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The ruins are a ruined city, located in the depths of the desert in the northwest of the Middle-earth Empire, surrounded by yellow sand for thousands of miles!

Perhaps the market is too barren, and the monks of the Xianmen rarely appear in the market.

However, recently, there have been a lot of immortal monks in the market for some reason, and I don't know why.

On Qingshi Street in the west of the city, there is a restaurant called Guanhai Building.

The sky was bright.

The owner of the Guanhai Building is bathing.

His name is Yokoe.

When Hengjiang was seven years old, he once left the market city in order to seek immortal Taoism, and came back ten years later, although he did not become a monk of Xianmen, but with a ruthless force, he became the leader of Qingshi Street, and he was in charge of this street, and this year is the third year.

Maybe Hengjiang has experienced too many things, or maybe he was blown too hard by the cold wind of the ruins, which made his face in his twenties already have a bit of vicissitudes.

Even, on his chest and back, there are criss-crossing scars. These scars were filled with an aura of bravery and ferocity, filling Hengjiang's body.

After bathing and changing clothes, Hengjiang put on a scholarly robe, covering the ferocious bearing brought by the scars all over his body.

Immediately, Hengjiang made another pot of fine tea, came to the position of the window of the Guanhai Building, and looked into the street through the window.

As the sun rises higher and higher, there are more and more pedestrians on the streets.

You can even see that there are one or two Xianmen monks wearing cloud-patterned white robes, hanging a jade pendant around their waists, wearing a high crown, and leading strange monsters, walking through the street, startling the pedestrians in the street to bow their heads and avoid them.

Yokoe's gaze swept over the Xianmen monks, and he casually opened the books on the table.

Title: "Chronicles of the Empire".

"'The system of the first kings, the degree of the land to live in the people, all of them are fertile and barren, and the tribute is poor, and the cover must be the way. The meaning of this is that according to the system of ancient kings, the fertility of the land was measured and balanced for the people to live in, and different taxes were collected. As a result, the founding emperor of the Middle-earth Empire believed that the market city was just a border city that was extremely barren, and it was difficult for the poor people to even support themselves, so the emperor didn't even bother to collect taxes......"

Hengjiang sighed with emotion, closed the "Imperial Chronicles" in his hand, closed his eyes again, and thought: "It wasn't until ten years ago that the smuggling industry gradually rose in the market city, and the emperor sent a city lord to set up a yamen in the market city to collect taxes again. However, for many years, the ruins have long had their own rules, and how can a mere city lord turn the situation around? After the establishment of the yamen, the emperor not only did not receive any taxes, but on the contrary, some people in the ruins took advantage of the fact that the yamen had just been established, took advantage of the fire to rob, and took the opportunity to make a fortune, causing many people to be ruined. ”

When Hengjiang opened his eyes again, there was a trace of resentment, which was horizontal in his eyes.

He was the victim back then.

Ten years ago, the ancestral small shop and small yard of the Hengjiang family were taken away, and his grandfather was killed.

Ten years later, Hengjiang returned to the market, stabbed the enemy, recaptured the ancestral inheritance, and built such a restaurant facing the street on the old site of the shop and courtyard: Guanhai Building.

Recapture the ancestral property and get revenge, but all this did not satisfy Yokoe. Yokoe will not forget that his grandfather, who was in a pool of blood, at the end of his life, entrusted Yokoe to the seven-year-old Yokoe.

"You must become an immortal monk. ”

This is not only grandpa's entrustment, but also the goal that Hengjiang has been tirelessly pursuing for ten years.

The national teacher of the Middle-earth Empire is a monk of the Immortal Gate.

When the emperor canonized the national teacher, he once announced to the world, and posted the notice all over the north and south of the river, many of which Hengjiang can no longer remember, and Hengjiang only remembers the most heartwarming sentence in it: "I share the world with the national teacher."

Only the Xianmen monk is a human being, so he will not let the tragedy of his family being ruined happen again!

Hengjiang had thought for a long time about how many ways people in the world could worship the door wall of the Xianmen monks.

He eventually concluded that there are no more than four most common ways.

First, someone was born with extraordinary qualifications, and after the Xianmen monks knew about this person, they rushed from all over the world and broke their heads to accept this person as an apprentice.

Second, if someone has an extraordinary identity and has a great relationship with the Xianmen monks, the Xianmen monks will accept him as an apprentice.

Third: Someone's family relied on hundreds of millions of family fortunes to smash the door wall of the Xianmen monk and get the opportunity to get started.

Fourth: Someone because of a coincidence, worship the monk of Xianmen as a teacher.

The fourth way is purely to look at chance and luck. An ordinary man, if he wants to apprentice to the immortal sect in this way, it is simply difficult to ascend to the sky.

And the second and third ways, although the conditions are harsh, but there are traces to follow, for people with conditions, it is not difficult. But only those princes and nobles with extraordinary status, rich businessmen and wealthy people are qualified, but they have no chance with ordinary people.

As for the first way, Hengjiang once tested his cultivation qualifications, which was very commonplace. So, the first way doesn't work for him.

After calculating it, Hengjiang found that if he wanted to apprentice to the Xianmen monks, he could only rely on the method of chance and coincidence that was difficult to ascend to the sky.

However, where do you go to seek such an illusory thing as chance?

Do you want to believe in the phrase that fortune tellers often say, "There is providence in the dark", listen to the arrangement of fate, and look forward to the day when you will have shit luck?

"My chance, I should fight for it myself!" Hengjiang is accustomed to taking his fate into his own hands.

It has been three years since Yokoe returned to the market.

In the past three years, Hengjiang has worked hard and made a lot of arrangements, relying on his own hands to fight for a share of his own opportunities!

People in the world often say: It is up to man to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen.

Yokoe believes more: things are man-made!

Since ancient times, there have been very few Xianmen monks in the market, and before Hengjiang was seven years old, he had never met any Xianmen monks. But in a few months, there was an endless stream of Xianmen monks, coming from everywhere.

"Sure enough, as long as you lure them to your advantage, even if they are from the Xianmen, they will take the bait! I heard that some people in the Xianmen are high up and regard ordinary people as ants who can be trampled on wantonly. I don't know if they ever thought that this time they were fish in the pond, and the fisherman with the hook was an ant who was extremely despicable in their eyes......"

A blazing color appeared in Hengjiang's eyes.

He put down the book in his hand, got up and walked downstairs, his steps were very firm.

A strong wind blew outside the window, turning the title page of the Imperial Chronicles.

A map of mountains and rivers is presented on the pages of the book, tens of thousands of miles of splendid rivers and mountains, dozens of immortal dojos, leaping on the paper, clearly visible......

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