The Omnipotence of Urban Repairman

Chapter 7 NO8 Pretty Policewoman
"Don't look for it, it's here."

A female policeman fell from the sky, and a sky net was cast, and they were all caught and hanged.

The policewoman is very young, wearing a uniform, where she should be straight and where she should be protruding. She is only about eighteen or nineteen years old. Although she is very young, she has two bars and one star on her shoulders. She is a policewoman. Captain level, 1.7 meters tall, skin is very delicate and shiny, a rope is hanging on the roof, floating down, coming slowly, the sky net is cast first, in fact, these men have time Struggling, but they are still running. They are so big that they have never seen such a beautiful woman. How can they want to run? Seeing such a beautiful woman, their legs have already cramped, and they stand there motionless , It is estimated that he has never been so honest when he grows up so old, his eyeballs are about to fall off.

"Brother Qiang, am I reading that right? Isn't that the fairy in the Legend of Mortal Cultivation?"

"Damn, she's more of a fucking fairy than a fairy, be real."

"Brothers, let's go together."

"As soon as Brother Qiang finished speaking, Skynet closed it, and the brothers were directly hung in mid-air.

"Exciting, really fucking exciting."

"Exciting."

"If that female policeman were to be whipped with a whip, it would be a fairyland on earth!"

Those men were still intoxicated and had already been escorted into the police car.

"Brother Qiang, when did we enter here? What is this place?"

"Fuck, police car."

"Oh?"

"Brothers have hung up."

Those men are still dreaming.

"Didn't we just play that game of mortal cultivating immortals?"

"Why is the fairy missing?"

"No shit! We're in trouble now. Still fucking daydreaming?"

Just as he finished speaking, the police car door opened.

"Hi! How are you handsome guys!"

A top-notch policewoman stood at the door.

"Isn't this the Fairy of the Extreme Mouth just now?"

A man said.

"Fairy, where were you just now? Come and stay with me, I need you!"

"Okay, I'll see you later. I've prepared the whips. If you guys are dishonest, I'll whip them one by one."

The door closed suddenly.

A sudden start, the car started, and the men sitting behind them all fell into one piece.

"Grandpa, grandpa, where are you going?"

Only then did the old man raise his head.

Yitian looked at the old man, the old man was about 70 years old, with a long beard on his face.

The old man only said, "Please follow me."

The old man kept walking forward silently, Yitian pulled Dad by force.

After walking for a while, we came to an alley.

The old man walked directly to a trash can.

Seeing him rummaging carefully in the trash can, and not knowing what he was looking for, Yitian's father felt very strange.

His mother is already in a semi-comatose state. Sometimes she doesn't wake up all day, and sometimes she wakes up suddenly when she is fine. When eating yesterday, his mother was still awake, but Yitian and Dad were eating. Mom suddenly said: "You don't call me when you eat?"

His mother sat next to him all of a sudden, which really shocked him.

"Grandpa, what are you looking for?"

The old man did not speak, but was still turning the pages.

The old man stopped suddenly.

I saw him holding a bowl in his hand.

Yitian took a look, isn't this the bowl just now?

The old man turned to look at Yitian and the others, and Yitian also looked at them.

Suddenly, the old man walked towards Yitian, "I will give this bowl to you!"

Yitian heard that the old man wanted to give him the bowl, just now he didn't hesitate to offend the gang of local hooligans, but now he actually said that he would give the things to others.

"Uncle, these are your working tools. You have lost all your tools. How can you work in the future? Why don't you keep them for yourself?"

Yitian's father said.

"I never take back what Cheng Jue said, you have to accept it, and you have to accept it if you don't accept it."

"Since you are blue and white porcelain, we have no relatives or reasons with you, why would you give such a precious thing to my son? Although I, Yi Shiying, have not had much success in my life, I have never accepted other people's pennies for no reason, so , Uncle, you should keep it to yourself! We can't afford it!"

Without saying a word, the old man suddenly took Yitian's hand.

"What?"

Seeing someone pulling his son's hand, Yitian's father thought that he would harm his son.

"Your pulse is jumping, your blood is flowing backwards, and your blood is lower than normal body temperature. Your lifeline, career line, and love line are all clear, which is extraordinary. You must have an extraordinary memory, right?"

"My son has never been to school, and he doesn't even know a few big characters."

Yitian's father explained.

"You must be proficient in Feng Shui and the theory of divine appearance?"

"My son doesn't understand at all!"

"You must have studied music and painting?"

"My son has never studied since he was a child, and he can't sing, let alone compose. What about symphony?"

"Then you must have mastered very profound philosophy?"

"Uncle, why don't you let my son go? I beg you, if you want to take a disciple to beg with you, how many boys are there in the whole of China and in the whole world, don't you stop staring at my son? My son Your mediocre qualifications may disappoint you."

The old man just put the bowl directly in Yitian's palm.

Yitian suddenly felt his cold hands suddenly warmed up. Since his hands became cold, he has been very worried, and from time to time the pain is unbearable. Now when he put the bowl into his palm, his hands It's just like before, everything is fine.

The old man turned around and left after speaking.

"Grandpa, grandpa."

"You and your dad go back!"

"The secrets are all on this bowl, go back and study it carefully! One day you will understand."

After returning home, Yitian spent the whole day looking at his bowl at home, thinking about what the old man said.

Yitian has been a little nervous all day long, and his father is very annoyed.

"What are you looking at? In today's society, there are liars everywhere. Do you think this is a golden bowl! Is it valuable? Don't be stupid, Tian'er."

Yi Shiying grabbed the bowl and threw it on the ground.

"Dad, my bowl."

"Isn't it just a broken bowl? I smashed it to see if it was gold or silver, or blue and white porcelain. This is still blue and white porcelain. There are blue and white porcelain everywhere in China. Isn't it just a one-dollar bowl? Maybe it was him Which trash can did you pick it up from?"

Yitian was very angry when she saw that her bowl was thrown into several pieces by her father.

He squatted on the ground, picked up the pieces, and carefully wrapped them in paper.

When sleeping at night, Yitian felt in his pocket and took out a note: "You go to Beishan to find a place called Zitianchi!"

Yitian has lived here for ten years, but he has never heard of a place called Zitianchi in Beishan. Is this true or not? How does it sound like something written in a fantasy novel? Why does the name Zitianchi sound like a game? The name of the city in it, that old grandpa wouldn't be at the level of a fairy, right?
He patted his head hard.

"Dream! This is reality, the 21st century! China in the 21st century! Is it really true that you can cultivate your own shit? You can become an immortal by cultivating your own shit! They are all super!"

(End of this chapter)