One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

——But I was thinking in my heart, I came 10 minutes early, how long did you guys come in advance!

"Cough, uh, well, since Ms. Gu is here, let's start today's agenda."

Today's meeting discusses the specific content of all practitioners of Daxia Academy's participation in the reconstruction of Junmi City.

After all, cultivator resources are scarce human resources. Many cultivators who rushed to Junmi for disaster relief during natural disasters still need to rest and recover. No matter how you say it, it is not suitable to pull people out to work.

As Junmi City's signature university, Daxia College is also one of the top universities in the country. It has a lot of cultivator resources that can be mobilized. What is to be discussed now is how to arrange students into the reconstruction team.

It can not only help the post-disaster reconstruction work, but also an experience for students, so this proposal was passed quickly, and now it is time to discuss how to implement it.

After all, even if you are a cultivator, a student is still a student. Performance in school and practical ability in society are two different concepts. Although the starting point is good, it will be a bad thing if it adds chaos to the reconstruction team.

"First of all, the contact with the Disaster Response Bureau has been completed, and the tasks assigned to the students are relatively simple tasks, but they can also play a big role."

"Building materials handling, fatigue recovery, cleaning environment..."

Gu Wulian looked at the slideshow projected on the big screen and nodded clearly.

Use spells to avoid the simplest but labor-intensive physical work, and help disaster relief workers recover. At the same time, dirty areas such as sewers, or areas where dust is concentrated, can also be cleaned with spells, so that reconstruction personnel do not need to wear Complicated equipment, more flexible, lightweight and efficient reconstruction tasks.

In addition, there are many aspects that can improve efficiency with spells. It seems that before the start of the meeting, Daxia Academy has already set the basic framework, which can be said to be extremely efficient.

"Professor Liu will contact you with the hospital in terms of recovery from fatigue. Is there any problem?"

The old man with a peaceful face nodded and said with a smile: "Old man, I can also contribute, which is very good."

"The geological survey will be handed over to Professor Zhang. Your workload may be a bit heavy, after all, Professor Ma is not here."

"Small things." A middle-aged man nodded calmly, "It's nothing, those students, I have confidence."

After several arrangements, Luo Long looked at the mature female professor sitting next to Gu Wulian.

"Professor Jing, I will leave the part of moving the building materials to you."

"……me?"

The tall and beautiful professor withdrew her gaze from Gu Wulian's body, and responded solemnly: "This task...is a bit like hard work, I don't mind it. But there are students who are good at this. At least the children of the noble family, I am not sure that these young people can work well."

The essence of Yuan Ling is omnipotent, but in this era, any cultivator will actually choose a clear, but relatively narrow path.

For example, cultivators of the Combat Department either choose to temper and strengthen their bodies with Yuan Ling, or practice spells to control certain elements like Luo Long.

Spells such as "transportation" are similar to telekinetic and omnipotent spells. It is not difficult to practice at the beginning, but if you want to have profound attainments and achievements in this huge field, you need to burn a lot of resources. Cultivators absolutely cannot afford it.

Those who have some skills in this field are either extremely talented or have rich family.

And it is normal for the children of aristocratic families with abundant resources to be stronger than ordinary cultivators in this respect.

But to let these children of aristocratic families with golden spoons in their mouths do jobs like moving bricks, it's really hard to say what their attitude is.

Professor Jing's words made Luo Long frown slightly: "Indeed, they are all well-clothed and well-fed kids who have never experienced hardships. I don't remember many students who came out to help when the college was hit by an earthquake."

In the face of this kind of disaster, it is natural not to force college students and young people who have not yet entered society to sacrifice their lives, otherwise it would be a bit harsh.

But in Luo Long's eyes, the label of cultivator means a responsibility that must be borne, so for this old man from the military, it is a bit shameful that the student cultivators of Daxia Academy failed to do anything. One of the reasons for the idea of ​​sending students to help rebuild after the disaster.

The old man in the chief seat of the conference room stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and slowly turned his gaze to Gu Wulian who was reading the slides.

"...Ms. Gu."

Luo Long coughed lightly: "Can I leave this matter to you?"

"...Huh?" Gu Wulian was taken aback for a moment, and then felt everyone's eyes on her.

Confusion, curiosity, hesitation, anticipation...

"Then let me do it." She smiled casually, "With me here, they won't make mistakes, let alone accidents, so don't worry."

Luo Long nodded in response: "With Ms. Gu, you say that, so I feel relieved."

However, he looked regretful that he didn't hear what he wanted to hear.

Of course Gu Wulian knew what this muscular old man was thinking, it was nothing more than something like "then let me train these aristocratic children".

Subsequent meetings mainly focused on discussing specific details and personnel arrangements, and the process went smoothly without any problems.

But after it's over...

Gu Wulian lowered his head and sent Yan Lu a message to go back soon, asking her what she wanted to eat, but when she looked up, she found that everyone was sitting there and no one left the table.

The white-haired girl turned her head to look at Luo Long blankly: "Is there anything else?"

The old man immediately coughed twice: "It's okay, it's okay, we can leave."

Many professors hesitated for a moment, but still did not stand up.

In the end, Gu Wulian, an old professor, got up first, and the other professors got up one after another and left the meeting room.

Gu Wulian didn't leave because Luo Long sent her a message to stay.

... I don't know why this 90-year-old man dared not ask her to stay for a while.

"So." Ms. Gu looked at Luo Long who stood up and supported the table, and said helplessly, "What's the matter with Principal Luo?"

If it is said that the other professors recognized Gu Wulian's unfathomableness through her knowledge, then Luo Long...is the one who has personally experienced that power.

The old man who climbed out of Shura's Purgatory, the more he recalled the day's sparring, the more he changed from calm to frightened, and even sweated down his back.He thought many times, if he tried his best that day, what chance would he have of winning.

The answer is absolutely zero.

After repeated deduction, Luo Long unexpectedly found that he could not infer Gu Wulian's limit from her performance at all, and could not see the root of it at all.

Climbers halfway up the mountain will think that they are at the highest point when they are surrounded by clouds and mist; only those who stand on the top can look up and see how high the sky is.

And after that incident happened, Luo Long was even more sure——

"Ms. Gu, I just want to... ask you one thing."

The old man looked solemn, while Gu Wulian pursed his lips slightly.

Naturally, the less people know about her true identity, the better. How should the Zhuang family deal with it? I think Xun Jianzhang will have a countermeasure, and Luo Long... naturally cannot tell him the truth.

As for the reason, she had already discussed it with Xun Jianzhang and Zhao Changlie.

"You must be... a descendant of Immortal Emperor Zhen!"

Luo Long said in an extremely determined and expectant tone.

"I……"

All kinds of words were stuck in Ms. Gu's throat for a moment, her expression was slightly stiff, and her eyes were slightly unbelievable.

I... I became my descendant?

But she quickly realized that Luo Long's idea... seemed to be okay.

After all, the image of himself here is probably too different from the psychological image of this fanatical admirer of Emperor Zhenxian. He doesn't think he is Emperor Zhenxian, which is quite normal.

Ms. Gu naturally shook her head and denied, "It's not his descendants, Emperor Zhenxian... has no descendants."

She doesn't want to destroy her first life's fame with her own hands, okay!

Luo Long was a little anxious: "But you..."

"Although it is not a descendant." Gu Wulian smiled, "But you can understand it as... an inheritor or something."

After her existence has stepped into a higher level of vision, she has to find a reason for her name and ability. Xun Jianzhang and Zhao Changlie's information blockade will make people think of more subtle things, so it is better to use the name "inheritor" Head, at least it sounds much more comfortable than later generations - this is also the result of her discussion with Xun Jianzhang and Zhao Changlie.

She can add meaning to the title of "inheritor", anyway, the final interpretation is in her hands, and she can decide what to inherit, right?

Coupled with the official endorsement of Jiuhua, if something happened that exposed her to the public, it would also make this statement stand.

As for changing her name, it never appeared in Gu Wulian's options. If she really wanted to remain anonymous, she wouldn't use the name Gu Wulian in the first place.

Facts have proved that the name Gu Wulian did not cause her much trouble. If it hadn't been for this shot, her life would still be the same as before, and there would be no disturbances due to the name.

Jiuhua has already started to operate, and the focus of the publicity is on the unity of the people, not on the matter of Zhenxian Dili's power to pull the mountains and rivers, so that this incident will gradually fade from the public's field of vision. I think it will take a year or two, everyone see Her eyes should return to normal.

"...The inheritor?"

Luo Long took a deep breath: "Then, what happened that day..."

"That's him, uh... he's an old man..." Gu Wulian said with a delicate expression, "It's really emotional."

"Now--"

"It has indeed dissipated in the world."

"..."

The old man's arms supporting the table trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath for a while, and finally heaved a long sigh in relief.

It's a pity, but also a joy.

"Principal Luo, please keep my identity a secret."

Gu Wulian looked at the emotional Luo Long, and said softly, "Although I am his inheritor, he doesn't have any idea...to bring back the dynasty of truth thousands of years ago."

"I know." The old man whispered, "How could a person like Emperor Zhen have such ridiculous ambitions? The power he inherited must be...to protect, to protect."

The words that echoed in the sky and the earth stirred in his mind, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

Luo Long raised his head and said solemnly to Gu Wulian: "Please rest assured, Ms. Gu, I will never reveal your identity."

Gu Wulian smiled and said, "That's fine, is there anything else?"

"No more... Thank you, Ms. Gu."

"...Thank you."

The white-haired girl looked at the old man. When she first entered Daxia Academy, she knew that Luo Long was a fanatical admirer of Emperor Zhenxian.

What does Immortal Emperor Zhen mean to this old man who seems to be in good health, but actually has gone through hundreds of years and fought countless battles?

She smiled softly and quietly left the meeting room.

If it is said that the "Emperor Zhenxian" can make Jiuhua have another hero like Luo Long, who can fight for this land for dozens of years and sacrifice his life in natural disasters——

As long as they don't let them chase blindly, but actually fight for that idea...

Then even if it is shaped into a statue that is not real, it still has meaning.

Chapter 150 – A Rest

The generator in the apartment is only enough to supply the most basic living expenses, and each resident cannot exceed the rated electricity, so Yan Lu and Gu Wulian at home neither watch TV together nor play games, and are doing their own things. things.

"...Zhao Zhuyue, Fifth Yunzhao, Bai Jun, Ming Chang..."

Gu Wulian looked at the file on the phone, which was about the students she was responsible for and assigned to the post-disaster reconstruction work of moving building materials.

The content in it was detailed, and after browsing through it, she confirmed that the considerations of the professors at the meeting were not unreasonable.

Six of these eight students are descendants of aristocratic families, and only two are ordinary students with no background. They need to be replaced by ordinary teachers, so that these students with extraordinary backgrounds and cultivators can do this kind of hard work like moving bricks. It's hard to say whether it can be suppressed.

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, the girl rested her cheeks in thought, her soft snow-colored long hair hanging down one side of her cheek.

"What kind of attitude is better..."

The slender index finger lightly tapped on the thigh, and Ms. Gu frowned and said to herself.

Ms. Yan Lu, who was also sitting cross-legged on the floor and tinkering with models, looked up with a slightly surprised expression.

She clearly remembered... her aunt's sitting posture seemed to have been very dignified since when.

However, this doubt did not linger in her mind for too long, and it was quickly skipped.

"Let's see how they perform before making a decision."

Gu Wulian stretched her waist, and the fit black short sleeves moved up due to the stretching of the soft waist, revealing the snow-white flat, tender abdomen with a hint of pink.

Ms. A Lu stared at her aunt's belly with her left eye, and her right eye at the parts in her hand. She did two things at once, without affecting her speed of fiddling with the model at all.

"Ah Lu."

"Ok?"

Yan Lu looked back at the speed of light, and fiddled with the parts seriously with the attitude of a professional glue guy, without looking at Wulian: "What's the matter, aunt?"

"Your model..." Gu Wulian looked confused, "I remember I bought it for you for a long time? Haven't you put it together yet?"

What Yan Lu is working on right now is the birthday present that Gu Wulian gave her, the global limited edition ultra-expensive Yuanling gunship model - Wild Deer Zero Three.

She is actually very interested in seeing what this thing looks like after playing together, but although Yan Lu was very excited when he unpacked it, he didn't know why he didn't put it together. Occasionally, she seemed to be messing with something. But they have been fiddling with parts and not assembling.

"Well..." Yan Lu coughed twice, "There are some very critical steps, don't rush for a while."