“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sixian South Road is located in the suburbs of the west of the city, and there are even roosters crowing in the early morning.

Yang Ge, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and felt the true energy in his body a little.

The cool and light Xuanming true qi fills the meridians of practicing martial arts.

The black energy in the dantian also increased by about one-twentieth.

It seems that adapting to the power of the sixth level can prepare for the impact of the fifth level.

This is the best thing for martial arts practitioners.

To cultivate Taoism, we must cultivate the mind.

Buddha practices to be enlightened.

Only martial arts practitioners can take great strides forward as long as they accumulate enough practice!

Of course, the level of martial arts cultivation has improved too quickly and is not completely without sequelae.

In this era of equating strength, status and treatment, the level of practice that improves too quickly often leads to mental imbalance, and it is easy to become arrogant and arrogant.

Once a person is floating, he doesn't know what his surname is.

As the old saying goes, if the heaven lets it perish, it must first let it expand.

But this phenomenon mostly occurs in those geniuses who succeeded in young people.

After twenty times, all the geniuses who became famous and profitable were eventually defeated...

This situation rarely occurs for those who have a strong enough life experience.

Their lives are enough to carry such victory and glory!

In short, if virtue is not in harmony with one's position, it will cause trouble.

Yang Ge's life experience may not be heavy enough.

However, he has not entered the warrior realm for ten years after practicing the "Yi Jin Jing". His experience of repeated defeats and repeated defeats has sharpened a strong heart that is strong enough to calm down the imbalance of mentality caused by the surge in strength.

Moreover, the environment is also a very important factor.

If Yang Ge was still on campus, he would only come into contact with samurai of nine or eighth level, immersed in the "big boss" and "big god" all day long, it is hard to say whether he can hold on to it.

But he has already made his way into the world of practice.

What you face is either a fierce ghost or a fierce ghost.

What I came into contact with was not a wild middle-aged gangster like Lei Hu or Ding Meng who fought across the border in minutes.

Even Sanqi, Jian Ren and Xinheng, who look at the entire Daxia, can deserve a young talented cultivation genius!

He felt from the bottom of his heart that his progress...is not worth mentioning!

...

Yang Ge opened the roller shutter door.

The slightly darker skylight in early winter morning fell into the motorcycle club.

He stepped out of the door and stood in front of the door and stretched his waist long.

Then he looked around and saw that the door of the street had not even opened, so he turned around and walked back to the club, preparing to set a bowl of egg noodles for himself.

But after a while, he heard the sharp sound of brakes outside the door.

He poked his head out and saw the second-generation official in suit and ties, with a tired face and a messy hair, walking down from a black A4, carrying a large bag of steaming big buns in his hand.

Yes, breakfast is located.

He turned off the fire, picked up the rag and walked out while wiping his hands: "Just get off work?"

"Um."

The second-generation official stood at the door, lit a cigarette, and took a sip.

He was on duty last night.

I rushed over after work.

Yang Ge brought out a folding small square table and placed it in the house, then pulled out two plastic stools.

The second-generation official threw the buns and soy milk in his hand onto the small square table, took the plastic stool he handed over, and sat at the small square table.

"Last night, the new deputy director of the branch held me in the office and talked to me. I didn't ask, what happened after you rushed over last night?"

He grabbed two cups of soy milk from the food bag, inserted it into a straw, and pushed one of them in front of Yang Ge.

Yang Ge picked up the soy milk and took a sip, took out his chopsticks and picked up a big bun and bite it off half: "Last night's incident was a bit complicated. I mean, before the branch staff had all been fully supplemented, you should not worry about this case. I have made an appointment with a few new friends to deal with this case together."

The second-generation official looked up and looked at him, and suddenly laughed, "Why, Wu Ying is so angry that he looks down on his old brother?"

Yang Ge was unmoved: "You know what I mean, don't be nonsense."

The second-generation official grabbed a bun and ate it: "You have to teach your brother how to write this report."

Yang Ge thought about it and felt that this matter really had to be explained clearly to them. These middle-aged young and dandy guys were all kids who crashed through the wall and never looked back. If they didn't explain it clearly to him, he would definitely go back and check it out by himself.

Without saying much, he got up with the bun in his mouth, went back to the room to take out a black leather bag, bounced his female finger open and shook it towards the open space in the room.

A ray of black light shot out from the skin and landed on the ground, turning into a black armored, tall horse with a horse's back as tall as a human.

The second generation official suddenly widened his eyes, and the half-pulled bun in his hand was almost scared: "Damn, what's this thing?"

Yang Ge gently patted the tall horse and licked his horse's face, and did not take it back into his skin. He sat straight to the small square table, grabbed a big bun and continued to chew: "What you asked me to deal with last night was its owner. I met a group of people behind him and joined forces to become a ghost. Well, the boss of its owner. According to their speculation, there is a more ruthless behind the ghost. Conservatively estimated, the ghost general level!"

The skin in his hand was given to him by Sanqi, and it was the magic weapon for Taoist soldiers to store Taoist soldiers.

According to Sanqi, this kind of mischief is not rare, but it is not common. If properly trained, it will be a good tool for transportation.

Yang Ge also felt that this ghost horse was very good with him. Last night he had tried to transfer his Xuanming true energy to this ghost horse.

It is indeed feasible. After Xuanming's true energy merged into this ghost horse's body, the ghost horse was obviously closer to him.

This ghost horse itself is a fierce ghost level. If it can be trained to become a fierce ghost level, it will indeed be a great help... At least, it will not be in the dilemma of catching the leader of the motorcycle with one hand and squeezing ghosts with a knife.

However, it is a bit difficult to operate, so you must carefully control the output of Xuanming true qi and do not have any intention of attacking.

Otherwise, the black energy in his dantian will surge out along with the true energy.

With the characteristics of black energy to kill ghost flow, if a trace of Xuanming's true energy merges into the body of this ghost horse, its life will be gone.

Not at present, this ghost horse can only ride at night, and it must wait until it is promoted to the ghost level before it can withstand the sunlight for a short time.

Yang Ge continued to eat buns.

The second-generation official stared at him blankly: "It's gone?"

Yang Ge nodded: "It's gone!"

The second-generation official slammed the table in anger: "Then you write the report?"

Yang Ge: "It's all my business. I'm not from Tai'an Bureau anymore. Besides, I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. That is, I have made some improvements in martial arts these days. If it's still the warrior realm, you cheated me last night!"

When Yang Ge mentioned this, the second-generation official was also a little embarrassed: "Isn't this too inexplicable for those two rookies in one subject? When they met, they were seriously injured by the fierce ghost. They didn't figure out anything... I promise, I won't know next time!"

Yang Ge looked at him angrily: "Do you want to have a next time? I will block your phone number if I turn around!"

The second generation official said quickly: "It's not that it's not that. Brother is definitely not meant to cheat you. In this way, my brother will apply for you as a consultant position. The benefits are the same as well. There are no mandatory tasks. In this way, you can continue to use the Nandou mission system in the bureau... What do you say later?"

Yang Ge thought about it and felt that the position of consultant seemed pretty good, which not only made him use the resources of Tai'an Bureau to hunt ghosts, but also did not have the troubles of mixed-systems: "That group of people have a very good background, including those from the White Horse Temple, the Chunjun Sword Sect, and the White Tiger Academy. They have already agreed. While inviting helpers, they continue to track the traces of the ghost general. When the helpers arrive, they will set up a formation to fuck the ghost general."

The second-generation official frowned and said, "Isn't this a nonsense? It's not enough to commit suicide. You have to pull your brothers into the water together? That ghost will be able to do it by ordinary people?"

Yang Ge ate buns on his own and didn't say anything.

The second-generation official glanced at him: "What did you say?"

Yang Ge: "I didn't say much, just call me when I asked them to do it!"

"Bang."

The second-generation official slapped the small square table: "They are making a fool of themselves, why are you making fun of them? They have never seen ghost generals, have you never seen them?"

Yang Ge swallowed the bun in his mouth slowly: "Then, you, or Tai'an Bureau, have a better solution?"

The second-generation official face froze.

In the battle of Jinyun Mountain, the spiritual energy of the Western Theater Command was severely damaged.

The upper third-level strong men in Zhong'an City were almost wiped out.

If Tai'an Bureau wants to touch this ghost general, it will have to report and second to third-level strong men from other core cities.

But the previous battle in Jinyun Mountain has been seconded once, and there are still loans but no returns.

Now that I’m seconded... I’m afraid I don’t know how long it takes to go.

The strong man in the upper third level is a big treasure that is surrounded by stars everywhere.

Who would like to lend his own upper-level third-level strongman to die?

Yang Ge took a sip of soy milk and said slowly: "These people are not people who are ignorant of the world. If they dare to open this group, they will naturally feel a little bit forced. Not to mention that they will definitely push this ghost general, but they should be sure to protect themselves, so let them make trouble."
To be continued...