Chapter 9 Wentian Pavilion
After a long time, when everything calmed down, he withdrew from the sea of consciousness. He immediately felt his own power, and felt that he could destroy the world with just a wave of his hand.
Of course, this was an illusion after his cultivation level increased rapidly, an illusion of too much power change in a short period of time.
After stabilizing his mind, Wang Zijia did not get up immediately, but began to constantly consolidate his cultivation.
It lasted until dawn, and Wang Zijia slowly finished his work, and the surging breath slowly converged.
The assassin skills he practiced originally had the characteristics of concealment and stealth. Therefore, after breaking through the innate, the effect was stronger. So it was also very fast to stabilize the breath.
First, he sorted out the pills, 27 bottles, and deliberately bought one more bottle as a backup, but only ate 25 and a half bottles, and there were 5 pills left.
He looked at the 5 violent pills and didn't plan to eat them today.
He put them in a small wooden box, and then counted the money. The savings of his predecessor and his father for most of his life had been exhausted by his one-day ho-ho, leaving only 7 magic coins.
But if I can achieve innateness, then I have made money.
He took out the last of the magic money and put it in his purse. This money can't be saved.
Why am I suddenly poor?
Didn't I inherit a large sum of money?
I was inexplicably infected with the poverty disease of my previous life. Am I poisoned?
Yesterday, I was still lamenting that I had a car, a house, and savings, and my life was perfect. Today, I suddenly have to count my fingers to live. The huge gap made Wang Zijia speechless.
Money, what a bastard, it's like this in any world, and it's not worth spending!
It's hard to make money, but it's hard to climb to the sky!
It hurts!
With thoughts surging in his mind, Wang Zijia hid the small wooden box back into the secret compartment, touched his stomach, and was not very hungry.
Compared with poison, the violent pill is indeed better in terms of pure transformation. After all, when it is temporarily increased, it does burst out a lot of true energy. After the transformation, there is no need to add anything extra.
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After putting the things back and tidying up the secret room, it was already daybreak.
Fortunately, Wang Zijia did not go back to sleep. He was not only young, but also a congenital master. Now he would not be too tired if he did not sleep for three or five days. At most, it would affect the normal development of his body.
After a moment of silence, he began to practice martial arts in the yard.
"Squeak..."
"Young Master, you get up earlier and earlier."
Before the practice was finished, the nanny Wang Sao opened the door to the yard and was stunned when she entered the room.
"I couldn't sleep these two days." Wang Zijia replied.
Wang Dan hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Young Master, the master has been gone for almost half a year, and it's time to let it go."
Wang Zijia paused in his martial arts practice, smiled and said: "I understand, thank you Wang Sao for your concern."
"That's good, that's good!" During the conversation, Wang Sao said no more, turned into the kitchen, and started to make dinner.
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Because he had asked for leave today, after Wang's wife finished cooking, he let her leave.
He slowly finished eating, cleaned up in a hurry, and thought about the next move.
The biggest problem was the mastermind behind the impersonation the day before. But he and his predecessor had no clue about this matter, and were completely blind. They could only keep the same in the face of changes.
In addition, the most urgent issue was the spiritual root problem.
Although the martial arts cultivation could continue to improve, in this world, the Taoist sect was extraordinary and constantly suppressed the world, so that the rules should be inclined to the Taoist sect.
Therefore, he did not intend to fight against the martial arts all the way.
If there was no chance, it would be fine, but although he did not have a spiritual root, he had an equivalent balance, which did not mean that there was no possibility.
Who would want to rush into martial arts if they could cultivate the Tao to become immortals? After all, compared with longevity, the advantage of immortals should not be too great.
Therefore, his current goal was very clear, to find a way to obtain spiritual roots and get himself a spiritual root.
Don't be too rebellious, even the worst ones will do.
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After making up his mind, it was already noon.
Before Wang Zijia went out to get the news, he hesitated for a long time in front of the bronze mirror, and finally did not dare to "operate" on his body.
Using the equivalent balance to change one's appearance is a very simple problem. Just exchange the fat and fat, and then make a slight change on the face. It is just a 3D version of the photo editing job.
The fundamental reason why he didn't do it in the end was that it was easy to change one's appearance, but it would test his skills to change it back intact.
Considering these, Wang Zijia didn't do any disguise in the end, and didn't even cover it up much. Anyway, his identity was not something that could be seen in the light.
After leaving the yard, he skillfully called a carriage and headed towards the central city.
On the way, the carriage suddenly stopped and leaned against the street.
"What's wrong?" Wang Zijia frowned slightly, and while asking, he opened the curtain of the car and looked forward.
"Sir, the law enforcement team is going out!" The coachman replied.
Without the other party's explanation, Wang Zijia had already seen that in front of the street, a team of sect law enforcement team, all monks wearing the clothes of Wanyu Sect's outer disciples, quickly passed through the street.
Wang Zijia frowned, watched the other party leave, and asked: "What happened in the past two days?"
According to the memory of the previous body, the law enforcement team rarely had such a scene on duty, and usually it was the city guards who were active.
"I don't know much, but it has been more than three days since the strict inspection. I seem to have heard people on the street say who they are investigating, and the city gates are almost closed!" The coachman drove the carriage again and said.
Wang Zijia looked at the street where the law enforcement team disappeared for a moment, and ignored it.
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After a while, Wang Zijia came to Wanyu Street in the city center again. Of course, he was not here to work.
He crossed the street and came to a corner of the street, in front of a small and ordinary-looking store.
Wentian Pavilion.
‘It should be here! ’
Looking at the shop sign, Wang Zijia thought and entered the shop.
The layout of the shop was very strange. There was no counter at the entrance, just a small hall, but there were many reception clerks standing at the door.
There was a large side door on both sides of the room.
As soon as Wang Zijia stepped into the door, a clerk came up. He did not look down on Wang Zijia's immature face, and said respectfully: "Sir, do you want to buy or sell?"
Wang Zijia paused and said: "Buy."
"Please come this way!" The clerk smiled and made a gesture of invitation.
Then Wang Zijia was led by him and walked into the side room from the side door.
There is something special here. The side room is not just one room, but a row of small rooms, which is somewhat similar to the appraisal room in Wanyuzhai.
Wang Zijia was led by the clerk into a room. It was a room of several square meters, with only a reception table and two chairs. It looked like a private room in a high-end tea shop.
The clerk bowed to Wang Zijia, motioned him to sit in the seat in the room, and then left.
Wang Zijia, who came here for the first time, frowned slightly. Before he could do anything, a middle-aged man walked out of another door in the middle of the room.
He was about forty years old, dressed like a scholar, and was full of elegance.
The other party bowed to Wang Zijia, and Wang Zijia stood up and returned the greeting. Then the other party didn't say anything politely, and went straight to the point in a simple and clear manner: "What do you want to ask, fellow Taoist?"
Listening to the other party's words, Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief. At least the original owner's memory was correct. This Wentian Pavilion was the information sales store in Wanyu City.
Wang Zijia also went straight to the point in an unusually concise manner: "How do mortals practice the law?"