Next to the Kawasei Pass, there is a small town called Yuanjiang. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The small town is extremely ordinary, and the flow of people coming and going is very small, and most of them are wind and dust swordsmen and swordsmen from outside the pass. Although these people pick quarrels and provoke trouble from time to time, they are all a little chivalrous in their hearts, and they give a lot of silver.

At the end of the third street in the city, there is a bookstore with a long history. The elm bookshelves in the store display a variety of thread-binding exercises.

That's right, exercises, true exercises.

If you sweep it away, all kinds of domineering book titles are enough to shock people.

What is the secret of the leopard god flying immortals, what is the Taiji immortal canon, what is the opening of the mountain wolf tooth hegemony scripture, what is the true immortal double cultivation Dafa.

Neighborhood leaders who know what kind of goods this bookstore owner is naturally won't come to buy these so-called "exercises", after all, no one is a nouveau riche with so much money that he has nowhere to spend, and he doesn't have the leisure to buy this exercises.

The titles of these books are as domineering as they are "Cultivating the True Exercises", and they may also bluff the foreign swordsmen and swordsmen, as well as the ordinary-looking guy in the store.

"Yan Ruo, you're reading Lao Tzu's new book again?!"

A deep roar came from the cubicle in the back room, startling the guy sitting in the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, and hurriedly closed the pages of the book in his hand with relish, and did not forget to twist the folds on it, and stuffed it under his buttocks.

After doing all this, this guy named Yan Ruo was not to be outdone and roared back.

"it! If you don't get old with this pirated book, who would believe that this is a true cultivation exercise?"

"Don't you believe it?"

Hearing this, Yan Ruo suddenly became dumbfounded, turned her head with a look of resentment, pulled out the book under her buttocks, and continued to read it, deliberately pushing harder when turning the page, as if she was venting.

Yan Ruo, twenty-one years old, is in the prime of life, but has a weak body.

He's not from this world, he's just crossed over here two years ago, this small border town where birds don't.

is not like countless time-traveling novels on the Internet, he did not become the son of a big family, nor did he become a down-and-out genius with a deep hatred from the beginning, and there was no beautiful girl who came to him with a marriage book.

crossed like this plainly, he was still Yan Ruo, and he was still the thin boy who couldn't help but be weak.

Goldfinger? non-existent.

You must know that this is a real world of cultivation, where various sects and factions fight each other and kill each other, and powerful monks stand at the peak to call for wind and rain, and everything relies on strength to speak.

When the world in the novel becomes a reality, what Yan Ruo is missing is just a golden finger that makes him soar.

In the past two years, Yan Ruo has not found any changes in his body, even if it is a system prompt sound in his head.

Unfortunately, no.

He also wanted to go over and look for all kinds of adventures, such as visiting the world's masters, maybe going off the beaten track to hunt for treasures, and even carefully checking the various rings sold in the local market to see if there was an old grandfather.

Everything he could think of, he did without hesitation, but found nothing.

And there are only two ways to become a human being in this world, one is to become a government official in the mortal realm, but with his IQ, he can't do this, Yan Ruo, who has failed the college entrance examination three times in a row, let alone deal with these ancient texts.

The second is cultivation, if you become a monk, even the emperor of the mortal kingdom will respect you for three points. Then the problem arises, there is a necessary condition for cultivating the truth - the spiritual root.

Linggen, this sounds like a mysterious word, but to put it bluntly, it is qualification.

How to have a spiritual root, it is very simple, there is a mantra left from ancient times in the world, meditate while reciting the mantra, and feel the appearance of qi on the lower side of the lower abdomen, which means that you have a spiritual root. If not, it means that you can only be a mortal for the rest of your life.

After learning the formula, Yan Ruo immediately went to try it, and after a while, he really found that he didn't have a spiritual root.

This result is reasonable but unexpected.

Because he didn't believe that he had crossed over to another world, he ended up being an unknown mortal.

This world divides humanity into two camps, one is the monk and the other is the mortal.

Yan Ruo, on the other hand, was cruelly assigned to the camp of mortals, and was not given any hope or opportunity to turn over.

But he still didn't give up, and sold the only valuable lighter in his hand to the pawn shop, and bought a lot of "cultivation exercises" with most of the money he earned, pinning his last hope on it.

The ending can be imagined, when Yan Ruo came to the bookstore with a large number of pirated wire-bound books, the boss was reluctant to return the money, but for the sake of the former's pitiful sake, Yan Ruo was accepted as a bookstore buddy, taking care of food and housing, but no salary.

In this way, Yan Ruo went from a dropout of high school in the current world to a bookstore guy in the cultivation world.

"It's true, no matter where a waste goes, it's a waste after all. Yan Ruo put the book on the bookshelf next to her and laughed at herself.

At this time, a round black fat man came out of the back room, wearing a short coat, obviously it was autumn, but he was still holding a rotten fan to fan the wind.

This person is the owner of the bookstore, Zuo Zhengde.

"Go, go to Widow Gao and help me bring back the roast goose. Zuo Zhengde picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped his sweat and said.

"Don't you have any legs yourself?" Yan Ruo pouted.

"Hey, you white-eyed wolf, helping Lao Tzu run errands will naturally not run in vain, you have a goose leg!" Zuo Zhengde slapped the fan on Yan Ruo's head and glared.

"Hehe, just waiting for your words......"

Yan Ruo immediately put on a flattering smile after hearing this, ran out of the bookstore with a smoke, and ran towards the small city.

"Stinky boy......" The boss scolded and scolded in the store.

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Yan Ruo trotted to the high widow's roast goose shop and saw a widow surnamed Gao in a light gauze skirt teaching her children to read.

Gao Qing is a well-known beauty in the small city, and since her husband died in battle, she has become the most famous widow in the city.

Gao Qing, who has not remarried after her husband has been dead for five years, opened a roast goose shop, because of the name of the most beautiful widow in the city, it has attracted many wandering warriors to patronize the business.

Presumably, the fat man in the store Zuo Zhengde is also here for this.

"Aunt Gao, the fat man asked me to fetch the roast goose. Yan Ruo shouted softly.

Immediately, a light gauze turned around, the goose egg face that still had the charm was white and red, and he smiled at Yan Ruo, and the lotus step moved slightly, tied the oil-wrapped paper that had been prepared in the window with hemp rope, and handed it to Yan Ruo.

Looking at the graceful figure and the half-wiped breasts, Rao was used to seeing those small movies on the Internet, and Yan Ruo couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The high widow also seemed to be accustomed to this kind of gaze, and the peach blossoms on her face were even more abundant, almost hooking Yan Ruo's soul.

"Aunt Gao, seriously, it's just that this technology is not developed enough, otherwise it would be a pity if you didn't make a small movie......" Yan Ruo said.

"What?" Gao Qing asked with a slight frown.

"It's nothing...... Yan Ruo waved her hand again and again, took the roast goose, and hurriedly escaped from Gao Qing's sight.

Widow Gao looked confused, then shook her head, continued to return to her son, pointed to the place where Yan Ruo disappeared and said: "Seeing that the big brother just now, he is a fool who reads idle books and goes crazy, obviously he can't cultivate the truth and still wants to be an immortal every day, can you learn from him in the future." ”

The child nodded vigorously with his big dark eyes.

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