Resurrection of Reiki: The State Invites to Be the Director of the Weird Bureau

Wang Jian nodded and said, "Then send a team back to the Martyrs Cemetery to collect the heroes who want to go home, and then send people to the place."

"Well, let's arrange it like this. Wang Jian, you can arrange it. Let's take the heroes to the hotel first."

"it is good."

Afterwards, a group of people drove to Sunshine Hotel.

Lin Zixuan didn't go, but stood at the gate of the city hall, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and looked at it with deep eyes.

"What's wrong?" Wang Jian couldn't help laughing when he saw his appearance.

Lin Zixuan shook his head, said with a faint smile, "It's nothing, just thinking about it, with so many heroes coming back, we have greater confidence in future wars."

"En." Wang Jian nodded. There are 400 million heroes and martyrs in their hands, all of whom are at the level of wraith spirits.

With so much combat power, it's hard to believe how it's possible not to win.

Unless there is an accident, otherwise, it is impossible to fall.

"What are your plans recently?"

Lin Zixuan chuckled lightly when he heard the words, and said, "Everything that needs to be arranged has already been arranged, and I also want to retreat and practice, and strive to break through to a higher level next year."

"Retreat? Well..." Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, and he also understood that he was too busy now, and he didn't seem to have practiced well.

And now there is nothing he needs to do, and the retreat is also very good.

Nodding his head, he said, "Then where are you going to retreat? Jade Emperor Secret Realm?"

"No." Lin Zixuan shook his head, and said, "I'm going to a place that is even richer in aura than the Jade Emperor Secret Realm, and it's in Shennong Valley."

"Um..." Wang Jian knew about it, but he didn't expect that there was such a place there, and said, "You are in seclusion, if we have important matters to find you, how can we find you?"

Lin Zixuan said with a smile: "Don't worry about it. When the time comes, if something really important happens, you can go to Xue'er. I've already ordered her."

"Since this is the case, then I can rest assured." Wang Jian patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work. When the crisis is resolved, your burden can be relieved."

Lin Zixuan let out a long sigh, and said, "I'm used to hard work and not hard work. Now that there are millions of heroes here, the pressure in my heart has also eased a lot. Wait, the crisis will be resolved soon."

"Well, I really hope that day will come soon, and the era of cultivation in our Kyushu Kingdom will be completely opened. By then, everyone will be a cultivator."

"Hahaha, don't worry, that era will come soon, with immortality, eternal beauty, all diseases can be cured, and everything is in the process of cultivation."

"Really, then I have to practice hard, otherwise I will die of old age, and I won't be able to see this prosperous era."

"That's true, but when the world changes drastically, the aura is completely revived, and some elixir appears one after another. If you refine a elixir called Zengshou Pill, you can increase your lifespan."

"You really know a lot, can you practice this thing?"

"will not."

"..."

Wang Jian looked at him speechlessly, he didn't expect you to say anything, you said it in such detail, he thought you knew how to practice.

Shaking his head, he said, "No, you're just talking nonsense, you're just making a big cake for me."

Lin Zixuan laughed when he heard the words, and said: "I don't know it, but it doesn't mean that others don't know it. Among practitioners, there is a profession called alchemist. High-level alchemists can make longevity pills."

Wang Jian took a look at him and said, "It's as if you didn't say anything, we have a fart alchemist."

"Don't worry, after the world changes, the talents of countless people will be revealed. Find out the alchemists with good talents and cultivate them."

"Hehe, okay, you can do the training of alchemists, after all, you understand."

"..." Lin Zixuan really wanted to slap his own mouth, because he really had nothing to do to find a job for himself.

Ugh.

After chatting for a few more words, the two went to do their own things.

Chapter 179 A Familiar Home, A Familiar Mother

In the martyrs cemetery, many soldiers began to collect the needs of the heroes.

Going to play, eating, shopping, etc., can be satisfied.

However, in the warrior's collection, the most common one is the wish to go home.

He once left home when he was young, left his parents behind, and ran to the front line without hesitation to defend his family and country.

They are worthy of the country, but they are sorry for their parents.

Now that decades have passed, it is unknown whether the parents are there or not.

But... the earliest batch of era fighters, by now, their parents must have passed away.

However, the heroes still want to go back to their hometown to take a look and stay in that familiar place.

After collecting for about a day, Wang Jian began to arrange vehicles to send the heroes back to their hometowns.

Because some heroes wanted to return to their hometown quietly and low-key, they changed into ordinary buses and sent them back.

As for how to get back, it will be set up in one place, where the bus will stop, and wait for the heroes to come by themselves.

At this moment, in the martyr's cemetery, one after another, heroes and martyrs walked out towards their hometown.

……

Xingshan Village.

Time flies, and a bus stops at the entrance of the village.

A hero came down.

Name: Zhang Niu.

"Senior, you know the location, if you want to come back then, go there." The staff laughed.

Zhang Niu nodded and saluted, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble, let's go first." Then, the bus closed the door and continued to drive forward.

Zhang Niu turned around and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar village.

After decades of leaving, the appearance of the village has changed greatly, and there are no traces of leaving that year.

Only the village sees the stele, which is engraved with the three characters of Xingshan Village.

Only then did Zhang Niu know that this was indeed his former hometown.

Counting the time, he has been away for more than 60 years, will his mother still be alive?

When we left, my mother and father were already in their thirties, nearly forty.

If he is still alive, he is at least a hundred years old now.

But Zhang Niu couldn't help thinking, can his parents really live to this day?

Disaster……

But there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart, hoping that my parents are still waiting for me, waiting for me to come back.

Zhang Niu took a difficult step and walked towards the village.

As a military soul, he can change his clothes at will.

To avoid attracting attention, I changed into ordinary clothes, that is, modern casual clothes.

It was when he was on the road that he saw that the people were wearing nice clothes, so he changed into this one.

Walking into Xingshan Village, walking on a smooth cement road, surrounded by beautiful houses.

Zhang Niu couldn't help feeling that the dilapidated village in those days was different now.

That beautiful house was unimaginable back then.

Now all the villagers have changed into new houses.

Watching all the way, the passing villagers did not realize that Zhang Niu was in a soul body at the moment.

After all, under the protection of the fate of the country, heroes like Zhang Niu, after awakening, are no different from people full of vitality unless they are funny.

However, the village is not big or small, and all the villagers know each other well. Zhang Niu's strange face also caught the attention of a bearded man.

Carrying a hoe and wearing a straw hat, he came to the side, and said with a smile: "Young man, you are very unfamiliar, did you come from outside?"

Hearing this, Zhang Niu looked at the big tree, nodded and smiled, "Yes, come here to find someone."

"Look for someone." The uncle patted his chest and said to himself: "Young man, tell me who you are looking for. Uncle will take you there. Otherwise, if you wander around, you won't be able to find a place."

"This..." Zhang Niu wanted to find it by himself, but now the village has changed a lot, and he can't remember where the house used to be.

He could only helplessly laugh and said, "That's troublesome uncle. I want to find two people, a man and a woman. The man's name is Zhang Dadi, and the woman's name is Wang Cuilan."

"Zhang Dadi...Wang Cuilan..." The uncle murmured to himself and thought.

Looking somewhere, he paused and said, "I really don't know about Zhang Dadi, but I do know about Wang Cuilan."

When Zhang Niu didn't know his father's name, he knew that his father might be gone, and he felt a little sad in his heart.

But when my mother and uncle knew about it, I couldn't help showing a little excitement in my eyes, and said quickly: "Uncle, is she still alive?"

The uncle smiled and said, "Of course he's still alive. He's the longest-lived person in our village. It just so happens that today is her [-]th birthday, and it's bustling with people right now."

"Crackling, crackling." At this moment, there was a sudden sound of firecrackers.

When the uncle heard it, he immediately said: "It's started, young man, you can see it. Walk towards the smoke, and you can see it. It's a tile-roofed house."

"Thank you uncle..."

"You're welcome."

Uncle left.

Zhang Niu stared blankly at the place where the smoke rose, feeling at a loss in his heart.

I am about to meet my mother.

Does mother still recognize herself?

Do you still recognize the son who once left?

he does not know.

He was a little scared, afraid that his mother would not recognize him.

I am also afraid that my mother will blame myself.

A tear dripped slowly from his eyes, and his throat wriggled.

Zhang Niu took a deep breath, took a step, and walked towards the place where the smoke rose...

"Crackling..." On the side of a tile-roofed house, firecrackers kept exploding in an open space.

There are about dozens of people in the small courtyard of the tile house, including men, women and children.

Tables are placed in the courtyard.

Chicken, duck, fish, etc., everyone was busy cleaning.

The children are running happily in the yard.

A festive scene.

And at a table, an old woman with a wrinkled face, but a rosy complexion and a full of energy sat on a stool.

There was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, talking to the child from time to time.

"Grandma, happy birthday!"

"Hey, grandma gave you a red envelope."

"Thank you grandma!"

In the small courtyard, everyone is smiling and happy.

Outside the small courtyard, Zhang Niu had already arrived here, and with a glance, he could still see the traces of the past.

It's just that he doesn't know anyone in the courtyard.

Perhaps a descendant of the younger brother.

Zhang Niu's heart trembled when he saw the old woman.

A cordial feeling came from the old lady.

Zhang Niu had nothing else to look at, but stared closely at the old grandma.