The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

The autumn cold in Xizhou is getting heavier and heavier.

In the early morning, the whole city was even shrouded in heavy fog.

Bai Mo was sitting in the office and saw a vast expanse of white and fog outside the window.

"It does get colder."

He patted the pure black suit on his body and continued to look at the computer screen and read the current root system documents.

Coincidentally, the article I am reading comes from Akamon University in the Sakura area.

Should I say it or not, the level of this literature is actually quite good?

“It’s very rigorous, very detailed, it consumes a lot of resources, and it does produce good results...”

The white ink mouse hovers over an icon in the document, looking at the data one by one, and feeling emotional while reading.

Fang Xiaoyu, who was sitting next to him, was also wearing a black suit and was dressing Bai Mo's fox apprentice, Grape Cake!

Grape Cake held its head high, spread its front paws, and puffed out its fat belly. It was so proud that it allowed Fang Xiaoyu to put on a shirt and a tie... Today I will go with Master to receive Rokuzo Miyamoto and have a banquet together. , attend important occasions together! It also needs to dress up and not lose face to Master!

While looking at the paper, Bai Mo suddenly saw a message pop up in the lower right corner of the desktop.

It was from Mo Lanyou.

[Today’s reception created quite a buzz on the Internet! 】

[Go and check out the Shexian Forum]

ah?

What rhythm could this have?

Bai Mo frowned, opened the forum, and was a little dumbfounded when he saw the first post.

[It’s great that Miyamoto Rokuzo is here. I strongly recommend that the Immortal Committee take the opportunity to introduce ninjas, ronin swordsmen, onmyojis, and shrine maidens]

[Their extraordinary abilities are also powerful enough, but the key is that they do not come from ancient immortals]

[Let’s not talk about whether our magical path is strong or not. It’s too uncomfortable to be controlled by ancient immortals.]

[Objectively speaking, their extraordinary abilities all come from themselves and may be stronger than ours]

Bai Mo had a strange expression. When he looked down, he was surprised to find that many people expressed support.

[That makes sense, I recommend introducing it]

[Today’s reception is a good opportunity]

[Could this be the reception event just for this matter? 】

[It makes sense, the Immortal Committee has probably already considered introducing it]

[I don’t know what price it will cost to introduce]

[For the future, a little effort is worth it]

Some people objected.

[What the hell do you know? If you are not from my race, your mind must be different]

[I don’t like their things]

[The ancient immortals and we are not of the same race, so it is better to rely on them than to rely on the ancient immortals]

[Why rely on them? 】

Bai Mo thought about it and smacked his lips.

"What the hell...could it be that the navy is setting the pace?"

The link to the post was sent to Fang Xiaoyu, and he asked, "Let the colleagues on the forum hurry up and help catch these messy trolls."

Fang Xiaoyu had just put on the tie for Grape Cake, and responded quickly, then turned to the computer screen, looked at the link sent by Bai Mo, and opened the chat window to contact the forum management department.

After a while, she looked at Bai Mo with a strange expression.

"Expert Bai Mo, I got those rhythmic user identification information.

"This...this...it seems that there really is no navy.

“They are all teenagers, or young people in their twenties, and a few are even family members of the Immortal Committee.

"They...well...they may, really think that way."

Bai Mo was stunned for a moment, frowned, and suddenly realized that the reception task this time was not that simple?

Maybe... I need to find an old Jianghu to help?

He took out his cell phone, found Chong Ye, and sent a message.

【Are you free today? 】

【Drive a car for me? 】

…

At half past ten in the morning, the sun rose high and the fog dissipated.

In front of the Golden Emperor Hotel, the parking plaza was temporarily suspended. A heavy red carpet was rolled out from the door. Both sides of the red carpet were crowded with journalists from all walks of life holding long guns and short cannons. They were talking and waiting anxiously.

"I didn't expect that this reception would be quite popular?"

"It has been trending several times."

"Is that the official reporter of the Shexian Forum over there? The whole process is broadcast live?"

"Does your family have the qualifications to follow you into the venue for filming?"

"You want to eat shit? How can our small media have such a big face?"

Outside the square, a dozen immortal arts committee members were chatting and laughing, waiting.

Commissioner Gu Lin stood in the middle, raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"It's half past ten now.

“According to the plan, the white ink experts will arrive at 10:40 and join us here to prepare to welcome the guests.

"The Sakura delegation will arrive at 10:50. They will go into the hotel banquet hall with the Bai Mo expert first, chat for a while, and start eating at 11:50."

A group of people were talking when they suddenly saw a long row of dozens of cars approaching from a distance, entering the parking lot, slowly stopping, and parking in a neat row.

The reporters immediately exclaimed.

"Oh, come on, come on!"

"Take pictures quickly!"

"Turn the camera around!"

This is a car with the door open.

The first row of men to get out of the car, wearing blue ninja uniforms, masks covering their faces, forehead protectors and hair tied up, were none other than ninjas!

The next row of men who got off the bus were wearing loose robes, wearing wooden clogs, and carrying swords at their waists. They were none other than the Ronin swordsmen!

The row of women who got off the bus again, with white clothes and red skirts, braids, and long bows slung across their backs, were none other than the shrine maidens!

The last row of men to get off the bus, wearing purple hunting clothes, red pants, and black hats, are none other than Onmyoji!

Among the Onmyoji, the leader was in his thirties, with a fair face and a cold expression. He threw open a folding fan and covered his chest. The fan was dipped in thick ink and written with four large characters... Miyamoto Rokuzo!

Click!

Click!

But it was the reporters who were frantically taking photos with flashlights of Miyamoto Rokuzo.

"Wow, he's so handsome."

"This pomp is a bit grand."

"Is Miyamoto Rokuzo an Onmyoji?"

Click!

Click!

As photos were taken, the reporters gradually discovered something was wrong.

"Where is the person we are receiving here? Where is the white ink expert? Why isn't he waiting for the guests?"

"Yes, where is the receptionist? Commissioner Gu Lin? He is not very qualified, is he?"

A group of people in Gulin looked weird, as disgusting as if they had eaten flies!

It was obviously arranged in advance for the cherry blossom visiting group to arrive at 10:50, but this group of people came 20 minutes early!

They were ahead of schedule, but the white ink experts were not ahead of schedule!

It was obvious that they were disobeying the arrangement, but it seemed like the Immortal Committee was being rude, and it was like the Baimo expert was being rude!

These guys...

"Huh? Could they have done it on purpose?"

"what should we do?"

"Would you like to go up and receive us first?"

"Notify the white ink experts first!"

“Arrange the trolls to go online and explain the matter clearly so that the public does not misunderstand!”

This group of people is embarrassed and depressed.

Miyamoto Rokuzo's group of people, however, all held their chests and heads high, full of momentum, and arranged themselves in formation to accept photos from reporters.

Miyamoto Rokuzo's face was as frosty as ice and extremely cold.

Gou Ping, the onmyoji with the mustache behind him, had a lewd smile in his eyes. That's right... they came in advance on purpose, in order to embarrass that white ink expert first...

Some reporters noticed something was wrong, while others were still laughing and taking photos frantically.

Click! Click!

"Miyamoto Rokuzo is so handsome, he might become famous on the Internet! Take more pictures!"

At this moment...

brush!

A black extended-length super luxury car was inserted between Miyamoto Rokuzo and the reporters, blocking the reporters' cameras.

The car door opens.

Mr. Chong got out of the car first, wearing a black suit, white gloves, and black sunglasses. He went to the back row, stretched out his arms sideways, and opened the door gracefully.

The first person to get out of the car was Wu Qingyun, who was also in a black suit and carrying a fairy sword at his waist.

The person who got out of the car next was Fang Xiaoyu, who could barely hide his anger and had a straight figure.

After that, the white-ink expert dressed in black got out of the car with an expressionless face and stepped on the parking lot ground with his leather shoes.

The last person to get out of the car was the fox apprentice Putao Cake, who was wearing the same black suit as Master and helping Master hold the computer!

It was a little too fat, and the suit was so bulging that the buttons almost came off. But it didn't care. It held its head high and its chest high, holding Master's computer in its front paws, its big tail raised high, and followed behind Master.

Today it needs to show off to Master, and its aura must be controlled!

Suddenly, the reporters were excited!

"Quickly take photos! White Ink Expert's new look!"

"How long has it been since the last time Expert Baimo wore a suit?"

"White ink expert, bodyguard, secretary, driver and fairy beast, my God, this complete look, quick shot, quick shot!"

Click! Click! Click!

"Damn, this crappy camera doesn't have enough capacity."

"Delete the photo that Miyamoto Rokuzo took just now. Don't let him waste storage space."

"Shoot! The white ink experts will appear less and less in the future!"

As the camera flashed, Bai Mo smiled and waved to the reporters.

I looked around and saw no one from the Sakura delegation.

"Didn't you say we've arrived?

"Where are they?"

Commissioner Gu Lin came forward while suppressing a smile.

"White ink experts, they are behind your car and are blocked by your car."

Mr. Chong was beside him, with his hands behind his back. Under his sunglasses, his face was serious, but in fact he was sneering in his heart.

He parked the car here on purpose, deliberately blocked the reporters' cameras, and deliberately blocked the Sakura delegation behind the car.

Bai Mo was a little embarrassed.

People like Sakura are too stingy, and their cleverness is disgusting.

He waved.

"Go and call them over."

…

After shaking hands, in an awkward atmosphere, Bai Mo and the Sakura delegation walked into the hotel lobby together as the reporters clicked.

Along the way, Miyamoto Rokuzo's expression became increasingly weird.

Obviously he is a Sakura noble, he is obviously an onmyoji with terrifying strength, and he obviously has a star-like appearance, which has fascinated thousands of girls in Sakura.

But walking with this white ink expert, for some reason, he subconsciously lags behind by half a body.

This white ink expert, with an expressionless face, stepped on the "click-click" flash light, walking in front as a car.

He was wearing a priest's uniform, holding a folding fan, and led hundreds of followers, but his aura was completely suppressed!

"call……"

He calmed his mind, held the folding fan, and prepared for the next conversation.

About to enter the hotel door, Committee Member Gu Lin behind Bai Mo subconsciously glanced at the tall door frame.

This door frame has been modified and filled with fairy detectors!

When Miyamoto Rokuzo and his followers enter one by one, they will be inspected one by one by detectors.

That's right... the Immortal Committee also wants to take this opportunity to explore the reality of Sakura's side and explore their so-called extraordinary path. What is going on?

…

In the small auditorium, both parties sat down and started chatting.

Click! Click!

Although live broadcasting is not allowed here, there are still many reporters taking quick photos.

Commissioner Gu Lin sat next to Bai Mo and frowned.

There was no response from the Shexian detector just now...either the other party's sequence was too high, or the other party really didn't know how to be a Shexian.

The most important thing is that the other party seems to have bad intentions, but the preparations of the Immortal Committee are not sufficient.

Then Miyamoto Rokuzo opened his mouth, with a smile on his face and a clear voice, speaking fluent Kyushu dialect.

"A long time ago, the Sakura region once obtained knowledge, etiquette, and craftsman skills from Kyushu. These were all extremely valuable assets and played a huge role in the development of the Sakura region!

"And today, we heard that Jiuzhou, our good friend and neighbor who once helped us, is in trouble?

"I heard that evil ancient immortals have appeared here. They master terrifying immortal arts, control countless human beings, do things for them, help them do evil, and create countless bloody cases.

"Our Sakura area has always been peaceful and stable, and there has never been such an incident.

“We don’t have ancient immortals either.

"What we have are ninjas who have trained their bodies to the extreme, understood the flow of life, and mastered magical ninjutsu!

"What we have is a rogue who has practiced sword swinging thousands of times, and finally sharpened his sword heart and mastered the magical swordsmanship!

"What we have are witches who serve the gods, who understand themselves clearly, strengthen their beliefs, hear the voices of the gods, receive the gifts of the gods, and finally use the power of the gods to strengthen themselves and change reality!

“What we have is an Onmyoji who communicates with ancient monsters, makes a contract with them, and borrows their power to maintain the stability of the world!

"Of course, our gods are not ancient immortals from another civilization, but gods created by the people's hearts, wishes, and thoughts over thousands of years of service. They belong to us, our civilization, and ours. era.

"The ancient monsters are a special group that have been living in the deep mountains and forests for thousands of years, coexisting harmoniously with human society and non-aggression.

"So, we are willing to use our power to help you fight against the ancient immortals from another civilization!"

The reporters either took a voice recorder or opened their notebooks and took shorthand notes to write down all these contents.

Commissioner Gu Lin frowned.

Not to mention that this kind of help is definitely not free.

Not to mention this kind of help, the true intention is difficult to guess.

Sakura's extraordinary system alone has made the Immortal Committee suspicious and distrustful.

But I heard Bai Mo speak lightly.

“I once heard someone summarize the legends of gods and ghosts in the Sakura area.

"I said that there are always big monsters in your place, killing people and poisoning all living beings.

“And these big monsters will not be eliminated in the end, but will be enshrined by helpless people and put into temples.

"I think this is ridiculous!

"I just wanted to ask Mr. Miyamoto today, is this summary correct or incorrect?"

Miyamoto Rokuzo was stunned for a moment, unable to answer this question.

Because... the legend of Sakura's gods and ghosts is really like this!

Most of the things enshrined in their temples are big monsters that cannot be dealt with after causing harm to people.

The group of followers behind him all lowered their heads.

Of course they can deny this conclusion on the spot...but the legends of Sakura's gods and ghosts have been circulating for hundreds of years, and you can find them by just searching. Whether what the white ink expert said is correct or not can be known by the world at a glance. There's no excuse for that.

Some of the reporters who were watching were astute and had figured out the meaning of Expert Bai Mo's words... The ones enshrined in your temple are all big monsters that can't be dealt with after killing people. Even if you have the willpower to concentrate on them, it's a shame. That he is a god who can save the world?

What's more, Bai Mo raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly... What a concentrated effort, it was pure nonsense!

The Sakura delegation present included thirty ninjas, thirty vagabonds, thirty mikos, thirty onmyojis, plus one Miyamoto Rokuzo, a total of one hundred and twenty-one people. Their bodies had been specially processed to be able to hide from them. Shexian detector, but it can't be hidden from Bai Mo's consciousness!

One hundred and twenty followers, ninety of whom have no physical abnormalities and are not involved in immortality or sequence nine.

Fifteen people have Dantian Qi Hai, fifteen people have eyebrow consciousness sea, sequence eight. They are all included in the three paths of beast control, talisman path, and sword immortal path.

Miyamoto's Rokuzo contains a sea of ​​qi in the Dantian and a sea of ​​consciousness between the brows, with a sequence of seven or above. Way to control beasts.

This group of people were dressed in colorful, fat and strange clothes, some were carrying samurai swords, some were carrying long bows, some were like kindergarten children with lipstick on their eyebrows, and there were also big-tailed wolves that inexplicably grabbed a fan in late autumn. Open your mouth and brag loudly, shamelessly, and help others fight against the ancient immortal.

In fact, they are a group of liars!

They are no different from the immortal magicians of Kyushu.

Behind them are also ancient immortals!

Big chapter! Haha, four thousand six hundred words.