The Almighty Queen's Online Cultivation

Chapter 103 [103] Cultivation forces (two more)

Yan Jinghong asked someone to prepare a set of home clothes, and when she handed it to Gu Ying, the bathroom door only had a small opening, and she couldn't even put her arms through it.

"Are you letting mosquitos in?" Yan Jinghong teased, seemingly dissatisfied.

Gu Yinglai opened it a little, stretched out a muscular arm, and took the clothes from Yan Jinghong's hand like a robbery.

"Hehehe..." Well, the shy man is quite interesting.

"After you change your clothes, go downstairs for dinner. I'll go first."

When Gu Ying came downstairs, the food was already on the table, but Yan's family was not there, only Yan Jinghong was holding chopsticks, and when he saw him coming down, he greeted casually, "Come here, let's eat."

In the past, when Yan Jinghong treated Gu Yinglai, his attitude was always a little distant and polite, but after this incident, Yan Jinghong became much more casual.

Gu Yinglai shook his fingers, he liked this feeling.

"Thank you."

The two of them were very quiet when eating, because they consumed too much and ate a lot, and the two of them ate enough food for four people.

"I'm going to meet someone today, so I won't see Mr. Gu off." She will go to the research institute to meet the Taoist priest.

"Okay, I can go back by myself." He also needs to go back to deal with follow-up questions.As for Jinghong, he felt that the way he chose to get along with him before was not right. He should neither be too urgent and make Jinghong feel troublesome, nor should he completely give up the life away from Jinghong!
"...Are we friends?" He should choose a distance that is neither too far nor too close, and interact with her in a way that Jinghong can accept and like!

Yan Jinghong raised her eyebrows, she looked at Gu Yinglai's expression, as if she wanted to understand what he was thinking at this time, but Gu Yinglai was very calm, as if she wanted to make friends with her.

"Of course." She is not so stingy about the position of a friend.

The corners of Gu Yinglai's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he was a little jerky and stiff. In the end, he could only withdraw it slowly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Yan Jinghong seldom went to her brother's research institute. It was in the suburbs, and the traffic was a bit inconvenient. She drove for more than an hour before arriving at the institute.

"Miss Jinghong, welcome." The person in charge of receiving Yan Jinghong was the head of the foreign affairs team of the institute, an intellectual beauty wearing glasses.

"Sister Xu, long time no see." Yan Jinghong knew the other party, "You're welcome, I just came to see someone."

"Everything is ready, please go this way."

When Yan Jinghong saw Daoist Pingyun, he almost didn't recognize him. The Taoist priest was two times thinner than when he first saw him, and he even had a haircut. The guard at the gate.

"It looks more energetic." Yan Jinghong opened his eyes and said nonsense.

When Daoist Pingyun saw Yan Jinghong, his face was full of displeasure, "What are you doing here to see me? Are you going to let me go?"

"You have food, drink, and wages here, isn't it better than going out to bluff and deceive?" What's more, this person not only bluffs and deceives, but also likes to murder for money!

"Hmph! You like this life of being raised like a pig, come here!" Daoist Pingyun was very dissatisfied, "Stop talking nonsense, what do you want from me?"

"Tell me about the things you know related to cultivation, including people." Yan Jinghong did some investigations this time, so as not to find any questions, and he couldn't even find anyone who could ask them.

"What do you want to know?" Daoist Ping Yun was very vigilant.

"How many sects of cultivation do you know? Or is it a cultivation force?" Yan Jinghong looked into Daoist Ping Yun's eyes, "Tell me a 10 yuan."

I go!It's raining red envelopes from the sky!
"The Yihua Temple where I work is one of the cultivation forces, you give me 10 yuan first!" Daoist Ping Yun's eyes turned green.

"Success." Yan Jinghong came prepared, took out a check and wrote a check, but it was not one hundred thousand, but one million, "Nine in advance."

"Happy!" Taoist Pingyun accepted the money and said happily: "There are five most powerful forces in the cultivation world, namely Shangyun Xianzong, Dafo Temple, Jianyi faction, Mohism and Chuanyi."

"In addition to these five major forces, there are also twelve small forces, namely Hongxiuguan, Daomen, Hengdao Family, Wanqi Family... Uh, there are nine of them, give me money." Daoist Pingyun saw that Qian's eyes were wide open, and he also agreed. If you want money, no one will say more.

Yan Jinghong swiped and wrote another check for 100 million and handed it over.

"Okay, okay, let me continue. The twelve small forces include Qingling Sect, Shengwu Daoguan, Tianyi Yinmen, Ghost Shouzong, Xiemen, Changsheng Group and Ning Taoist." Daoist Pingyun was still a little Deser emphasized, "Our Yihua concept is also one of the twelve small forces."

"What else?" The five major forces and the twelve minor forces, from the names of these forces, we can probably analyze the direction of the forces.

"The rest are all low-level Loose Cultivators. Either there are too few of them, or their ranks are low. Who remembers the names of those people?" Daoist Ping Yun said with some disdain.

"Okay, then there are 30 left, let me tell you what you know." Yan Jinghong didn't force it, just the people in front of him can be called members of the twelve small forces, and those who are not even as good as the small forces , there is really no need to know much.

"Tsk tsk, why do you still care about such trivial things." Taoist Pingyun said with disgust, but he didn't play tricks, but continued: "The most powerful cultivator is Taoist Ning. He alone is A faction, if it wasn't too small in number, would have already become the sixth largest faction."

"What level is he?" It turns out that Ning Taoist is alone, which is indeed a bit powerful.

"It is said that Taoist Ning broke through the postnatal cultivator decades ago and became a congenital cultivator!" Daoist Ping Yun said with some fascination: "Do you know congenital cultivators?"

Yan Jinghong nodded, "Are there many innate monks?"

Daoist Ping Yun looked at Yan Jinghong as if he was looking at a fool, "How could you ask such a naive question, didn't your master tell you? Even if it is a casual cultivator, it is impossible Don't you know!"

"I ask you to answer, speak well, or your money will be deducted." Banquet, not popular, shocking...

Daoist Pingyun gritted his teeth, but he was still honest, "The earth's spiritual energy is barren, and it has already entered the age of doomsday. If you can become an innate monk, you can count it with a slap!"

"Tell me, who are they?" Yan Jinghong was a little disappointed, he only had five congenitals, so there are no higher ones.

Daoist Pingyun bared his teeth and smiled, and made a gesture of poking his finger, "Five people, one hundred thousand, give the money!"

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(End of this chapter)