After leaving the Tianting Office in Beijing, Song Xiao hesitated again and again went to the courtyard house in Luogu Lane.

There were some things he wanted to ask clearly in person.

I found the place with ease and rang the doorbell. After a while, someone opened the door from the inside. Seeing it was him, he said directly: "The master is waiting for you inside."

Owner?

Song Xiao was slightly startled.

I couldn't help but take a look at this young man in his early twenties. The energetic young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked quite normal.

The other party looked calm and didn't feel anything inappropriate at all .

When Song Xiao came here before, he said he was delivering a letter to Mr. Su, but the man invited him in without saying anything.

It feels very strange to hear this obviously anachronistic title at this moment.

Heaven has kept pace with the times, but here it’s still the same old thing?

Song Xiao endured the doubts in her heart, went in with the young man, and was led to the reception area in the front hall.

The handsome and handsome Mr. Su was drinking tea there. When he saw him coming in, he nodded slightly and said as warmly as jade: "Sit down."

The young man turned around quietly and went out, closing the door gently.

Mr. Su poured a cup of tea for Song Xiao, pushed it over and asked, "Been there?"

Song Xiaoxin said it was indeed you!

Nodding: "I've been there before, it's a little different than I imagined."

Mr. Su smiled slightly and looked at Song Xiao: "What do you think it should be?"

"After all, it is the legendary supreme palace of the gods. Even if it is an institution located in the human world, it must be similar anyway, right?"

Thinking of the dilapidated office space, Song Xiao felt unhappy.

To be honest, compared to his studio, the Tianting Office in Beijing was far behind.

"That's the real heaven you haven't seen before."

Mr. Su spoke softly and said with a smile: "If you see it, you might be even more disappointed."

"Have you seen it?"

Song Xiao still doesn't know the true identity of Mr. Su, and the other party doesn't seem to have any idea to solve his doubts.

I guess he must be a person of some status.

Director of Tianting Office in Beijing?

Mr. Su did not answer, but said to Song Xiao: "I know your purpose of coming, and I have a few words for you."

Song Xiao nodded: "You say."

Mr. Su looked at him and said, "I suggest you join Tianting."

"Your master has protected you very well these years."

When the other party mentioned master, Song Xiao subconsciously sat up straight.

Mr. Su saw this and continued calmly: "In his opinion, all you need in this life is peace and joy."

"He doesn't want you to be exposed to the real side of the world too early."

"If he could, he would never even want you to come into contact with him while he was alive."

Song Xiao did not refute because the other party told the truth.

Apart from occasionally not practicing martial arts and cheating him with dark dishes, the master really doted on him.

And he also knows that those unpalatable things are actually for his own good.

"But that's wrong."

Song Xiao straightened his body slightly, glanced at him, and said nothing.

Mr. Su looked at him and said: "This world will not care about you as much as he does."

“When the storm comes, no one is immune.”

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Don't underestimate Heaven's heritage. There are still three thousand nails in a rotten ship."

"If your qualifications are really as stated in your master's letter, then your current state...can't actually be considered good."

"The heavenly changes are coming, and no one will give you the chance to practice slowly and slowly."

“It may seem like everything is calm, but maybe it will turn into a storm in just a few months.”

"Wealth must be found in danger."

Song Xiao looked at Mr. Su: "Are you following my master?"

Mr. Su shook his head slightly: "It's not important."

"He entrusted you to me, but you are an adult. I cannot and will not influence your thoughts."

"So, what I said are just suggestions. It's up to you to decide how to choose."

Song Xiao nodded to express understanding.

"There's something else I need to remind you of."

Mr. Su looked at Song Xiao and his expression became serious: "There are many enemies in heaven. In fact, it is more accurate to say that there are many enemies in China, especially in the past hundred years."

"So the battle damage rate of Heavenly Court's field personnel is very high!"

Although Mr. Su's tone remained gentle, Song Xiao could feel a hint of bloodshed in his words.

Mr. Su continued: "This is why they have always been short of people."

Finally, he looked at Song Xiao.

"Don't think you can avoid danger by staying away from them."

"According to my estimation, it won't be long before the real hard days for casual cultivators in the world are coming."

"If you fight alone, you will die faster."

Song Xiao: "..."

Although he didn't have time to say it, it was indeed a voice deep in his heart.

If it's so dangerous, why should I move forward?

For a shabby office space?

Or for the salary of 10,000 to 20,000?

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Qin Sansui, who dropped out of school.

Could it be...that this is also the reason?

Mr. Su looked at Song Xiao: "I've finished speaking. How you decide depends on you."

"Even if he entrusts you to me, I will not interfere too much in your life."

Literary people speak well!

The so-called "not intervening too much" probably means - I won't care too much about you.

Well, nothing wrong!

Although he grew up under the protection of his master, he is not the kind of person who likes to rely on others for everything.

"Any questions?" Mr. Su looked at Song Xiao calmly.

In fact, there are still many problems.

For example, why does the sky change?

Who is our greatest enemy?

For example, why do those ghost kings and demon clans hunt talented practitioners?

For another example, what he most wanted to ask the Mr. Su in front of him...who are you?

These were questions he wanted to know when he came.

But now, Song Xiao suddenly didn't want to ask.

The other party has expressed an attitude in a gentle and implicit way——

Not far, not near.

He understood.

In this case, it is useless to ask.

"No more, thank you!"

Song Xiao stood up and said goodbye: "Sit down, I'm leaving."

After Song Xiao left, Mr. Su still sat there quietly drinking tea.

After a while.

The young man knocked lightly on the door and came in. He said respectfully: "Master, he has already sent you away."

"Yes." Mr. Su nodded.

Seeing that the other party hadn't left, he raised his head and asked, "What? Are you confused?"

The young man hesitated and said, "I really can't understand. Since the senior has entrusted him to you, why... don't you take more care of him?"

Mr. Su laughed: "How to take care of him? Keep him by your side? Or... greet the people in heaven and ask them to treat him like a young master?"

The young man's mouth twitched and he defended: "I didn't mean that, I was just... a little worried."

"I think this kid is pretty good, good-looking and polite!"

Mr. Su shook his head and said with a smile: "What are you worried about? When the heaven changes come, all the great powers will fight to survive. If you are not careful, you will be doomed!"

"Think about the battle to confer gods thousands of years ago. From top to bottom, who could escape?"

"If his talent is poor, that's fine. The worst is to stay with him. If I live for a day, I will protect him."

"But he is very talented!"

"Moreover, this is a man who looks calm on the outside but is wild on the inside."

Mr. Su looked at the young man and said calmly: "The Kunpeng cub must be let out to fly. It cannot be kept as a pet."

The young man immediately looked at Mr. Su speechlessly.

Mr. Su smiled and said: "You are different from him. If you don't stay with the master, where else do you want to go?"

The young man was a little annoyed: "Even if you are my master, you can't...at least you shouldn't...woof!"

"Hahaha!"

After laughing enough, Mr. Su looked at the young man: "Since you like him, you might as well pay attention to him. When the time is right, you can take care of him secretly."

"But remember, don't let him know it's you!"

The young man bared his teeth and smiled: "Copy that!"

Turning around and going out, he couldn't help but stop when he reached the door: "You just talk about it, I don't believe you really don't care about him!"

"You're the one who's so troublesome, get out of here!"

"okay."

…

"Chief Zheng, I decided to join."

"Are there any entry procedures required?"

After coming out of the courtyard, Song Xiao dialed Zheng Ting's phone number.

In fact, it doesn't matter what Mr. Su's attitude is towards him.

He just chose to believe in Master.

These years of experience have also taught him a truth: if you want to avoid being bullied, you can only make yourself stronger!

"You've decided? That's great!"

Zheng Ting on the other end of the phone was still very polite and seemed a little excited: "Tomorrow... no, just tonight!"

"I heard Wang Peng tell you about the hotel where you are staying. We will send you the seal and token soon!"

"I'm going to treat you tonight. Let me find a place to have a drink and get to know each other first!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Xiao was a little speechless.

Are you in such a hurry?

He originally wanted to meet up with some classmates here, but now he can only give up.

And Zheng Ting and Wang Peng arrived faster than he expected.

In less than half an hour, Song Xiao appeared in the lobby of the hotel where he was.

He came down to greet the two of them. As soon as Zheng Ting entered the room, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a luxury! He actually lives alone in a suite!"

Wang Peng walked around and touched his lips, smacking his lips.

"If you are poor and have a rich life, of course you should not embarrass yourself when you go out. If I were rich, I would live like this!"

Zheng Ting shook his head and sighed.

Then he took out a white jade seal and a very delicate silver token made of an unknown material that could be placed in the palm of his hand.

Song Xiao took the seal and looked at it.

It looked new, with his name engraved in a small seal on the bottom.

Zheng Ting said: "This is made with special means, and there is a special seal from heaven hidden on it. I will teach you how to use it later."

Then he handed the silver token to Song Xiao and said with a cautious expression: "The seal means that you are from Heaven."

"The token represents your identity in heaven!"

"There is a special magic circle engraved inside the token, which needs to be activated with a spell."

"Whether it's daily task release, collection of practice resources, or your salary payment, it's all done through it."

Wang Peng added from the side: "Be careful with the token. Your salary and training resources will be directly invested in it!"

Song Xiao was slightly startled and asked in surprise: "Is it equivalent to a bank card with space transmission and storage functions?"

Wang Peng showed a proud smile and said: "Not only that, it also has an intelligent system and a certain degree of defense capabilities!"

"How's it going? Liu Bu Liu?"

Zheng Ting also smiled and said: "As I told you, the meat in the buns is not in the folds."

It was only at this moment that Song Xiao suddenly felt that Heaven was not as bad as he thought.

At least from this token, you can still feel some of its heritage.

Thinking of the blue and white porcelain tea can that had not yet been used, Song Xiao suddenly felt a little sorry for his master.

The wild ones are unloved!

Then Wang Peng took the initiative to teach Song Xiao how to use seals and tokens.

I have to say that it is a bit superficial to take it for granted that the ancients were not good at it.

The black technology contained in this token is quite awesome!

The spell that activates it can be changed to be personal after being learned.

The intelligent system used to read intelligence information and send and receive tasks only recognizes the owner's spiritual "password".

Even if it is lost or stolen, it is almost impossible for outsiders to open it.

Unless the owner dies.

Song Xiao quickly learned how to use it.

Zheng Ting, who was smoking on the sofa, waved his hand: "Let's go, I'm going to treat you tonight. I won't come back until you get drunk!"