The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

Under the bright sunshine.

The headquarters of the Bureau of Superpowers was filled with company employees, from the highest authority of the branch to the senior management to the managers of each department. Everyone stood quietly on both sides of the red carpet waiting.

Silent, without sound.

An extended black Bentley was parked on the long red carpet. Steward Ding, who had a serious face, and two aloof men walked out of the car. The two men were Yan Mu and Pei Ming.

The driver put his snow-white gloves on the door handle, while Butler Ding, Pei Ming and the other two stood respectfully by and waited.

Zhao Wenting walked out of the car in the bright sunshine, with his handsome figure and aristocratic and cold temperament, as if no one could approach him.

As the man got out of the car, another person got out from behind him. It was Zhao Wenbin.

Both brothers came together.

The old butler whispered a few words respectfully in Zhao Wenting's ear, and Zhao Wenting nodded indifferently and politely. Then, facing the respectful bows of everyone, they walked into the lobby.

Today is the day when Zhao Wenting officially takes over the Superpower Bureau.

Half an hour later, the top leaders of each branch sat around the long oval conference table, and other senior executives and department managers sat in order at the back. Everyone took their seats and flipped through the agenda materials they had just received, whispering to each other.

The photographer walked to the camera position, and the public relations department staff also patiently checked the equipment.

The conference room door opened.

Zhao Wenting walked in, followed by Zhao Wenbin, Steward Ding, Yan Mu, and Pei Ming. Everyone in the conference room stood up immediately. He nodded slightly and walked indifferently to the chairman's seat and sat down. Everyone then sat down. Facing the new master, no one dared to speak loudly.

Even when the old man of the Zhao family was still alive, everyone knew that he would sooner or later become the new master of the Supernatural Bureau, and today's inauguration meeting was just a formality.

There was a fresh fragrance in the air inside the conference room.

On his first day in office, after Zhao Wenting read out the internal plan that needed to be rectified, he quietly looked around and stared at everyone in the audience. They looked at each other, no one raised any objections, and no one dared to raise any objections at this time.

"Since everyone has no objection to the above rectification plan, it will be implemented from tomorrow."

"Clap clap-!"

Zhao Wenbin led the applause, and crisp applause rang out in the huge office.

This was followed by deafening collective applause.

Just as the two brothers had expected, the inauguration meeting was a success.

He pushed open the door that no one had entered for a long time, but he had always wanted to enter.

Wenyuan Pavilion, a place forgotten by people.

The shaken-off dust tumbled in the air where light shone in, emitting tiny flashes of light.

Just like my childhood memories, there are only shelves and layers of books and picture albums here, nothing else.

He pounced on the sea of ​​books like crazy, flipping through them one by one, searching for them. He wanted to find the "Shen Family Five-edged Mysterious Array Record Book" that his mother had mentioned. This was a book that contained the memories of both mother and son.

And...it's also related to Mo Mo.

White light exploded in his mind!

The thoughts that had been replaced by busyness in the past few days seemed to rush towards him at this moment:

-"Master, what are you researching?" She suppressed her inner discomfort and pretended to be relaxed and contented with a sweet voice.

-"Nothing, I was just thinking about the connection between the Rift Abyss and Cenlin Mountain. It might be related to a picture book I read when I was a child, but I don't remember much of the content."

-Listen to him finish his general impression. Mo Mo glanced at him, looking a little annoyed, then sat down on a simple wooden chair beside him and said, "If I had seen it, maybe I would remember it."

-Zhao Wenting’s brain seemed to be awakened by Mo Mo’s sudden words, and he turned to look at her in surprise.

- "Indeed! You have a photographic memory. If you can break through the upper third level as soon as possible, you can enter the Wenyuan Pavilion of the Ability Bureau." But when he thought of Mo Mo's current "lower third level of the spiritual level", the hope in his eyes gradually disappeared. After all, it was so difficult for him to go further to the "upper third level" with his "middle third level-middle second level" spiritual power.

-"Oh, I'll try my best." Mo Mo also heard that this matter was not that simple. After all, she was only at the third level of spiritual rank. She still asked: "Then Master, do you remember the title of this book?"

- "It seems to be called... "Shen's Five-edged Mysterious Array Record Book"

-Mo Mo nodded after listening to him...

[I don’t know what happened to her in there. Maybe... Guo Tianyou has already found her. Then... what will the two of them experience together...]

Slowly, Zhao Wenting's thoughts were distracted by this longing.

He shook his head, trying to calm himself down and clear his mind, then dived into the sea of ​​books again.

Found it. The book was in an inconspicuous corner of a bookshelf, but... when his fingertips touched the book, some strange yet clear memories quickly flooded into his mind:

A silent night.

His mother held him and sat cross-legged on the ground in this deserted Wenyuan Pavilion.

The wind outside the window suddenly made the leaves rustle.

Later, his grandfather brought a group of people to forcibly separate him and his mother.

Before he was taken away, his mother told him, "Ting'er, you have to remember that although there are darkness and complexity wherever there are people in this world, you have to be a good person."

How could the little boy understand what his mother meant? He didn't cry or make a fuss, so he let his grandfather hold him in his arms, and then looked down at his mother who was being held hostage and kneeling alone on the cold floor.

"Ting'er..."

The mother's eyes were sad, tears were flowing from her eyes, and she looked very sad.

"You must remember what your mother just said. Don't be afraid."

……

The book in Zhao Wenting's hand fell to the ground, and at this moment he felt a pain in his head as if it had exploded.

He didn't understand why these memory fragments had never appeared in his memory before, and why, now that they appeared, they made him feel so familiar...

Could it be... that grandpa sealed part of his memory?

……

It was a night of heavy rain.

The little boy knelt alone in front of his mother's spirit tablet and portrait. No matter how the servants tried to persuade him, he refused to listen. In the end, he was really left alone.

He knelt there alone for a long, long time...

The young eyes were filled with cold hatred.

He stood up, looked at the branches and raindrops that were blown by the wind, walked to the open space in the courtyard, raised his head and cried loudly...

The cold raindrops hit his head, face, and body; soon his whole body was soaked.

No matter how much he cried or screamed, no one really felt sorry for him anymore, no one loved him anymore. His mother would never come back...