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Chapter 8 Broken! I've entered the den of thieves!(2/2)

Alarm bells rang in Ren Qiong's heart. Through Hetu Luoshu, he saw one kind of future after another——

If he makes any inappropriate move, he will be killed with a slap in the face!

What a miserable death!

Drops of cold sweat are about to break out. This is a moment of life and death.

Ren Qiong smelled the breath of death, and his spirit was infinitely tense and condensed. In a trance, he broke some kind of self-limitation in the dark. His perspective of the soul kept getting higher and higher, like a god sitting high in the nine heavens, overlooking the vast world of mortals.

At this moment, his soul is this god, and his physical body, the small world of human beings, with his qi and blood circulating repeatedly, is the vast world of mortals.

He suppresses the overall situation, grasps all metabolisms in detail, and controls them just right.

The cold sweat has stopped flowing, Qi and blood are running smoothly, and the heartbeat is constant... everything is so ordinary, just like before.

At the moment of life and death, you have great concentration.

Ren Qiong knelt down and picked up the talisman pen without changing his expression. He lowered his eyebrows and looked very ordinary.

Apart from muttering "black-hearted boss" twice, there was nothing wrong with him.

The aura that was originally concentrated in the ears has long since dispersed, and the left and right channels have merged into one. Only the illusions illuminated by the illusion are all deceptive scenes.

He continued his original work, tore up the failed talisman and drew it again.

The painting is like a moving dragon and snake, commanding the heaven and earth in all directions, and the description of flowing clouds and flowing water has its own wonderful interpretation.

Ren Qiong himself is considered a little genius in Fu Dao - otherwise he would not have been able to find this job and become a glorious migrant worker.

And when he had the blessing of Hetu Luoshu - although he couldn't understand it as a whole, he was still so-so when it came to "recognizing" each detail, and he learned a lot by guessing and broadened his horizons.

, which brings about a huge transformation in the level of Fu Dao, which is the ultimate expansion and sublimation of the foundation!

At this moment, he was working seriously, concentrating his mind, and drawing the talismans... His level was clearly revealed, it was mysterious and dreamy, and the situation was majestic.

A talisman for removing filth, but it forcibly depicts the charm of thunder falling from the sky and annihilating the Ghost Emperor!

There is no doubt that this is a display of top talent, extraordinary.

Ren Qiongsi thought that even if the hot chicks were ruthless, they would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go... Considering that he has the bonus point of "genius", maybe... maybe... he should not be killed

Just beat him to death?

Waste materials die quickly.

But genius...maybe be locked up in a small dark room for training? Transformed into the shape of an unknown organization? Work overtime from 00:00 to 7:00 all day long?

From Ren Qiong's perspective, geniuses are often privileged.

As long as you are not so stubborn and can understand current affairs, most of them will not be difficult to survive.

'grass……'

'Why can't I control my eyes? Why can't I control my hands?'

Tears of regret fell in Ren Qiong's heart.

He has sharp eyes.

When the customer walked in, he noticed something subtle.

Who told Ren Qiong to have worn similar outfits before?

I just did some sneaky things, and I am very sensitive to the same kind of people.

'Interesting colleagues...'

Ren Qiong became interested.

I can't see my face, I can't see my chest, I can only see my legs.

Unexpectedly, I discovered that a small section of white color flashed away.

There is no problem in picking out the color alone, but there is a problem when comparing it with the exposed arm.

Suddenly.

With his sharp eyes, the old driver’s soul was burning.

With the effort of stretching, he used the dust around him as pen and ink, his own magic power as aura, and the ground under his feet as talisman paper, and he drew a talisman in the shortest possible time!

This is inspired by Qi Du Zhenren.

This true man told him that being weak does not mean being humble, and that heaven and earth treat everyone equally.

So at that moment, he had a flash of inspiration, drew inferences from local materials, demonstrated his talents to the fullest, and used the wonderful principles of Hetu and Luoshu to draw a wall-with-ears talisman!

And he was inspired openly, using his spiritual power to draw symbols while working on the side to confuse his perception.

Ren Qiong admitted that this was his immorality and excessive curiosity.

A young girl, hiding her head and tail, secretly coming to the door... What is she going to do?

Moreover, measuring real people is not easy.

He had just talked about some "myths and legends" with the young man, involving the magic weapon that Ren Qiong used to settle down.

How could Ren Qiong ignore it?

Pay attention.

As a result, this attention caused problems.

He gained a lot from eavesdropping on the situation, but it also led him to walk on the edge of a cliff, where his life and death were in danger.

——It’s broken! I’ve entered a den of thieves!

Listen!

Is that something that ordinary organizations can and dare to do?

It will shake the foundation of the country!

Imitation Xuanhuang coin.

Seize Taoist resources.

Observe the garrison situation.

Damn it!

Ren Qiong felt a chill in his heart.

He is just a potential anti-thief leader, but there is already a suspicion of an anti-thief force organization in the midst of a rebellion!

Ren Qiong is doubtful in his life.

Terrified, he forced himself to stay calm.

No matter what, this disaster must be overcome.

Perhaps his performance was outstanding enough. Through Hetu Luoshu, Ren Qiong felt that the eyes on him had changed from indifferent to soft, with a bit of appreciation.



"Who is this little guy?"

The girl asked.

"He?" Master Qi Du smiled lightly, "A progressive Talisman Taoist genius, not bad at all... He has become more enlightened recently, and his level of Talisman Tao has improved by leaps and bounds."

"Apart from the fact that he likes to argue with me, an old man, I don't have any big problems in other aspects."

"I pity his hard work and progress, so I agreed when he came to apply for a job. I would occasionally teach him some Talisman skills so that he could lay a solid foundation and go further in the future."

The real person lamented, "These days, it is getting harder and harder for civilian geniuses to succeed."

"Various techniques are constantly being introduced to improve quality and output. This is a good thing."

"But learning skills requires resources... How can we afford them if our family has little background? It's difficult to even practice, let alone expand new knowledge."

"The Taoist Academy recruits so many students every year. If others have made progress, but you have not, you are falling behind... Even if there is fair competition, others cannot find fault."

"If you fall behind, you are destined not to enter the Taoist Academy, unless you are a true genius!"

"If things continue like this, I'm afraid there will be no poor family in the upper class and no powerful family in the lower class!"

Master Qi Du let out a long sigh.

"It doesn't have to go on like this forever, it's about to start now." The female voice also showed a little helplessness, "The situation has changed. Take the Taoist temple where I am as an example. The prime minister respects morality, and the ministers respect skills... They all say it nicely.

The supervisor in charge of school discipline and rules called on Taoist students to be virtuous, and the secretary in charge of students' skills declared that they would raise the ability threshold for admission."

"Humph!" the girl hummed, "What do they want to do and what is in their hearts? Do you really think outsiders don't understand?"

"No way!"

"Their slogans are loud and loud, and they can't easily find any problems. They have all the reasons... Even if Lord Jijiu wants to oppose it, he can't succeed and can only rely on his temporary prestige to balance it."
Chapter completed!
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