The next day, Zhang Yuanqing received a text message from Guan Ya:

"Wang Qian's identity has been verified and there is no problem. Since it was an accident, it is not illegal to refine a spiritual servant."

"OK."

"Go to the hospital and ask Wang Qian to fill out a 'Spirit Realm Walker File' and a letter of guarantee, and then come back and file it. After all, this is your case."

"OK."

"You're so good. I'll give you another suggestion. You've been joining an official organization for a while. It's time to develop your own connections and channels. The Killing Stop Palace is a relatively influential non-governmental organization in Songhai. You can try to recruit Wang Qian.

As an informant, I might be able to get in touch with the Killing Suppression Palace in the future."

"What a good idea. This way, my future daughter-in-law won't have difficulty giving birth."

"Haha, you are so funny...Well, speaking of which, the time for you to enter the spiritual realm for the second time is coming soon."

"I hope it won't be S-class anymore."

"It shouldn't happen, but from a probability perspective, it's not impossible. Both Shi Chang and I are looking forward to your performance in the second spiritual realm."

"Why?"

"The single-person spiritual realm tests your talent, while the multi-person spiritual realm is for training your abilities. Maybe the dungeon is not as dangerous as the single-person spiritual realm, but you will meet other spiritual realm practitioners there, which will increase many uncertain factors. At this time, a person's comprehensive

What quality you have is immediately apparent."

In the midst of casual chats, Zhang Yuancheng finished washing and sat down at the dining table.

"Which little goblin are you chatting with?" My aunt chirped angrily and came over.

"None of your business." Zhang Yuanqing pressed her forehead and pushed her away.

Jiang Yuyi angrily launched a PK, Zhang Yuanqing responded without timidity, and then both of them were suppressed by the grumpy grandmother.

After breakfast, Zhang Yuanqing put on a cap and mask and went out, taking a taxi to Pingtai Hospital.

In the outpatient office, Zhang Yuanqing looked at the depressed young doctor and said with a smile:

"You look like you're not in a good mood."

After a moment of silence, Wang Qian said with sad eyes:

"He dissipated, I can't sense him."

Poor guy! Zhang Yuanqing comforted him: "He had already died in infancy, and it was only a matter of time before we parted."

Wang Qian was in a low mood and said:

"He is my sister's first child and my first nephew. In order to take better care of my sister, my mother quit her job and bought a stroller, pacifier, and clothes a long time ago.

.Our whole family is waiting for his birth, and the whole family is preparing to welcome the next generation."

"After the miscarriage, my sister was deeply shocked and cried all day long. My mother also hid secretly to wipe her tears. She blamed herself and thought she had not taken good care of her daughter.

"In the past half month, I have been afraid of sensing him in the hospital. This will remind me of my own incompetence and the pain of my family. But I can't help but want to be close to him and want to accompany him. He is still so young. He

It must be lonely.”

Zhang Yuanqing did not comfort him anymore and listened to the other party silently.

If you behave well in the future, I will let you meet him, provided you agree to be my informant.

When Wang Qian's mood recovered, he said:

"I have two things to do with you today. First, fill out a form and a guarantee. From now on, you will be a recorded spiritual practitioner. The official will not interfere too much with you, as long as you do not violate discipline or use your abilities to do evil.

.

"Two, are you interested in being my informant?"

"The first thing is fine, but as for the second thing" Wan Qian looked at him: "I am not everyone's informant, and I need to report to my superiors and get permission."

The relationship between the Anti-Killing Palace and the official organization was quite good. He had no objection to being an official informant. If it was the woman who acted fiercely and ruthlessly yesterday, he would be convinced.

The man in front of him looked younger than himself, and Wang Qian was not convinced by him.

"That's no problem." Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

"What is your spiritual ID? I need to know who you are." Wang Tai asked.

Every time I reported my ID, I was afraid of being beaten. Zhang Yuanqing’s face was solemn and solemn, and he said word by word:

"Yuanshi Tianzun!"

.

"Yuanshi Tianzun? The name is impressive, but I've never heard of it."

Wang Tai shook his head, edited the text message casually, and reported the matter to his superior.

The relationship between the Anti-Killing Palace and the official government is not bad, but after all, there are differences between the government and the people, and the organization does not want to see internal members getting too close to the official government.

Therefore, it is impossible for superiors to agree.

Besides, even if you want to have contact with official members, they must be captains and deacons. That young man is obviously a grassroots person. If he is a well-known spiritual practitioner, he will definitely hear about it.

However, Wang Qian had no impression of the name "Yuanshi Tianzun", and he felt that it was of little significance to connect with such an official practitioner.

Next, he concentrated on his work. After receiving a few patients, his cell phone rang, and the caller ID read: The Great Sage of Love.

Wang Qian answered the phone, and a deep male voice came from the speaker:

"Holy Hand, are you saying that the person connecting you is called Yuanshi Tianzun?"

Wang Qian’s ID is “Miracle Doctor”

"Yes, team leader." Wang Qian said, "I didn't agree to him, I declined in a subtle way."

At the same time, he felt a little strange. A text message would suffice for this kind of thing. Why did the team leader need to call?

"There won't be peace in Songhai recently. We need to pay more attention to official developments and promise him." The Great Sage Qingmao said.

"Okay...I will reply to him." Wang Qian promised in a deep voice.

"You should also pay attention to him by the way. I mean Yuanshi Tianzun."

"Ah? Why?" Wang Qian was stunned. He was just the most ordinary official traveler.

"I learned from a secret channel that a newcomer passed the She Ling Tunnel a while ago and broke the record. A few days ago, he killed a level 3 bewitching demon."

"Could it be"

"His ID is Yuanshi Tianzun."

The young man's expression when he reported his ID flashed through Yuanshi Tianzun Wang Qian's mind.

In awe!

The full moon hangs high, and the abandoned ancient temple stands quietly in the moonlight.

The beauty wearing an ancient skirt stood proudly on the roof of the main hall, gazing at the full moon in the sky.

This beauty has a delicate melon-seed face, eyes like autumn water, eyebrows like distant daisy, sexy and plump lips, and an indescribable brightness in her coolness.

"This is not the Ming Dynasty. Who pulled me into this mustard place after I fell asleep?"

She frowned her delicate eyebrows and murmured to herself.

After pondering for a moment, she focused her eyes and looked at the full moon.

Two dazzling golden lights shot out from the beautiful eyes and hit the lunar sky in the sky.

"Buzz"

The entire space shook violently, and the golden light hit the invisible barrier, sputtering out a dazzling golden light, reflecting the world in this area into a magnificent gilded color.

The two beams of golden light lasted for half a quarter of an hour and then slowly extinguished.

Scarlet blood flowed from Empress Sandaoshan's eyes and slid down her fair cheeks.

"If you don't find the other half of Yang Soul, you can't break this place."

She raised her bare hand, gently wiped away the blood on her cheek, and snorted coldly: "Since I can't return, I'll make a big fuss here."

The Empress of Sandao Mountain quickly formed seals with her hands, pinched her sword fingers, and suddenly pointed toward the sky.

laugh!

A terrifying sword energy sprang from his fingers, rushed into the sky, and melted the sky into a hole that collapsed inwards.

The Empress of Sandao Mountain turned into golden light and escaped into the crack in the sky.

..

Beijing, Siheyuan.

Under the locust tree, Elder Sun was lying comfortably in a rocking chair, while Peking opera played from the radio on the coffee table.

Suddenly, a golden scorching sun appeared between his eyebrows. The scorching sun trembled violently, emitting a scalding hot breath, and a majestic pressure was transmitted from the mark of the scorching sun.

Elder Sun suddenly stood up, his face solemn.

At this time, a vague and majestic voice echoed in Elder Sun's heart:
To be continued...