Unless he was stupid, he would never go back, Long Ao thought to himself.

He saw the deputy team leader pick up his phone, as if he was checking the news.

"He went back to Jianghan City, and like you said, he was on the high-speed train. He hit someone when he came down, and then the facial recognition system called the police. The deputy team leader said even more excitedly, as if Fuzheng was already close at hand.

This stupid pig! Long Ao roared in his heart, he couldn't understand what that guy was thinking!

My face was pinned on such a person, he thought, what a kind of sadness.

"Now, everyone in this room, except for the wounded," the deputy team leader spoke, "and the others immediately rushed to Jianghan City. ”

As soon as these words came out, the confidential room exploded.

"Team leader, I also have to monitor Miao Jiang's Gu poison ......"

"It's almost the flood season, and the aquariums of the Yangtze River need to pay attention to ......"

"Qinglong Mountain seems to be a little restless lately......"

"Those who came out of Lop Nur ......"

……

There are a lot of things in the dragon slaying group, and they are very complicated, and most of them have their own responsibilities, and most of these things can't be put down.

And from last night to now, these things have been put aside for a day and a night.

"Quiet," the deputy leader stood up, "everything has to be prioritized, what could be more serious than a Chaos invasion?" The earth was blown up, and everyone was done playing. ”

As soon as this statement came out, the voices of opposition immediately disappeared.

Very good, the deputy team leader thought to himself, this is what he wants.

"Adjournment." He said.

Huo Qilei and Chi Tianzhu stood up.

"Team leader," Chi Tianzhu said, "there are some things that have to be dealt with. ”

"As I said, there's nothing more important than a Chaos Invasion......" The deputy team leader was a little impatient, and Huo Qianglei was still an eyesore as always.

Who isn't an eyesore? The monks of the dragon slaying group are not flattering and casually driven, they come from different sects, they have distinct personalities, and each has their own ideas.

"It's about this matter," Chi Tianzhu said, staring at Long Ao, "It has to be resolved." ”

Long Ao guessed what was coming, and he tapped his fingers on the table, thinking of a countermeasure in his heart.

Jianghan City, Art Exhibition.

A few spirited prawns enjoyed the crowd's onlookers safely.

This is the shrimp painted by Qi Baishi, people say that the eagle of Song Huizong and the horse of Zhao Ziang, if the time is pushed back by eight or nine hundred years, Qi Baishi's shrimp will be added.

"This painting is so precious that it has never been exhibited," Mr. Sikong said, "and I've only seen it in an atlas before." ”

When He Dao heard this, he immediately understood what it meant.

"yes, it's famous," he chimed in with a smile, "but my father happens to know some people who can buy it." If the seniors like this painting, they will send it to the seniors in a few days. ”

He wrote down the name of the painting, and he knew that it would not be long before his father would have to pay for it.

The painting is worth a lot of money, and even a big businessman can't buy it with a snap on his head.

However, for the sake of his only son, He Ying will not be stingy.

"This is too precious," Si Kongjian exclaimed, neither agreeing nor refusing, "Mr. He really has the means." ”

"Tell me about you," he walked over to the other painting, "That Jiang Yan has a background in cultivation?" ”

He Dao's heart jumped, and it was finally here!

It was the credit of those prawns that made the other party cut to the chase.

"According to my father," he swallowed, "after I was disfigured, he was going to go to school to trouble that student, but he ......"

"But what?" Sikong Jian frowned, he turned his head and looked at He Dao carefully for the first time, seeing a large scar on his face.

It's ugly, he thought.

"I don't know how to say it," He Dao frowned, his aphasia before the meeting made him panic, but he really didn't know how to describe it, "In short, this matter has been suppressed." It's like there's a giant eraser that wipes everything clean. ”

This answer silenced Si Kong.

He realized that the matter was far more complicated than he had imagined.

"The one named Jiang Yan," he said after a moment's thought, "an orphan?" Growing up in a run-down orphanage? ”

"Yes." He Dao nodded.

That's the problem, commonplace, and at least proves that the power behind that person doesn't come from some big man in the mortal world.

Most likely, there was a cultivator standing behind him.

And He Dao's encounter in Longhu Mountain is proof of this.

"So," Sikong Jian muttered, "how powerful was he when you saw him on Dragon Tiger Mountain?" ”

He was speculating about Jiang Yan's strength, which was what he wanted to know the most.

He is very good at weighing the pros and cons, and if a practitioner wants to enjoy his long life, he must not provoke those who are stronger than himself.

He Dao's next answer made him frown deeply.

"He flew seven big men." He Dao said.

It's nothing, I thought to myself, when I was fifteen years old, I picked a black and evil organization by myself.

"There was a scarlet light in his eyes, like a youkai."

Scarlet light in your eyes? Sikong Zhou frowned, why is that?

If I do my best, my eyes will light up with a faint light, but it will not be a demonic scarlet.

He thought of some kind of ancient legend about some of the most famous men in the universe throughout history, who were most powerful in the past, and one of them had scarlet eyes.

Impossible, he took the thought that popped into his head and torso.

It can't be a special constitution, he told himself.

However, He Dao's next words made him have to overturn his thoughts.

"I shot him three times, all in the chest," He Dao recalled, his face full of fear, "He fell down first, I thought he was dead, so I walked over, but I didn't expect him to get up again." ”

"What?" Sikong Jian couldn't help but exclaim.

It was so bizarre that he was still alive after being shot three times in the chest, he couldn't believe it.

You know, even he can't survive three shots in the body.

Naturally, he thought of the legends again.

It is said that those people have a strong life force, and they have a lock in their body that can lock their lives, and even if they are seriously injured, they will not die.

Is it really a person with a special physique? Si Kongjian heard a "bang, bang" sound, and it was his own heartbeat that was accelerating.

His surprise at the moment was equivalent to Jiang Yan seeing a dragon in the Yangtze River.

The legendary thing suddenly hit the front of me.

"Before this, he had been acting like a normal person?" Sikong couldn't look at the painting anymore, and this incident made him unsettled, "Even if he was surrounded by people with you, he kept trying to reason, as if he was very scared?" ”

"Yes," said He Dao, "he was very scared and wanted to escape, and when he found that he couldn't escape, he wanted to make peace with me." ”

That wasn't like a powerful cultivator with a special physique, he thought to himself.

Could it be that he has not cultivated all along, and the strength he showed on Dragon Tiger Mountain is the natural result of his physical awakening?

Yes, it must be so, it is impossible for him to practice, otherwise he would never be afraid of the Seven Great Men.

Thinking of this, Si Kongjian's mind suddenly came alive.

He thought of another legend, and suddenly, his face turned red, and an agitated emotion spread through him like an electric current.

"You wait for me," he said to He Dao, "I'll go to the toilet." ”

He hurried to the toilet, like would be pulled in his crotch in the next second.

When he got to the bathroom, he made a phone call.

"Old man," the phone was answered, and he couldn't wait to shout, his voice trembling, "I may have found someone with a special physique." ”

He heard the sound of mahjong tiles falling on the table, and the sound of his master laughing.

"What did you say?" His master took the time to reply, "Special physique? Fart. ”

He didn't believe it at all.

Si Kongjian told He Dao's experience.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then he heard the sound of chairs being pulled apart, and the shouts of several old men and women.

He knew that his master had left the mahjong table.

It would be a miracle to get Master off the mahjong table, he thought.

It took them two minutes to reach a consensus:

The one named Jiang Yan is likely to be a person with a special physique.

Then, his master immediately mentioned the legend.

"See," the old man's voice trembled, "if that's the case, we'll have to do a graft!" ”

Grafting! Sikong Jian shouted in his heart, that was exactly what he longed for.

It is said that if a person with a special constitution has not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, then his special constitution can be completely taken away.

His blood, his bones, and the divine essence in his body had not yet been developed, and they had just been precipitated there, and anyone could take it away.

As long as a special method is performed, that method is called "grafting".

And his master happened to mention this method, he had learned it in an ancient book, and he had always regretted that he could not try it.

Now, a huge opportunity is in front of the master and apprentice.

The bones and blood, gods and essence of a person with a special physique can completely make one of them grow wildly, multiply their strength, and greatly extend their lifespan.

"I'll rush to Jianghan City now," said his master, "and this matter must be foolproof." ”

Sikong saw that when he heard it, his master shouted "stop playing" at the back.

Master was anxious, he thought.

Then, a thought immediately took over his heart.

He was so excited that he only wanted to share this matter with his master and convey it, completely forgetting that his master was also a cultivator.

The bones and blood, the gods and the essence of those with special physiques, his master also has a reason to desire.

So, how does he choose? If he had to choose one or the other, what would he do?

The thought made Si Jian flicker.

Master has been so kind to me that he thought that without him, I would not be where I am today.

He was originally a little beggar on the side of the road, and he was dying, and his master saved him when he was a young man.

Since then, he has followed Master step by step to the present.

Now, even a successful person like He Ying must be polite to him.

What a big gap compared to the little beggar back then? And all this was given by his master.

He does want the bones and the blood, the gods and the essence, but if the master also wants it, then he must give it to the master, otherwise he is not even as good as a pig and a dog.

Who can repay Sanchunhui with a careless word? The bones and blood of people with special constitutions may be fine.

"Old man," said Sikong Jian tremblingly, "now you don't have to worry about dying early." ”

"What are you talking about?" His master was about to hang up the phone, and when he heard this, he immediately asked.

His tone was strange, as if he didn't understand what Si Kongjian was talking about.

After a moment, he understood, and he immediately felt the commonplace heart.

It didn't hurt this kid in vain, he thought.

"Silly boy," he said, "I'm old, and even if I give me new blood, I won't necessarily change anything." ”

He really wanted the bones and blood of people with special physiques, but it wasn't for him.

When Sikong saw this, his heart immediately trembled.

"You are still young," said his master, "there is still a long way to go, and you can carry forward our lineage by digesting the bones and blood of that divinity." ”

When he said this, his tone was also heavy, as if he was giving up something as important.

Master wants to give it to me! Sikong Jian couldn't believe that this was true, didn't the old man keep saying that he didn't have much to live and needed to continue his life?

"Old man......" He didn't know what to say, a huge force was pounding into his mind.

"Don't talk nonsense," said his master, "wait until I get to Jianghan City." ”

The phone was hung up, and the beeping sound kept ringing.

Sikong Jian put down his phone, and he felt his eyes moisten.

Who is careless and repays Sanchunhui? At this time, he finally realized that even the bones and blood of people with special physiques could not repay the love of this fist.

The disciple will not disappoint you, he thought, you must carry forward the master.

The premise is that I can catch that special constitution.

Thinking of this, Sikong couldn't help but clench his fists.

But before that, there's one more thing to be clear.

What kind of background does that person with a special physique have? Who is standing behind him? Who helped him settle He Ying?

So, he returned to the exhibition hall and said to He Dao, "Let's go to that orphanage and have a look." ”

He Dao was taken aback, it was too sudden, he thought that he would have to see an art exhibition for a long time, and his father would have to pay a lot of money.

Why this shift? Why did he leave less than half an hour after he came in?

Although He Dao was respectful of Sikong, he couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Do it early," said Si Kongjian, "and let's see what the background of that guy is." ”

Speaking of this, he stared at He Dao.

"If I can handle it, I'll help you get this out of the way."

Oh my God, he said yes! He's going to make a move on Jiang Yan!

This sentence immediately dispelled He Dao's doubts, although it came a little suddenly, but He Dao couldn't manage it so much, he couldn't wait to kill Jiang Yan now.

"Well," he said, "it's in an urban village, and it's half an hour's drive." ”