This article writes a story about Mo Chuchen who has not overthrown the "main god" and the wild system "zero", full of lies, when you take a look at it, it belongs to the chapter that suddenly wants to be released, so it is released.

In this design, the words of "Zero" are all false.

So don't pay too much attention to why the setting looks completely different, because it's a fake system O(∩_∩)O full of running trains.

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Swirling skies, shattered planes, and weird halo ...... in mid-air.

The moment he opened his eyes, many images flashed in Mo Chuchen's mind.

Finally, he took a hard breath and opened his eyes suddenly, thinking that he would be in the hospital, but what caught his eye was a slightly dilapidated wooden house, the red wooden furniture revealed a trace of old and luxurious, there is no doubt that this is a house with a sense of age.

wow~⊙o⊙

The unexpected picture made the already confused expressions even more confused.

What's going on?

Could it be that he was picked up by some primitive tribe after the plane crash?

Seeing that there was no one around, Mo Chuchen's thoughts began to wander.

He turned out to be a rich second generation who was not worried about food and clothing, and had no ambitions.

Because he is the third in line, he has no burden of inheriting the family business.

Therefore, he often spends all day drinking and drinking, and does not return home at night, his life is ordinary and not peaceful, and the family seems to be calm, but in fact it is turbulent, and the undercurrent is surging .......

"Hmm——。"

The pain in his body interrupted Mo Chuchen to continue to reminisce about his life.

He moved his fingers, and the numb pain like a thunderclap immediately welled up.

Speaking of which, I wonder how the news will be reported? The rich second generation drove a private jet to celebrate his birthday, the plane fell, and his life and death were unknown.

Mo Chuchen's body and head hurt at the same time, and he didn't know how to clean up the mess after he went back.

[The rich second generation flew a plane to celebrate his birthday and crashed, you can't go back. 】

A gentle voice sounded around him, it was a very neutral tone, and it was impossible to tell if it was male or female.

"Who is it?"

As soon as Mo Chuchen spoke, the hoarse voice of the rooster stunned him.

[I'm the system zero, you don't have to speak, meditate in your heart, I can answer your question, I think you should find out that your voice is wrong now, right? 】

"It's not my voice, it's a lot harder than mine." Mo Chuchen complained truthfully.

[You crashed, and then I just bound you, so I brought you to this world in mid-air, your body is in my system space, you can be regarded as borrowing a corpse to resurrect your soul now]

"What do you need me to do?"

What about the shit luck of the feelings themselves? Got a traversal system?

Mo Chuchen's eyes rolled half a circle and asked tentatively.

He thought that he might have encountered the legendary time travel, or the kind that traveled with the system.

Although he was originally a rich second generation, he was still very happy to think that he would conquer the world in another world and finally become a historical celebrity.

"For now, you need to go through this newbie mission."

Returning to zero seemed to hear Mo Chuchen's thoughts, and his tone carried a hint of disgust

[You just need to live according to the wishes of the original owner, don't call me when you have nothing to do, I won't interfere with your behavior, and I won't supervise you anytime and anywhere, only when I encounter something related to the task, I will be reminded, and the information about the original owner, I will transmit it to you later. Because it's a beginner mission, you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself, and it doesn't matter if you fail. 】

The sound of returning to zero gradually became quieter.

"Wait a minute, in that case, can you make the pain in my body go away?"

Mo Chuchen saw that the system was about to slip away, so he hurriedly asked with a dead face.

As soon as he moved now, his body hurt like he had been beaten with a dozen sticks, and if he did this every day, he would definitely not be able to stand it.

I'm just crossing over, and I'm not playing a mermaid, so there's no need to move to hurt it.

[Can't] Zero ruthlessly rejected Mo Chuchen's request and explained

[You will have pain because your body and soul are not very compatible, and after two or three days, the pain will disappear, just be patient]

"Hey, isn't it, other traversers don't seem to be like that, right?"

Mo Chuchen asked unwillingly, but the system no longer responded.

He howled a few times, but after not seeing the system respond or anyone coming, he calmed down.

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The autumn Zhuangzi is very lively, lying in the house can faintly hear the sound of conversation and labor, but these bustles are separated from this house, and the house is very deserted.

Mo Chuchen lay in the house all day, and no one came to see him all day.

Regarding this situation, Mo Chuchen is not surprised.

After receiving the memories of the original owner, he has a shallow understanding of his situation.

First of all, he is not on earth, although there is a moon and a sun in this world.

However, it is a world of cultivation.

The object of Mo Chuchen's own possession is a waste material, not a waste material of cultivation, but a waste material of behavior and style, in popular terms, it is a child who has no brains.

Just half a month ago, the object of his possession had just turned 15 years old, because he collided with his cousin, who was already a cultivator, he was disgusted by the whole clan, and he was thrown into the village in the countryside without asking, and even the slave did not dare to take the initiative to contact this young master who had collided with the cultivator, even if he ate food, he left at the door and left in a hurry.

The original owner had a baby kiss with his cousin, and he was very happy to marry his little cousin.

The accident happened three years ago, this little cousin was quietly accepted as an apprentice by the cultivator, and the difference in identity made the doll unable to count.

It's a pity that everyone recognized the facts, but the original owner just couldn't recognize it, and he had to mention the former baby parent, which caused his cousin to be unhappy and ended up like this.

In this world, there is a difference between people and gods, gods respect people and are inferior, there is a huge gap between mortals and cultivators, although his cousin is only in the Qi training period, he is already a fairy-like figure for mortals, don't say offend, it's too late to stammer.

Mortals and cultivators live in two different places, mortals cannot set foot in the realm of cultivators, but cultivators can easily enter any realm of thousands of mortals.

To put it simply, mortals can only live on planets similar to the earth, while cultivators can rely on tools or their own abilities to travel between planets.

The desire of this lord is to come up with a bad breath, he feels that his family is too ruthless to him like this, and he wants the people in the family to regret treating him like this.

"It's really straw bales plus no brains."

Mo Chuchen looked at his wish and wanted to spit on it, if the gap between the dignity and inferiority of this world is so big, I really don't know what the original owner is angry about? It's already good if you don't involve the family, and you still want to take revenge on the family? .

However, even if he looks down on the original owner, he can only obediently fulfill his wish, right?

Mo Chuchen thought like a deflated balloon.

[A month later is the day when the Cloud Mist Sect accepts apprentices, the location is in Cloud City, you can try it]

It was already the next morning.

"Cloud City? What is that place? ”

[Go straight to the south, you can get there in a month, it is a small sect that has been open for less than 300 years, they open the mountain to accept disciples once every fifty years, and the mortals who receive their notice will prepare in advance to participate in the apprenticeship ceremony]

"I'm afraid it's not good for me to come uninvited like that, right?"

[No, they also accept mortals who have strayed into Cloud City]

Hearing Zero's answer, Mo Chuchen just got up slowly and put on the clothes and shoes next to him.

The pain in his body was much lighter than yesterday, and when he was sure he could walk, he went to open the closed door.

Outside the door is a beautiful courtyard scenery, although it is a remote mountain villa, but it is not shabby, the original owner's family is already very wealthy, but unfortunately, this money is not attractive to immortal cultivators at all.

"Young Master Xu." The maid who was sweeping the floor outside didn't expect Mo Chuchen to suddenly open the door, and it took a long time to salute with a white face, but he saw the young master who usually likes to talk nonsense walk by without squinting.

The original owner, named Xu Mo, personality: unlearned, lustful.

This is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"I'm going to the city to the south."

Mo Chuchen found the old housekeeper of the villa, who was in charge of Zhuangzi's affairs.

It was an old man in his fifties with a black beard and a blue robe, with a pair of cloudy triangular eyes on his tree-like face, giving people a bad feeling.

The old housekeeper was instructing his subordinates to collect rent and keep accounts, and he was startled when he heard Mo Chuchen's words.

"This, I'm afraid it won't work, the old master sent the young master to the villa, just because he was worried that the young master would cause trouble, so he was grounded here to let the young master reflect."

He was not afraid of Mo Chuchen, who was bearing the name of the young master, and refused strongly.

"Okay."

Mo Chuchen nodded, expressing understanding, and then walked back the same way.

The old butler, who had thought that he would not be able to have a meal, was surprised to see Mo Chuchen leave so simply, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no help from the servant's side, Mo Chuchen returned to the house in wonder, he walked back and forth a few times, as if he was recalling something.

Finally, he stopped and smiled smugly.

At this moment, he searched for useful information from the memory of the original owner.

When the original owner came to Zhuangzi, he brought a lot of salutes, among which the mother of the original owner gave some silver tickets in private.

With these silver tickets, his travel expenses are enough, and the rest of the time, he can read more books and learn about the situation in this world.

Early in the morning of the third day, Mo Chuchen felt that the pain had completely disappeared, so he put away the silver ticket given by the original owner's mother, took the road guide, and left the manor while no one was paying attention, and rushed to Cloud City.

……。

Cloud City is a capital city under the gate of the Cloud Mist Sect, it does not belong to any mortal forces, there are mortals and cultivators here, unlike the capital city of mortals, Cloud City does not have a city wall, nor does it need an identity guide, and it is the disciples outside the gate of Cloud City who maintain the security of the capital.

For the sake of safety, on weekdays, mortals outside cannot enter Cloud Mist City, and most of the mortals living in Cloud Mist City are mortal relatives of cultivators, and they can come and go freely.

Only in the month when the mountain was opened to accept disciples, Cloud City was open to mortals from outside.

It seems that because of its shallow foundation, Cloud City accepts disciples every fifty years, which is hundreds of years shorter than that of other sects.

The white jade in the city is the ground, the red tile buildings, the spacious road not only has carriages, but also strange monsters, look up and see a flat boat floating in the sky, and there is a graceful young man standing above, luxury and strangeness are displayed everywhere.

Compared to those dazzling cultivators, Mo Chuchen, who was wearing a blue robe, was much shabby.

He was leading a horse that was in good condition, and there was a basket on the horse's back, and the basket was filled with many books, which were the humanities books that Mo Chuchen had collected along the way, although it was only a small basket of books, but it also cost him all his silver tickets.

There are a lot of people who have signed up in Cloud City, and as far as the eye can see, Wang Sun and Guizhou abound, and Mo Chuchen is not conspicuous standing in it.

"Put your hand on the jade plaque."

The young man sitting lazily on the chair glanced at Mo Chuchen, who was in the dust, and pointed to the sixty-centimeter-sized jade plate next to him without changing his tone.

The Cloud Sect is not a particularly big sect, even if it is to open the mountain and collect disciples, it is not as powerful as the Gate Sect, and the most thing to do is to let the applicants line up in an orderly manner to measure the spiritual root, and collect what can be used, and not accept it if it cannot be used.

Mo Chuchen's imaginary path of inquiry, climbing the ladder to the sky, killing demon beasts or anything.

Putting away the sense of loss in his heart, Mo Chuchen touched the jade plate.

The moment he touched the jade plate, he seemed to hear the sound of a flood in his head, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the sound disappeared without a trace, and then the jade plate emitted an ice blue light.

The ice-blue light attracted the attention of many people, and those queuing behind Mo Chuchen exclaimed with envy.

The lazy young man stared at the jade card for more than ten seconds, and after seeing that the jade card did not change to other colors, he waved his hand and said to Mo Chuchen:

"Water system single spirit root, you passed, after the morning people finished testing, a group of you will follow the senior brother up the mountain."

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There were not many people who passed in one morning, only twenty people, and there were three young men from the poor class, and Mo Chuchen was not particularly well dressed, nor was it particularly bad, so none of those nobles and those poor families paid attention to him.

People of each class huddle together to keep warm.

"I'm from the Wind Country, my name is Zhou Ning, the single spiritual root of the fire system, I saw your test in the back just now, I heard that the exercises of the Cloud and Mist Sect are more beneficial to the spiritual root of the water system, I really envy your ......."

Suddenly, a long-haired young man dressed in a simple short dress came to talk to Mo Chuchen, the young man was shorter than Mo Chuchen, with thin arms and legs, a thin body, and an obvious sick appearance.

[Zhou Ning, one of Lin Jing's harems]

Zero suddenly popped out to warn him, followed by silence.

Harem?.

"I'm also from the Wind Country, Xu Mo, now let's not talk about this."

With doubts, Mo Chuchen stopped Zhou Ning from continuing in a low voice.

Lin Jing is his little cousin in the Qi refining period, but now how can Zhou Ning, who has thin arms and legs, be Lin Jing's harem? .

Could it be that in the future, Lin Jing's cousin will come to an overlord and fail to make a bow?

Mo Chuchen couldn't help but open his mind.

"Brother Xu, do you want to eat something?"

Zhou Ning's eyes flickered, and he obediently stopped the topic and found two pieces of bread from his shabby luggage.

"Why do you still bring these things?"

Mo Chuchen also faintly saw the bowl with a broken corner and the patched old clothes in Zhou Ning's package, which were really worse than Mo Chuchen's luggage.

"Take it with you, just in case." Zhou Ning replied embarrassedly.

"Alas, I still have the buns I just bought in my package, you can eat the buns."

Mo Chuchen looked at Zhou Ning's yellow and thin appearance, and his heart was mixed.

In the morning, under the deliberate guidance of Mo Chuchen, Zhou Ning quickly explained his origin clearly.

It was the story of a poor child who struggled to find the truth of immortal cultivation, and this kind of story is very common in this world......

At noon, a young man in a Taoist robe galloped with a yellow long sword, and after ordering everyone to abandon their luggage and servants, he jumped off the flying sword and led a group of ordinary people up the mountain step by step.

There are a total of five peaks in the Cloud Sect, one of which is for new disciples, and it doesn't take long for ordinary monks to go up from the bottom of the mountain, but it takes most of the day for mortals to reach the middle of the peak.

"Hey, you, come and carry this young master." Mo Chuchen and Zhou Ning followed the crowd, and gradually lost their physical strength, but they saw the young man in the purple flying fish suit in front of them raising his chin and shouting at Zhou Ning.

The boy was followed by three teenagers in coarse cloth clothes, and those teenagers picked up bamboo poles, as if they were going to make a simple sedan chair, and there was still one less sedan chair bearer at the moment.

Hearing the nobleman's shout, Zhou Ning subconsciously shrank his shoulders and hesitated to go up, but Mo Chuchen raised his hand to stop Zhou Ning.

"Don't go."

"But." Zhou Ning raised his eyes and looked ahead.

The purple-clothed young man was so angry by Mo Chuchen's behavior of inserting a tank, he said angrily: "What kind of miscellaneous fish are you?" ”

"Ignore him." Mo Chuchen smiled, he ignored the purple-clothed young man, and instead raised his hand and knocked on Zhou Ning's head, and said: "Stepping into the path of cultivation, from now on the glory of the world has nothing to do with it, as long as you stand here, you and him are the same, you don't need to grovel because of his words." ”

Facing the angry eyes of the purple-clothed young man and Mo Chuchen's smile, Zhou Ning nodded as if he didn't understand, and didn't go to the purple-clothed young man again.

"Stinky boy!" The purple-clothed young man wanted to go and teach the two who ignored him a lesson, but he heard a cold snort from the monk leading the way in front of him, and a wave of qi hit, and the young man was shocked, so he had to stop in a hurry.

"I, Tang Li, will not spare you!" The young man let go of the cruel words and left reluctantly.

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The middle section of the mountain surrounded by clouds and mist is the destination of this trip, and there is only one palace on it, and the plaque reads "Forget the Dust Palace".

The main hall of the Forgotten Dust Hall is magnificent, and the scenery of the side hall is beautiful, which makes people forget to return.

When the group came to the main hall, it was already dark, and the Forgotten Dust Hall under the moonlight had a unique style.

"Tomorrow, the inner disciples will start to listen to the class, the clothes of the inner disciples are in the dormitory, there is no need to find someone to ask for them, the outer disciples will begin to familiarize themselves with the work of the sect, and the clothes will be distributed in three days, then they will be disbanded."

The monk in charge of the affairs sorted the newly accepted disciples in a rudimentary manner and left in a hurry.

After a long journey, everyone was tired, and after the monk left, he immediately dispersed and went to find his own accommodation.

The so-called classification is nothing more than that those who have better roots and bones are arranged to be inner disciples, and those who have mixed roots and bones stay as outer disciples.

The inner disciples only need to learn the exercises and follow the master, while the outer disciples can only learn the superficial introductory exercises, in addition to this, they also need to learn to clean and maintain law and order, which is a relatively grassroots existence in Cloud City.

Mo Chuchen and Zhou Ning were lucky to become inner disciples and were arranged in the same dormitory.

"Thank you, Brother Xu, for your help." When there was no one around, Zhou Ning was busy talking to Mo Chuchen.

"It's nothing, don't be so stupid in the future" Mo Chuchen called the stream and prepared to wash his face, seeing Zhou Ning's small eyes looking at him, he couldn't help but rub Zhou Ning's hair with his hand: "Since you call me Brother Xu, then if there is something in the future, the eldest brother will cover you." ”

"Eh, thank you, Brother Xu, it's the first time someone has been so good to me, Brother Xu, you are really a good person!."

Zhou Ning's tone was filled with excitement that was difficult to ignore: "Tomorrow, we will start cultivating immortals, and we will definitely soar together in the future!" ”。

"Go to bed, what do you want to do so much? Ascension still depends on talent. ”

Mo Chuchen couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Holding a willow branch as a toothbrush, Mo Chuchen stared at the candle flame on the table, and his thoughts slowly drifted.

Although he has been in this world for a month, no matter how he thinks about it, he always has a feeling of unreality, what a cultivator, what a gentleman, he is obviously just an ordinary rich second generation.

In the blink of an eye, I was about to start looking for immortals and asked, I don't know if I can go back to the original world and report the matter myself, will I be locked up as a nervous disorder? ……。