I made myths

Chapter 168 Learning Courses After Reiki Recovery
【Is the third template allowed to give birth to spirituality? 】

"Consent to be born."

After saying these words, Wen Qian's soul returned to his body, and the eyes of the body named Wang Anlan were dull, and then regained their brilliance in an instant.

At this moment, he was already a special individual. He looked around, sat down cross-legged, and started to practice silently.

This is the character established for him, a monk who travels through time, only to prove the pinnacle of Taoism.

Wen Qian on the other side has already turned over, from lying on the bed to lying on the bed.

His eyes were dull, and he looked very tired. After a while, he took out his mobile phone silently, and read the news that kept swiping the screen:
[Another manifestation of Shenliu!Drag the huge space ship from the universe!Suspected alien civilization invasion! 】

[The Chinese army gathers in Kunlun!Fierce battles with alien civilizations!Kunlun Mountain was stripped from the earth!Thanks to the help of Shenliu, he returned with a big victory! 】

[Spirit recovery?Alien invasion?Yujian flying?Spaceship?Is this world on the technological side or the mysterious side?What is the most worthy of our choice to become stronger? 】

[China has been attacked by alien civilizations, and the West has also been treated equally. Blue Star has entered the era of the big league!Hand in hand to defeat the foreign enemy! 】

"Who uses exclamation and question marks as commas?"

Wen Qian was speechless. The standard remarks in the comment area, except for the positive remarks that are more robots than robots, are completely brainless, and they are almost normal people.

He was used to watching, and there was no disturbance in his heart. After all, he couldn't see the real appearance of the other party along the network cable before, and now that he has the strength, he doesn't bother to talk to them.

Looking at the last piece of news about the West being invaded by the Green Star, he was aroused a little interest.

"During the Kunlun Mountains battle, not only I, but also the Fuxi army from Xiaoyinyin, won the victory narrowly and narrowly, but the West did not have any foreign aid. How did they win?"

"Even if the three main ships are gathered together, and only ten auxiliary ships are dispatched to the west, it is not something ordinary people can deal with?"

Wen Qian searched for relevant information on the Internet, and soon found all kinds of hidden news, even photos and videos of the confrontation with the Lvshengxing auxiliary ship.

Although the picture may be blurred due to the influence of spiritual energy, it is possible to roughly see the specific situation at that time.

In the video, the ten auxiliary ships of Lu Shengxing also used the attack method of flying in the sky and shooting towards the ground.

The Western army also chose the defensive method of artillery coverage, but it was still useless and was killed indiscriminately.

Just when the army was about to perish, a pair of huge pure white wings suddenly appeared in the sky, emitting a bright holy light, completely covering the entire sky.

Vaguely, two feathers flew out from the holy light, followed by the flames of the ship exploding in the sky, and deafening cheers, people were shouting for angels.

Look at the title again, [Hell invaded the world, God sent angels to save all living beings. 】

"Westerners like to engage in beliefs. If you believe in God, you might as well believe in me. At least I treat everyone equally to practice the law."

Wen Qian said so, but he was also very curious about the West.

During the period of the Three Emperors, he could be regarded as traveling all over the world, but he never met a Westerner, which is obviously very unreasonable.

"Could it be that they were born later? Haha."

Wen Qian was amused by his own thoughts, and watched the video again, but couldn't see any clues, so he turned off the phone and stopped watching the messy information.

Suddenly he became leisurely, but he began to feel uncomfortable.

Lie on the bed and turn on the phone for a while and then turn it off immediately, take out the book and throw it back before opening it, anyway, it is uncomfortable.

Looking at the evening scene outside the window, he thought for a moment, and said to himself: "Forget it, let's go for a walk, although it's embarrassing to be alone."

Walking on the road, except for the old man and the old lady, there are almost no people walking.

I remember that in Wenzhen before the aura had recovered, almost every household would come out for a walk after lunch, not for anything else, just to chat.

But now?With a mobile phone and cultivation, who can be idle?

Originally, at the beginning, no one even went out to work. They thought they were extremely talented, and they could reach the state of being able to live without food in a few days.

But the reality is that it keeps slapping faces. Normal people can't live the life they want by practicing. The world is still in the hands of the rich.

Even if their talents are not good, the world has not yet collapsed, and money is still paramount.

Most people still need to work to support themselves, and at night they drag their tired bodies back home, in order not to be thrown away by others, they practice without sleeping at night.

Even those hours of fun were spent on cultivation, making their lives even more boring.

I want to make a lot of money but dare not pay, I want to be worthy of my conscience, but I always complain because I have no money.

Have your cake and eat it too?How can there be such a good thing in the world?How could it possibly fall on his own head?

Wen Qian walked aimlessly, his thoughts had already gone to nowhere.

"Young man, are you alone?"

Suddenly, he was stopped by an old man's voice, turned his head to look, not one, but a group.

Three old men and three old ladies walked together together.

"Ah, isn't it all right, come out for a walk."

Wen Qian waited for them to catch up and responded that he had joined their team and chatted with them:

"Go for a walk, young people nowadays like to stay at home, and they don't know how to move around."

An old lady complained loudly: "My eight-year-old grandson knows how to practice all day long."

"Isn't it good to practice?" An old man, who seems to be her husband, retorted: "The courses they study have also changed. They deducted foreign languages ​​and miscellaneous homework that I couldn't understand. It has become a practice class, and time is specially reserved for children to practice, in order to make the new generation better adapt to this world."

"It's a good change!"

The other uncle, who was wearing the most familiar and respected hat, was very happy, and said with a smile: "His grandma, she learned a foreign language like a bird, but she couldn't understand her own words, so she still learned a foreign language? Just think about our time... ..."

"Don't forget about your time. You have changed twice now, and you still talk about Chen Diaozi's rotten millet. Now you still have bad legs and feet."

"Tch, what do you know? This is a man's honor! I am willing to shed this blood."

"Yes, yes, then why don't you practice? If you practice well, you will continue to bleed if you revert to your youth."

(End of this chapter)