Zhou Yi was stunned.

"Is it because there are some special obsessions in my spiritual world that are silently watching me?"

He closed his eyes and focused his energy, but saw a quaint stone slab and his own psychic fire.

And the "Ma Baoguo" and the "silent voyeurist" who remained still next to the stone slab.

There are no stars and no memory bubbles, which is different from others.

This should not be the real spiritual world.

"Sure enough, I can't enter my own spiritual world. This is probably just a special space created by stone slabs."

...

Comrade Li Xianfeng can be said to be the one who cares about Zhou Yi the most among the entire Xisou.

It wouldn't be too much to even add two more words "most".

That mushroom wine is so fragrant. I have lived for sixty years in my life and have never drunk such delicious and mellow wine!

Although I knew that the name "Mushroom Wine" was fake, and although it was delayed after three days and three nights of drunkenness, it was still... so fragrant.

After drinking, I never forget it, I can't stay awake at night!

Especially when I heard that when Zhou Yi gave Wang Zhengfa a little "mushroom wine", Old Man Li was even more worried. He thought about it day by day, and he was almost drooling!

But he loves face.

I have asked Zhou Yi once, but I can't ask for a second time.

It would be bad if you don’t talk about martial ethics.

The elderly need to be morally polite.

So, he set his sights on Wang Zhengfa.

I was walking around Wang Zhengfa’s office all day long, and I came in from time to time to check out the doors and other things, my eyes rolling around.

"Old Wang, cough cough... he cured another patient?" After Li Xianfeng walked into the office, his nose twitched, as if he was looking for the place where Wang Zhengfa hid the wine bottle.

"Yes, I made a lot of money, and I've made a fortune now. It's not necessarily a good thing for young people to make money so easily. You, Lao Li, need to suppress him so that he won't be alienated by capital." Wang Zhengfa joked.

Li Xianfeng's face turned red, "Don't tell me to suppress him. I've eaten someone else's short mouth, and now I can't find a chance to suppress him."

"One cup, just one small cup."

"I knew you would do this!" Wang Zhengfa knew the purpose of Old Man Li, and took out the small glass bottle with a smile.

In a small cup, pour a little bit, but that's enough.

"Hey, why did I finish drinking it in one breath? This is the legendary 'monkey wine' in the world. If you drink a little less, this kid is really willing to do it." Li Xianfeng tasted it little by little, "The character is good."

Wang Zhengfa also poured a cup and talked about what happened these days: "So what about a thousand golds? I'll drink it after drinking it. People have given it all, but we still hide it and don't drink it? Do you still have to sell it for money?"

"What's the use of money when you take a sip and live for more than a year?"

Listening to the other party's remarks, the flames in Li Xianfeng's heart once again burned.

"The second patient was cured like this? It took more than a week, 10 days? It only took 10 days?" Old Man Li asked incrediblely, "He really became a self-taught person."

He no longer knows what to say.

The first patient took less than half a month to use it, which can be understood as a mistake.

But the second patient only took 10 days?

What's the situation? 10 days? Are other psychic therapists like this?

Didn't it mean it was difficult?

Could this profession be so bad that you can learn by yourself after a few days after turning a piece of shabby textbook?

And it is the one that treats a patient in 10 days?

This made him Li Xianfeng feel a little itchy and wanted to practice telepathy skills...

But unfortunately, Li Xianfeng knew that he did not have this talent at all, telepathy, etc. Many people with this talent were sentimental and often had depression.

But Zhou Yi is not a sentimental type at all. What's going on?

"No sequelae?"

"It seems that there are no sequelae. I don't know what method to cure it. It's so quickly... it was cured in 10 days."

"Fu Lintao, it has definitely returned to normal." Wang Zhengfa lit a cigarette and said with a smile: "It seems that this kind of thing that can be learned without a teacher does exist."

"Although it's just a little bit difficult to treat ordinary people, it's also amazing."

Li Xianfeng was a little dissatisfied and hummed, not knowing what he was talking about.

Indeed, even in the prosperous Daxia Kingdom, there are too few people who become spiritual healers without teachers.

Ten or twenty years, there may not be one!

Even if Li Xianfeng was not convinced, he could only hold it in his mind: "So you want to help him find a special place in college? You have invested a lot."

"There is no way. If you want to return to Daxia, you have to rely not only on your ability, but also on your connections. When investing in young people, it is a long-term benefit." Wang Zhengfa shook his head, "In 10 years, 20 years, you may make a profit. Even if you fail, you will not lose anything to me. It's nothing to help him."

Li Xianfeng took another sip of wine, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face: "I have actually asked my senior brother..."

"However, he did not agree with the quota of universities."

Natural asceticism is one of the pillars of the entire Great Xia Alliance.

A group of psychics who do not seek money and rely on living a poor life as the foundation cannot be asked for anything.

The senior executives who practice asceticism have a high reputation and power in the Daxia Alliance.

In theory, it is almost no difficulty for the master to speak and get a university place.

"Your senior brother doesn't agree? Such a genius will be buried?" Wang Zhengfa was a little puzzled.

"Because...there is something wrong with the entire international situation now." Li Xianfeng was silent for a while and shook his head. "As a special category of superpowers, every quota for further study in college is established, which is equivalent to becoming a natural civil servant.

"Otherwise, spies from the Western Continent would have infiltrated."

Wang Zhengfa was silent. Indeed, although the technology in the Western Continent is more developed, the development of psionic energy and the use of various superpowers is not as good as the Eastern Continent.

Psychic energy has too high requirements for the mind and nature. It requires ancient inheritance and a long-standing cultural atmosphere to nourish the masters. The religious atmosphere in the Western Continent is too strong and has too high restraint on ideas, so the high-end combat power is not as good as that in the Eastern Continent.

But that's all, the reason is not enough.

Zhou Yi's birth, Miao Zhenggenhong, has never had contact with people from the Western Continent, so it is impossible for him to be a spy.

"There is a second reason...the archaeological team."
Chapter completed!