"My girl is not available, so I want to go there. Xiao Meng, wait for me to get news. I'm a little busy lately." Song Yue said.

"By the way, Grandmaster Miao..." Meng Xudong was actually a little anxious. Although Grandmaster Miao's family currently lives in his manor, and some people have begun to use elite martial arts schools to train martial arts, and some younger ones have also begun to slowly try to integrate into this modern society.

But they are not part of the elite martial arts school after all.

He had reason to believe that once other people noticed this group of people, they might soon start snatching.

After all, such a group of warriors who grew up in a secret realm, who are not familiar with modern society and are very good at all aspects, are popular everywhere.

Fortunately, Zhang Jian is dead. If Zhang Jian is still alive, I am afraid that the Xingwu Academy will have begun to take action to grab people.

"Today...No," Song Yue remembered Zhu Jia and said that he would have a small gathering in the unit tonight to welcome him and Lao Lang, "Tomorrow morning, I can be sure whether I will go to the Western Secret Realm today."

"Okay, this time I'll say it's right, tomorrow!" Meng Xudong and Song Yue confirmed on the other end of the phone, and then hung up the phone with confidence.

"You can do it. I have worked so hard to get one of this tickets. How could someone give it to me? But Song Yue, what are you doing recently? Aren't you an idle and unemployed vagrant?" Xiaoqi asked curiously.

"You are a jobless person. You are a formal job now! You have a staffing agency and you will pay five insurances and one fund! By the way, what level do I have?" Song Yue asked when he was about to see Zhu Jia later. Maybe he is still a department-level cadre...

Xiao Qi looked speechless and said, "I'll come back to sleep at night and go out directly."

Song Yue didn't ask much, anyone might have some little secrets that they don't want others to know.

He called Master and talked about the secret realm of the West. Master pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Since we have decided to let the eagle learn to fly, whether to fly straight to nine days or low altitude depends on its own wishes.

Song Yue asked Master how he was in good health, and he told him unexpectedly that he was fine.

"Just get old diseases, just take care of them."

When she hung up the phone, Song Yue felt sad and couldn't help but curl up. Master was too perfunctory. Can the injury heal after he was raised?

Forget it, I probably won’t be able to help him at all now, and even if I say it, it’s useless.

It’s better to improve your strength silently.

The Taiyi Body Forging Sutra and the Tianzun Spiritual Method brought him too much!

This also greatly increased Song Yue's confidence and confidence.

In the past, it may be just a lofty ideal to become a martial arts saint in the future, just like a child who said he would become a scientist and astronaut when he grew up.

But now he said this again, it was no longer as simple as an ideal, but became a real...a goal that could be achieved.

According to convention, Song Yue started training in his own courtyard. The pair of stone locks that had been difficult to hold for more than ten minutes before were now held in his hand, but now he felt a little lighter.

Let’s add another fifty kilograms to each!

Forget it, you have to find someone to customize it. Elite martial arts schools should have more advanced ones.

After training for the whole morning, Song Yue, who was sweating all over, was about to take a shower and go to the abnormal affairs management department to report when he suddenly received a gentle call.

"Brother, thank you!"

The gentleness and softness on the other end of the phone thanked him.

What she actually wants to say is awe. Although she does not agree with the description of Lao Lang's "Western Factory", in fact, it is a bit similar.

However, the vast majority of them deal with are restless monsters in the world and people with demonic bloodlines. Only in a very rare case do other things.

No wonder Lao Lang is so proud. It turns out that the level is so high?

Song Yue felt that he should also make some achievements quickly and raise the level.

When you go out like this, you have the confidence to brag with others, right?

Have you ever seen such a young deputy county level?

That feels great.

The three of them came to the cafeteria, and except for a few masters who cooked, they could hardly see anyone coming to have a meal.

Zhao Peng, the boss of the branch with a beard, was nowhere to be seen.

Zhu Jia taught Song Yue and Lao Lang how to use their pupils to identify and make food, and like the two, the food in the tray looked like a hill.

Facing Song Yue and Lao Lang's strange eyes, Zhu Jia explained without changing his expression: "Although I am a cultivator, I also practice martial arts at the same time, so I am half a martial artist!"

If you can eat, admit it. What's the big deal? Anyway, I won't marry such a foodie home.

Song Yue thought to himself.

Although this place is a canteen, the master's craftsmanship is very good and the taste is particularly good.

The key is the ingredients!

Not only fresh, but also top quality!

Although Sister Wang has always been responsible for purchasing the ingredients at home, Song Yue has been there several times. The ingredients that specialize in replenishing qi and blood for Wu Fu are very expensive.

It’s more than ten times as much as the beef and mutton that ordinary people eat!

Therefore, it is really not easy for children from poor families to become warriors.

It's hard to bear just eating.

Therefore, even if you follow the path of martial arts, you will probably not go far, and you may not reach the level of a master in your entire life.

"We don't need money to eat here, right?" Song Yue felt a little guilty when he ate.

Zhu Jia, who was eating meat in a big mouthful, almost laughed and glared at Song Yue: "Eat yours, what money do you want?"

A master behind laughed and said, "If you want to eat as much as you want, add it if you don't have enough!"

That's a good relationship!

Song Yue immediately took the pallet without hesitation and came another hill.

Zhu Jia looked at the meat on Song Yue's plate with a black head and silently raised a thumb.

Half a warrior really can't compare to the whole thing.

After dinner, Song Yue asked Zhu Jia: "Can we take leave?"

Lao Lang couldn't help but say, "You were late on the first day of work and came at noon. Now you still want to ask for leave?"

I feel that young people are too unserious in their attitude towards work. Even people like him who go to work, drink tea and read newspapers can't stand it.

As a result, Zhu Jia, who was beside him, blinked and asked, "Do you have something to do?"

Song Yue nodded: "I want to go to the West, and a secret realm is opened there."

Just when Lao Lang thought Zhu Jia would refuse completely, he saw a hint of clarity on the girl's round face: "Oh, okay, then go."

Lao Lang suddenly felt that he didn't want to think about the tea on the table and the newspapers. He felt that he had thought the abnormal affairs management department too high in the past, and that it was a bit collapsed now.

"Is this possible?" He looked at Zhu Jia and asked.

"Yes, you are a special consultant, and you can't even use it to work." Zhu Jia looked at Lao Lang with a smile: "As long as you need your help, you can come."

"That's it!" Lao Lang stood up, patted the non-existent gray on his body, and stood up and walked out: "Then I'll leave."

Zhu Jia: “…”

Then she chased her out and shouted, "There is a welcome dinner tonight!"

The old wolf head, who had already reached the end of the corridor, waved his hand without looking back: "Forget it, you will feel uncomfortable if someone of my level goes there. Young people can go play by themselves!"

Zhu Jia returned to Song Yue’s office speechlessly and said, “I wouldn’t tell him if I had known it!”

Song Yue said: "His he really left?"

Zhu Jia nodded and said, "Forget it, if you don't participate, don't participate. Anyway, there are some people who don't like to contact the demon clan."

Song Yue wanted to explain to Lao Lang a few words, saying that he is not bad, but after thinking about it, let’s forget it. The prejudice in people’s hearts is a mountain and it is difficult to be moved away.

At night, Zhu Jia took Song Yue out of the management office building and turned to a small alley next to him.

"We won't ride a bike very close." Zhu Jia said as she walked.

Song Yuexin said that that was the best.

The two walked for seven or eight minutes and arrived at a somewhat dilapidated old building. There were all kinds of luxury vehicles parked at the door.

Song Yue doesn't know much about cars, but he can also see that these cars are very valuable.

"Business is quite popular here?" He asked strangely as he looked at the old three-story building.

"It's okay, these cars are all driven by our people." Zhu Jia said casually.

So rich!

Song Yue couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He hadn't even asked Zhu Jia how much he earned a month, and Zhu Jia seemed to have forgotten to tell him.

When collecting pupil recognition, I mentioned that salary will be transferred to your personal credit account on time every month.

The two then walked into the old building. After entering, Song Yue discovered that there was a unique world here.

This place is a bit like a music bar. As soon as you enter the door, there is a hall with more than a dozen tables of all sizes. However, in the middle of the hall, there are thick tree trunks, with some exquisite wooden houses connected by small spider-web-like bridges, and the design is very clever.

At this time, there were not many guests in the hall. Zhu Jia took Song Yue directly to the second floor and entered a large private room inside. At this time, more than a dozen people had sat in the private room.
To be continued...