The rain seemed to be much smaller.

Before, the person who had been hiding not far from Yiruchang's store attracted some of his raincoats. In this kind of weather, using magic to shelter from the rain would be very energy-consuming, and it would be uncomfortable if you don't need it. It's so hard.

At this moment, he seemed to hear a reaction inside. He was so calm just now, why did he suddenly start a quarrel? What's going on?

As a full-time subordinate, he knew that he could not act rashly, so he could only turn on the phone immediately.

"Hey, Mr. An? I'm Liuzi, the antique I monitored...uh..." He groaned, and fell from the tree without standing firmly.

The person behind him just took his hands back and rubbed the back of his hands.

“The head is pretty hard.

He also said to me "Uh"!" The person who came seemed very dissatisfied.

The person who was calling was kicked off the tree by the visitor. The phone number that originally belonged to him was also pinched by the man and cut it off with a "click".

"Hey, mine... ten..." After saying that, he fainted.

"What I can't stand is your ten. Nowadays, all the dogs can make money?"

The man shook his head and turned around and left.

In the office, Tao Renyan also showed a strange smile.

He took the umbrella and he went out.

Not long ago, just when Helan's hair was soaring for the first time, at Mo Yichuan's house not far away, he felt shocked and asked, "Do you feel it?"

The two foreigners looked at each other and communicated with each other in their own language, and agreed: "Oh my God, what a powerful mana."

That's the case.

Mo Yichuan smiled and said, "Let's go, how can we lose this kind of excitement?"

After saying that, Mo Yichuan looked back in the direction of the window and made a gesture of picking things in the void.

One of the older foreigners coughed: "What are you doing?"

"I'm picking the blinds and looking at the scenery outside. Don't you think the police should have such handsome moves before they go out?" Mo Yichuan replied very handsomely.

And, a free gift for his classic haircut.

The two of them were silent and slowly turned their heads.

Mo Yichuan thought about it and suddenly realized: He shouted at me, it seems that the police nowadays don’t do such behavior anymore, and the old-fashioned ones expose their age.

He shook his head quickly and Mo Yichuan said, "Let's go, I can't see anything if I'm late."

The point that should be complained about is this? The young one looks at the old man.

Hello, Dean, there are so many monks and so many drunkards in China, is there really no problem with using this person as a partner?

The old man just smiled and reassured him.

There was no need to clean up, and the three of them hurried out.

In the venue.

The regular meeting began, just like before, after the new and ten old people randomly selected a few words they wanted to say, they stopped talking. Originally, for them, such formal meetings, nothing is meaningful to them.

Shang Huaijin understood that he was planning to organize everyone to quickly talk about the man in black and then the meeting ended. At this moment, the person who was originally casual in the meeting suddenly had some expressions.

One of the elderly began to frown, and the other picked up the phone and looked like Shang Huaijin was wondering, and even a man in a suit came directly beside some old man.

Regardless of whether he was in the meeting or not, the man said recklessly: "Old Mr. Yuan, can you report now?"

This sound?

Shang Huaijin looked up in confusion and said in surprise: "Old Liu."

The man also looked up and saw him and glanced at him.

Shang Huaijin smiled bitterly and shook his head. No wonder he was surprised. Every time Lao Liu went into seclusion, he was sloppy after he was retreating, but after a while, his "son" would constantly urge him to get a haircut, and he would become his very energetic and handsome appearance now. Many people would not even recognize Liu Sanbai's appearance, and thus forget that he was also a serious handsome uncle.

Yes, it was Liu Sanbai who came to report, and the one around him was Mr. Yuan, who now manages the southwest region.

Speaking of Mr. Yuan, many people in the academy know that he is the disciple of Mr. Li Yuantong, one of the tenth elders of Yuan Dynasty. Most people admire his status as a new tenth elder from the bottom of their hearts.

"What's going on?" Shang Huaijin signaled Liu Sanbai with his eyes.

But Liu Sanbai didn't care about it, and just asked the old man Yuan who was sitting with his eyes.

Old Yuan nodded.

Then he briefly introduced what happened to Old Yuan.

Mr. Yuan Zhishan, not to mention how orthodox his identity is, he is reasonable and looks very kind. His beard is completely white, but wearing round glasses, he still looks like a naughty temperament.

Those who heard the report because of various means. Some of them seemed to care and only urged the process to continue. Some of them had some excitement in their expressions.

A woman who represented the college's liaison office was always panicked and saw this, she immediately pushed her glasses and said, "Well... ahem, please listen to me. I believe everyone has received the news. Somewhere in Wuhou District, Rongcheng, there was a magic fluctuation similar to the weapon spirit that was monitored, but it just flashed by.

If you want to continue tracking specific locations, you may have to send specific personnel to search."

The more she spoke, the less her voice became, and several of the ten old people had already shown impatient expressions.

In the end, she was a little depressed and looked down at the information in her hand and gritted her teeth secretly.

Shang Huaijin had seen this child several times and was scolded by these seniors at home. He shook his head: "Old Yuan, what do you think?"

In fact, Shang Huaijin and Mr. Yuan are about the same age as Mr. Yuan. He didn't need such respect at first, but he didn't expect Mr. Yuan to be so calm and still say nothing, just wait with a smile.

What is he waiting for?

Shang Huaijin shook his head.

Although the "New Ten Olds" are completely different from the "Ten Olds" who founded the academy in the past, the main theme is still upholding the wishes of the past: one is to create a better cultivation environment for monks, and the other is to protect the land of China.

However, the times are developing.

In the process of collide with modern technology, it is certainly inappropriate to rely on the elderly to uphold morality, not to mention that everyone has the intention of hiding themselves and practicing with peace of mind.

If these contradictions are not resolved, the college is just a scary shell of reputation.

"Lao Liu, what do you think that is?" At this time, another old man on the screen stroked his beard and asked him in a very natural tone.

He still didn't know that Yuan Zhishan, a stubborn old man, was reluctant to speak until the critical moment. To be honest, although he was steady and very similar to the third master, his master, it was somewhat inappropriate to really have to lead such a big career and communicate with him.

One of the youngest ones finally took off his glasses and rubbed his nose. From the beginning, he was still dealing with matters during the meeting, and he was finally able to take a break.

Rearing on the back of the chair, he smiled and said to one of the older ladies: "Mr. Miao, the college has recorded hundreds of spirits. I believe that Mr. Miao, who has always managed books and physical materials, has not received any news of any loss of information."

His tone was firm.

The middle-aged woman, known as Mr. Miao, nodded and showed a warm smile: "So, Xiao Xu, do you think the ones who appeared this time were lying among the people and have not been found yet?"

"It may even be the spirit of the weapon that has not been recorded in the academy materials." The man became more and more confident.

One of the slightly obese men finally waited for the topic he wanted to interrupt, and said with a familiar smile: "Haha, Lao Shang, I remember that you handed over the work in Rongcheng before. You have opened several open offices, are there still complete staff?

Do you need our help?"

This is not the tone of asking others whether they need help. Tsk tsk, he wishes everyone knew that he was gloating and that things happened in other people's areas?!

This fat man who had always been dissatisfied with his handling of affairs in the East China region knocked on the table. He had long felt that it was a place like the Southwest region that had not yet been fully developed and had more resources for cultivation. Therefore, the people under his command also invaded the affairs in the Southwest region and got what he wanted.

Now even if a hole is opened, he is unwilling to miss the opportunity.

I heard from the man’s implication: I haven’t done my job well, and I still need someone to send you to help you?

Liu Sanbai sneered.

Then he used it very much, just enough to the voice that the man heard, and said, "How can he support such a fat body with such a small mind?"

After saying that, he shook his head.

Old Yuan shook his head helplessly, "Old Liu, after so many years, is still the same as before, always showing off his verbal skills, no matter who he is merciless."

But it sounds really cool.

The fat man naturally heard it and immediately slapped the table. Although he still smiled like the mask on his face, he gritted his teeth in secret and said, "Liu Sanbai, you'd better not be shameless. You haven't settled the score with you when you did the wrong thing back then."
Chapter completed!