Master, what path do you cultivate?

Bangkok Secret Police Headquarters, Commander's Office.

Xie Ling came to report with information:

"Commander in Chief, the murder in Xichang District seems to be caused by omnics. We are sending people there."

Sitting behind the desk in the general command room, Yu Ye, who looked a little more mature, raised his eyes and glanced at the map where the case occurred, then tapped the table to remind:

"It is better to contact the people at the Xichang District Chamber of Commerce first to see if it is an internal matter within their own chamber of commerce, and ask them to send someone to follow up. If it is their own matter, try to let them handle it properly by themselves, and we should not interfere."

After the arrangements were made, Xie Ling turned around and said with a smile:

"Huh? Commander-in-Chief, why haven't you seen your little devil in the past few days? I think he is quite interested in solving the case."

Yu Ye, who was originally reading the file, looked helpless when he heard this, rubbed his temples and said:

"That little bastard is a good hand at causing trouble. I really don't know who to follow. A few days ago, master said that he would take him to Nanyang Island to read. He should be back today. Oh, I hope he can get a little bit of elegance."

The conference room of Tiandao Consulting Headquarters Building.

“That’s the overall situation this year.”

After the last industry director finished speaking, he sat down slightly nervously.

Sitting at the head of the conference table, Chiye, who was dressed in cool clothes, looked at the report and nodded slightly:

"It makes sense, but the speed of industry expansion is too slow. Don't be complacent just because you are at the top of the list in the field of cultivation accessories production and scientific cultivation consulting. There is no end to technology research and development, so let's leave it at that for today."

Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief as if they were receiving an amnesty, and slowly exited the conference room.

At this moment, a five-year-old girl wearing a custom-made suit walked in from the side door of the conference room. She had short hair tied back and was dressed like a tomboy. She even held a folder in her hand.

"Huh? It's over? I haven't reported yet."

He also spoke in a babyish voice.

Seeing this, Chiye put away her cold posture, smiled, reached out and picked up the little girl and said:

"Didn't I ask you to wait for mom in the office?"

"Aunt Lu said that I knew what report my mother was listening to, so I came here."

Chi Ye chuckled and pulled the little girl towards the office:

"Mom will teach you slowly from now on. Last week, daddy wanted to take you to read a book on Nanyang Island. Why don't you want to go?"

The little girl frowned when she heard the book, her cute expression was quite similar to Chiye.

"Don't read, it's more interesting here, mom. I saw the robot hula downstairs and got up."

"Okay, okay, I'll take you to the factory this afternoon."

As he spoke, he opened the office door, only to find that Lu Bing was not here.

"Hey, where is your Aunt Lu?"

Just as he was talking, he heard a whistle coming from the corner of the corridor behind him, and saw Lu Bing, who was wearing a red and black monk's robe, walking towards here holding a small box of Coke. He saw Chi Ye looking a little embarrassed.

"Lu Bing! It's best if you drink those Cokes yourself!"

Lu Bing stuck out his tongue and shrugged:

"What does it matter if a kid has a drink, right Sissy?"

As he spoke, he threw the small bottle of Coke in his hand towards the little girl. Just as Chiye was about to stop him, he saw his daughter raised her hand and stopped the Coke flying in the air.

He gently hooked his hand and the Coke fell steadily into his hand. He skillfully unscrewed the lid and took two sips. Chi Ye was stunned for a moment.

Lu Bing said proudly:

"How's it going? I taught you well, didn't you? Your ability to control water flow is an absolute water genius!"

However, Chiye suppressed his anger and said word by word:

"First tell me how much Coke you gave Sissi to drink?"

"Well Sissy, run!"

Perhaps because she inherited her mother's ability to perceive danger, the little girl ran away in the direction of her Aunt Lu with a Coke in her arms.

"You two, stop!"

The top of Xihai Tomb Mountain.

In the thick fog, a little red-haired boy was performing the exercises in a decent manner.

The surrounding corpse energy circulates between the palms, but it does not touch the body at all.

The little guy has a pair of eyebrows and a ruddy complexion. There is no trace of yin in his body, and there is no trace of him being a child of a corpse cultivator.

Yan Tong in the manor behind him was leaning on a cane and said with a smile:

"It's completely free from infection. It's really the future of corpse cultivators."

Jiang Chen, who was looking at the little boy with a delighted face, nodded and said:

"Thank you, senior, for guiding me these days."

"We are all our own people, no need to be polite."

call!

Finally, the little boy slapped his palms around, and the corpse energy swept away all the fallen leaves around him.

The little boy turned back happily and waved:

"Mom! I think it's okay! I'll definitely beat Big Brother this time!"

Jiang Chen picked off the leaves from the little boy who ran back happily, then stood up, saluted and said goodbye to Yan Tong, and walked with the little boy towards the airport down the mountain.

"Then go back. It's time for your eldest brother and your father to come back."

The little guy geared up and said:

"Hehe! You must let me see my evil palm!"

"That's it for you little brothers to discuss key points. Do you hear me?"

"I know, but my eldest brother is quite bad. He actually carried out a sneak attack last time. This time I must win the game."

Nanhua District Sihai Trading Chairman's Lounge.

After the meeting, Nangong Qianfeng went upstairs to rest. He sat on the sofa with a mature figure, looked at the empty room, and turned around to ask:

"Uncle Mo, the father hasn't sent the child back yet?"

Uncle Mo, who had a few more gray hairs on his temples, smiled and said:

"As an old man, the second young master has yet to get married. It is human nature for the master to be reluctant to send the child back."

Nangong Qianfeng didn't care about this and dialed the phone directly.

Nangong Wang was lying on an easy chair in the manor, next to a four-year-old girl who had fallen asleep while listening to his story. There were dolls and toys scattered around her.

The old man looked after him carefully like a farmer caring for a seedling, and there was no trace of the ups and downs of the former chamber of commerce.

Buzz!

Hearing the vibration, he stood up slowly. For fear of disturbing the child, he answered the phone in a low voice:

"Hey, Qian Feng, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Dad, didn't you say you would bring the child back today? Are you not keeping your word again?"

"Hey, you parents are so busy that you don't have time to take care of your children. Doesn't the little one feel more loved by me than by yours?"

Nangong Qianfeng was so rebuffed that he lost his temper, so he had to retreat instead of advance:

"I'm going home to live today, and I really don't feel comfortable letting you take care of the children."

"What are you talking about! The little guy and her grandpa are getting close! Oh, it was too loud and the little guy woke up. Let's not talk anymore. I'm going to coax the little ancestor, Feng Ma! Bring the bottle."

Nangong Qianfeng hung up the phone helplessly and stood up and said:

"Let's go, Uncle Mo. Let's go home first. It's hard for dad to take care of the child without being a bad boy."

On the coast of Nanhua District, Ji Qinglin, dressed in casual clothes, jumped off the deck and came to the shore with a six-year-old boy.

Ji Qinglin, who was dragging his suitcase, said happily:

"It's really rare that you kid can really calm down and read books for a few days."

The little boy raised his head proudly and said:

"I competed with Aunt Huaisu to read faster. After I won, Auntie gave me two books."

Ji Qinglin said to his heart that Huaisu was simply letting go. Even if she closed her eyes and read a book, she could read faster than you. However, it didn't dampen the little guy's enthusiasm. After all, it was at least calm these days and he didn't cause trouble to give Yuye a headache.

As the commander-in-chief of the secret police of an international safe city, it would be funny for his son to become a demon king.

Of course, the little guy didn't do anything bad. He just imitated his mother and acted chivalrously in Bangkok. However, due to his lack of experience in the world, he did bad things with good intentions a few times.

"Dad, can you let mom teach me the thunder method when you go back? When I went to Aunt Shen's place to play, I saw many Qi practitioners who knew the thunder method, and they looked very cool."

"If you were obedient, your mother would have taught you this a long time ago. In your current situation, your mother would have burned you without using thunder."

"Oh, it's a pity that my father gave up his practice in order to kill the big devil. Otherwise, you could teach me."

Ji Qinglin, Yu Ye and the others did not reveal anything about Kyushu in accordance with the agreement.

In order to make the Taoist saint believe that he had indeed lost his cultivation, as the hero of the scientific cultivation circle who killed the monk Jiechen, Ji Qinglin announced the truth that because he had spent his cultivation by killing the monk Jiechen, he had lost all his power and retired from the world. .

In this way, we can avoid many challenges from the strong men of later generations, and we can live our own lives happily.

However, Ji Qinglin is a close friend of the Book Sage and the Sword Master. He also has Shui Xiong, Ling Xiong and Zhi Xiong among the nine heroes of the older generation, as well as his disciples, the Commander-in-Chief of the Secret Police and the CEO of Tiandao Consulting. Even without that level of cultivation, he is still a member of the circle. The number one person in the world.

Even after leaving the Jianghu, there is still the legend of Ji Qinglin in the Jianghu.

Just as he was talking, the sea behind him suddenly became windy and waves, knocking the boat the father and son were on towards the shore.

Ji Qinglin noticed that his brows were slightly furrowed, and he turned around and pushed lightly with one palm. With a strong force, he pushed back the ship that was about to hit the shore, preventing a collision accident.

When the son saw this, his eyes widened and he said:

"Hey! Dad! You're not."

While no one noticed, Ji Qinglin quickly reached out to cover his son's mouth and whispered:

"Don't tell others, do you hear me?"

Ji Qinglin did dissipate his power back then. This was required by the Heavenly Way of Kyushu. Ji Qinglin did not cheat.

It's just that Ji Qinglin thought of this possibility at that time: As a chess piece with such a weight outside the Nine Provinces, it is understandable that the Heavenly Way outside the Nine Provinces wants to abolish him, so does the Heavenly Law outside the Nine Provinces want him to be abolished?

When his cultivation began to gradually recover, Ji Qinglin knew the exact answer.

But it was good to be a hands-off shopkeeper, so Ji Qinglin kept silent and continued to play the role of a retired hero.

The son nodded obediently, and then asked in a low voice:

"I'm keeping the secret for my father. Can you teach me the thunder method when you get back?"

Seeing the little guy's sincere eyes like Yu Ye's, Ji Qinglin sighed helplessly and said:

"Oh, I lost to you. Let's go back and discuss it and let your mother teach you."

"Long live!"

Ji Qinglin pulled the suitcase and walked in front. The little boy was about to follow, but found that the boat behind him had not stopped and was still swaying in the wind and waves.

So I followed my father's example and concentrated on applying pressure, but found that it had no effect. I curled my lips and followed Ji Qinglin in disappointment.

But what the little guy didn't notice was that half a second later, the wind and waves on both sides of the ship calmed down.

Thank you for your reading and support! ("Master, what kind of practice do you practice?" ends here. Thank you all readers for your support. I will post acknowledgments later. The next new book has been submitted and reviewed internally, and I am currently writing the outline and saving the manuscript. Looking forward to it. See you all soon.)