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Chapter 6 Join
After leaving the Beijing Office of Tianting, Song Xiao hesitated again and again, but went to the courtyard house in Luogu Lane again.

There are some things that he wants to ask in person.

He found the place with ease and rang the doorbell. After a while, someone opened the door from inside. Seeing him, he said directly, "Master is waiting for you inside."

Owner?

Song Xiao was slightly taken aback.

I couldn't help but sized up this young man in his early twenties, a spirited guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looked quite normal.

The other party looked calm and didn't feel wrong at all.

When Song Xiao came over before, he said he was delivering a letter to Mr. Su, and the man invited him in without saying anything.

It is very strange to hear such a clearly anachronistic title at this moment.

The Heavenly Court has kept pace with the times, but this place is still the same?
Song Xiao endured the doubts in her heart, went in with the young man, and was led to the reception area in the front hall.

The handsome Mr. Su was drinking tea there, when he saw him coming in, he nodded slightly, and said softly, "Sit."

The young man turned around quietly and went out, closing the door gently.

Mr. Su poured Song Xiao a cup of tea, pushed it over, and asked, "Have you been?"

Song Xiaoxin said that it really was you!

Nodded: "I've been there, it's a little different from what I imagined."

Mr. Su smiled slightly and looked at Song Xiao: "What do you think it should be?"

"At any rate, it is also the legendary supreme hall of the gods. Even if it is an institution set up in the human world, it must be similar no matter what?"

Thinking of the dilapidated office space, Song Xiao felt disgusted.

To be honest, compared with his studio, Tianting's Beijing office is ten blocks behind.

"That's because you haven't seen the real heaven."

Mr. Su spoke softly and said with a smile: "If you see it, you might be even more disappointed."

"Have you seen it?"

Song Xiao still doesn't know the real identity of this Mr. Su, and the other party doesn't seem to give him any idea of ​​solving his confusion.

Presumably he should be a person with status.

Director of Tianting's Beijing Office?
Mr. Su didn't answer, but just said to Song Xiao: "I know what you're here for, and I have a few words for you."

Song Xiao nodded: "Say it."

Mr. Su looked at him and said, "I suggest you join the Heavenly Court."

"Your master has protected you so well these years."

When the other party mentioned Master, Song Xiao subconsciously sat up straight.

Mr. Su saw it, and continued to say calmly: "In his opinion, all you need to be safe and happy in this life is enough."

"He doesn't want you to be exposed to the real side of the world too early."

"If possible, he would never even want you to touch him while he was alive."

Song Xiao didn't refute, because the other party was telling the truth.

Except for the occasional master not talking about martial arts and cheating him with dark dishes, he usually dotes on him.

And he also knows that those unpalatable things are actually for his own good.

"But that thinking is wrong."

Song Xiao straightened her body slightly, glanced at him, and didn't speak.

Mr. Su looked at him and said, "This world won't be as caring and loving as he is."

"When the storm comes, no one is immune."

As he spoke, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Don't underestimate the background of the heaven, there are still three thousand nails in the rotten ship."

"If your aptitude is really as stated in your master's letter, then your current state...is not really good."

"The change of the sky is coming, no one will give you a chance to cultivate slowly or quickly."

"It seems to be calm, but maybe in just a few months, it will be full of wind and clouds."

"Wealth and honor must be sought in danger."

Song Xiao looked at Mr. Su: "You and my master?"

Mr. Su shook his head slightly: "It's not important."

"He entrusted you to me, but you are an adult, I cannot and will not influence your thoughts."

"So, what I said is just a suggestion. You can decide how to choose."

Song Xiao nodded in understanding.

"There is another thing I need to remind you."

Mr. Su looked at Song Xiao, and his expression became serious: "There are many enemies in Heaven. In fact, it is more accurate to say that China has many enemies, especially in the past hundred years."

"So the battle damage rate of the field personnel in the Heavenly Court is very high!"

Although Mr. Su's tone was still gentle, Song Xiao could feel a trace of blood and rain from his words.

Mr. Su continued: "This is why they have always been short of people."

Finally, he looked at Song Xiao.

"Don't think you can avoid danger by staying away from them."

"According to my estimation, it won't be long before the real hard days for casual cultivators in the world will come."

"If you fight alone, you will die faster."

Song Xiao: "..."

Although he didn't have time to say it, it was indeed a voice deep in his heart.

Since it is so dangerous, why should I go up?

For the shabby office area?

Or for the salary of [-] to [-]?
For some reason, he suddenly thought of Qin Sansui who had dropped out of school.

Could it be... is it also because of this reason?

Mr. Su looked at Song Xiao: "I'm done talking, how to decide is up to you."

"Even if he entrusts you to me, I won't interfere too much in your life."

Cultural people speak with a level!

The so-called won't interfere too much, probably means - I won't bother you too much.

Well, no problem!
Although he grew up under the protection of his master, he is not the kind of person who likes to rely on others for everything.

"Is there any question?" Mr. Su looked at Song Xiao calmly.

In fact, there are still quite a lot of problems.

For example, why does the sky change?
Who is our worst enemy?

For example, why do ghost kings and monster clans hunt talented practitioners?
For another example, he most wants to ask Mr. Su in front of him... who are you?
These are the questions he wanted to know when he came.

But now, Song Xiao suddenly didn't want to ask.

The other party has expressed an attitude in a gentle and reserved way——

Not far, not near.

He understood.

That being the case, it is useless to ask more questions.

"No more, thank you!"

Song Xiao got up and said goodbye: "You sit down, I'm leaving."

After Song Xiao left, Mr. Su still sat there quietly drinking tea.

After a while.

The young man knocked lightly on the door and came in, with a respectful attitude: "Master, I have already sent you away."

"Yes." Mr. Su nodded.

Seeing that the other party didn't leave, he raised his head and asked, "What? Do you have doubts?"

The young man hesitated and said, "I really don't understand. Since the senior entrusted him to you, why...don't you take care of him more?"

Mr. Su laughed: "How do you take care of him? Keep him by your side? Or...greeting to the people in the Heavenly Court and asking them to confess him as a young master?"

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he argued, "I didn't mean that, I was just... a little worried."

"I think this kid is pretty good, good-looking, and polite!"

Mr. Su shook his head, and said with a broken smile: "What are you worried about? The sky is changing, and the great powers will fight for victory. If you are not careful, you will be lost forever!"

"Think about the battle of the Conferred Gods thousands of years ago, from top to bottom, who can escape?"

"It's fine if his talent is poor. At worst, he stays with me. I'll take care of him if I live a day."

"But he's very talented!"

"Besides, this is a person who is calm on the outside but rebellious on the inside."

Mr. Su looked at the young man and said indifferently: "The Kunpeng cubs have to be released to fly, and cannot be kept by your side as pets."

The young man looked at Mr. Su speechlessly.

Mr. Su smiled and said, "You are different from him. If you are not with the master, where else do you want to go?"

The young man was a little annoyed: "Even if you are my master, you can't... at least you shouldn't... woof!"

"Hahaha!"

After laughing enough, Mr. Su looked at the young man and said, "Since you like him, you might as well pay attention, and when the time is right, you can take care of him secretly."

"But remember, don't let him know that it's you!"

The young man bared his teeth and smiled: "Got it!"

Turning around to go out, he couldn't help but stop when he reached the door: "You just talk about it, I don't believe you really don't care about him!"

"You're the only one who is busy, get out!"

"okay."

……

"Section Chief Zheng, I've decided to join."

"Do you need to go through any entry procedures?"

Coming out of the courtyard, Song Xiao dialed Zheng Ting's number.

In fact, Mr. Su's attitude towards him is not important.

He just chose to trust the Master.

These years of experience have also taught him a truth: if you want not to be bullied, you can only make yourself stronger!
"You've decided? That's great!"

Zheng Ting on the other end of the phone was still very polite, and seemed a little excited: "Tomorrow...no, just tonight!"

"I heard from Wang Peng about the hotel you stayed in, and we will send you the seal and token in a while!"

"I'll have a treat tonight, brothers and sisters find a place to drink, let's get acquainted with each other first!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Xiao was a little speechless.

Is it so urgent?

He originally wanted to have a gathering with a few classmates here, but now he can only give up.

And Zheng Ting and Wang Peng came faster than he imagined.

In less than half an hour, she appeared in the lobby of the hotel where Song Xiao was.

Coming down to welcome the two of them up, Zheng Ting couldn't help but sigh with emotion as soon as he entered the room: "What a luxury! You actually live in a suite alone!"

Wang Peng stroked around and smacked his lips.

"A poor family has a rich road. Of course you can't wrong yourself when you go out. If I want to be rich, I will live in this kind of place!"

Zheng Ting shook his head and sighed.

Then he took out a white jade seal and a very delicate silver token made of unknown material that could be placed in the palm of his hand.

Song Xiao took the seal and looked at it.

It looked new, with his name engraved in small seals on the bottom.

Zheng Ting said: "This is made by special means, and it has a special imprint of heaven hidden on it. I will teach you how to use it later."

Then he handed the silver token to Song Xiao, and said solemnly: "The seal means that you are from the Heavenly Court."

"The token represents your identity in Heaven!"

"There is a special magic circle engraved inside the token, which needs to be activated with a spell."

"Whether it is the release of daily tasks, the collection of cultivation resources, or the payment of your salary, it is all done through it."

Wang Peng added from the side: "You must be optimistic about the token, your salary and cultivation resources are all directly invested in it!"

Song Xiao was slightly taken aback, and asked in surprise, "Equivalent to a bank card with space teleportation and storage functions?"

Wang Peng smiled triumphantly and said, "Not only that, it also has an intelligent system and a certain degree of defense capability!"

"How is it? Six or six?"

Zheng Ting also smiled and said, "I told you that the buns have meat but not the folds."

It wasn't until this moment that Song Xiao suddenly felt that Tianting was not as bad as he thought.

At least from this token, you can still feel some of its heritage.

Thinking of the blue and white porcelain tea caddy that hadn't been used yet, Song Xiao suddenly felt sorry for Master.

What is wild is unloved!
Then Wang Peng took the initiative to teach Song Xiao how to use the seal and token.

I have to say that it is a bit superficial to take it for granted that the ancients were not good enough.

The black technology contained in this token is quite awesome!
The spell that activates it can be changed to personal exclusive after learning it.

The intelligent system used to read intelligence information and send and receive tasks even only recognizes the "password" of the master's mind.

Even if it is lost or robbed, it is almost impossible for outsiders to open it.

Unless the master dies.

Song Xiao quickly learned how to use it.

Zheng Ting, who was smoking on the sofa, waved his hand: "Let's go, I'll treat you tonight, I won't come home until I'm drunk!"

(End of this chapter)