The Patriarch Sect, located in the territory of the Zhao Kingdom on the southern edge of the southern lands, was once the first of the four major sects of the Zhao Kingdom. Even the entire southern area is quite famous, because its internal rules are harsh and do not care about the affiliation of the disciples. Indulging disciples cannibalism, is called the Zhao Kingdom Demon Sect.
In fact, the patron sect was not originally called by this name, nor was it the demon sect originally, but a monk who made a sensation in the entire Southern Territory came out a thousand years ago. This person called himself patron ancestor, and forcibly changed the name of the sect. In order to rely on the mountain sect, he was overbearing and searched almost all the treasures of the sect of the Zhao Kingdom, and the revision of the sect rules became ruthless, and the scenery was the same for the time being.
But now in the millennium years, things are different. The patron ancestor has disappeared for more than four hundred years, making the patron sect decline, and the status is no better than before, and there is no glorious past. Now in the state of Zhao, it can only be regarded as the last.
If the life and death of the patron ancestor is not unknown, there may be future troubles. I am afraid that the patron sect has already been annexed by other sects. The current patron sect has already sunk to the west. In addition, the resources of the Zhao Kingdom are limited. All need disciples to go out and tie up, not to mention the open and honest disciples.
Following the green-robed man behind him, Meng Hao walked along the mountain path of the patron sect. Everything around him was like a peach orchard, with strange rocks and strange trees everywhere. Among the green mountains and green waters, there were luxurious lofts in the clouds and mist, as if tiles were all Paved with jade, Meng Hao sighed again and again, but the little fat man beside him cried all the way, which made Meng Hao feel that the artistic conception of this place was a little broken.
"It's over, it's really over this time..."
"I want to go home. I have big steamed buns and fish at home..."
"Damn it, damn it, I should inherit from my family's ancestral field in the future and become a master. I have a few concubines. I shouldn't be doing handyman here..." The little fat man murmured, crying, crying as he trembled. In the eye circles.
He muttered all the way, until half a cup of tea time passed, and the man in the green robe walking in front heard an indifferent voice.
"One more nonsense, I cut your tongue directly."
The little fat man shivered suddenly, his eyes showed strong fear, and he quickly covered his mouth, his body shaking more and more violently.
This scene fell in Meng Hao's eyes, and he suddenly felt that things were not as beautiful as he thought, but his character was firm, and he took a deep breath at the moment, and he didn't say much.
It was not long. At the halfway point of this mountain, Meng Hao saw the rolling clouds and mist in front, revealing several rows of flat houses. Seven or eight teenagers were wearing the same burlap gowns, sitting tiredly outside the house. I noticed Meng Hao, but most of them ignored them.
Not far away, on a rock, sits a young man wearing a light blue gown. This man has a slightly longer face, like a horse’s face, and his clothes are obviously more luxurious than those of the young. After Meng Hao came to the green-robed man, he stood up and respectfully bowed to the green-robed man.
"Meet brother."
"These two are handymen who are new to the mountain. Please explain how to arrange a place to live." The man in the green robe looked impatient. After speaking, he turned and didn't even look at the two of Meng Hao, and walked away.
After he left, the Ma Lian youth sat down cross-legged again, and gave Meng Hao and the little fat man a cold look.
"This is the North District Handyman's Office. The mountain sect does not raise waste. Now that you two have come here, you can do half-jiazi handyman. You can go down the mountain on the expiration date. After receiving the handyman shirt, from then on, I was isolated from the world and became a handyman with peace of mind." The young man with a face of horse looked at the two men and Meng Hao, and said coldly.
The little fat man shivered even more, his eyes showed despair, and Meng Hao's expression was very calm, with an inexplicable look hidden in his eyes, which made the Ma Lian youth pay more attention to Meng Hao. He has been here for many years and has seen a lot of beings. There are not many young people who have been arrested for handyman duties, such as Meng Hao's composure in front of him.
"You have a good temperament. You don't have to be half full when you wait for the handyman. You can also practice on weekdays. If you can reach the first level of condensing, you will no longer be a handyman and can be promoted to a disciple of the outer sect." The Ma Lian youth said lightly, big With a flick of their sleeves, in front of Meng Hao and the little fat man, a burlap gown appeared on each of them, with a wooden sign the size of a thumb, engraved with the word "Miscellaneous".
In addition, there is a booklet with three small characters written on it.
Condensation volume.
These three small words fell into Meng Hao’s eyes, and immediately made Meng Hao’s breathing a little hurried. He stared at the pamphlet, and what suddenly appeared in his mind was the compliment that the green-robed man had said to the cold-faced woman. The seven layers of condensate mentioned.
"The first level of Qi Condensation can become a disciple of the outer sect, the woman who caught me, she is the seventh level of Qi Condensation... What is Qi Condensation? Could it be that this is the legendary method of cultivating immortals. This should be regarded as the wages of handyman. Although these wages are not silver, but if you can take it out, you will be able to sell for 100 gold!" Meng Hao was excited, grabbed the gown, and wrapped the wooden sign and the pamphlet.
"The Seventh Room in the west is where you two live. From tomorrow on, your two's job is to chop wood. You will have ten wood a day per person. If you can't do it, don't eat." The young man said, closing. Got a glance.
Meng Hao took a deep breath and learned the way the other party was before. After a fist bow, he pulled the little fat man and walked toward the house. This place seemed to be a courtyard house that had been enlarged many times. According to the house number outside the flat house, he found The first seven rooms in the west, open the door and step into it.
The room was not big, and there was a table besides two small beds. Although simple, it was very clean. After sitting down on one bed, the little fat man couldn't hold on anymore and started to cry.
He is also twelve or thirteen years old, but his crying sound is extremely loud at this moment, even if he can hear the echo outside.
"My father is a rich man, I should also be a rich man, I don't do handyman..." The little fat man cried very sadly, and his body trembled when he trembled.
"Don't cry, it's actually good if you think about it. We are working for immortals, so how many people envy us when we go out." Meng Hao hurriedly closed the door and comforted him.
"I don't want to work, my family is rich, and... I have finished talking about my marriage, and the betrothal gifts have passed. Have pity on my beautiful young lady who hasn't passed the door. Isn't this about a widowhood..." The little fat man cried, the more sad.
Meng Hao looked a little weird. He secretly said that this little fat man is not very big, and he actually said that he was so old, and now he has not touched a woman's hand at such an age. I have no worries about food and clothing, and I am poor and white. My ancestral house was sold last year, and I still owe a debt to the staff next week.
But thinking of debts, Meng Haole thought that he had come here. If Zhou Yuanwai had the skills, he would come to him. If he didn't have the skills, he would be half-sold after he went out. It is estimated that the other party... is gone.
Thinking about it, Meng Hao feels that it’s a good place. You can get food and clothing without spending money. You can even get a hundred dollars worth of wages before you work. Especially this is a place where immortals live. It makes Meng Hao feel that he has come here. For myself, it can be said to be a life from desperation.
Upset by the little fat guy crying, Meng Hao simply picked up the pamphlet in the burlap, sat cross-legged on the bed and turned it over, opening the first page. After reading the first sentence, Meng Hao was a little dumbfounded.
"People should have a backer, if a mortal has a lifetime of wealth, if a monk has a lifetime of worry-free, enter my patron sect, the old man is the patron." This is the opening line in the pamphlet, and the inscription is the patron ancestor.
A few crosses, but revealing an unspeakable domineering, even more stark|naked remarks of seeking backers, made Meng Hao stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that this sentence made sense.
"Patron, could it be that this is the true meaning of Patriarch, as a man, he must look for patrons, and after finding patrons, he will be wealthy and worry-free in his life." The more Meng Hao thinks about this, the more he feels that this sentence is very correct. Lost the rankings three times in a row. When he sighed, he had a faint respect for the ancestor he had never seen before. He felt that a certain door of life had been slowly opened with this sentence at this moment.
"In other words, I am here as a backer, and I have to use various methods to find a backer for myself, so that I can be worry-free here." Meng Hao's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he continued to look through the pamphlet in his hand, forgetting Time, forgot the howling of the little fat man next to him.
It was late at night, when the little fat man was tired of crying and fell asleep, and when the snoring sound reverberated in the house, Meng Hao reluctantly closed the pamphlet. Although his expression was a bit tired, his eyes were full of charm.
"This book is not worth a hundred gold, it is worth a thousand gold!" Meng Hao muttered to himself. He dreamed of becoming an official and becoming a rich man all his life. If his evaluation of something is worth a thousand dollars, then this thing is right. As far as he is concerned, it has already been elevated to a point second only to life.
In the midst of excitement, the little fat man's snoring came suddenly. When Meng Hao looked around, he saw that the little fat man had closed his eyes and actually sat up from the bed, beating with his hands, muttering words in his mouth.
"Kill you, grab my steamed buns, I will kill you, you dare to grab my lady." As he said, the little fat man got up and got out of bed with his eyes closed, and slapped around in this room. No Carefully touching the table, what made Meng Hao's eyes widened was that the little fat man bit on the corner of the table with one bite, leaving a deep tooth mark, and then returned to the bed to continue sleeping. The snoring sound came out again.
Meng Hao looked at the little fat man for a long time. After confirming that he had sleepwalking habits, he glanced at the corner of the table. He faintly felt that the little fat man shouldn't be offended while sleeping. He moved a little farther carefully, looking down at the pamphlet, his expression continued to be excited. .
"Nine levels of condensing energy, the road of immortal spirits, working for immortals, giving the opportunity to become immortals, this is the biggest salary, I don't believe that if I become immortal, I can't become a rich man!" Meng Hao tightly Seizing the pamphlet, there was a strong light in his eyes, as if he saw another way besides reading.
At this moment, suddenly the door of the house slammed, someone kicked it open, and a cold snort followed into the room.