Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Hence, the Federal High Level did not conceal the progress of the Civil War of the Real Human Empire.

Including “Federal myth, vulture Li Yao” with his own power, suppressed the repair of Xianzhu Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi, rushed off, and carried the flag of innovation, all propaganda machines fully spread horsepower.

Since the situation is very good, troop support to Li Yao is a sensible thing, it is hard to say how elsewhere, at least here - Li Yao's home town of Fungo, has long been a crowd excitement, people's hearts are available.

Meng Xiaowang swept freely, between the street alleys, the atmosphere of fanaticism can be seen everywhere, supporting the heat wave of the expedition.

Just passing a street, it was a rally of veterans, the drumming of the drums, the firecrackers, another alley, some middle school students with naive colors were talking about the vast discourse; on the glass curtain wall of the tall building, there were nine articles in ten advertisements about the miracle created by Li Yao in the center of the star sea - the details of the battle between Li Yao and Wu Yingqi did not come back from the center of the star sea, just gave merchants and the media infinite imagination space, everyone opened their minds to show how Li Yao actually beat Wu Yingqi, after repeated rendering and exaggeration, basically, this battle has been escalated to the extent of the Emperor and the Blood God battle 10,000 years ago, the enhanced version of power.

Looking at a three-dimensional three-dimensional light screen, the dazzling illusion conjured up the image of Yingwu Li Yao of "Federal God of War, Federal State Father, Federal Miracle”, Meng Xiaolang smiled slightly, like hiding a little secret that only he knew.

“Brother, Brother! ”

Several middle school students found him, but couldn't tell the difference between him and the active servicemen. Hula La came up and asked, “Are we going on an expedition to the center of the star sea? You're gonna win. You're gonna beat all the bad guys in the empire, aren't you? Like the Black Wind Fleet! ”

Meng Xiaowang naturally knows that even if the Federation is really on an expedition, it is not necessarily going to fight the "Empire Big Bad", but it is also possible to alliance with the "Empire Big Bad" to fight the "Chosen King Big Bad" and the "Alliance Super Bad"!

But these intricate political issues, even his little buddies in the military academy don't have to be clear, not to mention these bloody little guys!

Meng Xiaowang nodded and waved his fist hard. “Of course, the Confederate Army is invincible! ”

That's what Meng Xiaowang and most of his college classmates are saying.

The Black Wind Fleet is already one of the strongest fleets in the Real Human Empire and has been beaten rarely by the Federation.

Though there are more powerful enemies than the Black Wind fleet, today's Federation has made great strides compared to a few years ago, especially... the Kunlun fleet...

When I think of the words "Kunlun fleet," Meng Xiaowang's eyes and heart are burning at the same time.

He broke free of the junior high students' entanglements and stepped up his footsteps, turning into an old residential neighborhood with a familiar road.

This shady old neighborhood, and the surrounding golden, magnificent and squamous towers, had plans for renovation and even reconstruction long ago, but most of them were disabled veterans who had been accustomed to staying around for decades, reluctant to relocate and left behind.

In the corner of the old neighborhood, there is a barbershop hidden with no sign, only a half-door face, with a three-color lamp that won't turn long ago, with two lines of big words twisted around: “Shave your head 20, veteran half price”.

This is the kind of vintage barbershop that could almost be called a shaving shop.

Don't say that right now, all kinds of flowers and greens, all kinds of “beauty centers”, “image design clubs” layered out, into a hair cut can change face, even a hundred or two years ago in the Federation, rarely find this... rustic barbershop.

This little shop is like an amber sealed in time, passing directly from a thousand years ago, full of ancient and stubborn flavors.

And the customers who often come to this dust-sealed shop, the residents of this old neighborhood, the disabled veterans.

Somehow, the arrangement of this small shop and the craftsmanship of the owner of the shop are very suitable for the taste of the veterans. The veterans say that not only is there fair fees, the master craftsmanship is extraordinary, but there are also a number of excellent works such as "Dan Fengzhel”. It is a good thing that has been lost for centuries. Except here, you can't find it anywhere else, even the biggest “wave image design center” in Fungo City.

There are also people who argue that the owner of the "Wave Image Design Center” is willing to hire the master here to preside over the big game, even waited three days and three nights at the door, the master here does not take care of people, that's so cheerful, I really can't say!

As such, ten or ten times a pass, this unnamed shaving shop has become a necessary place for many Fungo City veterans to come three or five times apart. Not only do the residents of the neighborhood, even the veterans who live in the new development area, like to rush here tirelessly, even if they don't cut their hair, pick an ear, press their head, and talk to a group of old men about cowhide. It's heartbreaking.

Meng Xiaowang walked to the door of a barber shop without a name, raised his toes and looked inside through the window. Fortunately, there are not many people today, only one customer is lying on the barber chair, comfortably enjoying the shop owner, that is, the only master's ear mining technology.

And this shaver, not tall, white hair, is old, but there are not many wrinkles on his face, the look is even more focused. The eyes like those of the falcons remind Meng Xiaowang of the sniper in the military school, the hands with no tattoos, even to get the scalpel is not vague. If you wash the slurry on your body into a white coat and replace it with a big white pencil, it is to live off a surgical saint!

This shaving master, like a surgeon, is Meng Xiaowang's grandfather, named "Meng Jiang”.

Meng Xiaolang was the closest thing to Grandpa since he was a kid, and he loved watching Grandpa play with the razor. When he couldn't even talk, he often stayed and watched Grandpa flip white blades, dancing on the customer's head, and could watch for a day.

Meng Xiaowang often bragged to his classmates in the military school that he had masterful knife skills, which he had learned from his grandfather, authentic home schooling sources.

“Grandpa! ”

Meng Xiaolang knew that Grandpa hated being disturbed when he was working. Grandpa often said that he picked up a razor like a painter picked up a brush and had to make it, so he picked up the edge of the window and stood by patience until the customer was satisfied enough to leave, which was why he threw the military backpack away and pounded it into Grandpa's arms.

“Wave, what brings you back? ”

Meng Jiang smiled, pinched and pinched his grandson, looked and looked, "Tall, dark, strong, good, good, good, but, old, festive, why are you back, swept out by the military school? ”

“What do you mean? ”

Meng Xiaowang sniffed his nose, sometime stole a razor from Mengjiang, played a beautiful knife flower, let the razor flow like mercury between his fingers, “Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe in your own good genes, no exaggeration, only your grandson chose the fleet's share, who can sweep my 'Razor' out of the door? I'm Zheng Daguang, I took a leave of absence and came straight to Grandpa at the station! ”

“Well, sneaky, problematic. ”

Meng Jiang's smile grew stronger and stronger. “Why, I didn't even see your parents, so I thought I'd meet Grandpa first? ”

“That is, Grandpa is the eternal idol of the grandson's heart. How can I not see you first? Come on, Grandpa, try this. This is the 'sand shoots frozen' canister we got from the crystal world from Erzhuang dormitory. It says it's a specialty of the crystal world desert. It's the freshest, but my nose and blue face and these animals grabbed back a canister. Even my father won't leave it for him, so I'll honor you! ”

Meng Xiaowang put the cans in his hands, took a pause, looked at Yan Guangguan, and cautioned, “Then what? Besides, I still want to go home with you to meet my parents...”

Mengjiang began to smile and enjoy the filial respect of his grandson. When he heard his grandson mention his son, his old face sank, and the old man gathered like a cloud: “Why did you bring him up so well? This soul drilled into the money's eyes. When he came back here, I beat him out. Do you still want me to go see him? Dream!”

“Hey...”

Meng Xiaowang looked silly, but he said it. He had to go on with his scalp. "No, don't be angry, Grandpa, what did my father do to you? ”

“So what? ”

Meng Jiang had sex, “Isn't all this shit enough? You said, come here, you said, you judged, I put my hard work into the basics industry all my life, the huge ‘wave image design center’ was entrusted to him, and I thought he could make my whole life glow, and what happened to this dog, I beat the rest of my life with the old man statistics demobilized, came a 'unmanned, fully automatic' design, the Guest came to the door, locked into the" shaping cabin "of his drum, cracked, three down on five out of two, whatever you want the shaping done instantly, the whole process full crystal brain manipulation, hundreds of psychic limbs completed, no labor.

“No artificial, listen, this is kind of the hallmark of our" wave image design center, "so design the shape, cut hair, have a soul, have life, have ——" Daoist "? That's it, the price is doubling, he didn't get into the money, what is it? ”

“Yes, yes, yes. ”

Meng Xiaowang nodded, “I also think that, uh, the kind my dad's doing now, no soul, no life, no... Daoist, just drilled into the eyes of money. ”

“There is even more excessive, that" free-for-all patch ", just stick it on the brain door, and connect it with the mobile crystal brain, whatever shape you want, just move your mind and you can change, your hair red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple can change, but it's not true, it's just a 3D fiction, it's an illusion! I was the most unfamiliar with this kind of thing at the time, and your father didn't refuse to be a part of what he became… ‘strategic partner’, strongly marketed in all the direct stores, chains and franchises under the 'tide flag'. ”

Meng Jiang slapped his thigh, “This isn't cheating on consumers! ”