From a row of options, the ultimate focus is on role-playing and adventure.
Fang Shan had no opinion on these two options: "The scope of role-playing is very large. The mission world may be the modern entertainment industry, or it may be an ancient battlefield. The adventure is more puzzle-solving."
Solving puzzles
Glancing at Fang Shan, Wei Sushen saw that the system was not very smart, so Wei Sushen directly used brain waves to scan the previous QR code.
There was no light from the sun or the moon, and the billowing turbid black water flowed into the distance.
The stunningly beautiful man was squatting on the rock like a puppy, observing a bridge in front of him. Lying across the majestic river, the bridge is damaged, but its majesty has never faded with the years.
"It's so magical." The beautiful boy murmured: "How does the host feel?"
Wei Sushen: "...what do you think?"
The strange combination of this beautiful boy and Qiao is none other than Wei Su Shen and Fang Shan.
The moment he entered the mission world, Fang Shan immediately received the information about the plane world: the world of cultivation where geniuses abound.
Following the local customs, Fang Shan's black hair turned into three thousand blue hairs fluttering in the wind, and his red robe made his skin as white as snow. As for Wei Su Shen, he was not very lucky, and he transformed into the legendary holy treasure - Bianqiao.
Fortunately, in Wei Sushen's perception, he will be able to change his form soon.
Fang Shan touched his fingers along the bridge, curious: "What is the current state of the host? Is it bending down?"
Thinking of the indifferent boss bending over like a dancer, Fang Shan couldn't help but cover his mouth and enjoy himself.
Although Qiao was expressionless, Fang Shan felt a cold gaze looking at him, so he quickly sat upright and began to think about his next move.
"The place we are in is called Mingjiang, in the middle of a space crack." Just as he was talking, Fang Shan suddenly frowned: "There are people, and there are more than one."
Wei Sushen also heard it. Although it was pierced into a bridge, it was a treasure that had already given birth to spiritual wisdom and was about to transform. The depth of cultivation was far higher than that of ordinary monks.
The fierce collision of weapons, the tragic screams to the sky, and even the sound of blood pouring on the ground could be heard so clearly across the sky.
"Demon! Even if I die today, I will send Lal and others to hell!"
"Disciples of the Tianji Sect obey your orders! Kill the demons at all costs!"
In the battle in the forbidden land, the demons sacrificed themselves to the Blood Shadow Stage, and the disciples of the Tianji Sect were even more ruthless. The soul sacrificed the Taixu Sword and faced it head-on. The moment the two magic weapons faced each other, layers of ripples shook out in the air, and terrifying energy shot straight into the sky. , focused on the clouds.
"Not good!" The first person to notice the abnormality was a demon: "There is a space crack!"
No matter how strong you are, you may be shattered into pieces if you enter a space crack.
However, it was too late. Cracks appeared on the surface of the Blood Shadow Platform. The Taixu Sword could not help but tremble, and there was a faint tendency to break. The golden light shines brightly, whether it is a demon or a disciple of the Tianji Sect, they only feel that their souls are being torn apart. In the extreme pain, some people can't stand it and self-destruct.
Calm, peaceful, without the sun or moon, what makes the light appear here is the transparent substance attached in mid-air.
The Tianji Sect disciples felt a biting coldness and looked forward in fear: "What is that?"
Everyone looked up and saw an indistinguishably beautiful young man leaning lazily on the bridge, looking askance at him.
"Who are you?" The first person to walk out was a demon.
Fang Shan didn't answer, his eyes were stern.
"Pretend to be a ghost!" The demon sneered and rushed away, preparing to directly take out the young man's heart.
The young man's lips moved, but without even moving, the demon turned into fluorescent light in mid-air and fell into the river, completely stunned.
The horrific methods horrified the remaining people. The two sides were confronting each other here. Facing the unknown existence, the Demon Clan and the Tianji Sect did not even continue the life-and-death battle. At the same time, they clenched their weapons and looked at the boy.
"Those who need to cross the bridge line up on the left." The young man opened his thin lips lightly and looked at everyone coldly.
"Little brother," those who have seen the young man's methods and come out to ask questions should be much more respectful: "This is..."
Fang Shan did not answer, but pointed to the bridge next to him: "This bridge is called Naihe."
Everyone was horrified.
"Naihe Bridge! Are we already dead?"
"Could this be the legendary Mingchuan River!"
No one thought that it would be a space crack. People who fell into the crack since ancient times would die ten times. With so many of them, it was impossible for all of them to survive.
In fact, the fundamental reason for the terror of the space rift lies in its instability, but it is much safer with the Biangan Bridge suppressing it.
Someone looked at Fang Shan and said, "Before I was accepted as a disciple, I heard about Naihe's Po Meng, but Po Meng is not a woman?"
And I didn’t see any Meng Po soup.
"Mortal people have misinformation." Fang Shan snorted coldly: "Once you enter the River of Forgetfulness, there are only two ways to go. Cross the Naihe Bridge and reincarnate, or fall into the river and lose your soul."
As soon as these words came out, everyone subconsciously stood in line on the left.
Fang Shan: "Not everyone can cross the Naihe Bridge. If you want to cross the bridge, you must pay the toll first." As he spoke, his eyes swept over everyone one by one: "Friendly reminder, it is very expensive, and the world on the other side of the bridge, There is human nature and there is animal human nature.”
"…!"
Fang Shan curled his lips: "I'm in a good mood today. The highest bidder can send him back to the world."
Everyone looked at each other, money was something external to the body. Since he is dead, there is no nostalgia. The key is whether what this person said is true.
"Five seconds," these are not fools. Of course Fang Shan will not give them enough time to think and starts counting down: "Five, four, three..."
"I'll come first!" The person who spoke was a young disciple of Tianji Sect. He didn't have much money. He handed over all the spirit stones and an ancestral jade pendant. Fang Shan glanced at it and returned the jade pendant to him. All the spirit stones were handed over to him. Collection: "Swim over."
The young man trembled.
"Don't worry," Fang Shan said: "There are tolls, and Naihe Bridge will ensure that you will not be corroded by the river water."
The young man thought that he probably didn't have enough money to cross the bridge, so he doubted that he would go under the water, but he was not injured. After he swam over, Fang Shan waved his sleeves, and the boy disappeared from where he was.
"Next."
Although he looked cold on the outside, Fang Shan whispered to Wei Sushen in private: "If we cooperate a few more times, we will soon be able to complete the transformation from poverty to incomparable wealth."
With the first one, there will soon be a second and a third.
When more than ten people passed downstream of the bridge, Fang Shan spoke again: "The number of places is limited."
This time no one hesitated anymore and left money to buy their lives.
Outside, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the ravines left by the previous war are clearly visible.
"I'm back!" A Tianji Sect disciple looked at his hands in shock, with tears on his face: "I can actually live another life!"
Soon, he discovered that he was not a special case, and excited voices came one after another.
The disciples of the Tianji Sect looked around. There were demons and disciples of the sect. They were in the same state as themselves, excited to the point of going crazy.
"Don't you mean that the one who pays the most will have a chance to be resurrected?"
"Why are you alive too? Why is everyone here!"
Voices of doubt arose one after another, and the disciples of the Tianji Sect quickly gathered. They were led by an elder and came to the forbidden area to practice, not wanting to run into the demons who had been lying in wait for a long time.
The elder had the most knowledge and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I've been fooled."
The young disciple was puzzled: "But we are indeed alive."
The elder shook his head: "It was probably drawn into a special space and then teleported out."
The young disciple was angry: "Isn't that fraud?"
"It's not an exaggeration to say it's money to buy life," the elder said: "This person is extremely powerful. If we offend him, it would be worst to work with the demons to deal with us."
Looking at the demons over there, they looked very unhappy, but they obviously had the same concerns.
Elder: "There's something strange about that bridge. I'll report it to the master before I go back and check it out."
At this moment, the male version of Meng Po, whom they complained about, was counting spiritual stones, and all kinds of magic weapons were piled up into a hill, which was dizzying.
When Po Fang Meng, who was obsessed with money, finally finished counting, she remembered that there was still a host.
"Have you received the mission?"
The bridge shook a bit, and Fang Shan sighed: "I'll probably wait until you transform before announcing it."
Three days later, there was lightning and thunder in the space cracks, implicating the entire forbidden land in thunder. Countless monsters living in the forbidden land fled frantically. The thunder in the sky seemed to destroy all life here in the next second.
The disciples guarding the forbidden area shouted bad news, and the surrounding sects blocked the news. However, such a big movement could be noticed from thousands of miles away.
Within a day, a horrifying news spread in the world of cultivation - the birth of a holy weapon!
Tianji Sect.
A middle-aged man wearing a blue robe looked solemn. He looked at the sky and the earth in the distance and sighed: "The bridge on the other side."
The elder was surprised: "Bianan Bridge has only appeared in classics, and no one has ever really seen it. Could it be some other treasure?"
The middle-aged head of the Tianji Sect walked out slowly: "It is said that the Bi'an Bridge is in the Forbidden Land. A hundred years ago, a capable man summoned ten heroes of the world to explore together, and eventually they all fell into the depths of the Forbidden Land. "
Elder: "The Forbidden Land is not far from us. Now that Bi'an Bridge is born, should we..."
The middle-aged man looked calm: "Good luck or misfortune is unpredictable. Let's first send a few people to the nearby area to find out the news. Don't act rashly."
At the same time, two figures flew out from the world-destroying thunder. Compared with the roaring and billowing clouds, they were too small to attract any attention.
The young man in red is extremely beautiful, and the young man in blue robe next to him has swollen sleeves. Not to mention his appearance, his aura alone is enough to outshine many others.
"Qiaoqiao, where should we go first?"
Wei Sushen: "...don't call me random names."
It was not easy to transform into another form. Fang Shan once thought that the host would be struck to death in a thunderstorm as soon as he arrived. Fortunately, Wei Sushen had always been short of such things as willpower, and he could still stay awake despite being in the cloud of disaster.
As soon as the shocking thunder tribulation ended, the mission was immediately released.
Fang Shan's cat cried like a mouse: "I was scared to death just now. I was ready to jump into the river to wash away my memory and find a new host again."
Yes, it is so realistic.
“…”
Wei Sushen didn't expect to see any human touch from him and concentrated on studying the task.
Optional mission one: Establish the most prestigious auction house in mainland China
Optional mission 2: Open the biggest tavern and sell the strongest wine.
Compared with the previous world, this time's self-selected tasks have fewer choices and are more difficult.
Fang Shan: "We have resources on hand, and the auction house is more advantageous."
The only trouble that needs to be solved is that these things came from wrong sources and were all deceived by Fang Shancai, which may cause the major forces to target them.
Wei Sushen: "Auctioning is easy, but it takes time to make a name for yourself."
The two looked at each other and looked away at the same time.
Fang Shan coughed lightly: "What do the hosts think?"
Wei Su looked at him carefully and felt that the plans of both parties were similar.
Fang Shan leaned into his ear and whispered a few words, and Wei Sushen added a few words, and they hit it off immediately.
The news of the birth of the holy weapon set off a frenzy, and countless forces rushed to the forbidden place. The major sects that are close to each other are more or less trying to prevent other forces from entering with the idea of first come first served.
Zui Yuexuan, the first floor of mainland intelligence sales, once said that this would be the most sensational event in the world of cultivation in a hundred years, and that a bloody storm was about to begin around the forbidden land.
While countless monks were frantically searching for the holy artifacts, Fang Shanzheng and Wei Sushen tried to figure out the distribution of forces on the mainland. A few days later, all the famous sects, even the Demon Sect, and the Alien Beast Island located on the sea, received an invitation letter. —
Do you want your sect to have an extra guardian? Do you want to reach the pinnacle of life as a monk
Do you want to fly into the sky side by side with your companions as soon as possible
At the beginning of this month, a piece of Bi'an Bridge will be auctioned. Those who are interested are invited to come to Tianducheng.
I, Bianqiao, sell myself on the spot.
Shining Auction House welcomes you.
"Is this what you wrote?"
Wei Sushen unexpectedly found an invitation letter that had not yet been sent out, and Wei Sushen asked calmly.
Fang Shan pursed his lips: "I have worked hard, but my literary talent is limited."
If Wei Sushen had known that such messy content would come out, he would not have bothered Fang Shan to write the invitation letter in the first place. Now it is too late to regret it.
Fang Shan tried his best to divert his attention from the exaggerated content: "With Bianqiao as the finale, no one will care too much even if the stolen goods are sold."
"Stolen goods?" Wei Sushen frowned slightly, seemingly not satisfied with this statement.
Fang Shan thought for a while: "Indeed, that's the toll they paid." He sighed and said regretfully: "Actually, the slogan I came up with at the time was to live from now on and leave the money to buy the road. Unfortunately, it didn't feel right. Seriously, I can only give up."
Wei Sushen rubbed his head: "...well done."
Zui Yuexuan, who had never made any mistakes when buying information, was mercilessly and publicly slapped in the face. The invitation letter was obviously more sensational than before.
"Have you heard that Bi'anqiao was born in a spiritual form and openly auctioned itself?!"
"Sparkling Auction House, isn't the name a bit of a joke?"
"It's hard to tell whether the auction is authentic or not, but no one should be brave enough to openly tease the world's heroes."
“You’ll know it when you see it.”
The outside world is in turmoil, and the culprit has arrived in Tiandu City first.
Fang Shan was glad that they arrived early. Less than a day after the invitation was sent out, all the inns in Tiandu City were already full, and many forces even fought for accommodation.
Humming a little tune and eating snacks, Fang Shan glanced at Wei Sushen and said happily: "What price are you going to offer?"
Wei Sushen's heart remained calm: "It's up to you."
Fang Shan quietly opened the window a crack and shook his head as he looked at the commotion below: "So many monks are competing for the sacred artifacts, but we are the only ones who are simply here to sell them."
“…”
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