Qi Chen is an orphan. Because of his experiences since childhood, it is impossible for him to face the world with just one attitude and personality.

He may be cruel, rogue, or indifferent. All these ways of dealing with things were taught to him by his experience.

But on this piece of paper, he was more sincere, after all, no one knew who he was.

After stretching, he ran to other bookshelves to read relevant information about the world's monk circles.

"I didn't expect that in the entire world of monks, I, Yan Xia, would be the most powerful, but this solved my doubts."

Qi Chen felt a sudden realization.

He had been wondering before why Taoist techniques, formation techniques and even many exercises were related to Yanxia characters, and of course he preferred traditional Chinese characters.

According to these records, the so-called Xiuxian writing is based on Yanxia writing and is not English or German at all.

Therefore, the first place where monks appeared should be in the hot summer.

All powerful monks will basically learn the Yanxia language first.

"However, according to records, even abroad, there are channels to contact people in the mountains, especially here in the Sakura Country."

"The number of people in the entire monk circle is about one-thirty thousandth of the total population, which means the density is higher in the hot summer."

"As for the demon clan, their whereabouts are mysterious and they rarely appear on a large scale. However, ten years ago, they appeared once for unknown reasons."

Qi Chen thought of Song Zhiyu, that time seemed to be the beginning of Song Zhiyu's tragedy.

This is the largest one in recent decades, and the rest appear occasionally in twos and threes.

There are more monsters.

Just like the wolf monster Qi Chen encountered last time, it was an extremely ferocious monster that did not have enough intelligence.

Weapon spirits similar to merit instruments belong to the category of "spirit". They are born from dead objects. They have no attack power and almost no entity, but they have extremely high intelligence.

As for the people in the mountains that Qi Chen wanted to know most urgently, there was even less information.

After a long time, Qi Chen left the library. It wasn't that he couldn't see it anymore, but that every night, around eight o'clock in the morning, and when the sun was rising in the morning, it was more suitable to practice than usual.

These days, Qi Chen did not use merit points, but practiced slowly, constantly strengthening his foundation, and he also needed to control his emotions.

Even he himself has noticed that once his desire to fight is heightened, his blood boils and he can easily lose his mind.

Before leaving, Qi Chen subconsciously turned back and looked at the book on the research on psychic pistols.

"The poor guy is probably bald. I don't know when he wrote it. If he can persist, he will be lucky."

It has to be said that Qi Chen has some affection for this middle-aged bald and decadent man whom he has never met before. After all, the man's handwriting is very good.

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At the beginning of the moonlight, this

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The city deep in the mountain looks mysterious and noble. There are many monks lurking here, as well as various advanced equipment. If a demon enters, it will be the first to be discovered.

Chi Weiya rubbed her eyes and put down the book in her hand calmly. Seeing this, the monk next to her quickly invited her to dinner, but she refused with a smile.

No one was angry. After all, the other party was very polite and had a good reputation in the maintenance department. In addition, her husband died at the hands of the demon clan, so no one would force her to come.

She greeted them one by one, and then inadvertently walked to the bookshelf where Qi Chen had just stopped.

Today, she seemed to be reading a book, but most of the time she was observing Qi Chen.

"Theoretical research on psychic pistols?"

Her delicate fingers shone under the light, and her skin seemed transparent.

Her eyes are gentle, like jade.

Chi Weiya has seen the research on psychic weapons. It is very complicated, involves various aspects, and even requires modern technology as a basis. However, the theory in this area has not been successfully developed.

The cost was high, and the research took a long time, and it may not be effective, so the maintenance office gave up long ago.

Those currently researching are usually people from the security department.

There is no need for monks to use psychic weapons, they can just use magical weapons, which are originally provided for ordinary people.

Thinking of those confusing theories, Chi Weiya suddenly felt a headache. She hesitated slightly, did not open it, and put the book on the psychic pistol where it was.

However, she briefly browsed through all the books Qi Chen had read and waited until very late before leaving.

Qi Chen didn't know what Chi Weiya did after he left, but it was obvious that the other person was not as innocent and harmless as he appeared.

At the top of the moon, even if the powerful monks don't have to sleep every day, some people still leave.

By late night, there were very few people in the entire library, especially on the upper floors.

Under the silent moonlight, a figure suddenly walked over.

The figure was wearing a military uniform, with a military cap pulled down low, and sunglasses. However, there were too many people dressed strangely here, so it didn't look special.

The man swiped his ID card, walked in smoothly, and then got on the elevator, which led to the sixth floor.

There are only a few people on the huge sixth floor, so they don't disturb each other, and the lights are softer at night.

The man in military uniform passed by rows of bookshelves and finally stopped directly next to the psychic weapon.

Seeing that there was no one around, the man took off his hat, and his hair fell down like a waterfall, and a fragrance reverberated in the air.

What's even more special is that her hair is light blue, which is brighter than the moon tonight and more brilliant than the stars in the sky.

Taking off his glasses, his eyes were as bright as a lake in March, glowing with a faint light.

She was very cautious again

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After confirming that no one was paying attention around him, the cute nose wrinkled slightly, and the corners of the mouth raised into a smile, like a cunning and cute fox, even the eyes were bent.

She has a good figure and is about 1.72 meters tall.

"Being a beautiful woman is the most boring thing in the world."

"Especially for celebrities..."

"Big star," she added, murmuring to herself.

No one knew that the person who adopted Tang Ruanruan would be the contemporary Yanxia Military God, although she herself did not know the reason.

However, when it comes to the entertainment industry, Tang Ruanruan only likes singing, so when she has no other activities, she often hangs around the capital security office. She has even participated in standard military training.

Later, she went to the R&D department and finally showed off her terrifying talent.

No one knows that the first version of the psychic pistol is partly due to her.

Of course, she has been stuck in a certain bottleneck recently. It is even said that the entire Security Office R&D Department is stuck in this bottleneck.

So after finishing a round of concerts, I sneaked to the maintenance office again.

Although the Security Office also has a collection of books, there are many monks in the Maintenance Office, and occasionally many books with different styles and ideas are collected.

"Hey...those old men are all crazy. If they can't find a solution, I will have to bury them next year." Her thin but cute lips pursed, looking helpless.

She conveniently took down the book on psychic pistols that she had read a few months ago, and it seemed that she had not finished reading half of it.

Her memory is so good that she doesn't need a bookmark to turn to the previous page.

But suddenly, the good-looking brows frowned slightly, and he pulled out a piece of paper with some confusion. In addition to his own handwriting, there was an extra large piece of paper on it. Apparently someone had already read it.

I didn’t see the content, I saw the words first.

Tang Ruanruan raised his brows, now less delicate and more heroic: "That's a good word."

She looked at it carefully again: "It's really good."

"It's even more beautiful than the calligraphy collected by Mr. Qiao, but is it male or female?"

She couldn't tell the difference for a while, so she read the content.

"Nonsense, your starting point is wrong, so any direction you go in will be wrong."

Tang Ruanruan was a little angry at first, wondering what kind of arrogant guy he was who dared to question the entire R&D department of the Security Office.

However, the more she looked at it, the more frightened she became. There was light flashing in the center of those lake-like eyes.

That little bit of light grew bigger and bigger, until finally, it was like a firework blooming.

The thin paper trembled gently in her hand, looking sacred and pure under the moonlight.

She was like a pilgrim, savoring the words above carefully. Although the other party did not explain it in detail and did not have enough data, she knew that the direction proposed by this person was right.
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