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

There was silence on the conference table.

President Chen Shu had an embarrassed look on his face. He looked at the entire audience and found that all the immortal arts committee members of Sequence Seven had their heads lowered, their eyes looking at their noses, and their noses looking at their hearts.

As everyone knows, the so-called "Sequence Six Plan quotas" are actually visible but not tangible.

This trip will definitely be like a meat bun beating a dog, and it is impossible to come back alive.

In their minds, the ancient immortals also sneered.

"Huh, bullshit!"

“Futures sequence six is ​​not as good as spot sequence seven.

"What's more, this so-called sequence six can't even be compared to futures, and it can't even compare to a lottery!"

Not just Xizhou.

All over Kyushu, in immortal committees of all sizes, there is such an awkward meeting room, and there is such a group of Sequence Seven with weird expressions, falling into silence.

…

Pharmaceutical factory, in the office.

Bai Mo sat behind the computer, looked at the computer screen, and saw the gossip messages from Mo Lanyou.

【...now the whole thing is embarrassed】

[We in Xizhou, President Chen Shu, were framed in the conference room]

[I heard that over in Shangjing, Professor Hua Yuyue was also held in the conference room]

[What kind of bullshit order is this? It’s really baffling! 】

Bai Mo sighed.

I don't know how to evaluate it either.

But Hua Yuyue is definitely not an ignorant second-guessing person.

On the contrary, this person is extremely calm, extremely rational, extremely smart, and extremely strategic.

"Professor Hua...should have his reasons?"

…

Shangjing Immortal Committee General Association.

There was also silence in the conference room.

The big screen showed that so far, there were zero members of the Seven Immortal Arts Committee responding to the order.

People sitting around the conference table occasionally glanced at Hua Yuyue.

For a leader, the most embarrassing thing is to give inexplicable and lame orders.

What was even more embarrassing was that no one responded to this lame order.

Then Hua Yuyue's face was stiff and he lowered his head slightly.

There was still light in his eyes.

"Please inform me further.

"If the immortal arts committee member who responded to the order fails to come back...then we are willing to use our resources to help his ancient immortal master train another Sequence Seven disciple."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an awkward moment in the conference room, and another argument broke out.

"Do we really want to put more emphasis on this order?"

"This will put more pressure on the immortal arts committee members of Sequence Seven."

“Sequence Seven is not something you can just say, even if you have the resources, you still need talent.

“After adding more money, it’s not necessarily possible that anyone will respond.”

"Follow-up review work will also be a huge trouble."

"No need to say anything else."

Wu Jianxian, who was sitting at the top of the conference table, glanced at Hua Yuyue.

Still nodded.

"Let the notification go."

…

Baimo Pharmaceutical Factory.

In the office.

Bai Mo sat on the chair and saw Tian Xinghuo also sent a message to complain.

[He actually increased the stakes! 】

[I even doubted whether he was beheaded]

[It feels very strange, very weird]

Bai Mo held the phone and frowned.

"Hua Yuyue... looks like he has made a lot of determination."

…

From south to north in Kyushu, in conference rooms of various committees, large and small, there was still silence and embarrassment.

Even after hearing the latest conditions, no one was willing to come forward.

In Nantian's office, the immortal arts committee members were looking at the flowers in the corner.

In Chunshan's office, the Xianjutsu committee members were looking at the snow outside the window.

In Heluo's office, Immortal Arts Committee member Chen Siming was sitting at the awkward conference table, his eyebrows lowered, thinking about his son.

"That kid has just been transferred to Experiment No. 1. I don't know if he will adapt to it or if he can keep up with the rhythm..."

He had just been promoted to Sequence Seven, and the relevant benefits had just been implemented...such as a bigger house, a better official car, a job for his wife, and a school for his son.

The sneer of the ancient immortal sounded in his mind.

"Sequence Seven, is it so easy to cultivate?

“Can we raise it if we have the resources?

"If you go and die, your remaining junior brothers, even if they eat ten times the resources, still can't raise them to Sequence Seven!"

Chen Siming smiled awkwardly, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

At the top of the conference table, the Chairman of the Immortal Committee of Heluo looked at the computer and saw the latest notification.

"Um... Professor Hua Yuyue said that he wants to invite us to join the video conference.

"Everyone, please prepare a little and listen to what he wants to say."

Chen Siming looked at the clock on the wall, looked at the time, and frowned slightly.

How long will this meeting last?

He also wants to pick up his children from school!

…

"Look at me, carrot knife!"

"Is your little genius blue?"

"Have you finished your math homework? Can you show it to me?"

Heluo Experimental Primary School, Class 3, Grade 4.

During recess, the children were chatting, laughing, and having fun.

The little fat man Chen Zihan was sitting in the corner.

No one talks to him, no one plays with him.

He held a novel alone and was fascinated by it.

This book is called "The Story of a Good-for-Nothing Cultivation of Immortality" and it tells the story of a good-for-nothing young man who no one cares about. After an unexpected encounter, he cheats all the way, beats powerful enemies, and bewitches beautiful women, and reaches the top.

Although the plot is cliche, Chen Zihan's eyes lit up while watching it, his mouth smiled, and he almost drooled.

The more I watched, the more fascinated I became. The more I watched, the more focused I became. My mind was immersed in the exciting plot, my eyes were drawn between the lines, and my ears could not hear the laughter and noise of the classmates next to me...

Snapped!

It was the teacher's hand that touched his shoulder.

"Classmate Chen Zihan, class is on! Stop looking! Take out the math textbook!"

Chen Zihan woke up from a dream and raised his head in confusion.

"ah?"

I heard the classmates burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha."

"Hahaha, Fatty Chen is still reading YY novels!"

"Imagine that I can also be a loser and counterattack!"

"Hahaha, he must like the heroine."

Chen Zihan blushed.

The math teacher waved his hand.

"Stop laughing!

"Everyone, please be quiet and get ready to start class!"

The recent book "The Biography of a Waste Wood Cultivating Immortality" is quite popular among primary school students, and many children are reading it.

…

"Twenty-three medium and large immortal committees and three hundred members of the Seven Sequence Immortals are all in our video conference room.

"Then let me briefly talk about this plan."

Heluo Immortal Committee, in the conference room.

Chen Siming and his colleagues raised their heads and looked at the big screen.

Then they saw Professor Hua Yuyue, his face was pale, with deep dark circles under his eyes. His whole face looked haggard, but his eyes were still bright.

"This order to test the dream overflow area doesn't seem very smart.

“Let me explain it to you.

"First of all, do you know that the flyers used by the ancient immortals to attract people are actually a kind of talisman.

“That thing was spread on a large scale across Kyushu, and most of it was recovered by our Immortal Committee.

“A small portion is used by the lost.

“There are still a few that are still among the people, and we haven’t been able to collect them all.

"According to incomplete statistics, the number of leaflets distributed by the ancient immortal is probably as many as 120,000.

“This is actually a very scary number and a very scary weight.

"Because, that's not 120,000 pieces of paper, but 120,000 talismans of sequence eight!"

In the conference room, there was silence again.

Chen Siming subconsciously picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

He was from the formation path and had never paid attention to the flyer.

I don’t know the number “120,000” either.

When I listened to it, my heart was shocked.

I heard Professor Hua Yuyue continue on the big screen.

"We even doubt that before this, there were as many as 120,000 eight-sequence talismans in this era?

"All in all, the Ancient Immortals have paid a much greater determination and price than imagined.

"Then, what are they trying to do with such a heavy price?

"In order to further achieve their goals, will they use any other tricks?

"These are questions ... we don't have answers to."

Chen Siming was slightly in a daze.

Suddenly, I understood Professor Hua's intention a little bit.

Before practicing immortality, he was addicted to various real-time strategy games and thought he had a deep understanding of "strategy".

In his opinion, today's situation was like seeing the enemy raise the barrel, but not realizing that the enemy's shells were loaded with nuclear warheads!

He was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously lowered his head and saw the gold ring on his finger.

This is the wedding ring I just went to replace with my wife last weekend after receiving my salary.

When his wife married him ten years ago, he was just a poor boy and could not afford a gold ring.

…

Heluo experiment is a small one.

The spring breeze blew through the teaching building, blowing the sound of reading into the distance.

Class 3, Grade 4.

The math teacher stood on the podium and made gestures.

"So, four hundred and thirty-one, minus twelve, then minus eighteen, how should we calculate... uh... Chen Zihan, what are you doing?"

He stood on the podium, looking down from a high position, and saw Chen Zihan in a daze, his eyes blurred, muttering "I want to cultivate to immortality... I want to cultivate to immortality..."

As if there was no one around, he took out the "Biography of a Good-for-nothing Cultivation of Immortality" from the desk, turned directly to the last title page, and with a "pop" sound, he knocked his head on it.

"Chen Zihan, we are in class..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Chen Zihan's figure twisting and changing, twisting into a messy, colorful curve together with the book on his forehead, shrinking a little, and disappearing.

Silence fell in the classroom.

The math teacher's eyes widened and he heard the female teacher's scream coming from the next classroom!

"ah!"

He immediately rushed out of the classroom door and saw the female teacher next door running out.

"Teacher Wang, there is a child in our class..."

I saw teachers running out one after another in the corridor. Teachers from almost every class ran out. They all looked panicked and looked around.

"There are two in our class..."

"The little girl in our class..."

"From our class..."

The math teacher was panicked.

More than one student?

More than one class?

perhaps……

even……

More than one school?

…

In the Beijing conference room.

Hua Yuyue faced the camera with a haggard expression and a wry smile.

“Actually, this is the last resort, the most helpless solution.

“It may not work.

"However, our expert team has reviewed it. Maybe... after going to Sequence Seven, can we really find something different? Can it really bring a glimmer of hope?

"Maybe it's just meat buns beating dogs and giving them for free. Anyway..."

He couldn't speak any more.

…

Heluo.

In the conference room.

The atmosphere is even weirder.

In the corridor outside the door, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, as if something happened again?

Chen Siming didn't pay much attention.

After all, this is the Immortal Committee, and emergencies of all sizes happen every day!

He looked at Professor Hua Yuyue on the screen and at the pile of flyers thrown on the table.

Just grab one.

"This thing is a sequence eight talisman?

"Hahahaha, I'm really not thinking about it, and it doesn't look like it."

The silence in the conference room was broken by his laughter.

Everyone looked at him.

The ancient immortal in his mind was also attracted by this flyer.

"The fixed-point teleportation talisman is indeed at the level of Sequence Eight, and it is expensive to make..."

At this moment, Chen Siming slapped the bright red talisman on the flyer onto his forehead.

At the same time, he seals his own immortal energy and consciousness, and reduces the load of the talisman!

brush……

At this moment, his body turned into twisted colorful lines, collapsing towards one point!

"If I die, the Immortal Committee should be able to take good care of my wife and children, right?

"I hope I can find something when I go this time..."

The scene in front of him was blurred. He vaguely heard the exclamations of his colleagues and heard the roar of the ancient immortal master in his mind.

"Bastard thing!"

…

Going to Beijing, the Immortal Committee, in the conference room.

Hua Yu jumped to look at the big screen, at the video conference, and at the small windows. The figures all turned into twisted colorful lines and left...

"enough!

"That's enough!"

With tears in his eyes, he immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Cai Xiaozhen on the front line.

Silence fell in the conference room.

After being shocked, everyone began to care about the front line again, and whether this suicidal temptation would bear fruit?

Wu Jianxian laughed miserably, his smile was weird and complicated, with pain, helplessness, sadness and anger, and admiration.

"We should remember them.

"Their heroism and courage should be remembered!"

…

Huh...woo...

Cold wind poured into the workshop.

On each production line, workers are still drawing familiar talismans with their bloody fingers.

The number of overseers has been greatly reduced.

There were only about twenty supervisors left in the huge workshop, and it even seemed a little deserted.

While supervising the work, Zhang Yupeng glanced at the papyrus workshop.

Today, I heard that many new people are coming to the factory. Brother Cui and most of the supervisors went to welcome the new people!

Look at the stunned workers, and see the sparse fellow supervisors in the distance.

Suddenly a bold idea came to his mind... to visit the papyrus workshop!

Go and see what's in that workshop!

His heart was pounding!

He glanced at the gate, then looked at the distance, and casually grabbed a worker's neck.

"Damn it, you can't do the work anymore, can you? Follow me to the papyrus workshop!"

His face was fierce and his heart was pounding. Just like that, he plucked up the courage and dragged the workers in Mianyang who didn't know how to resist, towards the papyrus workshop.

Along the way, other workers saw it but had no reaction. The other supervisors saw it and said nothing.

In this way, he came all the way to the door of the papyrus workshop and saw that it was a cold metal door.

"call……"

He exhaled, pushed the door open, gathered the workers, and got in!