Half a month after the last time I learned from the headlines, the whereabouts of Mr. Fu and others.

Midday.

"Sanzhao Shengong (Qi)"!

Fang Zheng clearly felt that the true qi of the dantian had reached the limit, and the purple qi in the yang fire on his shoulder faintly began to have a feeling of breaking out.

It's like there's something in the purple qi that is about to hatch out and manifest.

Fangzheng was overjoyed.

I can't wait, I want to break through right away.

But fortunately, after a lot of experience in the past six months, Fang Zheng's heart was a lot calmer, and he immediately calmed down.

Because he felt that the light seed in his lower dantian that was constantly compressing the true qi like nuclear fusion still had room to compress.

"Doesn't it always be said in the movie that the more accumulation, the more powerful the explosiveness?"

Fang Zheng fell into a deep groan.

In the end, he decided not to rush to break through first, and decided to push his limits.

Although he also wants to see as soon as possible what is being bred in the yang fire on his shoulder, it is more in line with the long-term plan than the momentary speed, or to lay a solid foundation for future growth and obtain better growth potential in the future.

In the end, Fang Zheng planned to cultivate the "Three Zhao Divine Skills" all the way to the Great Perfection Realm of the Nine Extremes, see the changes at that time, and then determine whether he would continue to practice.

Anyway, he is not far from the extreme number of nine.

And in order to distract himself and resist the inner urge to break through immediately, Fang Zheng began to get up and move, not in a hurry to continue cultivating, first let the brain CPU cool down, cool down.

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In the past half a month, since Captain Fei's care, Fang Zheng has been able to go to the shade once a day, and at the same time, he has been brushing the dungeon every day.

The hunchbacked old man, the woman with the red umbrella, and the weak chicken scholar, add one piece before and after, and he can get twenty-four wisps of ordinary soul qi in one day.

A man lies in his house, and blessings come from heaven.

Every day, you don't have to run around, you automatically have soul energy sent to the door, and Founder is very satisfied with the current salted fish state life.

Twenty-four wisps of ordinary soul qi are fixed every day, no more, and no less than one, this is a rich mine with a stable output!

can also cooperate with the police and the people to solve the case, and can win the three good youth awards, and can get a bonus of 100,000 at a time, and can also cut leeks fixedly, the key is that this leek can grow a new stubble every day, all of a sudden from the past to look for leeks to cut, to today's salted fish relaxed, Founder is really a bit of a dreamlike unreality.

However, even with the daily cutting of leeks, Fangzheng's daily rune profit and loss just remained at a stable level.

The more you cultivate to the later stage, the more advanced the internal strength and heart method, and the greater the demand for qi and blood, and for blood-replenishing medicine.

Even the cheats are strengthened, and now every layer of "Sanzhao Divine Skill" is strengthened, it will consume the number of six ordinary runes, which is a huge gold swallower.

In addition, there are also "Prajna Sanskrit Sutra", "Immovable True Self Mixed World Demon Ape View", "Yin and Yang Mahamudra", etc., all of which are also not small.

As for the pool in the center of the dungeon, Fang Zheng never rushed down.

If you are not fully prepared, you are too impatient and can easily put yourself in danger.

This is not in line with Founder's Gou development personality at all.

At the same time, Fang Zheng was also thinking about whether he could kill more hunchbacked old men, red umbrella women, and weak chicken scholars in the early stage, so as to weaken that ancient obsession and reduce the risk of going into the pool in the future.

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Founder sometimes has to sigh that once people swipe their mobile phones, they can't stop.

This swiping phone is absolutely toxic.

And the time to swipe your phone, like turning the pages of a book, always passes quickly.

After brushing the wall god forum, seeing that the wall climbing forum was clean and clean, there was no useful value information, Fang Zheng was a little suspicious, this was just swept by the Internet police... So, Founder turned to several major forums in China, Tieba, news network, Weibo, Toutiao, under the pretext of swiping his mobile phone for work, it feels like the time of the blink of an eye, and it is already two hours later.

Looking at the time, two hours have passed, Fang Zheng, who had just finished brushing the headlines of local news, was about to put down his mobile phone, and he was about to re-enter the cultivation when his brain CPU had cooled down, but he was attracted by a local news that had just been pushed, and the action in his hand to quit paused slightly.

Recently, college entrance examination students in our city have committed suicide one after another, and this is the third college entrance examination student to commit suicide.

This is local news in the city.

"The college entrance examination is over, and there are still college entrance examination candidates who commit suicide?"

This was the first thought that came to Fangzheng's subconscious.

Fang Zheng didn't think much about it, and clicked on this news directly, who hasn't come from the college entrance examination, which has crossed the single-plank bridge, people have a sense of closeness to the college entrance examination and college entrance examination candidates.

The news is full of pictures and texts, the content is very long, and the theme is probably this: Should we reflect on the domestic education environment that has been urgently needed?

The three college entrance examination candidates who committed suicide were male and female, and they were not neighbors or classmates with each other, and they did not seem to have any relationship with each other.

Fang Zheng thought about it and collected this news first.

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Since Fang Zheng took down the Yin incident, gradually, Fang Zheng also began to follow Mr. Qifu's set.

Before each trip, he would burn some paper money, ingots, and candles for the deceased.

In the past, he only temporarily helped to walk in the yin, so he didn't have to be so solemn, but now that he plans to go in the yin for a long time, it has become different.

And he more or less used these dead, although they all took what they needed, he helped solve the case for the deceased, and the resentment on the corpse made him enter the dungeon of the underworld, but to pay tribute to the dead, not to treat them as tools, but to give them respect, which can be regarded as seeking a conscience to get by.

Paper money, ingots, candles, and all of them are ready-made in the shop.

Fangzheng put a copper basin at the door of the store, and people squatted at the door of the store, while folding paper money and paper ingots, while burning the copper basin... Sometimes Fang Zheng couldn't help but laugh at himself, the first time he met Mr. Fu, it was also Mr. Fu who burned paper money at the door to commemorate the dead.

From the very beginning, he never thought of inheriting Mr. Fu's mantle, he didn't have Mr. Fu's high ideological consciousness, he just wanted to develop, when Mr. Fu was not there, he occasionally helped out as a temporary worker in the shadows, but now his words and deeds are more and more similar to Mr. Fu.

Fang Zheng squatted at the door alone, burning paper money in the copper basin alone, at first, Chuanpu Yang was fresh, and he would help him fold paper money together, ingots, but Chuanpu Yang's character, couldn't stand this boring thing, and within two days, he ran to the nursery next door, teasing Yiyi and Xiao Hei.

After all, among the dead, there is a sense of common topic.

Just as Fang was burning paper money to pay tribute to the deceased, a footstep tiptoed close quietly broke the peace of the old street......