Chi Weiya is really good-looking.

Her skin is as condensed as jade fat, her jade face is delicate, and her beauty is enchanting.

There is no powder on the face, but the rouge is cold; there is no oil on the hair, but it is spread on the shoulders.

Wearing a white dress, she is elegant and elegant.

Qi Chen had to sigh that the Chi family's genes were indeed good. At least the Chi family members he had seen so far, except for Suisui, all had good foundations.

Qi Chen didn't expect that the other party would admit it so boldly.

"After all, our Chi family has been around for hundreds of years. There are many people with the blood of my Chi family, but I have been marginalized and don't need to be so defensive." Chi Weiya's eyes flashed, but she seemed to be reminiscing.

"So, there are many people from small Taoist sects, Buddhist sects and even Worm Valley in the repair office?" Qi Chen asked.

"Yes, there are, but generally the core disciples of the major forces will not come here. Those who can come here are marginalized and basically don't go back. But in this way, the authority is a little stricter. Even if someone like me

After entering the realm of Grandmaster, I cannot go to the eighth level unless I stay here for another forty or fifty years."

The elevator arrived and the two of them walked out side by side.

There are many people in the library. Everyone is immersed in reading, occasionally taking notes, or meditating hard, scratching their heads and ears.

So when Qi Chen came, no one looked up at all.

Qi Chen sighed in his heart, it is indeed the repair and management office. With such a strong atmosphere, no wonder there are so many monks.

Thinking of this, Qi Chen became more cautious and even felt a sense of crisis.

He knows that although his talent is strong, it is not so strong that he can ignore everyone. The reason for his rapid progress is largely due to the merit weapon. Once the spiritual energy returns, he believes that many people in the repair and management department can continue to do so.

Breakthrough, by that time, it would not be surprising even if the spiritual realm appears.

"Check it out for yourself first. This is my contact information. If you have any questions, you can come to me." Chi Weiya did not get too close or distant, but left lightly, leaving a fragrance behind.

"I didn't expect that you would be able to talk to Chi Weiya as soon as you arrived. You have good luck with women." A familiar voice came, and Qi Chen turned around and looked at Chu Xing with a smile.

The two walked to a place where they could talk.

Chu Xing put his hands in his hands, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if his cultivation had improved a lot.

"Do you know Chi Weiya?" Qi Chen leaned on the open balcony.

"Teacher Chi is well-known to us as a gentle and virtuous person. Since her husband's death, many people have been pursuing her. However, she is determined not to marry in this life and will remain a widow for her husband."

"Does she have a good reputation? Why do I think she is tempting me? You didn't smell the perfume on her body. That's not what a widowed woman should wear."

Chu Xing was stunned for a moment, then took out a cigarette with his white fingers and lit it: "I don't know much about this..."

"I was originally transferred back to help with training at the Slim Gym, but unfortunately I didn't expect things to turn out like this, so now I'm a teaching assistant at the Pioneer Gym."

Qi Chen didn't care

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, but Chu Xing still explained.

"You don't understand this. The competition among the core departments of the entire Maintenance Office is very fierce, especially since there are all kinds of messy things for next year, so it's a headache."

"Will Mr. Qiao participate?"

"Are you kidding me? Mr. Qiao is from the military, how could he be involved? But there are rumors that you are also from the military, so many people are staring at you now."

"Here..." Qi Chen pointed to the library, "The military can enter and exit, but the maintenance department has to guard against military personnel."

He found it a little funny.

"Stop talking about this, I would like to ask, what is the difference between your vanguard department and your combat department?"

Chu Xing explained: "The Pioneer Department deals with all kinds of monks and monsters. Even if the monks owe money, they will cause trouble to us."

"The war department only deals with one thing: war!"

"The war with monsters."

"Strictly speaking, the entire maintenance department revolves around the warhead."

Chu Xing and Qi Chen chatted for a while, and Chu Xing left in advance.

Although the two of them don't have much contact, they both know that the other person is a reliable person and someone who can become a friend.

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The clear sunlight shone in, and the library was filled with the scent of books, which made Qi Chen feel like he was back in college.

However, these books are no longer about financial management and advanced mathematics, but are replaced by "The Linear Relationship between Reiki and Strike Intensity", "On the Encounter of Reiki in Modern Science", and "A Brief Analysis of Foshan Seal".

Qi Chen didn't care much about the techniques. The techniques given by Qi Ling were enough for him to realize them for a long time.

He now needs to understand the situation of the monk community in the entire world.

But suddenly, he saw a row of bookshelves. Compared with the people near other bookshelves, there was no one here.

"Books on psychic powers?"

Qi Chen thought to himself, no wonder there is no one. The so-called psychic energy is like a psychic potion, which is an item that uses spiritual energy as a medium to extend life.

The basis of this research is spiritual energy, and it is designed with extremely complex calculations. Most monks only know how to fight and practice, and do not understand other operations of spiritual energy at all.

And there aren't many books here.

Qi Chen casually took down a book, which was about research on psychic pistols.

He knew that the country had developed this kind of weapon, which allowed ordinary people to shoot and kill a monk. But in fact, this kind of pistol can be said to be a cannon. It is very heavy and cannot be lifted by ordinary people, even for some monks.

It's all very difficult.

Research in this area has encountered a bottleneck, just like the great master cannot break through.

Qi Chen was quite interested in this aspect. He looked through the books in his hands and discussed with Qi Ling in his mind.

"Wrong, these places are all wrong." Qi Ling said with disdain, "This book is written in such a mess that it actually

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Comparing psychic weapons to magic weapons, they are clearly two different things."

"What is the original intention of psychic weapons? That is to allow ordinary people to use them, while most magical weapons can only be used by monks."

Qi Chen listened carefully to Qi Ling's taunts and knew what this guy knew, but what he said was vague.

He was flipping through the pages, and suddenly a piece of paper fell out of the book. People who read here would sometimes take notes while writing. Since they couldn't take them out, they could only put the paper into the pages of the book. Sometimes, they would

Someone can help answer questions.

Qi Chen looked at the piece of paper. It should have been written with a pen. It was obvious that the other person was a very particular person.

The handwriting is crisp and angular, and it's hard to tell the difference between male and female. After all, Chu Xing's handwriting is very graceful.

Even if Qi Chen had some research on calligraphy, he would not dare to categorically identify the male and female from the handwriting.

Qi Chen looked at the handwriting and recited it in a low voice: "The tears in the countryside are all gone, and the lonely sail is looking at the sky. If you want to ask questions, the evening is long on the flat sea."

This is a very sad poem. The ancient who wrote this poem missed his hometown, wanted to live in the countryside, and also wanted to make a difference in his official career. Unfortunately, he failed at both ends.

"Sour, so sour."

Qi Chen looked at this word with pity, as if he saw a poor middle-aged man, and naturally put the image of Song Zhiyu into it.

"I don't know why, I have calculated it many times, but I still haven't successfully developed a real psychic pistol."

Qi Chen picked up the pen and decided to help the poor middle-aged man.

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

The handwriting is flying, and it is also a neutral font, and it is not possible to tell whether it is male or female.

"You're so stupid. The starting point of psychic weapons is ordinary people. Ordinary people can't use them. What are they called psychic weapons?"

"What do ordinary people know? They can only pick up, aim, and shoot. As long as they solve these three problems."

"It's a matter of material. Now you should have Luo Xinggang. Try heating that metal to a thousand degrees Celsius and then immediately lowering it to absolute zero."

Qi Chen knew most of these things from what he heard from Qi Ling.

Sometimes I would pester the spirit spirit out of boredom. The spirit spirit would become impatient and would say a few words.

"As for the aiming problem, the targets of psychic weapons are monks or monsters."

"You can't ask ordinary people to have such prejudgment. As a master, I can easily avoid it, so it is best to have an automatic detection function of spiritual energy. It is difficult for ordinary people to keep up with the reaction nerves of monks."

"Also, tell the author of this book for me, this is bullshit."

Qi Chen wrote half a piece of paper eloquently, criticizing everything in the book, and then he finally felt comfortable and let out a long breath.

Of course, he didn't write everything completely. After all, Qi Ling talked about it intermittently, and Qi Chen still had to understand a lot of things.
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