After attending the meeting of the General Association for the Promotion of Chinese Metaphysics and returning to the editorial department of Lingwu Journal, Jing Zhichun only felt a little annoyed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the editor-in-chief's office in front of him is luxuriously furnished and low-key, full of cultural atmosphere, and not lacking in comfort, this was originally carefully arranged by Jing Zhichun before, and staying here in the past always made him feel very good, as if he forgot the fact that he lost a hand.

But now, this scene has made Jing Zhichun more and more upset.

He rubbed his temples vigorously with his only hand, which was throbbing and aching.

Even, a few bruises were exposed on his head, which was the result of clenching his teeth too hard because of the excessive pain.

With his cultivation, it will be like this, there is only one possibility: the Dao Heart is lost!

Before encountering the Great Tribulation before, he had just reached the early stage of the Sixth Order of cultivation. However, after being imprisoned for so many years and suffering so much, he was rescued one day, cultivated his vitality, and after recovering, he was like riding a rocket and rose straight to the peak of the sixth order. It can be seen that his talent is a spot.

Although, because of the loss of a hand, his limbs were incomplete, causing him to have no way up, but after he went through the ordeal, the Dao Heart should have been polished to a considerable extent.

But even so, when he heard what made his heart beat in the meeting, he still lost his heart.

"I ...... What should I do?"

Jing Zhichun groaned in pain. The sharp pain in his temple, although unbearable, was far less than the struggle in his heart.

"Abolish the sect system and comprehensively promote the ...... of the college system"

Thinking that the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association had actually listed this content as the focus of its future work, Jing Zhichun closed his eyes in pain.

As an outstanding disciple of the Maoshan faction, and a person who was trained as a candidate for the head of the sect before, Jing Zhichun's feelings for the sect can be imagined, how could he accept such a result.

But......

According to the information obtained during the meeting, this proposal was actually put forward by his great benefactor Yang Chenzhen, on the one hand, it was the grace of saving lives, and on the other hand, it was the grace of cultivation and family-like feelings......

As a person who is deeply influenced by traditional concepts, the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated, and even he is very yearning for those who will do anything to repay the favor in ancient times, he does not know how he should choose.

The point is that he has now lost the possibility of rising in the sect, although he is unwilling, but he has lost an arm, and it is impossible for him to be vigorously cultivated by the sect. The resources of the sect are limited, and people like him have no chance.

But the belief of his whole life in the previous half of his life was to move forward on top of cultivation. Not to mention losing a hand, even if he loses all his hands and feet, and becomes blind and deaf, as long as he still has a breath, he can't even hope that he will stop asking for the Great Dao.

It is no longer possible for the sect to cultivate him, and now the only power that can cultivate him is probably the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association. At least, the cultivation of people by this Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association does not look at your background or qualifications, but only on your merits. As long as you make great contributions, the resources for cultivation will naturally be given to you.

Otherwise, even with the support of the government, the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association would not have developed to this day.

In this way, he was faced with a difficult choice: whether to choose to be loyal to the sect or choose to lean on the side of the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association.

If he is loyal to the sect, then he will lose his last spiritual future, and at the same time, he will live up to the kindness of his great benefactor. You can choose to lean towards the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association...... After all, that's the sect he grew up in, and after all, it's a master who treats him like a parent, and he wants to turn his face against them, how can he bear it?

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Jing Zhichun's female assistant Xiao Mo'er broke in: "Editor-in-chief, there is your ......"

Halfway through speaking, the young female assistant subconsciously closed her mouth.

In front of her, is it still the same Jing Zhichun who lost a hand before, but is still personable and full of mature man charm, so that even other women in the editorial department can't help but be moved?

In the past, Jing Zhichun was well groomed all over his body, and there was a kind of firmness and calmness that can only be produced after experiencing hardships, giving people the feeling of a towering mountain, and it was never possible for anything to defeat him, so that people could rely on it at any time.

Such a person can make any woman fascinated.

But now?

What's going on?

Now Jing Zhichun, his clothes are crumpled, his hair is messy, his breath is sloppy, his eyes are blank, and his eyes are full of blood-red bloodshots, how can he have any style before?

The assistant even suspected that this was still not the previous editor-in-chief, and it wouldn't be a different person, right?

Jing Zhichun raised his head suddenly, and his blood-red eyes startled the assistant: "What's the matter?" didn't you ask you not to come in without my orders?"

After all, he was from the Great Gate Sect, and he was a very good monk in all aspects, even in this state of distraction, his tone was only a little more impatient, and there was no hint of anger.

However, his movements and the eyes that looked a little vicious, as well as his words that were only a little impatient, but because of his cultivation, made Xiao Mo'er tremble: "Total...... Editor...... You...... What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Mo'er frowned slightly: "You don't care what's wrong with me, what's the matter with you coming in?"

Xiao Mo'er raised the mobile phone in her hand in a dacker, and replied tremblingly: "Editor-in-chief...... You...... Your phone ......"

She half-closed her eyes, fearing that a terrible storm would follow.

"Phone?"

Jing Zhichun couldn't bear the impatience in his heart, and with a move of his hand, a whirlwind rolled the mobile phone in Xiao Moer's hand, grabbed it with one hand and put it on the side of his ear, and said in a very bad tone: "I'm Jing Zhichun." ”

There was silence on the other side for a while, and Yang Chen's voice came: "Jing Daoyou, I'm Yang Chen." ”

Jing Zhichun's face changed immediately, he took a few deep breaths, and Xiao Mo'er was surprised to see that the previous editor-in-chief was back again. Although he is still disheveled and has messy hair, his temperament is not much different from before.

"Yang Zhenren, it turned out to be you! Thank you for saving Zhenren before, Zhichun is grateful!"

Yang Chen said with a smile: "I also encountered it occasionally, but by the way, I just informed you that the credit for rescuing Jing Daoyou is still the true person of the sect and your sect, and it has nothing to do with me." It's just a gesture, Jing Daoyou doesn't have to worry too much. ”

Jing Zhichun shook his head vigorously, even though he knew that Yang Chen couldn't see it on the other end of the phone, he still did so, as if only in this way could he accurately express the firmness in his heart: "Yang Zhenren, although you are a gesture, but for me, it is the grace of reconstruction! Without your notice, it is impossible for the master and the sect to know my whereabouts." This greatest benefactor is still a real person!"

Yang Chen hurriedly humbled himself.

The two exchanged two sentences back and forth, and finally Jing Zhichun mentioned the topic: "The real person called Zhichun, I don't know what to order? As long as Zhichun can do his best, he will go to the soup and fight the fire." ”

Yang Chen laughed lightly: "Don't be so nervous. It's not a big deal, that is, I have a manuscript that I want to submit to Lingwu Journal, and I hope it can be sent out as soon as possible. ”

Jing Zhichun was still a little worried, whether Yang Chen would let himself be the vanguard of overthrowing the sect system, with Yang Chen's great kindness, he didn't refuse, he didn't refuse, and his heart was entangled.

Unexpectedly, Yang Chen answered him like this, and he was immediately overjoyed, and he was still secretly ashamed: You really have the heart of a villain, the belly of a gentleman, how can a character like Yang Zhenren do such a despicable thing? I'm really sorry for Yang Zhenren's kindness to you!

On the other hand, Jing Zhichun agreed without a word: "Yang Zhenren can come to take refuge, that is the honor of our Lingwu Journal! No problem, the manuscript of the real person is given priority." I'll let me take a look at it below, take down a manuscript first, and leave it for publication in the next issue, and let the real person's manuscript be published first. ”

Yang Chen said: "Jing Daoyou, this is not a manuscript, there are several papers, there are a lot of contents, it is really not good, just leave it for the next issue." ”

"How can that be done? How many manuscripts do you have? It's really not good, and if you withdraw a few more manuscripts, you have to give priority to real people......"

"However, I have a lot of manuscripts, I'm afraid it's not a matter of a few manuscripts. According to my estimates, according to the previous plan of the Lingwu Periodicals Affairs Department, a journal has a total of 200 pages, and I must at least need more than 100 pages! Is it too late to revise the layout now? When will this issue be published?"

"I'll go to the printing house today, and I'm going to send it out in the evening. Jing Zhichun frowned, and was also a little embarrassed: "There are so many real manuscripts, it's really too late to revise the typesetting......"

Saying that, his eyes lit up: "Yes, real person, it's better like this, I will make the manuscript of the real person into a special supplement, and there is no need to modify the typesetting, wait for me to send the email to the real person, and the real person will send the manuscript over, and the typesetting will be direct, which is faster, and it should be able to be printed together with the regular magazine." ”

"Wait......" Yang Chen heard something wrong: "It's so fast, there's not enough time for review." ”

"A real person's manuscript, what else is being reviewed?"

Xiao Mo'er next to her was also curious. She knows that although the editor-in-chief is personable and gentle, it is daily life. When I encounter business, I can't rub sand in my eyes.

You must know that this Lingwu journal itself was founded and developed in the midst of controversy, although it was disgusted and criticized by many people, but there was also no shortage of monks who wanted to make a big splash in the Lingwu journal and make a name for themselves. There has always been no shortage of manuscripts. Among them, there are many second-generation repairers who want to take the opportunity to gild themselves. From the moment the journal was accepted by the Chinese Metaphysics Promotion Association, there were many people who came to intercede, wanting the editorial department to accept the bullshit manuscripts in their hands.

However, since Jing Zhichun parachuted in and became the editor-in-chief, the control of the manuscript has suddenly become extremely strict. No matter who you are, no matter what your background is, no matter whose face you have, if the manuscript is not good, it will not be given to you. There was even another time when he refuted his master's face of Ming Zhenren, which can be described as iron-faced and selfless.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this real person who didn't know where it came from, Jing Zhichun agreed so unprincipledly, and didn't review the manuscript at all, which simply surprised her.