Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 13 The Immortal’s Gift

"Is this the child?" the man asked kindly.

"Yes, I have to worry about Mr. Qian again." John Woo said respectfully.

"Easy to say." Qian Lao waved his hand and walked down from the meditation stage.

Lin Fan felt that Mr. Qian fit her image of an immortal very well. Although his hair is gray, his face does not look old. Around the age of forty, it is the time when a man shows his most charm. As he walked around, his robes fluttered, giving him an air of ecstasy.

He obviously has a young and romantic face, but he always puts on a loving face, although it is not out of the ordinary. For a moment, Lin Fan vaguely saw a trace of old age, but when he looked carefully, it was clear that there was nothing there.

And those eyes that were as bright as the stars could not be looked directly at again after just one look.

"Little friend, can you spread your arms?" Mr. Qian had already approached in a few steps.

Lin Fan subconsciously stretched out his arms and did not dare to move his neck.

Mr. Qian slowly walked around Lin Fan twice and then said, "Little friend, I'm going to massage your muscles and bones. Don't be afraid." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pinch Lin Fan's wrist and pinched it up inch by inch. , the strength is not great.

Lin Fan felt his arms were sore and numb, and he could hardly help but move them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qian Lao in front of him still squeezing, and he held back forcefully. She didn't know why, but she didn't dare to move in front of this person.

Qian Lao touched his shoulder and finally stopped. Lin Fan just breathed a sigh of relief when she felt someone pinched the back of her neck. It turned out that Mr. Qian turned behind her and pinched her spine.

This time it was really painful. Lin Fan felt as if his bones were being pulled out of his body and couldn't help but hiss.

"Does it hurt?" Mr. Qian's voice was kind, but his hands did not relax at all.

"No." Lin Fan pinched her throat and didn't dare to admit it. She didn't know why. It was obviously painful, but she was so scared.

Qian Lao pinched down along the neck bone little by little, and did not stop until he reached the waist bone.

Lin Fan let out a big breath, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. She really felt that her entire spine was being pulled out piece by piece. Fortunately, the pain slowly disappeared after Qian Lao stopped, otherwise she would have been unable to help but turn her head and look.

Mr. Qian returned to the front of Lin Fan and ordered amiably: "Close your eyes."

Lin Fan immediately closed his eyes.

Qian Lao stretched out his hand and pointed his thumb at the center of Lin Fan's eyebrows. The other four fingers covered the top of her head, and his middle finger landed on the Baihui point.

She didn't see him exerting any force. Lin Fan felt as if something had penetrated between her eyebrows. The electric light traveled around her body and returned to her eyebrows. The next second, Qian Lao's hand moved away: "Open." Eyes."

Opening his eyes, Lin Fan felt his arms scream with pain. She has been raising her hand for a while, when will she put it down?

Lin Fan peeked at Mr. Qian and found that he reached into his sleeve and pulled out something like a ruler. Although the sleeves are wide, they are very flowing and don't look like they contain anything at all. She was not allowed to think too much, as the things were already handed to her.

"Hold it firmly," Mr. Qian said.

Lin Fan quickly took the thing, clenched it with both hands, and secretly relaxed his sore arms.

It was something like jade, off-white, flat and elongated, about 30 centimeters long and 4 centimeters wide. Holding one end with both hands reveals a long section.

She held it for about five or six minutes, but no one said anything. Lin Fan didn't know why she was holding it. She couldn't help but peek at Mr. Qian, but he was caught by Mr. Qian who was looking at her.

"Xiao Wu, it seems that the little friend you brought has no spiritual roots."

"Spiritual roots?!" Lin Fan was shocked. Isn't that from the novel? She turned to look at John Woo.

John Woo took a few steps forward, opened the tablet in his hand, recorded what Mr. Qian said, and explained to Lin Fan at the same time: "You can understand it as elemental affinity."

"Well, that's an interesting statement." Mr. Qian took the things in Lin Fan's hand and stuffed them back into his sleeves. Lin Fan looked inside the empty sleeves and had no idea where the things had gone.

"We can understand it this way. Everything in the world is composed of various elements. Some people have an affinity for certain elements, so they can attract and mobilize these elements and become one of their own abilities." John Woo explained with a smile. "Cultivation to immortality is originally a scientific way of exercise. It's just that the science of those previous eras couldn't explain it."

Cultivation? !

Lin Fan suspected that he heard wrongly.

"Well, it makes sense," Mr. Qian agreed. "Cultivation to immortality is indeed a scientific way of exercise."

Well, this is a special institute, and it is normal to have people who are cultivators.

So is this Qian always an immortal?

Qian Lao laughed loudly, and Lin Fan finally realized that he had said what he was thinking.

"That depends on your definition of an immortal." John Woo also said with a smile, "If it means flying to the sky, escaping to the earth, moving mountains and filling the sea, then Mr. Qian is indeed an immortal."

Darling, you are so powerful.

Lin Fan felt confused as if he had strayed into a fairy tale script. He seemed to understand everything, but he didn't understand it.

Mr. Qian finished laughing and continued: "There is nothing special about this little friend's muscles and bones. The spiritual sense in the skull is not opened, and the spiritual roots in the body are not obvious. To prevent any mistakes, I even found a spiritual ruler to test on her. , you also saw that after holding it for a long time, nothing showed."

The spiritual ruler will change color when it senses the spiritual root, and John Woo also knows this.

"The hard-earned money is getting old." He nodded and wrote down quickly.

"It's not hard work," Mr. Qian said kindly, "It's just that I think my little friend Ni Wan is in chaos and can easily fall into a state of confusion. It is also fate that we meet today. I will give you something to keep you sane and never fall into confusion and madness. realm."

Before Lin Fan could understand, Wu Yusen quickly urged her: "Why don't you thank Mr. Qian quickly? He has many good things in his hands that ordinary people can't get."

Lin Fan said "Thank you" in a daze, and then realized that Qian always wanted to give her something.

"Don't make it sound like you haven't had it." Mr. Qian scolded John Woo with a smile, and dug his hands into his sleeves again.

"Aren't I envious? After all, your treasure is unparalleled. Who wants too much?" John Woo smiled and flattered him. Seeing that he hadn't finished digging for a long time, he asked with a smile, "You have a lot of things in your sleeves." How many things are packed there? You haven’t found them after so long?”

"The only disadvantage of Qiankun in the Sleeve is that it takes too long to find things. In the past, there were not so many things, so it was easy to find them. Now, there are many and complicated things. Big items are easier to find. If you want to find small items, you will inevitably have to pay more. Some time." Mr. Qian complained.

"What's in the pocket? Is it like Doraemon's pocket?" Lin Fan asked curiously.

Mr. Qian didn't know what Doraemon was, but John Woo answered: "The Universe in the Sleeve is a kind of magic. You can use Doraemon's pocket as a magic weapon, and the function is similar."

"Can magic weapons be made? Like Doraemon's pocket?" Who doesn't want to have a Doraemon pocket that can hold it and be portable.

"The weapon refining group has similar storage equipment. The space is not too big, and it is incomparable to the Qiankun in the Sleeve. As for pockets... they don't seem to have tried it. But even if they can make it, who would go out with a pocket? We The device is smaller, more portable and less noticeable."

"found it."

The two of them looked over quickly.

Mr. Qian was holding a small red wooden box in his hand, with exquisite and complicated patterns carved on the outside.

Lin Fan took it with both hands respectfully and opened it at John Woo's urging: it was a pair of black earrings.

I don’t know what kind of material it is made of. The top of the ball is two to three millimeters in diameter. It is not round when viewed up close. It has many facets and is a spherical polyhedron. There is a thin needle trailing behind, and the entire earring is integrated.

"This is a gadget I made with leftover materials when I was refining weapons many years ago. It's a good thing. It can reduce the interference of negative emotions on the mind, keep people clear and less likely to fall into madness. But it is only useful for ordinary people. It is of no use to us cultivators." Mr. Qian recalled, "When I saw my little friend today, I accidentally thought of this thing, so I just gave it to you."

"What material is this?" John Woo asked from the side.

"It's made of jade and contains no metal materials. Are you worried about the security inspection?" Mr. Qian said with a smile, "Don't worry."

John Woo asked Lin Fan to put it away and said, "I'll take you to the equipment assembly later to get a pair of buttons. Once you put them on, you don't have to worry about negative emotions having too much impact."

Mr. Qian said: "Why go to the equipment team? Just put it on here. I will help you refine it and it won't fall off no matter what. Those crappy things made by the equipment team, don't waste my good stuff."

Lin Fan was talking about this, so she could only put it on first, and then take it off if it didn't fit.

John Woo helped put on the earrings, and Mr. Qian stretched out his hand, his thumb and index finger pointing at both ends of the earrings.

Lin Fan felt his ears warm and saw Mr. Qian retract his hand. Touch it again, and the needle-like end becomes the same as the ball in front. It looks like two small balls at the front and back holding the ears.

John Woo looked at it carefully and asked, "Is it welded?"

"It is made into one body. This thing is small and easy to lose, and it needs to be worn for a long time to maintain the effect. It should not be taken off frequently. It is best to make it into one body." Qian Lao thought about it and seemed to think it was inappropriate, and asked again Lin Fan, "Or do you want to make it easy to get?"

Lin Fan felt that welding to death was inconvenient, but he was too embarrassed to work for money anymore, so he waved his hand and said no.

She didn't like wearing jewelry, so her ear piercings were always left empty. If there was nothing wrong with them, they could just be used as ear plugs.

Moreover, the jade material is inherently brittle, and it may break on its own at some point. If it really doesn't work, you can just push it down with something. There are many ways to do it, so you don't have to bother the immortals.

The two of them said goodbye to Mr. Qian, walked through the light curtain, and returned to the business department hall. Lin Fan watched the light curtain turn back to black as she came out, and couldn't help but touch it again. This time my hand couldn't go through anymore, it was a real wooden door.

John Woo smiled when he saw it and said, "I couldn't believe it the first time I saw it. I've gotten used to it after seeing it more."

"I thought you guys had special powers and could catch ghosts, but I didn't expect you to have immortals." Lin Fan admitted that he had very little knowledge.

"Cultivation of immortals is also a kind of our traditional Taoist culture. In fact, it has always existed in life. But most of the inheritance has been cut off. In recent years, we have also been looking for seedlings with spiritual roots to come back and cultivate them. This group of people is very powerful, this underground They dug up the office."

Lin Fan was still thinking yesterday about how long it would take to complete such a large project. As a result, I heard from John Woo that it was done by the Immortal Cultivation Department.

"There are spells for digging, there are spells for transporting, and there are spells for spawning plants. Of course, there are also help from other departments. Three times five times two times is all it takes." John Woo said as he walked.

"To be honest, they are really powerful. They are not on the same level as real people like us in hand-to-hand combat. If I hadn't had no spiritual roots, I would have wanted to go to the Immortal Cultivation Department."

"Ah, by the way, the earrings that Mr. Qian gave you are definitely good things." Wu Yusen suddenly warned: "I don't know if he is hundreds or thousands of years old. What he can keep in his hands is definitely not ordinary, but it is very rare." Don't give it to outsiders. I got one by chance and it benefited a lot."

"A few hundred to a thousand years old?" Lin Fan couldn't help but raise his voice. She thought Mr. Qian was just born with white hair. I just said that for a moment I saw Mr. Qian’s old demeanor and thought I was wrong.

"Isn't it scary? No one knows how many years he lived. It is said that when the Special Branch was first established and recruited him, Mr. Qian looked like this now. Decades have passed and it has not changed at all." John Woo clicked his tongue.

"Anyway, if you have money and are always in charge, the Special Office will not be poked by others. It is very stable!"