Hu Si had drunk and laughed at himself before his death, or comforted himself, or to comfort and encourage Chen Zimo, he said: "Your kid is naturally intelligent and has extraordinary perseverance, even if he has no natural qualifications for cultivation, he has already attained perfection in the realm of sacrificial talismans. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info this, and I am ashamed of my grandfather. Don't underestimate this first-level Sacrificial Talisman Realm, how many people with extraordinary talent and qualifications are stuck in the Sacrificial Talisman Realm at the initial stage of cultivating spells, and it is difficult to advance an inch, so they are discouraged and give up, no longer believe in the existence of spells, miss the opportunity, and waste a talent. Because the basic knowledge is complicated, if you just memorize by rote, you can naturally remember, it is nothing more than the length of time, but the flexible conversion and use of many of these talismans, spells, mental methods, and magic arrays, without rich experience in spelling, but you have to understand it first, which is the most difficult. ”

As a result, Chen Zimo decided to start cultivating his body from now on. Although he does not have an atavistic ancestor, the huge defect of his natural aptitude is almost irreversibly changed. But with the help of the scroll's aura to purify the body realm, it can still be done, nothing more than ...... It will take a long time.

As for the Furnace Casting Realm and the higher cultivation realm, Chen Zimo could only helplessly not consider it.

Without atavistic origin, it is impossible to practice further up the pure body realm.

To be able to attain pure body perfection is enough to accomplish many things.

Just when Chen Zimo used the scroll aura, silently reciting the spiritual method to operate the spiritual qi and turning it into the essence, washing away the filth of his body and mind, suddenly there was a faint sound of the cymbals being knocked on the door of the front yard street. He immediately chanted the mantra lightly, and the work was calmed down.

Getting up and opening the door and going out, Chen Zimo closed the door and locked it. The cymbals of the front yard door rang again, and a thick shout came in:

"Chen Zimo, are you sleeping?"

"Nope!"

Chen Zimo could hear that it was a policeman from the task force who had investigated and questioned him several times, so he hurriedly quickened his pace and went to the bedroom hall of the west wing in the front yard first, turned on the light, and then came out and walked out, while answering loudly: "I'm doing my homework, it's so late, what's the matter, Uncle policeman?" ”

The street door opened, and a policeman stood outside and said, "The superior wants to ask you something, so you should cooperate." ”

"Oh." Chen Zimo looked behind the policeman.

In the dim light, a kind old man with gray hair, combed back hair, dark Tang costume, and a pair of glasses, walked up the stairs. Two young men in suits and leather shoes with grim expressions followed behind the old man on either side.

The policeman stepped aside and said respectfully: "Leader, this kid is Chen Zimo." ”

The old man smiled kindly and nodded.

"Please come in ......" Chen Zimo looked confused, but politely stepped sideways.

The old man lifted his leg and stepped over the threshold.

A young man followed in, and another young man fell behind and said to the police: "You brought us here, but after we asked UGO Chen Zimo for a while, we won't go to the village committee." ”

"This ...... All right. The policeman was stunned, understood that the other party meant not to let him in, nodded and turned to leave.

Chen Zimo, who was standing inside the street gate, became more and more puzzled, and the people who came to investigate tonight were different from the police officers of the special task force who had investigated and questioned him several times in the past. The most obvious thing is that they are not wearing police uniforms, and there is an old man who looks to be sixty or seventy years old, and he also took away the police of the task force!

What do they want to investigate?

Isn't the haunted incident "clearly investigated" and concluded?

With these questions, Chen Zimo waited for the young man outside the door to come in, then turned around and walked towards the courtyard, but out of the corner of his eye, he found that the young man behind him had actually closed the street door and inserted the latch!

Chen Zimo couldn't help but shudder.

What do they want to do?

Closing the street door and plugging it in is obviously not wanting to be disturbed. This is even more different from the attitude of the police during the previous police investigations and inquiries of the task force.

Why?

Chen Zimo led the three of them anxiously to the outer hall of the bedroom where the lights had been turned on in the west wing of the front yard, invited them to sit on the sofa, and then went to the kitchen next to him to bring a thermos pot, took the tea bowl, looked respectful and a little panicked, and said while pouring water: "The police uncle of the task force has asked me many times, and this matter really has nothing to do with me." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the expressions of the three as if hesitantly, and found that the two young men still maintained a cold look, while the old man was smiling and extremely kind.

"Chen Zimo." Mu Zhongqiu asked in a gentle tone, "You, do you know magic?" ”

Chen Zimo categorically didn't expect that the first sentence of the old man's mouth would be such a straightforward question. So when he was young, he couldn't help but flash a look of panic in his eyes, and then, he was surprised again.

He sensed the fluctuation of the aura.

To be precise, it is the aura fluctuations that resonate between the spell and the five elements of heaven and earth. Moreover, this kind of aura fluctuation was like the aura generated by a scroll, penetrating into Chen Zimo's body and mind in wisps.

This old man, you're doing magic?!

In the flash of light, Chen Zimo realized that his performance just now could easily arouse the suspicion of the old man, such as now, the old man's gentle gaze clearly revealed the color of "as expected" of understanding.

Chen Zimo shook his head: "I won't." ”

At this moment, he noticed that the old man's eyes were hidden by the lenses of his glasses, and the half-closed left eye was clearly one, a false eye.

"Since you don't know how to spell, then how do you know, what spell I'm talking about?" Mu Zhongqiu didn't seem to care about Chen Zimo's lying, he still maintained a kind look, and asked unhurriedly.

"I'll grandpa." Chen Zimo quickly thought about how to lie.

He knew that what he had feared most in the past few days had really become a reality - the old man in front of him with a kind demeanor and a fake eye was probably a mysterious Qimen Jianghu warlock.

But how did this old man become a leader?

Could it be that he pretended to be a superior leader and deceived the police of the task force? It's unlikely, but it's not necessarily impossible.

Grandpa Gan once said: "Enter the rivers and lakes but not the temple; Live in temples and away from rivers and lakes. Although Chen Zimo didn't understand this sentence at the time, as he grew older, the gradual accumulation of cultural knowledge, and his godfather's explanation, he could roughly understand the meaning: Qimen Jianghu warlocks can't be officials, and those who are officials won't set foot in Qimen Jianghu, and the well water doesn't interfere with river water.

"Who is your godfather?" Mu Zhongqiu looked at Chen Zimo's dodgy eyes and asked with a smile.

Chen Zimo lowered his head and did not answer.

A flash of surprise flashed in Mu Zhongqiu's right eye, which was as bright and deep as a star—just now he casually used a spell to probe Chen Zimo's magic cultivation, but suddenly he had an extremely strange feeling, that is, it was not that he was using a spell to probe Chen Zimo, but that Chen Zimo was absorbing the fluctuations of the spell he cast. But then, Mu Zhongqiu couldn't help but laugh in his heart—it wasn't that Chen Zimo was absorbing spell fluctuations, but because this kid didn't have the slightest qualification to practice spells, so he didn't have the slightest resistance to the invasion of spells, and spell fluctuations would enter his body and mind so easily.

However, after all, Mu Zhongqiu is a senior-level figure in the Qimen Jianghu, and his magic cultivation is extremely high, so he will not easily believe that Chen Zimo has no qualifications to practice magic, and he is born without atavistic origin-if he were anyone, he will find it unbelievable! Hu Xiaoxian, the Wuji Holy Hand who single-handedly punished Yifeng back then, would accept such a waste as an apprentice and rely on each other for several years?

It's ridiculous!

What's more, Mu Zhongqiu's understanding of Hu Xiaoxian and his peerless spells was far better than anyone on the Qimen Jianghu.

Therefore, he didn't believe that Chen Zimo didn't have the original atavistic origin!

"Your godfather, is it Hu Xiaoxian?" Mu Zhongqiu smiled.

"Huh?" Chen Zimo raised his head, looked at the old man in surprise, shook his head and said, "Grandpa, his name is Hu Si." ”