"Two little brothers, I will never cultivate immortals again, and I won't cultivate immortals anymore, really, I really don't know that cultivating immortals is illegal, please two of you, let me go!"

State Administration for Religious Affairs, Sixth Business Division, Seventh Office.

There are no windows, under fluorescent lights, and on the edge of a polished metal table, a middle-aged man in his forties is crying out like a pig for mercy.

This man should be the cook of the cheapest restaurant on the street, with a fat head and big ears and a shiny face, a thick black oil stain on the chef's uniform, an irregular layer of brown and black blood stains that have dried up, and a fat face like a blood gourd, looking extremely embarrassed.

The cook, whose hands were clasped by a strange metal shackle, knelt on the ground with his ass half-pouted in an extremely difficult position, like a prisoner about to be beheaded in the execution ground in the past, his expression was painful, his eyes were scarlet, and his fat face, which had been oily, was now like a roasted pig's fat, and it was constantly sparkling.

The shackles that buckle the cook's hands are not just handcuffs, there is a chain on the handcuffs, the upper end of the chain is a round lock that pierces the chef's fat cervical vertebrae, the nose ring generally locks the cook's cervical vertebrae, and from time to time there is an electric arc flashing from the center of the lock and drilling into the cook's cervical vertebrae, and it is precisely because of this shackle that the cook's posture is so strange, like a big ass fat chicken with his head stuck in the soil.

Ordinary people would have died if they had been locked in the flesh by such locks, let alone the screams and screams of this cook.

On the other side of the metal table, two bored-looking men, oblivious to the cook's painful wails, seemed to have long been accustomed to the scene.

The person sitting is called Zheng Xian, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pair of slightly slender eyes, and a kind of numbness that should not appear at this age, holding a cup of steaming flower tea at the moment, drinking slowly and methodically in small sips, as if to taste the rose-colored tea like wine. In Zheng Xian's old-fashioned words, he has tasted all the bitterness in six years, and he really doesn't want to suffer anymore, and it is better to drink tea with sweetness.

Another person who was pouring water into the teacup with a thermos was called Tong Yi, who looked like he was in his early twenties, his body was as strong as a cow, his dark arms were like muscular iron bumps, and a huge bull's head was tattooed on his wrist, full of momentum.

In the loud sound, the boiling hot water is steaming in the teacup, which is different from Zheng Xianzhuan's love for flower tea and throwing a piece of rock sugar, Tong Yi likes the bitter taste of bitter and sweet, watching a large handful of black and green leaves being washed by boiling water, swaying back and forth in the tea cup, quickly stretching his body, and then turning into emerald green shoots It is indeed a pleasing thing to the eye.

However, Tong Yi is an authentic cow chewing peony, he just thinks that this kind of bitter taste is refreshing enough for gentlemen, and often hooks the tea leaves into his mouth after drinking tea and chews it, and it is estimated that he will never be able to taste it, and Zheng Xian's slightly girly cup of flower tea will always be the object of Tong Yi's ridicule.

Tong Yi's temper has always been bad, probably annoyed by the cook's constant wailing and begging for mercy, he covered the heavy glass that had just been filled with hot water with a lid, shook it upside down, and then smashed it towards the cook who was half-squatting on the ground begging for mercy and constantly making harsh noises.

With a crisp snap, the glass smashed on the cook's head, like a flower blooming, and the hot hot water poured down, making the fat-headed and big-eared cook's face full of steam, and instantly became a big steamer.

The cook screamed, the fat body was half kneeling and was unstable, and was directly smashed out of the teacup more than a meter away, and fell heavily on the ground, and when he got up, a big hole appeared on his head, under the bloody flesh skin, a pink-white skull was exposed, and the hot tea in the glass scalded out of the white blood bubbles on the chef's head and face, especially the wound that was smashed out, the flesh dripping with blood on it made a crispy sound, and the hot tea turned white, and the office that was not too big was immediately filled with a special smell of meat。

The aroma echoed in the confined space with the howl of the cook.

But as the cook's wail gradually became smaller, the bloody wound on his head was slowly healing, and there seemed to be something squirming back and forth in the wound on the huge wound。

Tong Yi stepped on the cook's fat face with his foot, fiddled with it and grinned: "Tsk, this cook's vitality is really weird, and the speed of repairing himself is much stronger than that of ordinary immortal cultivators!" Tong Yi said casually, and after stomping on three teeth again, he ignored the cook and opened the cabinet door to rummage for a new cup.

Zheng Xian, who was holding a cup of flower tea and tasting it slowly, was much gentler than Tong Yi, or he was more indifferent, and when the cook screamed, the eyeballs in his slightly slender eyes didn't move, and he seemed to have been accustomed to this kind of thing for a long time!

Zheng Xian actually has a relatively honest face, and at first glance it is not much different from an ordinary teenager, but if you stare at his slightly slender eyes, you can see that under the seemingly gentle appearance is a gloomy and numb heart, and the gloomy aura inside is like splashing ink, as if he has lived in a dark and dark corner for a lifetime, and the whole person has been soaked in darkness and transparent.

Zheng Xian blew away the water vapor in the swaying cup in front of him, took a sip of sweetened flower tea and said: "This is not a police station, there are no human rights here, and you are not a person in the legal sense, so I advise you to wait honestly for your true qi map to come out now, if you continue to bark endlessly, I have a thousand ways to make your howl sound as beautiful as a piano music!"

When the cook heard this, he immediately closed his mouth, which was no longer bleeding, and did not dare to make a sound, staring at Zheng Xian and Tong Yi with a pair of innocent and pitiful eyes. The cheeks were bulging, and it was obvious that the teeth that had been stepped on by Tong Yi just now were growing back.

The office fell silent again, leaving only the sound of Zheng Xian holding a teacup and taking a sip of water, and the sound of Tong Yi rummaging through the cup, such a sound echoed in this windowless, completely sealed office, which made people feel depressed and dull, the air was a little sticky, and the cook felt even more breathless, and sweat came out like oil again.

Not long after, there was a clattering sound outside the metal door of the office, which was the unique rhythm of high heels hitting the ground, and then the metal door with a thickness of 30 centimeters slowly opened, and from behind the door walked a woman dressed in white, with a pure appearance revealing a wild and enchanting woman.

This woman is in her early twenties, dressed in a typical OL outfit, although the clothes are slightly conservative, but it still can't hide the 36D proud figure and the sassy flattery that ripples out from the bones, the small waist is the golden area that connects the upper and lower, and the narrow arc reveals a healthy and tenacious atmosphere, any man can't help but think about a question when he sees such an arc, if this small waist and the disproportionate fat buttocks are swaying on the body, what kind of ecstasy must be?

Even if such a woman stood motionless, there was a kind of magic that seduced the man who saw her to rush up and ravage her, making people want to tear her taut white clothes into countless pieces. In particular, the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose made her still reveal an intellectual beauty, and it made people feel more and more impulsive to sprint and smear their children and grandchildren on it.

Zheng Xian has always disliked white clothes, as for the reason, Zheng Xian has forgotten it, in short, he doesn't like it, he hates it very much! Six years of suffering have made Zheng Xian forget too many things.

As soon as the woman entered the office, she twitched her small nose slightly, obviously smelling the faint smell of strange meat, glanced at the cook whose face was still steaming with tea leaves, and couldn't help showing a look of disgust on her face, and then gently swung her waist and came to Zheng Xian.

Tong Yi was pouring water, and from his angle, he just saw that under the woman's narrow waist, the round and plump buttocks were tightly wrapped by the white one-step skirt, and the furrow in the middle was faintly visible, which made Tong Yi ripple out of a cheap face, and accidentally, the hot water in the cup overflowed and burned to the surface of his feet.

The woman threw a document on Zheng Xian's desk, and then turned around and exited the seventh office, with a tense face the whole time, and her eyes behind the thin lenses showed undisguised contempt and arrogance, as if she disdained to talk to Zheng Xian and Tong Yi.

Tong Yi showed a great look on his face, but the lewd expression on his face couldn't be put away no matter what, staring at the woman's buttocks disappearing, he subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth!

Zheng Xian didn't see all those contempts, he was more concerned about the document.

Zheng first glanced at the cook, put down the rose flower tea that he had drunk more than half of in his hand, opened the document casually, and said, "Let's see if there is a record of cannibalism in your True Qi Atlas!"

The True Qi Atlas is to extract a certain amount of vitality from the immortal cultivator as a sample, analyze it, and be able to trace the source of these vitality powers, animals, plants and people all have vitality power, but they are different from each other, from the simplest aspect, the highest quality of human vitality is red, followed by yellow for animals, green again for plants, and so on......

Therefore, looking at the color of an immortal cultivator's true qi atlas, you can basically determine what he has drawn vitality from.

The buttocks were gone, Tong Yi remembered what was going on, and hurriedly hugged the newly brewed Kuding behind Zheng Xian, staring at the documents, the whole thing was a gambler waiting to uncover the dice cup, his face was full of anticipation and greed.

Zheng Xian also seemed to be a little nervous, the part in front of the document Zheng Xian was not interested at all, he directly turned the seventh page of the document, glanced at it, and immediately showed a disappointed look, knocked on the document and shook his head and said: "The vitality value is 738, a C-level immortal cultivator, the true qi map shows that he has been cultivating immortals for more than fifteen years, and he has been absorbing the vitality of plants, and the true qi has not been contaminated with human vitality, even the animals are very few!"

Hearing this, Tong Yi showed a look of even more disappointment than Zheng Xian, just like a gambler who saw the leopard that the dealer eats after opening the dice cup, "You a chef who plays with knives has never even killed anyone?" Tong Yi's irritable temperament couldn't hold the nine cows, and he slammed his foot on the chin of the half-squatting cook, and kicked the cook who was more than 200 catties into a carp and turned over, as if the cook should be able to kill.

"C-level immortal cultivator, or the most useless C-level immortal cultivator who has never killed anyone, an unprecedented thing, I have never heard of such a C-level immortal cultivator, it's worthless, all I have caught in the past year are some small shrimps, if it goes on like this, our seventh office will be eliminated by other offices sooner or later! The most important thing is that if there is no business, there will be no funds, no funds, no income, and no wife! Director, you are not in a hurry, I am twenty-three, and seven or eight mothers-in-law are waiting in line to get married!" Tong Yi complained full of grievances.

Zheng Xian is not very old, but he is the director of the seventh office, he can achieve the position of director at a young age is completely because he is the oldest, the reason why he is the oldest, is because since the year before last, that is, Zheng Xian joined the seventh office, the seventh office is like bad luck, the strength of their office is not bad, and they can even rank in the top three in the eight offices of the six divisions of the business, but their luck is too bad, and they are busy catching only some small shrimps. In the past two years, not a single immortal cultivator who has eaten people has been caught.

At the same time, in the past two years, there have been four accidents in the seventh office, there were a total of six people in the office, and four have died, and the other is estimated to think that he will have to die in the seventh office if he continues, so he jumped to another office, leaving only one Zheng Xian. The fewer people there are, the worse the grades, and it's a vicious circle.

As for Tong Yi, he was filled in after only one Zheng Xian was left in the Seventh Office, so that only Zheng Xian was the oldest in the entire office, and he was naturally the director.

Of course, being able to sit in this position is not only because of the old qualifications, in fact, Zheng Xian did a big 'business' as soon as he entered the Seventh Office two years ago, and he single-handedly caught a B-level immortal cultivator, Zheng Xian was a rising star in the six divisions of the business, and he didn't dare to say that the light was dazzling, but he also had a bright future in the six divisions of the business.

The woman in white who sent the True Qi Atlas just now was named Xia Qing, and she didn't treat Zheng Xianke so coldly at first, let alone the arrogance and contempt that comes from her bones now, it was completely a kind of appearance that was pasted on Zheng Xian's body, and she couldn't wait to strip herself naked and give it to Zheng Xian, even if Zheng Xian was still very young at that timeTeeth, at that time, Zheng Xian was colder than ice to Xia Qing, who liked to wear white clothes, Xia Qing's grudge against Zheng Xian may be the root of sitting down at that time, now Zheng Xian has not had a special performance for two years, but a person in an office is almost dead, from a shining star to a broom star with a long tail, Xia Qing is naturally happy in his heart, he doesn't even flick Zheng Xian at the end of his eyes, and he can't wait to step on Zheng Xian's face with high heels, all kinds of gestures are revenge.

"You have seven or eight girlfriends at the same time, and you also have a leg with your mother-in-law, of course it costs money!" Zheng Xian himself also felt a little helpless, and his young and old face couldn't help but show a trace of sadness.

Recently, they have been seizing the time to do their 'business' and strive to give an explanation in the year-end assessment, but even if they break their legs, what they have caught is still just a trivial little person like this cook! When people are unlucky, they really drink cold water and stuff their teeth! They have strength but have nowhere to display it, and this kind of grievance is really not enough for outsiders.

Ignoring Tong Yi's muttering, Zheng Xian glanced at the cook and said: "You have been drawing on the power of vitality since the beginning of your cultivation, destroying a large number of forests and grasslands in the country, according to my country's religious management methods, if you want to abolish cultivation and cut off the bridge between heaven and earth, do you want to do it yourself or do it me?" Zheng Xian's words are equivalent to the final verdict on the cook, such as a C-level immortal cultivator like the cook who has never eaten people, the office director can directly control life and death.

The bridge between heaven and earth is the most fundamental place for the monks to communicate and absorb the vitality of all things in heaven and earth, and the vitality is the source of all the strength of the monks, just like the battery of a mobile phone. Cultivators who have become powerful have no vitality, and they may not be able to beat the thugs on the street.

Therefore, the first step in cultivating immortals is to build a bridge between heaven and earth, and if you don't refine a bridge between heaven and earth, you can't be called a monk at all, and there are still 108,000 miles away from cultivating immortals.

In the past, the bridge was blown to the core, but now that science and technology are prospering, after studying the dissection, it is determined that this bridge is on the monk's back, which is a narrow and flat pipe, starting from the tailbone and going up to the spine, tightly attached to the spine, through the cervical vertebrae, directly connected to the top of the monk's head, and continuously transporting the vitality absorbed by the monk into the sea of qi in the head.

The most important function of the metal shackles that lock the cook's cervical vertebrae is to temporarily cut off the heaven and earth bridge leading to the sea of qi in the cervical vertebrae.

If the Heaven and Earth Bridge is cut off, then the cultivation of the immortal cultivators will be completely abolished, and they will no longer be able to absorb the vitality of the heavens and the earth to strengthen themselves, and the Heaven and Earth Bridge can only cultivate one by one, and if it is broken, it will no longer be able to continue, and the path of cultivating immortals will be cut off from then on, and it will no longer be able to cultivate.

To cut off the bridge of heaven and earth, you must start from the neck, cramps generally draw out the bridge of heaven and earth, cut it directly, this process as long as a little rough, it is enough to make the monk die, or paralyzed for life, even if it is operated by a cautious and skilled person, the possibility of the monk becoming crippled is enough to reach seventy, and the bridge of heaven and earth is cut off by the monk from the body with his own magical powers, only thirty percent of them may become disabled, and the sequelae are relatively few.

Therefore, giving the other party the opportunity to cut off the bridge between heaven and earth is a manifestation of kindness. It is only this kind of treatment that herbivores and immortal cultivators who have never eaten people or even animals rarely eat. This is also the only immortal cultivator who allowed himself to cut off the Heaven and Earth Bridge after Zheng Xian arrived in the seventh office, which shows how rare this kind of vegetarian immortal cultivator is.

As soon as the cook heard that the bridge between heaven and earth was going to be cut off, he trembled all over, once the bridge between heaven and earth was broken, his fifteen years of penance would be completely empty, and he could no longer see the strange colors, no longer hear the countless whispers between heaven and earth when no one was in the middle of the night, could no longer hear the trickle of his own blood, could no longer smell the layers of graceful and infinite fragrant smells, and could not even become a cripple who could not even support himself, and the ecstasy when he first cultivated the bridge between heaven and earth now became a mouth full of bitterness.

From thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift, I have seen those things that ordinary people can't see, and I have those things that ordinary people can't have, and suddenly I have to hand them all over, and it's hard for anyone to bear it.

The cook hurriedly begged in fear: "No, no, you just said, I have not absorbed the vitality of people, I am innocent! I am used to being a good person in my life, some time ago Chen Dahui's family suffered a disaster, I also borrowed him a thousand yuan, everyone who knows me knows that I am a good man, never quarrel with others, I swear that I will never think of being a god in the future, I also have a five-year-old daughter at home......

Zheng Xian sighed, but he didn't have the slightest regret, interrupted the cook's words, and said: "No way, since you are an immortal cultivator, cutting off the Heaven and Earth Bridge is the lightest punishment, if there is a human vitality in your vitality, then now you are already a corpse waiting to be burned into the furnace!"

The cook looked at Zheng Xian's eyes and knew that he had no choice at all, and a trace of resentment could not help but burst out in his desperate eyes.

At this moment, the Bluetooth headsets on Zheng Xian and Tong Yi's ears rang together, Tong Yi and Zheng Xian touched the earphones, and there was a sound inside, and the two of them immediately perked up when they heard it, with a look of joy on their faces.

Zheng Xian and Tong Yi stood up almost at the same time, Tong Yi didn't care about the bitter ding that he hadn't drunk, and shouted excitedly: "New business, and it's still big business!"

The two of them turned their heads and walked towards the office door, completely ignoring the cook who was squatting on the ground with a twisted and desperate face, the door of this office was made of thirty centimeters thick steel plates, which was both an office and a prison in itself, as long as the door was closed, a C-level immortal cultivator who had been sealed off the Heaven and Earth Bridge would not be able to escape at all!

At this moment, the cook's fat and honest face showed a trace of extreme cruelty, and a trace of murderous and desperate coldness burst out of his eyes.

Zheng Xianmeng, who was walking in front, heard the sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing behind him, which was not loud, but it was moving.

Zheng Xian hurriedly turned around, and saw that the cook had jumped up from the ground, his hands still locked behind his back, but his arm had been completely torn and broken from his elbow, which allowed him to straighten up and even jump.

The blood-red and hideous cook was like a trapped beast in despair, and opened his big mouth to pounce on Tong Yi, who had smashed his head and bleed. This cook undoubtedly hated Tong Yi very much.

Tong Yizheng was excitedly holding the Bluetooth headset on his ear, listening carefully to the information conveyed inside, but he was completely unprepared.

Zheng Xian's pupils shrank suddenly, and a whip leg kicked at Tong Yi, every one who can enter the six divisions of the business is not a small role, Zheng Xian's kick kicked out, although Tong Yi didn't hear the sound behind him because he was focusing on the information conveyed in the headphones, but his eyes were fine, seeing Zheng Xian's whip leg thrown over, he hurriedly set up his arm to defend, and with a loud bang, Tong Yi was directly kicked out of the body by Zheng Xian's whip leg.

And the extremely angry cook did not pounce on Tong Yi, and with the inertia of momentum, he twisted his fat body and pounced on Zheng Xian's body, opened his mouth and bit Zheng Xian's neck fiercely, Zheng Xian felt as if an electric current was spurting out of the mouth of the fat-headed and big-eared cook, and drilled into his body and into his vertebrae along his neck, making him numb all over......