Super system plunders the heavens

There was silence in the hall.

There is only the sound of brush strokes on the rice paper.

A line of characters resembling oracle bone inscriptions appeared under Ye Yu's pen.

"What text is this?"

Xiao Zhantian looked at the words written by Ye Yu and frowned.

I don't understand it at all

On the contrary, Li Wuzhen stroked his beard lightly and pondered, "This should be something similar to oracle bone inscriptions or pictographs."

"After all, it is the text engraved on the stone tablet from heaven in ancient times. Don't you think it's simplified characters?"

"Ok."

Xiao Zhantian scratched his head and said helplessly, "But we can't understand this kind of writing?"

Hearing this, Ye Yu continued to write the Emperor's Sutra and said aloud, "You don't need to understand it, you just need to understand the artistic conception above."

Soon Ye Yu wrote down a line of Emperor Jing, but when Ye Yu wanted to continue writing the second line...

call

The rice paper on the square table suddenly ignited and ignited without a trace, and instantly disappeared into a handful of flying smoke.

"not good"

"What happened to the paper?"

Seeing this, Li Wuzhen and Xiao Zhantian cried out in shock.

Ye Yu put away her pen and looked at the ashes left on the square table.

After realizing it for a moment, he raised his eyebrows.

"It seems that this piece of paper cannot carry the power of the Emperor's Scripture"

Li Wuzhen and Xiao Zhantian thought for a moment after hearing the words, and then suggested.

"Why don't you try another piece of paper?"

Ye Yu nodded upon hearing the words, that's all she could do.

But after changing a piece of rice paper.

Still writing down a line of imperial scriptures just like before, the paper turned into flying smoke and dissipated

Next, Ye Yu changed several materials for writing.

Even materials such as stele metal were selected.

But the result is the same

None of these things can carry the power of Dijing

In the end, Ye Yu had no choice but to give up.

"It seems that only very special materials can carry the power of the Emperor's Scripture"

Turning to look at Li Wuzhen and Xiao Zhantian, Ye Yu said aloud, "But this matter is not in a hurry, after all, the spiritual energy has not recovered yet."

Li Wuzhen and Xiao Zhantian nodded their heads one after another.

"It's a good practice, you can take it easy for a while."

"The most important thing now is to deal with the next changes in Reiki recovery"

Leaning on the wicker chair, Ye Yu sipped tea and said to Xiao Zhantian, "How is the affairs of Summit Group doing now?"

Hearing Ye Yu's question, Xiao Zhantian sat up straight with a solemn expression on his face.

"The Summit Group has already been established with capital injection"

"It now generally includes four departments: the Internet Propaganda Department, the Magazine Media Department, the Auction Resource Department, and the War Department."

"The publicity on the Internet and magazines has been fully rolled out, only the auction and war department are still under construction"

Ye Yu nodded his head when he heard the words, and was lost in thought for a moment.

"Don't worry about the auction until after the spiritual energy recovers."

"However, the war department must be established as soon as possible."

Xiao Zhantian straightened his body and said in a deep voice, "I understand."

"The statistics of the martial arts practitioners in the war department have been calculated. The personnel statistics of the Dao League are in progress, but there is one thing that needs to be decided by the uncle."

Ye Yu raised his eyebrows with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"whats the matter?"

"Daoist leader Tianjizi made a suggestion..."

Xiao Zhantian remembered the message from the Daoist League three days ago.

"Since the practice world has appeared in the public's sight, should we establish a school for practitioners?"

"If the Daomeng is established, it is willing to contribute people to replenish teachers and build schools"

"School?"

A gleam appeared in Ye Yu's eyes.

"Tianjizi Daoist is really good at calculating."

"But it's a good idea"

Ye Yu closed her eyes slightly and pondered for a moment.

"Reply to Daomeng and say to establish a school for practitioners"

"But the teachers in the school must be members of the war department"

"At the same time, the school is divided into martial arts classes and magic arts classes"

Chapter 1050 The Regretful Sun Gang

Yan country.

I don't know when a word suddenly became popular.

Practitioner

This word frequently appears in the eyes of everyone.

Hot headlines.

National News.

Magazines and newspapers.

live media.

Numerous publicity channels are delivering a message to people.

It turns out that this world is not ordinary and has a more mysterious side.

The world of practice has finally lifted a corner of the mysterious veil to everyone.

A Ke's live broadcast room has already become a phenomenon-level live broadcast room.

Every time A Ke broadcasts live, the number of viewers reaches a terrifying number

Even the elderly who are too old to understand electronic products will log in to A Ke's live broadcast room on time.

At the same time, the sales of the Summit magazines printed by the magazines under the Summit Group were even more crazy.

Its editor-in-chief, Su An, has become a popular figure in everyone's discussion

The title of Summit Magazine’s first report is “The Mystery of the Death of a Respected Doctor Shocked”

It is such a very "tasteful" name.

It has become a topic that everyone talks about.

Everyone is discussing whether what is written on it is true or false.

But with the passage of time and the gradual reveal of the practice world.

More and more people believe the above reports.

People's Life Magazine.

Editor-in-chief Sun Gang's office.

The fat Sun Gang sat down on the seat, and the seat made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

patter

Taking out a cigar, Sun Gang lit it and took a deep breath.

"call···"

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke ring, Sun Gang raised his eyelids and looked at Liu Chang, the marketing director of the magazine in front of him.

"Tell me what you want from me?"

Hearing Sun Gang's question, Liu Chang's forehead broke out in cold sweat.

"Editor-in-chief...the magazine's sales have declined recently."

"Humph"

Sun Gang snorted coldly with his cigar in his mouth.

"Sales of magazines have declined in recent years"

"Do you still need to find me for this matter?"

Liu Chang's eyes flickered and he said out loud, "This..."

“The sales of this one have fallen sharply recently”

Sun Gang brushed a few hairs lying on his head and said impatiently, "Tell me, how much are the sales now?"

Liu Chang did not answer but raised a finger.

Sun Gang exhaled a puff of smoke ring and said, "One hundred thousand copies?"

Embarrassment appeared on Liu Chang's face and he whispered, "Not that much."

Anger flashed between Sun Gang's brows.

He pressed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray and twisted it fiercely.

"Is it impossible to do ten thousand?"

"Liu Chang, let me tell you that if you are still at this level next month, you don't have to do it as a supervisor."

"Ten thousand copies? You want me to drink northwest wind?"

Liu Chang smiled awkwardly and said, "The editor-in-chief doesn't have as many as [-] copies."

"what?"

Sun Gangteng stood up.

"Could it be a thousand copies?"

Sun Gang's voice became thinner.

If only [-] copies were sold, the magazine would be closed down

I can't even afford the salary, so what a fart

Liu Chang looked at the impatient Sun Gang and said dryly, "There is only one copy."

"all···"

Sun Gang rolled his eyes, almost lost his breath and passed out

But Sun Gang would rather pass out and treat it all as an illusion.