"Brother Song, ahem, it's like this......" Poor Ming attached his ear to the shopkeeper Song and told him the situation.

After listening to this, Shopkeeper Song looked completely understood, "Don't worry, brother, since it is the family of the high-level in the club, I will naturally arrange it properly." ”

After speaking, Shopkeeper Song and Poor Ming walked out of the inn together, and saw several people helping Wencheng to get out of the carriage. hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "The little old man's surname is Song, and he is the shopkeeper of this inn, and he has seen ...... Ladies and gentlemen, This guest officer's injury is not serious, do you want to call a doctor?" "Shopkeeper Song was originally going to call Wencheng the position in the association, but was stopped by Wencheng with a look, so he had to change his words temporarily, just seeing Wencheng covered in injuries, he turned the topic to the injury at any time.

Although the Tongqian Association is not an underground organization with very strict secrecy, Wencheng is still reluctant to involve his family. Facing the shopkeeper's concern, he said casually: "No, the wound is generally fine, arrange a quiet room for me and rest for a few days." ”

"Where is it not needed?" Seeing Wen Cheng's repeated shirks, Wen Linfeng immediately spoke out against it, turned around and saluted the shopkeeper's fist, "We are new to the city, we are not familiar with the place, and we don't know which doctor is artistic, and there is a Lao shopkeeper to help invite a doctor." ”

Shopkeeper Song hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Wen Linfeng, and said with a somewhat frightened smile: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." "He didn't dare to accept Wen Linfeng's courtesy. He is just an ordinary innkeeper in the money club, and to put it bluntly, he is just a manager of the peripheral industries that make money in the money club, and he is not connected to the core of the money club at all. In terms of his status in the meeting, he is not even as good as Poor Ming, let alone the mainstay of the association like Wencheng. So, where did he dare to casually accept the courtesy of the elders of Wencheng?

Wen Linfeng didn't notice the abnormality of Shopkeeper Song, and thought that Shopkeeper Song was just treating people and things normally, and he didn't take it to heart.

The group settled down in the inn like this, and during this time, Wencheng also asked the doctor found by the shopkeeper Song to look at the injury. Of course, no one saw the injury to his abdomen. Seeing that his face was beginning to be rosy, and his pulse was also extremely strong, the doctor told Wen Linfeng that there was nothing serious, and he only needed to recuperate. This made Wen Linfeng really put his mind at ease.

In this way, Wencheng temporarily lived with his family at the Sitong Inn. A few days later, the skin injuries on his body had completely recovered, and even the hole in his abdomen had completely regrown the lost flesh and blood under the healing effect of Changchun Gong's internal qi, leaving not even a single scar.

Reaching out and caressing his flat and smooth abdomen, Wen Cheng was not thinking about the injury, but feeling that the effect of this Changchun Gong would probably cause women to be crazy if it was in the previous life.

Completely and completely removing scars, this is what many women dream of?

In the past few days, although Wencheng has not left the door of the inn at the request of his father. However, he still instructed Poor Ming to inquire if there were any houses for sale in the city.

When he first came to Helian City, Wencheng thought that he had gotten rid of the entanglement of those things, and thought that this place was much safer than Iron Mountain City, but after encountering those ghost things twice in a row, Wencheng deeply felt that the outside of the city was still not safe enough. Even in terms of the degree of danger, it is even worse than Iron Mountain City. The family still lives in the city, Wen Cheng made a decision in his heart, this Helian City is an important city of the imperial court in the north, and it is also the headquarters of the Tongqian Society, it is safer than outside the city, and he can also take care of the family at any time.

Poor Ming is a deacon of the Tongqian Society, and he has lived here for many years, so his familiarity with the city is much higher than that of Wencheng. Let him go to the house, it is the most suitable. It's a pity that Poor Ming ran around the city for several days, but still didn't find a suitable one. Either it's too small to live in the city, or it's too remote and the environment isn't very good.

Fortunately, Wencheng is not in a hurry, anyway, he will live in the inn now and find it slowly.

On this day, Wen Cheng was cultivating in his room, trying to restore the internal qi of Changchun Gong. In the past, he also felt that the transformation of Changchun Gong's internal qi into the Qianji Coronadian Heliocentric Method was a better use. But this time, in order to repair the wound in the abdomen, the internal qi of Changchun Gong was completely consumed, and it was not completely repaired in this way, and it was only after continuing to cultivate a part of the internal qi of Changchun Gong that the wound was completely healed.

Now I feel that it would be nice if the internal qi of the Dry Extreme Coronadian Heliocentric Method could be transformed into the internal qi of the Elder Chungong. However, this is impossible, and the reason why Changchun Gong's internal qi can be transformed into the internal qi of the Qianji Coronadian Heliocentric Method is mainly because the Changchun Gong's internal qi is peaceful and has no special attributes. However, the heliocentric method of the dry pole corona is masculine and rigid, and the exclusive will is very strong, and it is impossible to transform it at all. Therefore, Changchun Gong's internal qi can only be cultivated bit by bit.

A long breath of turbid air was exhaled, and there was a knock on the door.

"Come in. ”

Wencheng opened his eyes and saw Qian Ming pushing open the door and walking in.

said softly: "Brother Cheng, the meeting has informed you to go tomorrow, saying that it is to discuss your official appointment as the principal." After speaking, seeing Wencheng nodding and having no other instructions, he turned around and took the door and retreated.

It's also good news, Wen Cheng smiled. When you become the official director, you can go to the Xunwu Hall to find the health exercises, anyway, with the privilege of the director, the general health exercises do not cost merit.

The health preservation exercises have never been taken seriously in the Tongqian Club, after all, the cultivation time is long and there is no effect at all in a short period of time. Moreover, everyone is shrouded in the crisis of resentful spirits and ghosts, and I don't know when they will be planted and fighting, who will still take the health preservation exercises in their eyes? Those who have meritorious deeds will exchange for higher levels of strong internal skills, and few people will exchange health maintenance exercises.

But now Wen Cheng feels that the benefits of health preservation exercises are greater for him than ordinary people, after all, he doesn't need to spend a long time practicing, just use skill points to rush through the layer. In a short period of time, you can cultivate it to the highest level and see real results.

The effect of health preservation is also a boost for him, and the peaceful internal qi of Zhongzheng can be transformed into the Dry Pole Corona Heliocentric Method, which can also be used to heal his injuries and improve his physical fitness, and enhance his own activity.

The former is equivalent to an extra part of the internal gas reserve when the internal gas volume reaches its peak. And the latter is also very useful, if there is no healing effect of Changchun Gong's internal qi, with the kind of injury that Wencheng received, he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die. It'll be there for a few days, and it'll be all right?

In the morning, Wencheng came to the headquarters early, and in the conference hall, although Wencheng is still a substitute director, he also has a chair that belongs to him. Following the guidance of the guard, I came to the right hand side of the entrance door and sat down on my chair.

Wencheng was not the earliest, but it was not the latest.

Yuan Jitong has not yet appeared on the main seat of the hall, and even the two deputy masters of Cen Haiwan and Wan Yanting have not appeared. Now the highest status here is the presiding, and the atmosphere is naturally much more relaxed and free, and the familiar presiding officers and deacons are whispering to each other, and the whole hall seems to be a little noisy.

Xiong Jinyu saw Wen Cheng sitting down, turned around and nodded to him, and then turned back again. The two only made eye contact, but did not say hello.

And although Qian Ming and Nalan Qiuyu are both there, they are far away from Wencheng's location, and it is impossible for them to come forward to talk.

For a moment, Wen Cheng felt as if he was being isolated by a stranger, and there was no one to talk to. Fortunately, he didn't care about this, his eyes drooped, and he lowered his head to block out the sounds around him.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

"Dare to ask, is it the director of the text?"

Wen Cheng raised his eyes and followed the voice, a thin middle-aged man in his forties, twisting his beard, sitting next to him and looking at himself. Wen Cheng saw this person's appearance clearly and was sure that he was not familiar with him, but since people took the initiative to talk, he couldn't let others have a cold face.

His arm was supported on the armrest of the chair, he sat up straight, and corrected: "In the city below, I am just acting as the principal, dare to ask Your Excellency?"

"In the Lower Rick Banner, Xi is the main thing, and the family teacher Cen Haiwan. "A person who is dozens of years old, a scorched old face squeezes his eyebrows at Wencheng, which makes people panic.

Fortunately, Wen Cheng understood his words. For Cen Haiwan, Wen Cheng doesn't hate it, after all, when he doesn't know anything about the most needs to know about the money club, he can take the initiative to show favor to him, and no one can hate it.

But for him to always want to win himself over to his side, Wen Cheng was resistant from the beginning, his purpose has always been to learn higher-level martial arts, and he is not interested in forming gangs or anything at all.

Later, after apprenticeing with Yuan Jitong, it was even more impossible for him to be like Cen Haiwan's partner. For a long time, Yuan Jitong has never said anything about the relationship between him and Wencheng in public, and I don't know if he doesn't want the master-apprentice relationship between them to be exposed, or if he forgot it carelessly. And no matter what the case is, Wencheng has never thought of making this master-apprentice relationship public.

The so-called, stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Wencheng also smiled at Lai Keqi's kindness: "It turned out to be Lai's master, fortunately." ”

"Hahaha, fortunately," Lai Keqi also said hello, chatting with Wencheng enthusiastically, "Speaking of which, when Director Wen was acting director last time, I wasn't there, otherwise, we should have been close to each other that time." ”

Although Wencheng is the acting director of the company, although he has the factor of strength, Cen Haiwan also helps him fight-for-tat, and he has to keep this kindness in his heart. It's just that it's really hard for Wencheng to join Cen Haiwan now, don't say that he didn't mean this in the first place, even if he did, now that he is a disciple of Yuan Jitong, he has invited the kind of apprentice tea and ancestor worship, and if he wants to join, he must be nodded and agreed by Yuan Jitong. But will Yuan Jitong nod in agreement? This is impossible.

In the face of Lai Keqi's enthusiasm, Wencheng had a hard time, so he had to say apologetically: "Vice Master Cen's righteous deeds, Wencheng remembers it. ”

After saying a word, there was no reaction.