Invincibility Starts From Absorbing Emotions

Walking on the street, Liu Jiang continued to collect emotional power.

Liu Jiang took a quaint little tripod and asked the boss, "How to buy this?"

The stall owner: "Ten taels of silver."

Liu Jiang: "Five copper plates."

"The resentment from Zhang Gensheng +999, +..."

He made this with a lot of thought to make it old, and Liu Jiang only gave him a cost price, which made him feel bad.

If it weren't for the fact that Liu Jiang's clothes were of good quality, and he looked like a rich man, he would be lazy to take care of him.

Zhang Gensheng pretended to be unbelievable and said, "You can see clearly, this is something dug up from a tomb hundreds of years ago, and it costs at least five taels of silver, that is, five thousand copper plates."

Liu Jiang: "Five copper plates."

"The resentment from Zhang Gensheng +985, +..."

Zhang Gensheng smiled and said: "At first glance, you are a discerning person. How can you buy such a good thing, five copper coins? Well, take three taels of silver, it can't be any lower."

Liu Jiang: "Five copper plates."

"The resentment from Zhang Gensheng +888, +..."

Zhang Gensheng took a deep breath: "Okay, okay, just make a friend."

Anyway, there are many more in hand, five copper coins are sold, just in time to go to the restaurant.

Liu Jiang showed a shy smile: "I don't buy it, I just haggle."

After that, he fanned the newly bought folding fan and left happily.

"The resentment from Zhang Gensheng +1420, +..."

...

"Sister Bai, you seem to be much younger. Bring me two packs of the mung bean cakes you made."

A woman in her thirties smiled broadly: "You kid, your mouth is so sweet."

"The joy from Bai Xiaohua +999,..."

Liu Jiang happily took the mung bean cake and flattered with a smile: "Your mung bean cake is so delicious, it is at least 10,000 times better than Xiankeju's cakes."

"Thanksgiving from Bai Xiaohua +999,..."

Liu Jiang put ten copper plates on the desk.

Bai Xiaohua waved her hands practisingly: "This is too much, two copper coins are enough."

Liu Jiang just flattered: "Your cakes are so delicious, the gold is not expensive."

After saying that, he left happily.

"Thanks from Bai Xiaohua +1220, +..., joy +1220, +..."

...

Go all the way and go all the way.

In the evening, Liu Jiang had more than 40,000 joys and 50,000 resentments.

Energy Fruit, 39 pieces.

Epiphany Fruit, 20 pieces.

After passing a corner, Liu Jiang paused slightly when he saw the door.

At the door of the house, stood two chubby middle-aged men and women.

Liu Jiang was a little stunned, because those two were the parents of the dead ghost Liu Jiang.

Father Liu Qingzhong, mother Guo Cuicui.

At this time, the two also saw Liu Jiang, a chubby middle-aged woman, and quickly stepped forward with a deep joy on her face, turning the thousands of words in their hearts into two words: "Xiao Jiang."

As soon as he finished speaking, tears came out.

"The joy from Guo Cuicui +1420, +..."

"The joy from Liu Qingzhong +1430, +..."

"Mother." Liu Jiang opened his mouth and said a little awkwardly, but still called Sheng Niang.

Although the soul does not belong to the dead ghost Liu Jiang, the body belongs to the dead ghost Liu Jiang, the blood in the bones belongs to the Liu family, and there are memories belonging to the dead ghost Liu Jiang.

In the previous life, both his parents died early, and he lacked love. He longed for a family and parents.

In this life, then treat the two as parents.

Guo Cuicui touched her tears: "You stinky boy, you don't know how to go home, it's been more than three years, your heart is really cruel.

"

Liu Jiang did not speak.

Liu Jiang, the former dead ghost, was really homesick and wanted to go home.

It's just that his parents spent so much money to send him to the Misty Immortal Sect, but he was swept out of the house and came to the Inspection Division in a panic, but he was only a small inspector.

He pursued the girl he liked, and he wanted to bring a beautiful woman home to save face, but he was unable to do so.

Feeling ashamed, to the extreme.

He didn't accomplish anything, and he had no face to face his parents, so every year during the New Year, he lied that he was very busy and could not go home.

But all the time, I dreamed of becoming famous, and returning home.

"Cry or cry, Xiao Jiang, isn't it okay?"

Liu Qingzhong scolded, but his eyes were also a little sour, but he forcibly turned it back. As a dignified father, he couldn't urinate in front of his son.

"Mother and father, sit in the room." Liu Jiang came back to his senses and greeted him warmly.

Some excited, some nervous.

"Father, mother, why did you come to see me in Xuanyun Town?" Liu Jiang asked.

His home is in Jinhua County, and the important town of Xuanyun is in Dongyue County. The two places are far apart, at least half a month's journey.

"It's not because of you." Liu Qingzhong snorted coldly, "Your mother has been talking about you all day, but you haven't come home for three years, so we can only see you."

Guo Cuicui said: "I'll come and see you, to see if you have grown up in the past three years, whether you eat well, whether you dress warmly, and whether you are handsome."

Every time they go out and see other people's children, they start to think of Liu Jiang, remembering the little things from childhood, and sometimes they can't even fall asleep.

When Liu Jiang practiced martial arts in the Misty Immortal Sect, he could go back once every six months.

But since he left the Misty Immortal Sect, he has not returned home for three years.

They wrote to let Liu Jiang go home, but Liu Jiang said that he was busy with business and could not get away to go home.

In the past three years, with the passage of time, the thoughts in their hearts have become more and more intense, and the deep thoughts are always lingering in their hearts and lingering.

Then, they decided to close the inn for the time being and come to see Xiao Liujiang in Dongyue County.

Let's see if Xiao Liujiang has grown up, whether he is doing well, whether he is wearing warm clothes, and whether he has been bullied.

Just simply look.

Hearing this, Liu Jiang's heart froze.

Er Lao traveled thousands of miles and traveled for half a month just to see him.

A little pantothenic acid in the nose.

This feeling of being cared about is really good.

There is a warm current flowing in my heart.

Liu Jiang's spiritual energy surged, evaporated the moisture in his eyes, and said cheerfully, "It's okay."

"What's ok?" Liu Qingzhong glared and said, Liu Jiang's situation, he can more or less guess.

Liu Jiang was swept out by the Misty Immortal Sect, which means that his aptitude is really average.

Liu Jiang was young, had poor aptitude, and had a low cultivation base. He was definitely the most basic patrol officer in the patrol department.

Although inspections are very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, in the inspection department where the strong are respected, the grassroots inspections must be doing all kinds of dirty work, and maybe they will be bullied by colleagues.

"It's really okay." Liu Jiang rubbed his head a little embarrassedly.

Guo Cuicui said: "You child, like your father, knows to report good news and not bad news."

She runs an inn, and the group of inspectors over there often come to his store for dinner. She naturally knows that it is not easy for grassroots inspections, and they are often drunk by their leaders.

The situation will be better only if you get a half-official position.

But on this side of Liu Jiang, who is unfamiliar with life, and his cultivation base is so low, how can he get into a half-official position.

They blamed themselves a little bit. If they were more capable, Liu Jiang wouldn't have to work so hard.

It's a pity that they are just a small innkeeper. Although they can earn a little money a month, their social status is not as good as that of patrolling.

They can't provide Liu Jiang with a better life, and they can't help much.

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

"The guilt from Liu Qingzhong +1300, +..."

"The guilt from Liu Qingzhong +1280+, +..."

A dream fruit, quietly ripening.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Hearing the knock on the door, Liu Jiang stepped forward to open the door.

It was Yang Cheng who came, carrying two gift boxes with a flattering smile on his face.