The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

In a brightly lit conference room.

After Bai Mo voted, he hugged his apprentice and rubbed his triangular ears, and suddenly found it was very quiet.

He looked around and saw Tian Xinghuo next to him, covering the voting machine and not pressing it.

Professor Zhang and President Chen Shu next to him also frowned, thinking about something.

In the entire conference room, in the front and back rows, no one spoke or whispered to each other, everyone was thinking seriously.

Sometimes there is the sound of sleeves being rubbed on the table, and the sound of coughing.

Bai Mo has a weird expression...

“Everyone is thinking, am I the only one who voted so quickly?

"Doesn't that mean I take this vote lightly?"

He covered the voting machine again and pretended that he hadn't voted yet.

But Wu Jianxian on the screen spoke again.

"Hahaha!

“I believe each of us feels the weight of this vote in our hands.

“So our voting process is set up to be a little more frivolous.

“This voting machine can press the button multiple times.

"Based on the last key pressed.

"People can change their votes."

ah?

Can this kind of ticket be changed?

In Bai Mo's arms, Moontail stared at the voting machine... This voting machine looked very textured, and he wanted to press its fox claws once to try out the feel... But after all, he was just thinking about it.

Foxes are very cunning!

It can understand the atmosphere present and understand that whether voting or changing votes, whether red or green buttons, they are heavy and cannot be played with casually.

On the screen, Wu Jianxian continued to speak. The tone is relaxed and calm.

"If we give up the upcoming competition for the original immortal energy, we can invest all the existing resources into existing undertakings, invest them into today, invest in the stability and security of society, protect every citizen, and resist every dark attack. Invasion.

"If we choose to participate in the competition for the original immortal energy, we may have to allocate some resources and invest into a bottomless pit that is likely to have no return. We may have to break some balances, and may face more difficulties, setbacks, and unexpected encounters. Danger.

"But we can get a little hope...perhaps we can seize some original fairy energy, obtain some research results, and light up some small fires to illuminate tomorrow in the darkness."

Wu Jianxian spoke more abstractly.

But everyone here can understand it.

This is a matter of route choice.

Maintain the current direction and invest all resources to protect social stability?

Or should we allocate some resources to fight for the original immortal energy, study the storage, development and utilization of the original immortal energy, pursue the slightest possibility, and hope to develop some kind of weapon powerful enough to compete with the ancient immortals?

Professor Hong Anxi, who was in the back row, glanced forward subconsciously, wanting to see how Bai Mo voted, and wanted to vote with Bai Mo. After all, the mycelium healing patch project they are currently doing and the special brain-eating vine project they are about to do are all following Baimo experts. Future papers and prospects will all fall on Baimo experts.

But Bai Mo covered the voting machine, so he couldn't see...

"Forehead……"

He lowered his head, looked at his old belly, and looked at the old wrinkled skin on the back of his hands... There is no doubt that if they choose to compete for the original immortal energy, the workload of scientific researchers will become even greater, and their overtime work will become even worse. The more you eat, the more stress you get and you get less rest. Moreover, there will be more threats and assassinations from ancient immortals.

He had heard that a major accident occurred during a previous operation to remove blood scab from the cerebral cortex. A dozen top experts were almost wiped out and became Gu Xian's meat machine.

After thinking for a long time, he covered the voting machine and inserted his old fingers tremblingly.

…

Professor Li Fangming next to him was recalling the attack on Xiancao Tower, the red smoke filling the corridor, and the assassins clinging to pillars in the woods outside the window. Even when I think about it now, the scene is still scary!

If you choose to fight for the original immortal energy, compete with the ancient immortals for food, and assassinate like that, will there be more?

Whether you can survive such an assassination depends entirely on luck.

If you are lucky and are rescued by a big boss, you will survive.

It's bad luck that the boss didn't see it, so that's too bad.

Put your head in someone else's waistband.

After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth, frowned, covered the voting machine, and reached up with his chubby fingers.

…

Commissioner Gu Lin sat in the back row, also lost in thought.

He has dealt with many incidents, large and small, and is used to seeing injuries, bloodshed, and mutilated corpses.

Protecting the people and fighting against the disciples of the ancient immortal is bloody enough, dangerous enough, and difficult enough. If he directly competes with the ancient immortals for food, then the front he and his immortal arts committee members will step into will undoubtedly be more severe and cruel.

I have no choice but to send more black and white photos to the families of my colleagues.

After thinking for a long time, he covered the voting machine, stretched out his calloused and scarred fingers, and reached over.

…

Tian Xinghuo smacked his lips, frowned, and tilted his head.

Stealing the original immortal energy?

Wouldn't that mean that he was sitting directly on the opposite side of the ancient immortal?

When you go to a dream, how should you face the ancient immortal? How will he be treated by the ancient immortal?

He sighed, covered the voting machine, looked left and right, stretched out his finger, and cast his vote with a click.

…

Professor Zhang was lost for a moment.

He has a vague perception of the ancient immortal's magic.

But he has seen the magic of the boss behind the scenes in Xizhou many times and knows what the most terrifying and mysterious magic in the world looks like.

He understands human beings' technical level, all walks of life, and all aspects better than the average person.

Therefore, he probably knows the gap between the top human technology and the top magic of the ancient immortal dynasty.

With human technology, if we want to develop the original immortal energy, catch up with the immortal skills of the ancient immortals, and pose a threat to the ancient immortals... this hope is like a candle in the stormy wind, too weak, too vague, and too easy to be extinguished. .

He covered the voting machine, stretched out his finger, and touched the voting machine.

…

President Chen Shu was also deep in thought.

In recent times, dark side magicians from Sequence 9 and even Sequence 8 have sprung up, one after another, causing magic accidents and terrorist attacks again and again.

Fortunately, thousands of committee members, relying on their superior numbers and equipment, calmed down the situation time and time again, suppressed the unrest time and time again, stabilized the situation in the entire society, and kept the people in a safe environment.

This stability is hard-won.

But if resources are again invested in the struggle for the original immortal energy, can the social situation be stabilized?

Will you lose sight of one thing and lose the other?

For the sake of a vague hope, will the entire social situation become increasingly corrupt?

He sighed, covered the voting machine, touched the button with his finger, raised his hand again, and took a look at which side was green and which was red, to make sure he didn't press the wrong button.

…

The reception staff pushed the trolley and quietly changed tea for the participants.

Bai Mo hugged his apprentice and took a sip of the new warm tea.

"These are really good tea leaves, quite sweet. I'll plant some at Fox Mountain too."

The conference room was silent.

Wu Jianxian on the big screen was also quietly waiting for the voting results.

Bai Mo can probably guess the result... After all, human nature is easy to guess.

Human beings always yearn for stability and security.

Will choose the brighter and known path at the fork in the road.

They will be more willing to hold on to what they already have, and they will covet more when they have spare energy.

Perhaps there will be a small number of fools, adventurers, and gamblers among humans...but those kinds of people will not appear in today's conference room.

Bai Mo drank hot tea, smacked his lips, and suddenly thought of a very strange fairy grass in Fox Mountain... the timid chrysanthemum.

This is also the Super Immortal Grass of Sequence Six. It was also dug out from the grassland and has died, waiting for resurrection.

He has studied the resurrection condition mechanism of this thing clearly, and has done a lot of preparation work. Only the last step is special... it requires absorbing emotions, and requires absorbing a lot of, extremely huge, and extremely sincere courage.

Bai Mo was acting strangely and inexplicably. With a thought, he gave orders to Fox Mountain.

…

In the depths of Professor Zhang's eyes, a bonfire appeared, and the Ancient Immortal Qingluo behind the bonfire.

But I saw that the Ancient Immortal Qinglu was very interested, looking towards the present world, also waiting for the voting results.

"It's very interesting."

Not only the Ancient Immortal Qingluo, but also President Chen Shu, Wu Qingyun in the back row, Committee Member Gu Lin, and even every immortal magician were attracted by this meeting. They all looked at the present world through the eyes of their apprentices, waiting for the voting results.

In Tian Xinghuo's mind, the mocking voice of the Black Bird Ancient Immortal came.

"Haha, the ants are having a meeting, and it's pretty neat."

…

At the conference table in front of Bai Mo, Bai Bracelet appeared quietly wearing an invisibility cloak.

It is holding a bronze flowerpot, and in the pot is the timid chrysanthemum taught by the master.

This thing is just a piece of yellow-brown dead grass, which has become soft. Its roots are rooted in the flower pot soil, and its bare stem is lying on the surface of the flower pot soil, withering.

Through the invisibility cloak, it looked at the master, at Moon Tail, its eyes widened, and the fox's face was full of excitement!

Not because of anything else, as long as it sees Master, it is happy!

…

The meeting was of high standard, but the level of confidentiality was not very high.

The video signal has been connected to the conference room in the dark world.

The King of Darkness and several Sequence Sevens sat crookedly at the conference table, all with strange expressions, waiting to see the voting results.

"What's the point?"

"You don't have to look at it to know the result."

"Hahaha, if they are really willing to spread their energy to develop the original immortal energy, wouldn't our life be easier?"

"Not likely. They're not stupid."

…

Dongguo City.

Office of the Director of Baitao Medical Aesthetics.

Su Baitao used a mirror with a Tianmu talisman on it to peek into the venue and saw her husband, the president of Dongguo City, sitting in the front row.

“This vote…how will he vote?

"How will they vote?"

…

Sichun City.

The large meeting room of the Fairy Arts Committee.

Those in attendance were also struggling with voting.

No one noticed that a fly quietly emerged from the crack in the ceiling, looking at the big screen with its compound eyes.

…

Spring Hill City.

Fairy Committee meeting room.

The men and women raised by the white mountains and black waters have more fiery and direct personalities. They have already gritted their teeth and pressed the voting machines.

No one noticed, a yellow-skinned man quietly poked his head outside the window, looking in with his dark eyes.

…

Gradually, more and more people are considering it, and more and more voting machines are being pressed.

The voting signals were aggregated from machines to computers, from various prefectures and cities to Beijing, to Wu Jianxian's office, and to Wu Jianxian's computer screen.

Under the spotlight, Wu Jianxian on the big screen was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed out loud.

“Our voting is over.

“I believe many friends are paying attention and waiting for the results.

“The voting results are very interesting.

"The number of red votes in favor of competing for immortal energy is one thousand and thirty-four.

"The number of green votes in favor of giving up immortality is one."

As soon as these words came out, all cities and conference rooms fell silent when they looked at the ancient immortals here, as well as the bosses behind the scenes who were peeping at them, and the dark world they were peeping at.

Bai Mo, the only one who voted green, sat in the conference room, feeling surprised.

Are they all red tickets?

Aren't they afraid of working overtime?

Aren't they afraid of the ancient immortals?

Aren't they afraid of assassination?

Aren't they afraid of the battlefield?

Aren’t they afraid that all their efforts will be in vain?

Aren't they afraid of social corruption while taking one thing at the expense of another?

They think that everyone else will vote green, and they want to feel good about voting red and show off their bravery?

Or were they mentally prepared when they voted red? How about you already know the way forward? Have you already figured out how to face it?

…

In Professor Zhang's mind, Ancient Immortal Qinglu was smiling and applauding gently.

"Hahaha, hahaha, very good, very interesting!"

…

In Tian Xinghuo's mind, Ancient Immortal Black Bird frowned.

"Everyone is fucking stupid?

“It’s normal to have someone who is stupid, a person who is a little bit stupid, a person who is mostly stupid.

"Are you totally fucking stupid?

"Is there something wrong with this?"

…

In the Dark World office.

The Dark King and others frowned, stared at the big screen, and were silent for a long time.

"This...did they tamper with the tickets?

"That voting machine was tampered with?"

…

On the big screen, Wu Jianxian continued.

“The result of our vote this time is already clear.

"Hahaha, no one has any room for regret.

“From now on, it’s time to work overtime and work hard.

“As for the only person who voted green… I really don’t know who it was, we all voted by secret ballot.

“But I think his vote must be filled with compassion for all of us and compassion for the world.

"Everyone, when you are fighting on the battlefield, when you are working overtime, when you are facing a strong enemy, when you are in darkness, you can also keep this softness in your heart."

In the conference room, there was a noise.

Some people frowned, some laughed and scolded, some were helpless, and some were shocked to realize that they had lost their minds.

Bai Mo was sitting in the front row, secretly wondering if the voting system had been manipulated?

Anyway, it is a secret ballot, everyone only knows his or her vote.

With this green ticket, as long as no one checks the ticket, no one can say anything.

But the next thing he knew, the voting system was real.

Because, on the table, under the invisibility cloak, the white bracelet's eyes widened!

Because, the pot of timid chrysanthemum held in the arms of the white bracelet, with its limp stems, actually stood up. It was actually fading away from the yellowish brown color and turning green again, and a small little flower popped out from the branch. Young green shoots.

The soft rustling sound of it standing up and sprouting again was covered up by the noise in the conference room.

But it is true that after absorbing the huge, sincere courage in this room, it was awakened from the dead after sleeping for ten thousand years. In this conference room, the withered grass was reborn and resurrected!

The plot about the origin of immortality will begin immediately