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In the back mountain of Zhouqi Village, there is a dream-seeking peak, and on the dream-seeking peak, there is a traceability platform.

Xuan Ming and Tang Li followed the path Zhou Qi said early in the morning and climbed straight to the peak. The ancient trees on the road are towering, and the trickle under the feet surrounds the bluestone, and when you look back, you can see that the eaves of the col are gone.

At the end of the road, there is a vast expanse.

The first people have scattered around the source platform to enjoy the scenery, and dozens of futons have been laid on the platform.

After a while, I saw Zhou Qi climb the stairs and climb the traceability platform. He stood in the middle of the stage and said loudly: "Gentlemen, you can take a seat." "The mountain wind of Xunmeng Peak is very strong, but Zhou Qi's sentence can still clearly reach everyone's ears.

Xuan Ming silently compared him with himself, feeling sad for his past, if it weren't for other adventures, it seemed that with his talent, he wouldn't be able to do it to this extent.

Even though most of them were armed with martial arts, everyone still walked to the traceability platform. Xuan Ming picked the outermost futon, and sat down like others, only to feel that his waist had been tightened unconsciously.

After a while, a voice as bright as a phoenix sounded: "After shaving the hair and changing clothes, Mr. Lizhou first wrote "Deep Clothes Examination", and the clansmen insisted on entering the burial with deep clothes. Later, there is Mr. Taiyan's favorite "old clothes" written on "Dahan" in his life. ”

"Then there is the Republic of China to formulate a ritual system, using Hanfu and Han rites to sacrifice to the sky. There are Xia Zhenwu, Qian Xuantong, Zhang Daqian, Shen Jiaben and other famous or unknown gentlemen, who either wear their hair and deep clothes, or wear Xuanduan to work, or travel to the West with wide robes and big sleeves. ”

"Recently, there are Chinese-style degree gowns from Shenzhou universities, and ritual costumes on Yizhou Island. ”

"And in the end, it's us. ”

"There is a kind of strength called persistence, and there is a kind of persistence called going forward and succeeding. I think that we are here, not by chance, but by necessity!"

The woman, Yaoyue, stood up and slammed to the ground.

"Thank you for coming to the Hanzhi Forum!"

The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present.

The mountain typhoon is urgent, and the sound of women is on the ground. Let's ask how to give birth to a prosperous Han? With persistence, we can see the spark.

After the opening remarks, Zhou Qi began to introduce the participants to know each other.

After a while, he heard Ling Yun ask: "Why didn't you see Brother Hao, didn't he say that he would arrive today?"

"Your good old brother has already gone to Huangquan, you can go to accompany him immediately!"

There are many good things, there are many enemies, and on the traceability platform, the demon wind is chaotic.

In the angry shout of "Gusjiao" that I don't know who it was, Xuan Ming stood up.

Gusianism?

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them. The Yanhuang Society has long been buried in the ground, and to this day, there are still remnants of the Gusi Sect?

Heavens, do you know that I have made a great wish for revenge, so I left it for me?

"One teacher, two spirits, four ・・・・・・"

At this time, Xuan Ming heard Tang Li, who had been sitting beside him and had stood up with him, muttering something.

Before they could immediately fight, Xuan Ming turned his head sideways and asked quietly, "Qingzhou, what are you talking about?"

Tang Li didn't shy away from others, what volume should he usually have, and he still replied at what volume: "I'm using the Wuhou Mansion's classification of the mission objective to evaluate the strength of the other party. ”

"Oh?"

There is actually this kind of thing similar to the level of online games, Xuan Ming expressed great interest. It's just that this is really not the time to understand, so he pressed his heart and began to look at the Gus cultists who were half-surrounding the origin platform.

The leader has a beard of half a hundred, but he is bald, no, he just looks bald. The man shaved all the hair from all sides, leaving only the hair in the center of the head, which was shaped like money, and the hair in the center, which was braided and drooping, like a rat's tail.

"Hahahaha, you... you・・・・・・...

Everyone present, except for Xuan Ming and Tang Li, was still sitting in place and did not move.

There was a burst of laughter, and I saw Nanxiangzi pointing at the Gusi sect members, and he had fallen to the ground laughing. Seeing that his friend wanted to speak but couldn't say it intermittently, Song Zhimin took his words and said with a smile: "Ha, it turns out that today there are still people with money rat tails." ”

Before he finished speaking, everyone laughed with him.

"It's really a money rattail, haha, I didn't react at first. ”

"It's crazy to be a minion, huh?"

・・・・・・

"Humph!"

A cold snort came out, and Xuan Ming only felt as uncomfortable as if his ears were continuously pricked by needles, and even if the people who laughed together were not greatly affected, the laughter could not continue.

Song Nan and the others frowned at the same time, and joined forces to stop them, laying down an invisible barrier, blocking everyone behind them. The stinging pain in his ears slowly subsided, and Xuan Ming couldn't help but be shocked. Originally, I thought that after he learned the sword technique, he would be able to go to the world, how could he participate in a forum and casually meet a leader of the Gusi Sect who came to make trouble, he was so much more powerful than him. Just one sound attack made him feel overwhelmed.

"This is close to the ultimate power, and it doesn't match the level of the task of gathering intelligence, and I will ask for a double reward when I go back・・・・・・"

Tang Li's face turned a little pale, and he muttered as if he was regretting letting Mo Yu leave, Xuan Ming pinched his shoulder in order to divert his attention, and whispered, "What are you talking about?"

Hearing this, Tang Li took out a handheld computer from his jacket pocket and handed it to him.

While the two sides were still competing, Xuan Ming fumbled to open the screen, he wanted to see what kind of division the 'strength' and 'level' that Tang Li muttered twice in a row.

"The business of this mansion is busy, in order to improve efficiency, so the task objectives of the world are divided into nine levels, and the martial marquis in the mansion needs to receive tasks according to their own ranks, and they must not skip the level to avoid sacrifice.

The tiers are as follows:

Apprentices, rough fists and feet

Raw, the first glimpse of the doorway

Small, small success

Spirit, enter the house

Division, enough to have apprentices

Absolutely, with a unique education

Sect, open a sect

Respect, respect the world

Holy, legend is holy

The optional tasks are as follows:

・・・・・・

Identity: Wuhou Tang Li

・・・・・・

"The money rat tail is the elegant government of the new dynasty; This is Yazheng!"

After the old man in their lead pointed to the back of his head and finished saying this, the remnants of the Gus Sect burst into laughter, and there was no lack of pride and pride in their laughter.

"Phew, shameless, disgusting!"

Yao Yue got up angrily, and with her angry scolding, the rest of the heroes all rose up, and under the leadership of Ling Yun Zhou Qi, they preemptively faced the surrounding fanatics, and suddenly traced the sound of swords hitting each other on the side of the stage.

The subordinates fought with others, and the old man didn't care. He intoxicated and stroked the drooping braid, stretched it out under his nose and sniffed it, as if recalling the 'glory' of his ancestors, and then sneered and said to Nanxiangzi and Song Yimin, who were still in front of him: "The Yanhuang Society has become historical garbage. Since you like the spring breeze to blow and grow again, the master of this hall must come to chop the grass again. ”