Spiritual Qi Recovery: I Am Back As A Fairy

"Have you heard that it's not peaceful recently, and many soldiers died."

"How could this be? Isn't our Shenzhou always number one in terms of stability? Besides, I haven't heard any reports about where there is a war."

"You don't understand, where is the time that is quiet and good, it is someone who is carrying the burden for us."

Neighborhoods, especially corners where the sun can shine, are definitely the central intelligence station for a local area, and all kinds of gossip can be known immediately.

It is no exaggeration to say that up to now, they all know exactly how many times Uncle Wang took off his underpants when he lost a game of chess. .

They gathered together and discussed in a low voice: "I have a relative who works in the War Bureau. He said that there is no fighting on the surface, but in fact the fighting behind the scenes is very fierce."

"There are a lot of martyrs who sacrifice for this every year, especially in recent years, because of strange things, the sacrifice rate on the front line has remained high."

"Just a while ago, Uncle Wang, who lived next door to me, happily sent his son into the army. Within half a year, he erected a tomb of clothes, and he didn't even see the dead body."

"Fuck!"

"A few days ago, my parents persuaded me to join the army, saying that I would regret it for three years if I was a soldier, and I would regret my whole life if I didn't. I really want to go, wouldn't I die?"

The other person, who was the most bookish, interjected: "Go, why not go, I decided to go!"

"We have been fighting Fusang the most recently. Why hesitate to fight Fusang? If you are a Chinese, you can't hesitate!"

"Your family is an aristocratic family, are you willing to die?"

"Our family rules have just been finalized. As long as those who protect Shenzhou are killed, they can enter the family tree and set up the ancestral hall. Glory to the ancestors!"

"From now on during the Ching Ming Festival and Double Ninth Festival, the head incense will be mine, and my daddy will offer incense to me. There is no hesitation about being able to enter the family tree!"

"Shenzhou's respect for martyrs continues to rise. Didn't they announce the establishment of a special welfare bureau some time ago to show compassion for the relatives of martyrs?"

"Just like the recent online conscription propaganda said, I would like to send my heart to China, and I will donate my years to the mountains and rivers!"

"There is no need to hesitate, the young Mang will be done! If you are lucky, you will get an officer position and come back. If you are unlucky, being able to enter the genealogy is enough to brag, and you will not lose in this life."

...

"Su Ze, it's getting late, are you still going out?" The dean had just put the children to sleep when he saw that Su Ze was leaving the hospital.

"Well, have a drink or two with a friend."

"Then you have to be careful, there have been a lot of accidents recently."

"Things will get better."

At night, Su Ze carried a wine jar and walked towards Guanyun Mountain. Along the way, he saw many people setting up street stalls, shouting hard to sell items, and it was very lively.

The scenery of Guanyun Mountain is completely popular on the Internet. There are a lot of tourists coming and going every day. With the flow of people, there will be business. The surrounding post stations and food streets have opened up one after another.

The only strange thing is that the government's planned land is not allowed to be close to the orphanage.

Even if it is very open there, the nearest place is two or three kilometers away. Anyone who crosses the red line will be investigated the next day, and the enforcement is very strict.

At the foot of the mountain, Uncle Li and Uncle Wang Bo had already been waiting there, and they couldn't wait to say, "Su Ze, you're finally here. We've been starving to death for the past two days, and we're just waiting for your jar of wine."

Soon, they found a relatively quiet corner of the night market, sat down, and ordered a bunch of barbecues, many of which were large meat skewers, which were very enjoyable to eat, and they must be very enjoyable to drink later.

"Su Ze, what kind of wine is this? It smells so good!" Uncle Li leaned closer and took a sip.

"The wine I brewed casually doesn't have a name, how about calling it Bai Zhan Wine?"

"A good name, if you go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, you will survive a hundred battles!" Uncle Wang Bo strongly agreed.

"Come on, let me toast you."

Su Ze poured down Baizhan Wine and raised his glass.

"How can this be? We took advantage of your wine and drank your wine. We should be the ones to toast you." The two toasted quickly, and they were about to toast back.

Su Ze held their arms gently, and shook his head slightly: "Let me respect you, this cup is not only to you, but also to those millions of iron-blooded heroic souls. Veterans who have fought a hundred battles deserve everyone's respect."

"Well said, let us respect the millions of heroic souls who fought for China!"

Uncle Wang Bo was cheered up and took the lead to take a big gulp. The strong smell of wine rushed to his throat immediately, and Hey's face quickly flushed, showing drunkenness.

"Hiss... your wine is really mellow. In the army, I claimed that I would never get drunk after a thousand cups, but after just one sip, I became tipsy."

"What a drink!"

Uncle Wang Bo was overjoyed, he hadn't had such a good wine for a long time, and he took another sip, smelling like alcohol.

Just like that, they didn't communicate too much, and they could still drink happily. The relationship between men is so simple and pure.

"Hey, Su Ze, are you dying? Why don't you continue drinking?"

Uncle Wang Bo and Uncle Li were drinking happily when they found Su Ze stopped.

"Look at that."

Su Ze spoke softly and gestured to them in a direction.

At this moment, the noisy night market seemed to quiet down instantly, and they could clearly hear the conversation over there.

In front of the stall selling cloth shoes, a pale young man walked up and asked with a confused expression, "Stand owner, why don't you sell me shoes?"

"Sorry, soldier, our shoes are sold by the pair."

The stall owner glanced down at the young man's trouser legs with a look of shame on his face.

It turned out that the young man had only one right leg left, and his left leg had been blown off some time ago when he went to the battlefield.

The stall owner still knew this young man, and he lived in his area. He still clearly remembered the high spirits of the young man when he first joined the army. It was a pity that he did not expect to be injured like this.

The young man sighed and murmured: "It's okay, you can get me a pair, I have a comrade who just needs another one."

...

"Good fighter!"

Seeing such a situation, Uncle Wang Bo couldn't help shouting, compared with the chaos outside, Shenzhou was able to stabilize at the very beginning of Spiritual Qi's recovery, and it was inseparable from the sacrifices of thousands of such fighters.

Ten years ago, when Spiritual Qi had just recovered, they didn't know what a cultivator was. Facing those Devil Cultivators who were wandering around, they relied on them to go up with guns. The situation was a thousand times more difficult than it is now.

This reminded him of his last battle, the opponent was a Devil Cultivator disciple of the Blood Luo Sect, who somehow got the Cultivation Technique of the Demon Sect, and the person who cultivated himself was not like a human, nor a ghost.

Several members of the family were killed by him in the middle of the night for sacrifice. When they broke in, the guy's pot was still stewed...

"Uncle Wang Bo."

Su Ze's voice broke his memory.

"Um... what's wrong?"

"You can rest now, you don't have to work so hard."

"I'm resting right now? After retiring from the army, I don't have to go to the battlefield. The government still gives me a pension of seven or eight thousand a month, and I can't spend it all."

Su Ze stared at him, watching his body gradually become aura, from reality to emptiness, and he could no longer hold the wine glass and fell on the table.

"I'm sorry, but three years ago, you were already dead in that battle, and now you are just a haunted ghost."

"Impossible, it's impossible, I'm still alive, but the government still wants me to watch Yunshan, and I still have to resolutely complete the organizational tasks..."

Su Ze took out an old newspaper, which recorded a report.

In order to save the hostages, Wang Bo, a special police officer, fought desperately with the gangsters. His life was hanging by a thread and he successfully rescued them, but he himself fell into a pool of blood.

Time, three years ago.

There is also a black and white photo on it, which is no different from him.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, it's all fake!"

"I'm still alive, I still have to wait for my son to be admitted to college, I won't die! He's still two months away, he's going to take the college entrance exam soon..."

Uncle Wang Bo's expression froze for a moment, and then his face became majestic. He couldn't accept the result, and the aura on his body began to dim, with traces of black air coming out, and a stench began to permeate.

Human death is like a lamp being extinguished. If there is still consciousness, it is because the obsession in the heart is still there. This obsession can easily become paranoid, gradually evolve into evil spirits, and turn into evil spirits.

If he continues to maintain it, he will change from a heroic spirit to an evil spirit.

Su Ze looked at him, and at the young man who bought shoes with one foot.

If there is a Yin Division, such a heroic spirit with merits and virtues should be stationed in the Yin Court as an official, instead of wandering around with obsessions like now.

"You are all good fighters, take a good rest, and leave the rest to the living to guard. Believe me, I will give you another world after death."

Su Ze brushed past gently, and Uncle Wang Bo and the young man turned into phantoms, floating in the air, leaving only Uncle Li stunned.

"Su Ze, I..."

Su Ze smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, you are alive and alive."

At this time, the battle in Songyuan City deteriorated rapidly, and the personnel sent by the Control Bureau fell one by one, even the cultivator was no exception...

Su Ze raised his glass, poured the wine slowly on the ground, looked in the direction there, and silently offered a cup of Baizhan wine to the millions of heroic souls in Shenzhou.

The Yin Division does not exist, and Samsara no longer exists. Today, I, Su Ze, will be the master of Heavenly Dao, open Samsara, and set up the Yin Court!

The voice was mighty, resounding through the sky like the might of the sky, and spread thousands of miles. It fell in the ears of Xia Guoxiu practitioner, like a thunderclap, and he lost his voice in shock!