroyed by you. After the blood relationship becomes thinner and thinner, the special power awakening becomes more and more casual. Now it is divided according to the dominant ability attribute. "As Xuan Ji said, she touched the hot oil pan, feeling that the temperature was almost the same, so she beat the egg directly. The raw egg fell into the boiling oil, the egg white swelled rapidly, and the water stirred the hot oil like flowers, splashing around, and the oil splashed on his hands. He was not afraid of being hot anyway, and wiped it carelessly. No one left. On the left, I quickly adjusted the sauce, and on the right, I fished out the fast-oiled eggs. On the way, I also poured ham and diced vegetables into the porridge pot with tumbling rice oil. Both hands do their own things, do not delay each other, and are particularly calm and unhurried.
"Generally, the grip strength is two orders of magnitude higher than that of ordinary people, which is more than a hundred times. At the same time, if there are no other obvious special abilities, they will be classified into the'strength system'." Xuan used the tip of his chopsticks to poke the snacks in the steamer and continued. But in fact, it’s very tasteless. Now there are machines. The scammers are not fashionable to perform with broken boulders on their chests. In the past 30 years, except for the old director, the strength department rarely made their heads in the bureau. He was too hard-ordinary people Retirement in sixty is to retire, and the special ability is not necessarily dependent on the physical function. When he was in his nineties, he encountered a major accident in the field and he personally presided over it. I only met two or three times."
Sheng Lingyuan watched his performance through the smoky kitchen. He wanted to laugh a little. The smile did not rise, and he secretly sighed. Xuan Ji seemed to have made up his mind to get the shame of a panic, so that he could be there every day. The kitchen tossed out an acrobatics.
And he is not only tossing about the kitchen. On the first day, by mopping the floor, Xuan Ji cleaned up the house that was not messy and cleaned out two large boxes of old things, books, CDs, tapes, and game consoles. Without waiting for Sheng Lingyuan to figure out what these things are for, the next day, he tossed out a bunch of outdated digital products, saying that they were going to be maintained and repaired one by one, resold second-hand, and intentionally or unintentionally "complained" and talked about the past. A treasure bought at a high price is a treasure that can be handed down to the world. Not to mention the things that are bought at a high price, not to mention handed down, the new year will be out of date, the update is faster than panting, and the complaint is over, so he took the opportunity to show Sheng Lingyuan what he had collected in the Chiyuan altar. baby". On the third day, I received a courier at home-Xuan Ji felt that the white wall in the living room was too monotonous. He bought a world map board the size of a wall online, and marked all the places he had been with colored pushpins and nailed it. Took photos.
Sheng Lingyuan hadn't fully understood how the "photo" was taken, but he understood what Xuan Ji meant.
Xuan Ji knew that he would pay attention to all the things around him, so she wanted to show him "quietly". She was chic, able to eat and play, and had a good life. It was not "resurrected more than 30 times and settled in the world." You have to rent a house." Unfortunately, once the exhibition was on display, the nature of the bird couldn't be restrained, and Neutra tried hard, but it seemed deliberate.
"Infinite power," Sheng Lingyuan said absently, "The ancestors should be beasts." "How can you see other people's blood at a glance?" Xuan Ji asked strangely. He had lost his memory before, but now the seal is broken and his memory is broken. When he returned, he still failed to possess this skill. Although he had carefully studied the Thousand Demon Illustrated Book, he had been mixed for three thousand years. The characteristics of his ancestors should have been blurred long ago, and the records on the ancient scrolls were completely beyond reference.
"I just" turned around, and Xuan Ji realized that Sheng Lingyuan had stood behind him at some point and almost ran into his arms. Xuan Ji quickly lifted the sauce bowl: "What are you doing in the kitchen? It's messy here."
"Taste." Sheng Lingyuan took the small bowl of sauce from him. "What is that hot, you put it down, I'll come."
"The taste of blood is different, I can feel it, magic is through six desires," Sheng Lingyuan avoided him, and picked up the "babble" of fried eggs, his eyes slid from the corner of his eyes and lightly swept over Xuanji. , "The taste of desire is also different."
Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, and then her hair exploded - wait, that means there is no privacy left!
Sheng Lingyuan gave a low laugh, and floated away with his dishes
Xuan Ji first boiled with the porridge in the pot for a long time, chanting "empty/ie/yes/color, color/ie/yes/empty" ten times, and then recalled: "I believe in your evil!" Infinite good literature, all in Jinjiang Literature City
This old ghost has lost his taste for so many years, he has a huge taste! Obviously he was teasing him again.
Sheng Lingyuan put the plate down and felt a fire-like heat source approaching behind him. As soon as he turned his head, Xuan Ji stretched out his hand to support the table and trapped him in it: "Then, what do I smell like?"
The presence of fragrance in various contemporary detergents is too high, and it has long overwhelmed the body's breath. He suddenly approached, and the same smell of shampoo and laundry detergent on the two people immediately entangled, and Xuan Ji said something. Coming out, it became more and more inseparable.
The blood color on Xuan Ji's face has not faded, her eyes followed the smell of shampoo, and fell on Sheng Lingyuan's hair, staring at breakfast like a hungry person: "Since you are so aware of the autumn, let me serve When washing my hair, is it a test of my concentration?"
Sheng Lingyuan: ""
"Be careful." Xuan Ji put a bowl of porridge next to him, took a step back politely, and said "humbly", "Today I overslept, just do something casually, not as good as the dining room of Duling Palace, your majesty. Up."
After speaking, he snapped a finger, and a few coins steadily put the small steamer on the stovetop on the table. Each steamer was only as big as a palm, and there was a pair of small snacks inside. Xian, at the mercy of a table, Xuan Ji took out his phone and took a photo of life with a filter. The scenery proudly posted to Moments, waiting for others to ask him why he made breakfast for the two.
Unfortunately, it didn't happen. Colleagues all know that his family has sword spirits. Ordinary friends outside the circle either ask him if he has made a fortune or if he has gone to a chef school to study. Some people say sourly that even though civil servants can’t make a pot of vinegar, But the victory is stable and leisure, and there is still time to cook his own breakfast, which is really enviable. Every day working for a living, everyone is very practical, the show is too vague, no one understands the spirit. Infinite good articles are all in Jinjiang Literature City. At this time, the general dispatching office called in. Xiao Zheng said: “There is an emergency. Fengshen One has set off. You can take a few people from the aftercare department to deal with it and talk to the missing Yu My mother-in-law is concerned, the route is being applied for, please go there first, and then see the old director in the bureau."
"Our destination is'Qingping Town', and the local resident population is about 10,000," said Ping Qianru on the special plane of the aftercare department. "It is the location of the old house of Grandma Yu, and the name was changed by her-well you live a long life- ―The locals think she is a family, and every generation looks exactly the same. They treat her as a living god. She also has her own ancestral hall, which is considered a local attraction. It is said to be quite effective."
Sheng Lingyuan, who was casually telling graduate students about ancient times, looked up after hearing this sentence. During his reign, apart from old customs such as the God of Wealth and Door God, the people were strictly forbidden to worship idols, especially the Shrine of Sheng. Once discovered, they would be punished with treason.
"What is the origin of this jade mother?"
"It is said that I had been in the last Qingping Division," Xuan Ji recalled for a moment. "If I remember correctly, it was probably 700 years ago to cancel the Qingping Division. At that time, the birth rate of'Toneng' was already very low. I was catching up with Red Abyss and calmed down for a long time. There were very few abnormal energy incidents or even if they happened, the central government didn’t know that consultation was underdeveloped back then. Later, the Qingping Division of the imperial capital became a slack, raising a group of noble children with corpse seats. There are very few real monsters and special powers. Those special powers usually put a macaroni on duty in the yamen, go out on their own, and have not seen any personal shadows for a few years, while getting paid for nothing, and working as'masters' in the private sector, so once The political struggle triggered reforms in the administration of officials. Little Yang was abolished from this department that did not work on wages. Don’t remember, this is not a postgraduate entrance exam, and points are deducted."
Yang Chao smirked at him: "Director, although the review is quite tiring, my heart is suddenly full of optimism. I have a premonition that I will definitely pass the exam this time."
Yang Chao didn’t know what physique he was, and he was especially vulnerable to external emotions. Xuan Ji remembered that ancient sheep did not have this problem. He didn’t know what blood was mixed in his ancestors, but he glanced at Sheng Lingyuan and didn’t know the phrase "review It's very tiring", it is Yang Chao's own feeling, or it is also affected.
"Well then, she is more than 700 years old," Sheng Lingyuan turned off the subject, seemingly consciously or unconsciously. "I heard that except for her, all of her peers have died, so besides knowing and breaking the law, this person makes people Apart from the new words enshrining her, where is it especially?" Infinitely good articles are all in Jinjiang Literature City
Xuan Ji shook his head. After Red Abyss was extinguished, both aura and devil aura were very thin. If it were a great demon, he would have felt it for seven hundred years.
"Didn't the puppet suggest Mother Yu back to the old house? A nearby branch colleague raided Qingping Town, where her old house was located, and found no people, but found that the goddess statue in the ancestral hall was gone." Ping Qianru put the laptop screen. Turning around, "This is a photo sent back by Fengshenyi's colleague."
The ancestral hall is well maintained, and it can be seen that it should be repaired regularly. It is more glamorous than the ancient monuments protected by many countries, and it vaguely braves a layer of monsters. There were still joss sticks before the case could be cleaned. It seemed that the incense was quite vigorous, but there was only an empty stone support left on the statue of god enshrined on it.
Luo Cuicui asked: "Boss, is this the legendary power of faith that can make people live longer?"
"No!" Before Xuan Ji replied, a loud voice came from the computer-Ping Qianru's computer was connected to the online voice call, and Wang Ze who arrived first said: "Then the emoji package you spread everywhere is still Can't live with the sky? I see, this old lady may use some forbidden techniques."
"Wait," Xuan Ji felt that Wang Ze's background sound was very noisy, and the koi seemed to be in a crowded place with various babbles beside him, "Why is it so noisy? I said Old Wang, you won't forget it again. After evacuating the crowd, let us wipe our ass, right?"
"You heard it? You can hear it too!" Wang Ze shouted excitedly, shouting at the younger brother next to him, "What am I talking about!" Xuan Ji: "Huh?"
"I want to sparse too!" Wang Ze wanted to cry without tears, "But please don't move these'people'! I said Director Xuan, can you fly faster? Our water system lacks yang energy, so I'm really afraid of this. Such a scene, there is an urgent need for a town house that can ward off evil spirits."
Xuan Ji: "What's the situation?" "Damn it!"
As soon as Wang Ze's voice fell, a voice almost rubbed his ears, like a mosquito that suddenly got into a person's auricle. He couldn't hear the content. There was only a "buzz". Goose bumps all over his body exploded and he jumped three feet high: "Where? Where!"
"The energy detector did not respond," Zhang Zhao said confusedly next to him, "Boss, it's not a mosquito, right?" "Bullshit!" Qingping Town is further north than Yongan, and the temperature will drop below freezing a long time ago. People can stand on the ice. Wang Ze is wrapped in a down jacket like a tortoise shell. "I'm almost freezing to death. What mosquitoes can look like bombers!"
The entire ancestral hall area was quarantined. Fengshen took a group of local field workers, like a landmine, holding an energy reactor to search nearby.
The people who built the ancestral hall did not know what they thought, so they set it up next to a cemetery. It is relatively remote here, and cremation has only become strict in recent years. In the past ten years, the coffins were used to bury the ancestral graves.
Just in time for the first day of October, it is popular among the folks to burn "cold clothes" for the dead-usually colored paper, but some are pasted into clothes and burned together with Ming coins. The villagers who came to the town to burn paper felt that the atmosphere was not right early in the morning, and the accompanying children kept crying, saying "too many people, scared".
Then something stranger happened. In recent years, if there are some conditions, a tombstone will be erected for the deceased family member. Generally, there are black and white photos on the monument. After burning the paper, the portraits on the photos suddenly changed color-the black and white clothes were red and willow green, and the old man on the photo had a big flower on his chest, which was just the paste on the paper clothes burned by the family! The dead old man and the bridegroom looked out of the stele like an official, and there seemed to be a festive smile on his black and white face.
The villagers frightened a few people on the spot and ran to the ancestral hall, only to find that the idol was gone.
"Qianru," Gu Yuexi's voice came from the video call. "You can take a look on the Internet first. It doesn't matter if you post, don't have photos or videos streaming out. Alas, by the way, boss, I feel the signal from this place. Very good."