Cultivation Academy Manual

Taishu Xingyun gathered the wind energy here, but then dispersed it. When several people saw it, they looked at her with mixed emotions.

The more Jiang Lianshan and Ji Lianjing thought about it, the more she thought about it, the more she finally stopped. At least she did not openly oppose the Wu family and the Ministry of Science. Stopping here would be a timely stop loss.

What Li Yueman thought was that Xingyun actually made sense. If they saw unfair things happening in front of them and turned a deaf ear, what would they be doing to cultivate immortality?

Ji Tang couldn't believe it. Just now, Sister Xingyun had vowed to act chivalrously and righteously. Now why was she so timid? No, even if he was alone, she would definitely eliminate evil alone!

Ji Dang thought that he finally felt that she had the same warm heart as his brother. Did he stop there or did he have other plans?

Lord Luo Yun curled his lips, thinking he was in for a good show, but now it seems that only Ji Tang can take action, which is half the fun, or else he will end it himself later!

Feng Xiangrong remembered what sister Xingyun said last week, and her serious face at that time. She didn't believe that she would stop here now, but she didn't know what she was planning.

The five sturdy men in uniforms had already walked onto the lawn. All five were wearing helmets and holding blast shields, and they were fully prepared.

The boy's mother saw these people coming towards her menacingly and keeping their eyes on her son. She guarded her son behind her with vigilance, but she did not expect to run away with her son.

However, if she really ran away with her son, could she really outrun these five strong men?

The answer was soon revealed.

When the five uniformed personnel came close, they suddenly charged. The leading man pushed her away, and the four others quickly surrounded her with explosion-proof shields. She was trapped in the four explosion-proof shields like a caged animal.

She had no time to react to a series of actions. She yelled and used her delicate fists to pound the explosion-proof shield, which was about the same height as her body, on all sides.

She kicked with her feet, trying to kick the legs of the four people through the gap, but there was no gap, and wanted to reach over the blast shield and hit the heads of those people, who had helmets.

No matter how she stretched out her hands, she could not reach her son. No matter how she screamed and cried, the iron barrel-like surrounding did not disperse at all.

The parents who were still swinging on the lawn had already taken their children away from the place where the trouble was. Now they were just watching the fire from across the bank, and some were whispering and questioning why the mother who was under siege didn't run away earlier, which fully demonstrated the feelings of the spectators. I hate that iron cannot be turned into steel.

It seems that these onlookers must not have put themselves in their shoes to think about whether they can outrun five strong adults with children.

When they are safe, their mouths are free. They have time to arrange things, but their brains have no time to think.

It turns out that the skills of words are much more important than the skills of brains.

However, as for freedom of speech, what’s wrong with saying two sentences? They just said two sentences. Is it possible to lose some meat?

At least, what people say is much freer than what is in their minds, to a limited extent.

There was one person left among the five, and that person grabbed the back collar of the little boy sitting on the ground. The little boy was beating the calf of the staff member closest to him. If he wanted to save his mother, he had to knock down these people in front of him!

He was quickly lifted up, like a little chicken. His legs were struggling in the air, and his hands were waving in the air. His hands were filled with flames due to emotion, and he looked like a fairy when he was waving in the air. Just like stick fireworks, they are cute, fun, and harmless to humans and animals.

Ji Tang jumped off the balcony on the second floor while holding on to the railing. He jumped in front of some guests who were sitting close to the railing. Because those guests were sitting close to the railing, they noticed the commotion on the lawn downstairs and watched in unison. After going down, the diners who were far away from the railings also stood up and looked downstairs. Ji Dang, Li Yueman and Luo Yunjun also jumped down.

Feng Xiangrong looked at Taishu Xingyun, and she saw that she was also observing. Her eyes swept over one by one, on the faces of those who had not jumped, as if she wanted to see into them from their faces. heart.

Jiang Lianshan and Taishu Xingyun looked at each other: "Even if you use illusions to send these five executioners home today, they will know that their missions have failed when they wake up, even if you use illusions to make them think that their missions were successful. , they could let the little boy go, but once their organization checked with them, they knew the mission had failed."

"Think about it, when a few people went on a mission, the organization expected them to go back with the mission goals. But five people came out and five people went back. Where is the little boy? It is very easy for you to save that child today. But with the intensity of surveillance in today’s world, it’s impossible for facial recognition technology to remain undetected, it’s impossible.”

"Yes, that's why I didn't do anything." Taishu Xingyun looked at him and said slowly.

"At least your brain is not completely controlled by emotions." Jiang Lianshan nodded, turned and walked towards the restaurant lobby.

"There are ways to deal with monks when dealing with monks, and there are ways to deal with humans when dealing with humans." Taishu Xingyun followed behind him and said, "They are responsible for dealing with humans, and you will be responsible for dealing with monks, right, future Jiang Head of the family?"

"Good guy, we're doing our part and you're talking? We're opening the door and you're getting in the car?"

Several people around them knew that the next main battlefield was not on the lawn outside the restaurant, but in the lobby on the first floor inside the restaurant, so they followed the two of them in.

After Ji Tang and his party jumped down, they quickly ran to the uniformed person. Ji Dang, Li Yueman, and Luo Yunjun dealt with the four people with iron barrels who surrounded the boy's mother.

Without using spiritual power, just using strength, one person easily pulled the collar of the uniformed person with one hand, as if lifting a chicken, and pulled them back to make room for the surrounded woman. Break through the siege.

Ji Tang took the lead, grabbing the arm of the uniformed person who lifted the boy with a pair of big hands. With a little force, the person let go in pain. The boy fell on the lawn, and his mother jumped on him, and the two of them rolled together. Crawling on the ground to leave the place of right and wrong.

No uniform personnel went after the mother and son, because the path to pursue the mother and son seemed to have been cut off by these four people. The four of them formed a high wall, blocking themselves from the mission target.

"They went to find Manager Wu." Mr. Luo Yun pursed his lips in the direction of the restaurant.

In the lobby, next to the reception desk.

"Sister Wu, I wonder if one hundred spirit stones can be enough to compensate your restaurant for today's losses?" Jiang Lianshan's negotiation skills were simple and unpretentious.

One hundred spirit stones is not much, but in fact, the Wu family has no physical losses today except for the mental loss of the two receptionists and the senior Wu. The compensation of one hundred spirit stones seems to be higher than this nihilistic loss. , in fact it is not enough.

It is difficult to put a price on the mental loss, but at least it is an opening to negotiate with this senior.

Once you want to meddle in your own business, the pricing power is in the hands of others.