Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

There was a little chaos in the inner courtyard of Shi Mansion.

By the time Shi Yue and Zhao Xiuwen hurriedly wiped away the nosebleeds on the ground, it seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact the stew in the three bowls was still hot, and the fire talisman under the cooking pot had only curled up a corner.

Shi Yue said with some embarrassment: "Well, Lord Mountain Master, can you please put on your clothes?"

Wang Luo glanced at Shi Yue and saw that the other person really had no sympathy for his flawless body. He could only shake his head regretfully and said: "You have a good talent, but it is a pity that it is not allocated to physical training at all."

Shi Yue said: "It's okay if you don't have any assignment, at least I won't have a nosebleed just by looking at you..."

Wang Luo said: "A nosebleed requires at least three months of hard training. I don't know how many people were willing to bleed for it."

Shi Yue curled his lips, finally finding it a little unbelievable to see such a historical passage that was comparable to street stall literature.

But soon, she was stunned to see that the skin of Zhao Xiuwen next to her had a strange luster. The originally dark complexion faded at an alarming speed until it was light brown.

"you……"

Zhao Xiuwen nodded: "Well, the Ningyu body has been reduced, and the skin has also been purified... It was originally expected to take another three months of hard training."

"Fuck!"

Shi Yue was really convinced now, and when she looked at Wang Luo, her eyes were particularly different.

However, Wang Luo had already put on Yunshang's plain clothes again and said: "There is a reliable communication language between body practitioners. As long as you look at a person's skin, bones, fascia, qi and blood, you can roughly know who the other person is. What kind of person is trustworthy?”

Zhao Xiuwen was silent for a moment and said: "Yes, I subconsciously felt friendly when I saw you, and what I saw with my naked eyes just now is even more like a fairy!"

Shi Yue couldn't help but interrupt: "Is it an exaggeration?"

Zhao Xiuwen and Wang Luo looked at her at the same time, their gazes as if admiring inferior creatures made her suddenly angry: "Okay, okay, it's because I'm dull and can't understand the aesthetics of you guys! But you just because of his looks?" Just because he looks good, you believe that he is the resurrected Lord of Lingshan?"

Wang Luo said: "If he can believe in the marriage we made a hundred years ago, he can certainly believe that I am the owner of Lingshan Mountain. Some people are born with quick thinking and are not limited by common sense; besides, he should only believe more than half of it now, and You’re almost there.”

The second half of the sentence left Shi Yue speechless.

Yes, until now, her trust in Wang Luo is not 100%.

This is clearly shown on the Ascension Record, with a loyalty score of 79/100. A meal of Li Ji Shao Pork has increased by 20 points, but it is still a long way from the full value.

But Wang Luo is not demanding, because even if the loyalty is reached at this time, it will only make this young girl become more respectful and subordinate. But Wang Luo never cared about these false etiquette.

As for gaining Zhao Xiuwen's trust, half of it was done casually. After all, we all live next to each other, and having more trust is not a bad thing. The other half is that just as Zhao Xiuwen likes him, Wang Luo also has praise for the young man with excellent physical fitness.

Very suitable for income outside the mountain gate.

Looking at the empty page of the Outer Mountain Gate in the Ascension Record, Wang Luo had already labeled Zhao Xiuwen as the Outer Mountain Gate in advance.

After a brief interlude, the late-night meal became particularly lively.

Zhao Xiuwen had countless questions about Wang Luo, and Shi Yue also took the opportunity to ask questions that he had not asked clearly before.

Of course, compared to the two of them, Wang Luo actually had more questions in his mind, but he was quite restrained and was not in a hurry to ask questions. Instead, he chewed the answers to each question carefully and digested them clearly.

For Shi Yue and Zhao Xiuwen, the 84th generation mountain master of Lingshan is like a sudden addition to their lives. They can be curious, worth studying, and may be able to change their future, but that's all.

But for Wang Luo, this new world is his present and his future.

——

After finishing a late-night snack, it was already dark and it took five or six hours to eat.

The big cooking pot was divided up by three people as early as the first hour, and not even the soup base was left. Zhao Xiuwen temporarily found ten kilograms of dry fried noodles and threw them into the pot. After sucking up the soup, he fished them all out. . For the rest of the time, the three of them just talked endlessly over the large pot of water that Zhao Xiuwen brought.

By the time the sky became brighter, both Shi Yue and Zhao Xiuwen were already looking tired. Although both of them had great foundation-building skills and were well-balanced internally and externally, logically speaking, even if they stayed up for more than a dozen all-nighters, they should treat it as nothing.

But the problem is that these two people have been working overtime for a long time before eating midnight snacks...

In the end, it was Zhao Xiuwen who was the first to call a stop with an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry, you two. Although I still have a lot to say, if I don't take a nap, the cram school in the morning will be wasted."

Shi Yue also nodded: "It's time for me to go to the Cultural Tourism Department to take orders. It would be great if I could have a part-time job as a tour guide like Ningyuan Pavilion Museum."

Wang Luo said: "Then I will go to Qingping Division to get myself an identity certificate."

Shi Yue was a little worried: "You really don't need me to follow you?"

Wang Luo waved his hand: "You have work to do, so concentrate on your work. I want to live in this new immortal calendar era, and I can't rely on the mountain protector for everything."

After saying that, Wang Luo stood up first and left the inner courtyard.

When he came to the door, Shi Yue chased after him and stuffed Wang Luo with a handful of small leaves as clear as emerald.

These spiritual leaves are the currency that is now circulated in the country of [Zhuwang] and even in the hundreds of countries of the Immortal Alliance. They are similar to the spiritual stones of the old immortal calendar era, but the spiritual leaves do not contain spiritual power, but contain many anti-counterfeiting and circulation mechanisms designed by the highest authority of Zhuwang, [Golden Deer Hall].

There are not many spiritual leaves, but it is obviously the result of Shi Yue's best efforts, so Wang Luo politely accepted them, and then moved his mind to take the spiritual leaves into his body.

In this way, at least before going to Qingping Division, he can go to Shi Street to have breakfast.

——

The morning of Shi Street is far less lively than at night. Only more than half of the shops on a long street are open, but the aroma of various specialties still fills the street.

Wang Luo followed his intuition and found a steamed bun shop with booming business. He bought a tray of steamed buns and a bowl of fried liver with the spiritual leaves in his hand. He ate slowly amid the noise of the diners around him, and then turned to the destination of this trip.

Qingping Division, Xiaobailou

To be precise, it is the Shijie Office of the Qingping Division in Rongcheng.

As an institution in charge of public security, the Qingping Division has set up more than 100 offices in Rongcheng, each of which has several small stations under its jurisdiction. The total number of more than 2,000 Qingping small stations and the 100,000 officials with or without official positions working hard in them are like a dense net that covers the entire city.

Wang Luo is going to visit this node in charge of Shijie.

The Little White Building in Shijie is very eye-catching. Among the low-rise buildings in Shijie, the five-story building stands out like a crane among chickens. The snow-white walls and golden eaves make it more noble and extraordinary.

In fact, the Little White Building of the Qingping Division is indeed extraordinary. According to Shi Yue and Zhao Xiuwen, in Shijie, no official institution has more power than the Little White Building.

In the prosperous upper city, the Wenyou Division, Gongzao Division and even the Breeding Division often steal the limelight from the Qingping Division, but for a lower-class world where even night snacks have to be obtained by freeloading, the Qingping Division is the protagonist.

Shijie does not cover a large area, and the main area is located in the lower part of the three-dimensional structure of Rongcheng, which is an underground world as the name implies. But this underground world accommodates nearly one million people.

And the five-story building that stands out from the crowd is the manager of these one million people.

When Wang Luo arrived, there was already a lot of traffic in front of the building. A street that was originally quite spacious was crowded with all kinds of people from Shijie. So much so that the Qingyi who work here often have to fly in the air and enter directly from the entrances on the second and third floors.

Such a busy scene in front of me is the daily routine of Xiaobailou. As the manager of millions of people, Qingping Division naturally has to respond to the daily needs of millions of people. In addition to basic public security issues, such as neighborhood frictions and business disputes, Qingping Division has to make decisions. Although most problems can be handled at the Qingping Station, those that are beyond the authority of the station, such as identity authentication for a person with no background at all, can only be handled at the Xiaobailou.

Shi Yue and Zhao Xiuwen have explained the detailed handling process. Wang Luo followed the instructions and first found a self-service wooden table in a crowd gathering place in the courtyard outside the building. He pressed his hand on the table, and a translucent number appeared on his palm. That was his service serial number, 97.

After that, he patiently waited for the number in his hand to change color.

The work efficiency of the Shijie Xiaobailou is quite high. Wang Luo waited for about an hour and felt his palm was slightly warm. The translucent number 97 bloomed with a milky white light, then jumped out of his palm and floated to the front to lead the way.

Following the guidance of the numbers, Wang Luo walked into the small building. The moment he passed the door, the space in front of him suddenly expanded, revealing a service hall that was much wider than it looked from the outside. At the same time, an invisible pressure was like a revelation, making people feel as if they were under an extremely majestic will, and all their fanciful thoughts had to be restrained.

Many people from Shijie who were clamoring for justice outside the building immediately lowered their voices after entering the small building, and even arched their backs, making people look a few centimeters shorter.

Wang Luo was not affected at all. Instead, he followed the path of the invisible pressure and traced its source with his mind. After a while, he became thoughtful.

While he was thinking, the number 97 in front of him had led him to a service window. Behind a brown desk sat a young woman in white. She looked up at Wang Luo, revealing a face that was still not very pretty even with light makeup, and asked in a low and impatient voice: "What do you want to do?"

Wang Luo said: "To apply for identity proof, that is, the Jianmu seed."

The woman clearly clicked her tongue and said: "Then this window will do. What's your situation? Did you lose the Jianmu seed?"

For people in the new era, the Jianmu seed as an identity proof is basically implanted into the body by the Great Law at the moment of birth. Logically speaking, as long as the person is still alive, the Jianmu seed must be there. Even after a person dies, it can be extracted from the body.

But in reality, the Jianmu seed is not absolutely stable, and many accidents can lead to its loss, such as accidentally going astray when practicing certain exercises, or a tuner accidentally playing the wrong string when adjusting the Great Law...

In short, for Qingping Division, reissuing identity certificates for people is also a daily business, especially in places like Shijie where there are all kinds of people and the Great Law is relatively weak, there are always people who "lose" the Jianmu seed.

But Wang Luo's situation is different.

"It's not lost, I don't have a Jianmu seed at all, and I need Qingping Division to implant a new one for me."

The woman in white raised her eyelids again and looked at Wang Luo with some doubt: "Without the Jianmu seed, what's wrong with you!?"

A person who lived a thousand years ago certainly wouldn't have an identity certificate a thousand years later...but these words cannot be said.

Wang Luo's true identity can be told to Shi Yue and Zhao Xiuwen, but it is obviously not convenient to tell Qingpingsi.

So, let's just follow the rhetoric designed by Shi Yue and Zhao Xiuwen.

"I come from the wilderness of Nanxiang and have never been in contact with the Great Law. Last year, my family's settlement was invaded by the wilderness demons, and I was the only one left alive. Fortunately, I was rescued by a hunter from Rongcheng. He told me some stories about Rongcheng, which made me fascinated. At the same time, I considered that it was becoming increasingly difficult for a person to survive in Nanxiang, so I came all the way to Rongcheng."

The woman in white blinked her eyes and looked at Wang Luo with an expression that said, "Do you think I'm mentally retarded?"

In fact, objectively speaking, the story that the night snack duo made up on the spur of the moment is completely reasonable.

Thousands of years ago, the catastrophe came, the heaven fell, and directly smashed the Kyushu continent. With Lingshan as the central axis, the four western states became a wasteland, and it has been a state of chaos since then. It is only because the countries bordering the wasteland set up a large barrier to ensure the safety of the civilized world.

And Nanxiang is the border between [Zhuwang] and the wasteland, where the barrier effect is the weakest and the laws are relatively chaotic. There are more than five million people living there, and hundreds of thousands of them simply settled in the wasteland full of wild beasts in order to collect all kinds of natural treasures that can only be found in the wasteland. Those people living in the wasteland will naturally reproduce, but those newborns will not have the identity of the civilized world.

Although in general, people who settle in the wasteland do not often leave Nanxiang, some are not used to the taste of civilization, and of course more of them will not live to leave. But if someone is really tired of the chaos and disorder of Nanxiang and wants to embrace the civilized world...then whether from a humanitarian perspective or based on existing legal principles, these people should be accepted by civilization.

In fact, Zhu Wang's Qingping Division provides identity authentication for many drifters from Nanxiang every year, provides them with housing, trains them in work skills, and promotes them as a good story.

Shi Yue and Zhao Xiuwen also referred to a large number of on-site cases and designed such a clichéd story for Wang Luo.

But obviously, this story did not impress the woman in white in the small white building.

Wang Luo didn't know where the problem was. Maybe the story was too stitched, or maybe Wang Luo's temperament was too different from those drifters from Nanxiang... But in any case, he at least knew how to solve the problem.

Facing the doubts of the woman in white, Wang Luo smiled and asked, "You have a good talent for physical cultivation."

"Ah?"

The next moment, Wang Luo stretched out his hand to open his collar a little, revealing his collarbone.

The woman in white was startled, and her cold eyes softened at an astonishing speed.