There is no place to live, there is no practice, we can't stay in Bears Ears Mountain, we can only go back to our hometown, and the deed and the divine beast come to see us off, and we are extremely uncomfortable to say goodbye.

I don't have a penny on me, so I plan to go to Rooster City to borrow some money from Mo Youyou.

Soon after descending the mountain, there was a brand-new farmhouse on the side of the road, and at the door sat an old man with a fat head, big ears and a bulging belly, who did not look like a farmer at all.

The old man greeted me warmly and invited me in for a cup of tea, which was strange that I had never met, and I felt that it was not for no reason to accept this invitation.

After entering, I first saw the dragon scale armor on the table, and there was a Ruyi needle next to it, and I understood that the old man was not a mortal.

Since there is a wishful needle, at least I can see Min'er, and sure enough, Min'er and Yanzi came out of the room on the right, and they threw themselves into my arms and cried with joy.

The old man claimed to be a barefoot immortal, when he found a strange stone, he liked to carve, so he indulged in carving strange stones, who knew that this was a 10,000-year-old stubborn stone, while he was fascinated, to control his consciousness.

I smashed the 10,000-year-old stubborn stone and rescued the barefoot immortal divine consciousness.

Min'er and Yanzi were rescued by dragon scale armor, this guy entered Ganshan, and went to find An Zhenren, waiting for an opportunity to rescue two women, the atomic bomb exploded, An Zhenren panicked, this guy rescued two women.

Come out before the space collapses and meet the barefoot immortal in Bears Ears Mountain.

The Barefoot Great Immortal told me that the remaining seventy-one blessed lands would not be spared, and that they would wait for my death to take revenge.

The king of the underworld had a close relationship with them.

After hearing this, I was silent for a long time, saying that things have come to this point, and it is useless to be annoyed and regretful, but it will not be completely arranged by fate, and I will strive for it if there is a glimmer of hope.

The barefoot immortal praised his ambition, and then said that because I was being watched closely, the demon spirits and artifacts could not follow me, and it would be very bad to be discovered.

It makes a lot of sense, and I beg the barefoot Daisen to take care of it.

Leaving the farmhouse, I hurried to the Rooster Market, arrived at the Rooster Market for the evening, found Mo Youyou to explain her intentions, she asked me to stay in the Rooster City, with her financial resources, I have no problem living a rich life.

I understood the meaning of the words, but I didn't agree, and now any woman can't leave a trace in her heart, because it belongs to converting to truth.

Mo Youyou Youyou took out 10,000 yuan and handed it to me, and I turned around and left.

When I returned to Yuanmei Township and came to Saitama's house, General Tie of Fushoudian opened the door, and the neighbors next to me said to me that over the years, Heping had made a fortune in real estate and moved his family to the provincial capital.

With no relatives in the local area, I decided to go out to work and wait for life to settle down before making plans.

I stepped on the train to Gwangju.

When I came to Gwangju, I found a cheap hotel to live in, and then I went out every day to look for a job, because I didn't understand anything, I ran into a soft nail every time, and I couldn't help but feel anxious.

When I returned to the hostel after being tired that day, I saw a newcomer in the room, and the room was sold on beds, and it was not uncommon for people to change from time to time.

The newcomer sat at the head of the bed peeling peanuts and drinking, looking powerful, and his face looked more fierce, similar to Obote, and it was probably not good at stubble.

I don't have any fear, Taishang Laojun is just depriving him of cultivation, and his special skills are still on my body.

As I entered, the newcomer glanced at me with a hint of alarm in his eyes, and then continued to peel peanuts and drink.

I went to bed against the wall, stared at the ceiling in a daze, how could I live if I couldn't find a job? Go home and plant a few acres of land left by your parents?

"Friend, come over and have a drink." The newlyweds greeted him.

I was depressed, so I could use wine to kill my sorrows, so I didn't have a good time drinking in the past.

While drinking, the newcomer asked me what I was doing in Gwangju, and I replied that I was looking for a job, and he asked me how long I would be in Gwangju, and I counted 20 days.

The newcomer suddenly laughed and said: "You are paralyzed, there is a mountain of gold on your body that you don't use, and you are always digging waste in the garbage heap, are you sick or have water in your brain." ”

Although the words were rude, I didn't get angry and quickly asked, "Why do you say that?" ”

The newcomer grabbed my hand, pointed to the cocoon on it and said, "This hand has been touching the gun for at least three years." Then he touched my waist and chest and said, "The muscles are well-proportioned and there is no half of fat, let alone seven or eight years of uninterrupted exercise, and I will definitely make a lot of money with these." ”

I guessed the meaning and said, "I'm not going to kill." ”

The newcomer disagreed: "There are two kinds of murder in this world, illegal and legal, if you can make money by killing people legally, why not do it?" ”

I shook my head and said, "How can you have the ability to enter the police?" ”

The newcomer looked at me and spat out three words.

"Mercenaries."

I had heard about foreign blockbusters, and I was curious to ask: "How much money can you make as a mercenary?" ”

Asking does not mean willingness.

"Look at what you do, you can make at least $200,000 a year." Newcomer offer.

More than one million yuan, the number touched my heart, and I am currently in an embarrassment, which can be described as a bit of a desperate taste, China cannot have a mercenary way to survive, which means going to foreign countries.

I cautiously asked, "Where to become a mercenary?" ”

The newcomer replied with a faint smile.

"The world is so chaotic, there are many places to be mercenaries, and now there is a place that urgently needs people, and the price is very high, 50,000 US dollars a month."

The price is so high?

I asked what the place was, and the newcomer replied Syrian.

I don't know where Syria is, I haven't heard of it, but the newcomers have taught me that Syria is in a civil war, that the president is a dictator, and that the people demand that he be overthrown and a democratic and free state be established.

Good thing, you can make money and participate in the revolution at the same time!

I decided to take the job.

"My name is Pi Dingkun." The newcomer reached out to me.

"My name is Li Rongchang." I hold this hand.

Pi Dingkun took me on a plane to Turkey in Gwangju and landed in Istanbul, where an American came to pick us up and took us to the American military base.

After three months at a military base, I received some light military training to improve my knowledge of English, and then I was airdropped into Syria.

Pi Dingkun took me to a small town that was on the front line of battle, and the sound of gunfire was incessant.

An American assigned us the task of harassing and killing government officers at night, and after accepting the task, Pi Dingkun took me to rest.

The resting place is a small three-story building on the side of the street, and after dinner, Pi Dingkun went out, and when he returned, he took two Syrian girls with him.

The girl's face was terrified, apparently not of her own free will.

"Enjoy the evening, and tomorrow will have the spirit to fight." Pi Dingkun pushed the more pleasing girl to me.

I politely refused, Pi Dingkun was not polite, and put the two girls into the room, I looked at the backs of the three in a daze, what kind of revolution is this.

During the day the next day, Pi Dingkun took me to familiarize myself with the terrain.

The terrain in Syria is relatively flat, mostly on hills, but of course far from the hilly terrain, which we rely on to wrap around the side of government forces.

The government army is about a regiment and has tanks and other heavy weapons, but these weapons are really shabby compared to the anti-government forces provided by the United States.

Since there is no need to scruple and snipe, Pi Dingkun chooses a good direction.