Los Angeles, the largest town in the southern part of Qingxi Country, is also recognized by everyone in Qingxi Country as an important transportation town.

Thousands of years ago, it was a small village with a population of only a few hundred people.

The villagers in the village, every family makes a living from hunting.

Backed by millions of mountains, there are countless rare treasures, but because the beasts inside are extremely fierce, the villagers only dare to wander away from the periphery of the mountains, barely maintaining food and clothing, and a rich life is not even imaginable.

However, who would have thought that such a small village would turn over and become the largest town in Qingxi Country in one fell swoop, three points richer than the capital of Qingxi Country.

And the reason why such a change occurred was all because of the location of the Great Sect of Cultivating Immortals, Luo Huazong.

If Luohuazong hadn't taken a fancy to this village back then, or had not taken this mountain for his own use, the small city of Los Angeles would not have this scale.

Now all the residents in Los Angeles live and work in peace and contentment, leaving no stone unturned, and living a free and comfortable life.

One early morning in the summer, with a soft "squeak", a well-dressed man, with a hoe on his shoulder, pushed the door out with light steps.

It is Zhang Zishan, the teahouse shopkeeper in the west of Los Angeles.

This year's immortal worship conference just ended yesterday, and he finally had a leisure, and he planned to take advantage of this time to go to the vegetable garden to tinker with his small vegetable seedlings that were growing well.

He hadn't taken three or two steps here, and there was a sound of the door opening behind him on the left, and the sound of the little milk dog humming.

Zhang Zishan stopped and looked back.

It turned out that Qian Dazhuang, the shopkeeper of the neighbor's grain store, was taking his baby Xiaobai out for a walk.

The two have always had a good relationship, and they both like hunting, they spend time together on weekdays, and they meet old acquaintances early in the morning, Zhang Zishan is indescribably happy.

It is inevitable to have a small talk: "Morning, strong son, and serve your son again." ”

"Phew, who's son, I think it's your son. ”

Although Qian Dazhuang said this, the doting in his eyes did not hide it at all.

"It's really early for you to get up this time, the immortal worship conference is so easy to end, and you don't know how to rest and rest. ”

Qian Dazhuang stretched out his foot and gently pushed Xiaobai beside him, signaling him to go forward first.

But Xiaobai did not follow his instructions, but continued to lie at his feet, refusing to move.

Zhang Zishan looked at the interaction between the two with a smile and said: "What is there to rest, isn't it tiring to eat in our fields, let me relax for a while, I am really not used to it." ”

Seeing that Xiaobai was dead and alive, Qian Dazhuang was reluctant to really stretch out his foot and kick it, raised his foot and moved it to its side, making it more comfortable, and said with a smile:

"But no, it's all the same, it's all the same, when I was young, it was like dying when I got up a quarter of an hour early, and it took my old nose strength to crawl out of the bed, which is like now, the sky is not yet bright, the eyelids are bright first, and I can't sleep if I want to. ”

"Hahaha, I think we are the hands and feet of the monkey, and we can't be idle if we want to. ”

Saying that, I laughed first, this proverb was told by a guest a few days ago, and I thought it was funny, and now it is just right to use it here.

It was the first time Qian Dazhuang heard him say this, and he muttered two sentences in his mouth: "Sun Monkey's hands and feet." ”

Laughed too.

Hearty laughter echoed through the town, and after a while, there was the sound of doors opening one after another.

The two glanced at each other, Zhang Zishan smiled slightly, stepped forward, and said as he walked: "This immortal worship conference is really lively, you have made a lot of money here, right?"

Qian Dazhuang also followed in a few steps: "It's certain to make money, but it's not as good as your teahouse, if only this immortal worship conference could be held once a year, then our Los Angeles City will definitely be richer." ”

Qian Dazhuang thought of the mountain-like silver taels that he had just counted last night, and said hopefully.

"Hehehe, I see that you are in the eyes of money, once every five years, it's good enough, I heard that what is called a spiritual root, the probability of appearing among mortals is too low, even once every five years, there are only four or five hundred people who can really enter the sect. ”

"What about four or five hundred people, even if only one or two hundred people can be selected each session, the enthusiasm of the nobles can't be suppressed, besides, we have never earned the silver of the quasi-disciples of the Luohua Sect, we are just taking advantage of this grand occasion to rob the rich and help the poor. Qian Dazhuang retorted impassionedly.

"Hahaha, you still rob the rich and help the poor, where are you poor, so shameless. Zhang Zishan pointed to the tip of his nose and smiled for a while, and continued: "But since I was growing up under this Luohua Sect Mountain, I still hope that the sect can recruit more disciples. ”

As he spoke, a gloomy look gathered in his eyes.

With his back against the big tree of Luohuazong, who doesn't want to be able to go on for a long time.

However, for Qian Dazhuang, it is enough to earn silver, and he will not do anything that is unfounded.

After a while, Zhang Zishan saw that Qian Dazhuang did not echo the last word, his old face turned red, and he knew that he was worrying about it again.

However, in order to protect his face, he said: "If it weren't for Luohua Sect, how could we have such a good life, thinking about our ancestors back then, but we didn't even have the opportunity to dig in the field." ”

"Alas, I am content, I am content. ”

The more he talked, the more satisfied he felt, Zhang Zishan said with sincere emotion.

"Yes, yes, contentment, it's really good to have Luohuazong here. ”

Thinking that in the crowd of people, only a few hundred people could board the ship, Qian Dazhuang was also a little embarrassed, touched his beard, looked at the red sun that had just risen in the distance, and smiled slightly.

The little milk dog beside him also snorted twice in response to the situation, which was considered to be in harmony.

What they didn't know was that at this time, a major event was happening in a secret realm of Luohua Sect, and it was such a major event that directly or indirectly affected the next Immortal Worship Conference.

"Uncle Shi, it's been three days。。。。。。 ”

Lin Wanxi frowned, looking at the unusually handsome man who was in the storm in the distance, she couldn't bear it, tilted her head and said anxiously.

The man beside him, who was called Shibo, didn't know if he didn't hear the question and answer, or what was going on, the corners of his mouth didn't move, and he looked ahead seriously.

And from his face, he could clearly see the impatient look, as if he could come this time, it was already a great patience he could make.

This man is none other than Lin Xi, the current lord of the Luohua Sect.

This Lin Xi looks like he is only in his twenties, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his skin is like coagulated fat and his skin is like snow, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and his beauty is abnormal, compared to him, Lin Wanxi is also three points weaker.

Especially the tear mole under the slender Danfeng's eyes added countless colors and endless styles to him.