I was revived by the spiritual energy

"Taixu is the top realm of practitioners... Have you read fantasy novels? Emperor Dou corresponds to Taixu. There are no more than [-] people of this kind of ancestor level in the world, and each of them has lived for nearly [-] years." A hundred-year-old monster, this is probably an old guy from some clan who came to Xianning and sent a notification signal to the Jiang family."

The two police officers nodded again and again, showing joyful expressions, very shocked.

very impressive.

It's such a big deal to send a signal.

Chapter 8 I won't give you ice cream

After inspecting the scene, the two policemen led the young man to the monitoring room to call the surveillance video.

Coincidentally.

The basketball court on the westernmost side is just in the surveillance shooting range.

The three of them fast-forwarded to the time when the incident occurred, and saw Qin Luo walking over as if nothing had happened, started punching as if nothing had happened, rested for a while as if nothing had happened, then unscrewed the basketball stand casually, and then ran away in a hurry, afraid of who It was like asking for money after finding him, without any demeanor.

The air froze slightly.

No one spoke in the monitoring room for a while, falling into a deathly silence.

"You cultivators are quite young. You look like high school students over 100 years old, and you don't look old at all."

The plainclothes policeman let out a haha, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Always felt……

This young man has nothing to do with words such as old monster, hermit and strong man.

He also wears fake Nikes.

The direction of the check mark is reversed.

"Mr. Jiang, I'll leave the rest to you. We can't handle the practitioner's affairs, but this, the basketball hoop..."

Another officer pointed to the video.

Euphemistic hint.

After all, the park has called the police, and someone has to pay for the basketball stand.

"I'll pay for him, both of you please return."

The young man said lightly, covering up his inner astonishment well, keeping his composure, standing with his hands behind his back, with a calm manner, and continued to maintain his image of a hermit.

Be strong.

Even if it's a big thing, the demeanor can't be messed up.

"sorry to bother you."

The two police officers breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and happily got ready to leave work.

This kind of case is really easy to handle.

Come to the scene and walk around, and the case will be solved without tracing and wrangling, and the real results can be easily obtained.

Wait until the two police officers seal up the video and finish the funeral.

The young talent slowly walked out of the monitoring room.

Seeing that the cordon was withdrawn and several police cars drove away, he finally couldn't maintain his tall and tall image, his legs softened, and he quickly found a small corner where no one was around, took out his mobile phone from his arms, and found himself Dad's number.

Practitioners can live longer at most, and they can live for more than 100 years, and 200 years is the limit.

As for rejuvenation.

Even more nonsense.

How could there be Tai Xu who was only 20 years old in this world!

Taixu, these two characters are the symbol of invincibility, and the ultimate ideal that cultivators pursue all their lives.

The ancestor of the Jiang family can lift small cars with spiritual power.

Catch the bullet with bare hands.

The terrifying power to lift several tons with bare hands actually appeared on a 20-year-old young man. The possibility behind this makes one's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Phone calls.

The young man clenched his phone tightly, feeling his body trembling.

"Old, Dad, something serious happened..."

"Jiang Zhe, how did I teach you, you should pay attention to your breath when you speak and do things, and how to behave in a hurry." On the other end of the phone, the middle-aged man's voice was full of air, kindness and sternness.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Jiang Zhe choked up and apologized in a low voice.

"What's going on, let's talk." The middle-aged man said lightly, his tone returning to his usual kindness.

"it is good."

The situation was urgent, so Jiang Zhe organized his language and explained the situation to his father in the most succinct summary.

"Xianning produced a 20-year-old Taixu Realm cultivator..."

thump.

He heard the sound of something falling.

……

Not knowing that he has become a hidden master, a genius boy, and a reincarnation of power, Qin Luo is paying the bill at the cashier of the hotel.

Three dishes.

A total of 350 five, people wiped a zero.

Looking at the shrinking WeChat balance, Qin Luo felt that it was time to put money on the agenda.

in this era.

There are as many ways monks can make money as they want.

Just think about it.

The easiest way is to help others and teach disciples. It is safer to raise a few spiritual plants with spiritual energy and sell them as natural treasures, or even the practice formulas of later generations. Sell ​​for an incredible price.

Just being a normal person.

Qin Luo didn't know what was going on with those cultivators hiding in the dark, so it was prudent not to make too many moves.

After all.

There is still too little information available.

He basically knew nothing about the world before the spiritual energy revived.

Qin Luo's current grade evaluation system is still the new version of the official standard formulated by the government two years later. He doesn't even know the current classification rules of these hermit families, and his eyes are dark.

It would be nice to have an information channel...

Not in a hurry.

When passing by Chaoyang Square, Qin Luo watched the fountain show with his sister for a while, bought two candied haws to eat, and walked home.

……

This afternoon, Qin Luo didn't go out to practice again, but stayed at home and watched TV with his sister for a whole day.

Man is a vile animal.

Only once you have lost it will you understand the truth of cherishing.

The weather has turned warm in March. After returning home, Qin Shi changed into a soft white nightdress, her long legs were exposed, and she didn't wear shoes, just ran around on the floor in lace socks go.

Qin Luo lay on the sofa, reading a book comfortably.

Occasionally see my sister.

Fourteen or fifteen years old is the age when a little girl transforms into a young girl, from being cute to being sweet.

With a soft and fair face, a bouncing ponytail, slender and slender legs, and a certain size in her breasts, Qin Shi is already an incredible little beauty.

He looks at his sister.

It's like the farmer's uncle looking at the little cabbage that he has managed to raise.

The cabbage is ripe.

The pig doesn't know when it will come.

Gently touching his chin, Qin Luo also began to feel a little worried about his old father.

speak up.

In the foundation building realm, he can already refine some lower-level spirit weapons. Although he doesn't plan to practice returning to the origin, the spirit weapons can be refined for his sister to use for self-defense.

You can also try to make some elixir to strengthen your body.

In order to prevent my sister from not eating it, I secretly made drinks, cakes, and ice cream and put them in the refrigerator...

"Brother, what are you doing, you've been staring at the floor for a long time."

Qin Luo was thinking about his future plans, Qin Shi took two boxes of chilled orange juice from the refrigerator, looked at his brother who was distracted, tore open one and handed him one.

Although her elder brother has a rich wife, it's not like she has no chance at all. How can outsiders know how to take care of her elder brother?

A gentle girl.

It is in this small aspect that he shows his care.

"Thinking about ice cream..." Qin Luo blurted out.

Qin Shi was puzzled for a moment, and lowered her head in the direction of Qin Luo's line of sight, and then saw her little feet wrapped in white lace socks.

Her face turned red instantly.

Such dirty adjectives, as a child who often surfs the Internet, how could he not understand.

"Brother is a pervert." Qin Shi turned her face away and ran away shyly.

I won't give you food!

Qin Luo: "??"

Does being a panacea have anything to do with perverts?

Chapter 9 This World Is Terrible

The next day is March NO.15.

Monday.

On working days, Qin Shi, who is in the second year of junior high school, and Qin Luo, who is in the second year of high school, are about to start school.

Although Qin Luo has already established his foundation, he has no plans to drop out of school after becoming a monk. High school life is also an indispensable part of his memory of his youth.

I had dinner with my sister in the morning, said goodbye, and parted ways at the crossroads.

Stepping on the morning light.

Qin Luo walked into Xianning No. [-] Middle School with her schoolbag on her back.

Xiaomengang, a round flower bed.

In the center of the flower bed is a large white stone engraved with the school rules and motto of Xianning No. [-] Middle School.

In the distance is still the five-story teaching building in memory, painted with red paint, next door is a spacious artificial lawn, there are circles of rubber track, and the red flag is flying.

Remember two or three years later.

This place was changed into a training center for Qi refining monks.

Later, when the war started, Qin Luo once revisited the old place. At that time, the place was devastated, and the noise of the past could no longer be seen.

I miss it.

Slowly walked to the door of his classroom.

People look familiar, but I can't remember where I'm sitting...

I thought about it.