So I went to Douluo

The Imperial Master, who had heard all the news, secretly curled his lips, hiding his merit and fame.

"National Preceptor, National Preceptor?"

The director's cautious shout reached his ears, and Tang Liu came to his senses in a second: "Well, continue, I'm listening."

The director secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he couldn't see the national master's face, so he didn't know whether the national master had any reaction.

He used his personal intelligence to continue calling up relevant information: "If you set our area as the final venue for the national festival, this square is the best place. Other than that, there are two shopping malls. At that time, we will communicate with the General Administration and implement control of all the surrounding streets."

Tang Liu listened carefully, even though he had gone through this process countless times.

Besides, he didn't have anything else to do besides the little boys in the Pope's house. He did not feel tired even though he did most of the work of the National Memorial, a major event that he had already taken the lead in. Quan thought it was just for him to find something to do when he was bored.

Tang Ziran and Tang Wulin had been taken indoors by the female police officer, who began to enter relevant identity information for Tang Wulin and apply for a personal brain.

Nowadays, because of the new cultivation method disclosed by the National Master, the number of extraordinary people has increased sharply. Now that almost all the people are practicing cultivation, in order to facilitate management, every citizen of the empire needs to report to the Imperial Monk Supervision Bureau after officially embarking on the path of cultivation.

For a soul master, it is natural that the moment the martial soul awakens and the soul power accompanies it, it must be reported and entered into the citizen information database.

After all, it is best for a soul master to get started, as long as you have soul power you can practice.

Although anyone can take the other path, it is relatively difficult to get started. At least it will take a long time to reach the level of an early soul master, unless one is really talented in this path.

Most people may only be able to cultivate to more than ten or twenty levels in their lifetime, but these twenty or so levels of cultivation can extend the average life span of ordinary people by dozens more. Zai, this is an advantage that soul masters never have.

The moon waxes and wanes, perhaps this is all compensation for the difficulty of cultivation.

As for the personal brain, it is a high-precision electronic device that every empire citizen of appropriate age needs to apply for. It integrates multiple functions such as identification, video, real-time network, and credit account.

In today's empire, as long as you bring your own intelligence, you can go anywhere. If not, it will be difficult to move forward.

The application procedure is not difficult, just enter your identity information and open an account.

The policewoman sister was also very efficient. She helped Tang Wulin get everything done in a few minutes and handed Tang Wulin's brand new personal intelligence.

Tang Wulin happily put his smart brain on his wrist. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, because from now on he was also a child who could surf the Internet alone!

The policewoman sister seemed to have seen through what he was thinking, and said with a smile at this time: "Children, it is a good thing to learn to use the Internet, but before the age of twelve, you only have two hours of Internet time every day. "

Tang Wulin: "!"

The policewoman sister looked at Tang Ziran, who was gloating about his misfortune, and warned: "You and your son's accounts have been bound as relatives. Parents can supervise their children's Internet use at any time through their personal intelligence. There are some restrictions on the content.

"It doesn't matter if you don't quite understand. Artificial intelligence will only push content suitable for the corresponding age group. Of course, you can also adjust your child's daily online time through your personal intelligence. It's just that there are only two hours before the age of twelve. It's written in the laws of the Empire. What you can set is a time period, or change it at will within a two-hour time frame."

Tang Ziran: "It means that he can spend less time online every day, right?"

The policewoman sister kept a decent smile: "That's it."

Tang Wulin: "!!!"

Tang Ziran beamed: "Okay, thank you very much, comrade police!"

The father and son left the police station with sharply contrasting expressions on their faces and rushed home.

On the way, Tang Ziran drove the car and occasionally looked behind him at Tang Wulin, who was sitting in a child's seat. He stared at the brain on his wrist without blinking. He looked happy and depressed at times. The corners of his mouth could not restrain themselves from rising, and he had a "feng shui" feeling. It’s my turn, it’s my turn, it’s my turn, and it’s your day too.”

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After all, the law that children under the age of twelve can only have two hours of online time per day has been fully implemented a long time ago.

But now that he was a father, Tang Ziran felt that he still couldn't rejoice in others' misfortunes, otherwise the "loving father" persona he had established in the past would completely collapse.

So while waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, Tang Ziran asked: "Wulin, when you awakened your martial spirit, did the National Master tell you anything? Do you think the National Master is good?"

As soon as his attention was diverted, Tang Wulin no longer struggled with the problem of intelligence and brain.

Tang Ziran immediately saw his bright eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Master Imperial Master is good, I like him!!"

Tang Ziran smiled slightly, but before he could say anything, he heard Tang Wulin's soft voice continuing to sound.

"Furthermore, the Imperial Master smells so good!"

Tang Ziran: "?"

He listened to his son's voice getting quieter and quieter, and his little face that suddenly became a little shy. He couldn't help but show the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

Tang Wulin didn't notice his reaction, his mind was wandering, and he was still thinking about himself: "Master National Preceptor smells just like mother."

Tang Ziran: "???"

"——Uh, um, give me the quilt you dried in the sun!"

Tang Ziran: ""

Why was this kid gasping for air when he spoke? He was scared to death.

Tang Wulin recalled the time when he was held by the Imperial Master not long ago, and tried to think of adjectives: "Yes, and also, it's like a rainy day. The air you smell when you open the window is still like grass."

In short, it seemed to be very warm, and he was a little reluctant to be separated from the National Master!

Tang Ziran thought that his martial spirit was the Blue Silver Emperor, a plant-type martial spirit. He should be born with a love for nature, so he could smell the scent of sunshine, rain, dew, and vegetation on the Imperial Master.

After all, from the perspective of a national master, he himself is equivalent to a whole "nature".

Or rather

Is it simply "like attracts like" between Tang Wulin and the Imperial Master?

If he remembers correctly, the martial spirit of Master National Master

It seems to be a kind of plant-type martial spirit?

Tang Ziran suddenly couldn't remember the specific name and planned to go back and check.

In the information age, especially for public figures like the Imperial Master, basic information such as martial arts spirits is very easy to find.

Just enter the word "National Preceptor" and there will be a bunch of encyclopedias introducing the National Preceptor.

Tang Ziran, who was later found out: ...National Master, I’ve realized it!

Tang Liu: ...No, I don’t think you have.

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