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In the Thousand Cloud Gate, the place where ordinary disciples live. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky was still gray, and a large number of people had gathered outside an ordinary thatched house. All of them consciously stuffed a silver ticket with a small denomination into a simple wooden box in front of the house, which was in good order.

Next to the wooden box stood a wooden sign, which read: "The vast spiritual vein is exhibited, the ticket is fifty, and it will be displayed for half an hour every day, and it will not wait for it to be outdated!"

"Squeak~" The wooden door of the thatched house was slowly opened, and Lin Lang, who had sleepy eyes, appeared in front of everyone with a wooden stick in his mouth and white foam in his mouth.

"It's worthy of the vast spiritual vein! Even the dark circles under my eyes are stronger than me!"

"Why is he foaming at the mouth? Isn't he poisoned?"

"You're poisoned! That's called brushing your teeth! Do you know how to brush your teeth!

"And, don't you hear what people say? ”

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"Purr. Lin Lang raised his neck and spit the mouthwash in his mouth on the ground, he didn't even look at the people in front of him, and walked straight to the open space in front of the thatched hut and started Tai Chi.

"This, what kind of kung fu is this! It looks so beautiful!"

"You don't understand this, right? This is called too urgent, because the punch speed is very slow and you can't hit people at all, so you have to be too anxious. ”

"Nonsense. ”

Ignoring the words of the others, Lin Lang played Tai Chi in the open space for almost half an hour, and then slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and under the admiring gaze of everyone, he walked to the wooden box used to store the silver tickets, picked up the wooden box and returned to the thatched house, and closed the door.

Since joining Qianyunmen, a group of idle disciples would gather in front of Lin Lang's thatched house every day. They all wanted to see for themselves what the owner of the vast spiritual vein really looked like.

At the beginning, Lin Lang was still suffering from the onlookers of these people, and he was unhappy. But later, when he saw that his wallet was already empty, he thought about it and set up a sign in front of his hut to collect tickets for the exhibition.

Anyway, I have to freshen up every morning and move my muscles and bones, if I can make some money with this, isn't it a matter of killing two birds with one stone?

So in this way, Lin Lang's thatched house has become the first tourist attraction in thousands of years since the creation of Qianyunmen!

Not only the disciples in the sect, but even some other sect disciples who got the news would come from thousands of miles away, just to witness Lin Lang's demeanor.

"Alas, these people like the new and hate the old! It's only been a month, and the total number of tickets per day has dropped to 5,000, it's really sad!" After counting all the silver tickets in the wooden box, Lin Lang frowned slightly, very unhappy.

If his words were heard by Ling Xiaozi, the head of Qianyun Gate, I wonder if Ling Xiaozi would spurt out a mouthful of old blood and fall to the ground on the spot.

For a sect as large as Qianyun Sect, with the income from the tasks of the outer disciples and ordinary disciples, after deducting all the expenses every day, the total income is almost only five thousand. (This is not to say that the income of the top sects is too small, the main thing is that they spend too much every day.) Elixirs, spiritual treasures, and the like cost a lot of money, and only a small part of the disciple's mission income will be handed over to the sect. ）

Like Lin Lang, just casually showing people every day, the income can be worth the top sect. Besides, a few days ago, Lin Lang's daily income often exceeded 10,000!

After folding the silver ticket and storing it, Lin Lang sat quietly on the chair, and in his hand was a book ten centimeters thick.

The title of the book is "Remembering My Good Time on Earth".

The Lin family has always had a legend, that is, the ancestor of the Lin family was not originally from the Sunrise Continent.

The ancestor came from a place called Earth, and later came to the Sunrise Continent by chance, and since then the storm has risen to prominence, becoming one of the powerhouses on the Sunrise Continent who can finally break through the sky and ascend to immortals.

It is said that this book after ten centimeters is the autobiography written by the ancestor of the Lin family when he was about to ascend to immortality, in order to remember his life and warn future generations of the true origin of his family.

This book has always been a grand ceremony of the Lin family, and even if others want to see the cover, they will be chased and killed by the Lin family in the end.

But in Lin Lang's eyes, this book is really poorly written. In addition to the fact that there are many novel things and ideas in the book, the writing is really bad and cannot be said to outsiders.

Lin Lang's previous research on the art of ascending to heaven day after day was actually borrowed from the rocket in this strange book. Otherwise, how could he know how to brush his teeth, Tai Chi and other things that people in the Sunrise Continent have never seen.

After flipping through a few pages, Lin Lang hid the book well. Although he didn't really appreciate the writing of this book, he also knew the value of this book and its significance to the Lin family.

When I opened the door again, the people outside the thatched hut were long gone. Lin Lang hung the wooden box of the cash register next to the wooden sign again, and his body ran in the direction of Qianyun City like a gust of wind.

Qianyun Gate and Qianyun City may not sound far apart, but the actual distance is not close.

With Lin Lang's current strength like the wind, he won't be able to reach Qianyun City without an hour.

Because he couldn't cultivate spiritual power, Lin Lang paid special attention to exercising his physique, which he learned from the proprietress of the Qianjin Yilou.

From the moment he saw the proprietress, Lin Lang felt that this woman was not simple. Later, because of the hooligans on the cheeks, after being shocked by the aura around the proprietress countless times, he made this point clear.

But as far as Lin Lang knows, the proprietress has no spiritual power. In other words, even if he couldn't cultivate spiritual power, his strength could still become stronger! This couldn't help but make Lin Lang full of illusions about his future again.

If it weren't for the greed for the proprietress herself's own secrets, with Lin Lang's current worth of more than 200,000 yuan, how could he still be a miscellaneous servant in the Qianjin Yilou.

Between Wuyun Mountain and Qianyun City, there is a vast forest called the Night Sinking Forest.

The night sinking forest appears around the mountain, wrapping the entire Wuyun Mountain tightly, except for a few roads in the forest from east to west, north and south, everywhere is dense trees.

Usually, there are no wild things on the main road to Qianyun City, but in recent days, for some reason, passers-by can often meet a large mink near this road.

The reason why "head" is used instead of "only" in the measure word is because the size of this large mink is too huge, it is an ordinary grizzly bear, and it is just that size!

Although this large mink is not harmful, it still makes people panic, so there are fewer and fewer people who often come to the neighborhood to hunt and make a living.

Lin Langfei also ran wildly on the main road in the forest, sweating all over his body, although his body was exhausted, he still refused to rest. He's pushing his limits.

"Huh!" Just when Lin Lang had just broken through his limit and felt a burst of comfort all over his body, a figure rushed in front of Lin Lang like lightning, and a pair of claws the size of a bear paw grabbed towards Lin Lang's chest, if he was caught this time, Lin Lang would be seriously injured if he didn't die!

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