From the Valkyrie to the Endless

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Shen Qing followed Feng Muyu and his party back to the branch of the Yunhai City Psychic Energy Administration.

I made a backup of the search results for [0024].

After finishing all this, Shen Qing was about to go home, but Feng Muyu asked her to stay: "Miss Shen, do you want to have a physical examination? Just like before."

Many practitioners and descendants of gods have the habit of regular physical examinations. The data detected by the machine is accurate enough to accurately show their own progress.

The growth of data represents the increase of strength.

Shen Qing thought about it and didn't refuse.

Half an hour later, she got her test report.

[Name: Shen Qing]

【Height: 177cm】

[Weight: 1042kg]

[Qi quality: 500000~700000 blood energy]

【Bone age: 25】

The moment he saw the test results, Feng Muyu took a breath of cold air.

Judging from the quality of his Qi alone, Shen Qing is no worse than many other national guardians, and may even be better.

In terms of combat power alone, Shen Qing already has the capital to become one of the country's guardians.

It can be predicted that once Shen Qing steps into the realm of national defense, his strength will experience an extremely rapid growth period, and he will soon become a first-tier figure in the General Administration of Psychic Energy, second only to the director general.

Shen Qing himself was not too concerned about the test results. After taking a quick look and finding nothing abnormal, he left directly.

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These days, there has been a lot of public opinion out there, so Shen Qing asked Zhao Yu to take a long period of leave so that he could stay at home with peace of mind.

She could also take this opportunity to help Zhao Yu regulate his body and prepare to receive the potion for the awakening of the bloodline of the gods.

squeak--

Shen Qing pushed open the door. It was early morning outside. Zhao Yu was still sleeping, but not in his room. Instead, he was lying on the sofa.

Zhao Yu has been obviously absent-minded these days, and his face looks a little strange.

The sound of the door opening woke Zhao Yu up. She sat up in a daze, her face pale, almost bloodless.

"What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Shen Qing frowned slightly, sat down on the sofa, and took Zhao Yu's pulse, but found nothing abnormal.

Zhao Yu pulled her hand back and shook her head. Her long hair fell down. She leaned against the sofa with her knees hugged. Her delicate face was full of confusion. She muttered to herself:

"I've been having strange dreams lately, and I think I dreamed about you..."

After seeing the bouquet of flowers, her mind seemed to be torn apart, and some fragments of memories she had never seen before would flash inexplicably.

"Dreamt about me?"

Shen Qing's fingertips trembled, suppressing his scattered thoughts, and asked softly: "What dream?"

"You seem to be ill...

"I have found many medicines to save you..."

"But it's all useless..."

"The rest... I can't remember clearly..."

The content of the dream quickly faded in Zhao Yu's mind and became increasingly blurry.

Soon, she returned to normal, and her pale face gradually regained color.

Seeing Shen Qing's worried expression, Zhao Yu stood up on the sofa, put his hands on his hips, smiled, and waved his hand:

"It's okay, it's okay. Dreams are usually the opposite of what they really are. Sister Qing, you are in good health and have lived forever. How could you possibly be sick?"

Shen Qing dispersed the worry between his brows, smiled faintly, and his eyes were gentle: "What do you want to eat for breakfast?"

"Fried dumplings, millet porridge~"

Zhao Yu touched her stomach, jumped off the sofa, and ran into the bathroom to wash up.

Shen Qing turned and went into the kitchen. The moment she turned around, her brows were filled with doubts again.

Zhao Yu would not have such a dream for no reason. Apparently, something unknown had caused some confusion in her memory, causing her to see some fragments of memories that she had never experienced before.

There is an unawakened power in Zhao Yu's body, which is enough to prove that she is at least the reincarnation of a powerful person. She does not remember that she was seriously ill in Daxia...

Shen Qing suddenly felt a chill in her heart. Is the memory that Zhao Yu suddenly recalled her future?

Had she and Zhao Yu met each other in the distant past?

A chill rose up Shen Qing's back. She turned around and glanced at Zhao Yu who was washing up, with complicated eyes.

"Xiaoyu..."

I'm running out of time, so I'll update it first and then make the changes. I'll check it out tomorrow morning. I'm very sorry.

(End of this chapter)

122. Chapter 122 Zhaolong

122.

2023-08-02

For a moment, Shen Qing's thoughts were a little confused.

Too many powerful people have died on this planet. The descendants of gods today are all their reincarnations or bloodlines.

Shen Qing has only figured out the tip of the iceberg of the secrets contained in the sundial.

The place where the sundial took her was obviously the past of this era. Based on this inference, it is not difficult to imagine that one day she will meet those fallen gods.

It is even possible that it includes the True Lord Demon Slayer and Ye Lifeng’s previous life, Taoist Morning Wind.

If Zhao Yu had met her in the past, then the relationship between her and Zhao Yu might be far more complicated than she had imagined before.

Whether in the Great Xia era or in this era, it was Zhao Yu who took the initiative to come to her side. This was a bit too much of a coincidence.

Nourishes—

A burnt smell rose up, and while Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, the fried dumplings in the pot had already become burnt.

Shen Qing sighed and stopped thinking about it. Thinking about these things now would only add to his troubles.

He poured out the fried dumplings in the pot and replaced them with a new one. When the dumplings were out of the pot again, Zhao Yu had just finished washing up.

Shen Qing sat at the dining table, holding his chin with one hand, and watched Zhao Yu eat quietly.

Eating these things now has no effect on Shen Qing, and he even needs to consume his internal energy to refine the impurities again.

Originally, Shen Qing wanted to eat a few bites, but later he gave up. In this era, practicing Buddhism is already difficult, and there is no need to add unnecessary burden.

After breakfast, Zhao Yu began his daily exercise, while Shen Qing took out two ancient books about spiritual formations and began to study the spiritual patterns therein.

She always remembered what Ye Lifeng had said to her before.

Shen Qing didn’t know whether this was the most powerful way in the world, but there was no doubt about its power.

She has always had some yearning for the power of spiritual patterns. Spiritual patterns are infinitely mysterious and have endless uses whether for casting tools or setting up formations.

While flipping through ancient books, Shen Qing suddenly had an idea. A light curtain appeared and a golden sundial came into view.

Looking at the mysterious silver lines on the sundial, Shen Qing thought that this might also be a kind of spiritual pattern.

If she could fully understand the spiritual patterns on the sundial, could she master the mysterious power of the sundial?

Ding-dong-

The ringing of the doorbell interrupted Shen Qing's thoughts.

She stood up and opened the door. Seeing the person outside, Shen Qing's eyebrows moved slightly: "Sister Song?"

It was Song Lingjia who had not been seen for a few days.

Song Lingjia's outfit today was very different from the past. She wore a thin down jacket on the upper body and simple fleece casual pants on the lower body, which completely covered her hot figure. Her face was frozen red, her head was slightly white, and snow was falling on her shoulders.

It was not until this moment that Shen Qing suddenly realized that snowflakes had been falling in the sky without him noticing.

Because of the existence of the spirit gathering array, the temperature in the room has always been in a very suitable range. With the protection of the internal energy, she could not notice the change of solar terms at all.

The year has come.

Song Lingjia squeezed into the entrance hall, shook off the snow on his head and shoulders, stretched his frozen muscles and bones, and gradually recovered in the warm air indoors.

Seeing Shen Qing in a single layer of clothing, she subconsciously wanted to remind him to be careful about catching a cold, but then she swallowed her words back.

Today is different from the past.

After I recovered, my down jacket felt a little hot.

Song Lingjia sat on the sofa and casually took off her down jacket, revealing a bright red tight turtleneck sweater underneath, which perfectly outlined her slender waist and plump figure.

"How come you have time today?"

Shen Qing poured Song Lingjia a cup of hot tea, feeling a little strange.

After she took control of the Yang family, she also had a general understanding of the current scale of the Song family's industry.

Song Lingjia has too many industries now, and with the cooperation with the Yang family, he should be very busy recently.

“After that, I will be very idle for a long time.”

Song Lingjia held the teacup, felt the warmth in her palm, and narrowed her eyes slightly:

"The family business has basically been handed back to my father."

After a slight hesitation, she spoke again: "I want to try to practice."

Song Lingjia has come into contact with many people who practice cultivation. She knows very well that cultivation is not an easy thing, and she is not sure whether she has the talent for it.