Martial Immortal Inheritance System

"Heavenly soldiers recruit heavenly people?"

The old beggar said with dissatisfaction: "Nangongyu, do you want me to be your apprentice bodyguard?"

Nangongyu hurriedly said, "How can I be a bodyguard? I want my apprentice to honor you!"

"It sounds good."

The old beggar snorted and said, "You are pushing me into the fire pit? Who doesn't know that Baizhan City is being targeted by two Holy Lands?"

"As an old man, the Holy Land dare not do anything to you. Besides, my apprentice is not the kind of black-hearted person, and he will definitely not ask you to defend the Hundred Wars City!"

"Your apprentice is not black-hearted? People call him Zhang Pei, okay?"

"That's slander, how can I be a black-hearted disciple of Slaying Crazy Dragon?"

Nangongyu said displeasedly: "If he was really black-hearted, I would have killed him long ago. Besides, Hundred Wars City was built by him to live and work in peace and contentment. Everyone praised it, and even Confucianism praised it and sent people there every day. travel."

"That's true!"

The old beggar still believed in Nangongyu’s character, but he still didn’t agree: "Nangongyu, old man, I’m old and I’m not interested in going to this chaotic water. To be honest, your apprentice is too keen to die. I dare to offend even the Holy Land."

"This is my apprentice to slay the mad dragon."

Nangong Yu laughed. He pointed to a bottle of fine wine on the table and asked, "Old Hong, do you know what wine this is?"

The old beggar took a sip of wine and replied: "Of course I know that this is a dream wine. It has been sold very hot recently, but it is too expensive. To be honest, the old man only drank it for the first time today."

"This fantasy wine is produced by my apprentice. There are tens of thousands of taels in a bottle, and hundreds of bottles can be sold every day. This is still the case when he hasn't fully delivered it."

Nangongyu said triumphantly: "My apprentice is filial, as soon as this wine came out, he immediately sent hundreds of bottles to me!"

The old beggar's boss opened his eyes: "In other words, how many million taels can he make a day?"

"That's just the income of Dream Wine, and there are many other aspects, such as blood spar and raw silk factory."

Nangongyu said: "My apprentice's ability to make money is first-class. If you go to the City of Hundred Wars, he will never treat you badly. Isn't your beggar gang short of money?"

There are gangs of beggars in the world of martial arts, but they are not powerful. In fact, before, the gangs of beggars were not unified at all and were a scattered force.

It wasn't until Hong Jiu, the leader of the beggar gang of this generation, broke through the heavens that the beggar gang was officially unified. However, because it had just started, it had many problems and had no prestige in the arena. Simply put, it was a group of beggars.

The old beggar in front of Nangongyu is Hong Jiu, the leader of the beggar gang, who is called the life-saving beggar!

"Our beggars are not short of money, but have never been short of money."

Hong Jiu smiled bitterly, and said movingly: "Your apprentice is willing to pay to support our beggars? This is a bottomless pit."

The purpose of the Beggar Gang is to save the world's beggars, but the Wuxian world is divided into sects, and there are beggars everywhere, so the Gaggars will never have enough money!

Because of this, Hong Jiu is the world's most poor man!

He is really poor and can't even afford clothes, because all his money has been contributed to the gang of beggars!

"He may not give you money to support your beggars, but he will definitely give you a lot of money. My apprentice has nothing else, just rich, very rich."

Nangongyu said: "By the way, my apprentice will give you a heavenly soldier. You can sell it for money. How many beggars can you save?"

Hong Jiu's eyes lit up: "Selling heavenly soldiers? Will your apprentice let me sell them?"

"If you don't let it now, you will let it later."

Nangongyu smiled and said very sincerely: "Old Hong, to be honest, it's no way for your beggars to continue like this. I think my apprentice may be able to show you a way out."

"Life? Nangongyu, it's not that I underestimated your apprentice, but with the current situation in the empire, how can a beggar have a life?"

Hong Jiu said bitterly: "Moreover, this world will soon be in chaos."

Nangongyu persuaded: "Always an opportunity, what if there is? No matter how bad, he can make the beggar better."

"So..."

Hong Jiu hesitated, and Nangongyu continued his efforts: "Old Hong, you don't have to make a decision right away. You can go to the Hundred Wars City to see and communicate with Zhang Yunhao. I believe that he will not let you down."

Hong Jiu thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, Nangongyu, I will go to Baizhan City to meet Zhang Yunhao, but I have stated in advance that I may not necessarily agree."

"No problem, as long as Mr. Hong is willing to go to the City of Hundred Wars, everything else depends on that kid's good fortune."

Nangongyu was overjoyed and nodded again and again and said: "Yes, no matter whether it is successful or not, you can get a black sum of money from him, just say I borrowed it."

Hong Jiumeng rolled his eyes: "Are you really good to cheat your apprentice like this?"

Nangongyu naturally said, "The master who doesn't cheat his apprentice is not a good master!"

"You..."

The old beggar shook his head. At this moment, he thought of something and asked with bright eyes: "By the way, you just said that your apprentice gave you hundreds of bottles of Dream Wine?"

"Give you a hundred bottles."

Nangongyu said with a heartache: "Make you old drunkard enjoyable."

"Happy, it really is the evil slayer dragon."

The old beggar was overjoyed, and then he thought of something and sighed: "It is estimated that he will not be addicted. This wine is so valuable. It is better to sell it to relieve beggars. Recently, there are more and more beggars."

Nangongyu sighed, admiring Hong Jiu in her heart, and while pouring him wine, she said: "Hey, Hong Lao, let's look at it, this world is like this."

"Shit world!"

Hong Jiu cursed, drank the wine in the glass, and then regretted it a little. This glass of wine can be exchanged for thousands of taels!

Hong Jiu was a believer. He rushed to Baizhan City the next day. Looking at the beggars who kept appearing on the road, Hong Jiu's heart sank. This was just the beginning.

"The Holy Land is immortal, there are more thieves!"

Hong Jiu sighed secretly, but was powerless, so he could only fly away from sight and fly with all his strength.

The speed of the heavens and humans was astonishing, and only two days later, Hong Jiu arrived in the area of ​​Hundred Wars City.

As soon as he reached the area of ​​Hundred Wars City, Hong Jiu felt that he had come to a whole new world, completely different from the outside.

The roads here are paved with rocks in an orderly manner. At the same time, both sides of the roads are filled with various kinds of food, like a golden sea, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Not only that, the farmers in Hundred Wars City are different from the outside, whether it is clothing or temperament, they are full of hope, hope for the future.

"It is said that the Hundred Wars City is well managed, but I never thought it would be so good."

Suddenly, Hong Jiu felt that this trip was the right one. From this wheat field, this farmer, and this road, he knew that Zhang Yunhao was a good city lord and very good city lord.

Hong Jiu fell from the sky and walked while observing the City of Hundred Wars. He nodded repeatedly. At this moment, he found a pavilion in front of him, so he walked over to rest.

The pavilion was already full of people, including farmers, scholars, merchants, and warriors. They were very peaceful and there was no conflict.

"Old man, come and sit here!"

The scholar was very polite. Seeing Hong Jiu coming over, he immediately gave up his seat. After Hong Jiu thanked him, he sat down and asked, "Scholar, where are you from?"

The scholar smiled and said, "Old man, I came from Wuxian City and I am traveling around the world."

Hong Jiu was surprised: "Are you a Confucian?"

The scholar shook his head and said modestly: "It's just an academic scholar, not a Confucian person."

Hong Jiu asked, "That's amazing, scholar, what do you think of this Hundred Wars City?"

The scholar immediately said: "Okay, happy land!"

Hong Jiu was surprised: "Such a high evaluation?"

"This is the truth. Actually, I have been in Hundred Wars City for several days. Compared with other places, Hundred Wars City is really a paradise."

The scholar said with a smile: "Here, you can eat, have a place to live, can you not be bullied, and there can be hope. What is not a happy land?"

Hong Jiu immediately looked at the scholar with admiration, don't look at these few simple, but in the Wuxian Empire, there are not many places to do it!

Hong Jiu turned around and asked several farmers, "A few fellow villagers, can you really get enough to eat?"

A middle-aged farmer with a lot of wrinkles replied slightly cautiously: "If you can eat enough, the city owner will only charge us 30% of the rent!"

Hong Jiu exclaimed: "It's only 30%? It's amazing, many places have received 70% to 80%."

"Our city owner is a good person."

The middle-aged farmer smiled honestly and said: "He not only collects 30% of our rent, but also helps us dredge the water conservancy so that we can have a good harvest."

"Not only does the water conservancy be dredged, the city owner also asks people to teach you how to plant and grant you interest-free loans.

The scholar smiled on the side and said, "The most important thing is that the city lord has spared you from your servitude!"

The peasants nodded their heads and said gratefully: "Yes, yes, the city lord has also spared our corvette!"

"Even **** is exempted? This city owner is terrible."

Hong Jiu sighed that corvee was unpaid labor, which was an extremely heavy burden for farmers!

A warrior on the side laughed: "That is, of course Xiaobawang is incredible."

Hong Jiu also smiled, and continued to ask the farmer before: "My fellow, is anyone bullying you?"

The middle-aged farmer smiled and said: "It used to be there before, but it disappeared after the city lord came."

"Who dare them to bully? At least they will be arrested for hard labor, but at worst they will be killed directly."

The warrior who had spoken before rolled his eyes and said, "What did Xiao Bawang say? By the way, if you want to make money in Lao Tzu's territory, you must abide by Lao Tzu's rules!"

Another warrior nodded: "Yes, the faceless army under Xiao Bawang is cruel and daring to bully the civilians, none of them will end well."

"He is domineering."

Hong Jiu nodded, feeling more and more fond of Zhang Yunhao in his heart.

Thousands of years ago, there were many good city masters like Zhang Yunhao, but now, they are really rare!

Thinking of something, Hong Jiu asked again: "By the way, is there a beggar in the city?"

The scholar shook his head and said, "No, Little Overlord does not allow beggars in the city. See one and catch one."

Hong Jiu frowned: "Seeing one catching one?"

"Don't get me wrong, the old man, the reason why Xiaobawang arrested them is not to let them get something for nothing."

The scholar explained: "The beggars caught will be sent to the silk factory to support themselves. The salary is not low, and there are various benefits. Recently, the house is divided."

"Some beggars don't have the ability to make a living, right?"

"Beggars who are incapable of earning a living will be raised. If they are children, they will teach books and practice martial arts."

Hong Jiu was a little excited: "Let beggars support themselves and raise beggars who cannot make a living? Is this true?"

The scholar obviously misunderstood a little, and said with a smile: "Of course it is true, old man, if you go to the Hundred Wars City, you will definitely enjoy your old age."

Hong Jiu didn't explain, but sighed: "What a good city lord."

A warrior said indifferently, "What's the matter? If I'm as rich as Xiaobawang, I will do the same."

The scholar shook his head: "You can't say that. There are more rich people. How many are willing to help beggars?"

The middle-aged farmer showed off his knowledge: "Our city owner is rich. I heard that the toilet, bed, table, and chair he uses are all made of gold."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Xiaobawang would be **** to death if he heard this sentence.

The middle-aged peasants looked puzzled when they saw this. What are you laughing at? Isn't the furniture used by the city lord made of gold?

Suddenly, a warrior sighed: "Xiao Bawang is indeed a good city lord, but I don't know how long he can be?"

"Let's go ahead and cherish it, let's hurry and get more blood spar."

The other warrior shook his head and took his companions to leave the pavilion.

Several farmers were a little panicked when they heard the words: "Could it be that the city chief transferred away?"

"Little Overlord has managed the Hundred Wars City too prosperous."

The scholar sighed, "If the sheep is fat, the wolf will come naturally."

A few farmers looked confused. They didn't understand what the scholar was saying, and the scholar didn't explain much. He bowed his hands to everyone politely and left.

"Don't worry, the city lord will not be transferred."

Hong Jiu let out a sigh of relief, he had already made a decision in his heart, and then he got up and left the pavilion and headed to the City of Hundred Wars!

The prosperity of Hundred Wars City made Hong Jiu amazed. Soon, he came to the city lord's mansion and said to the guard: "I want to see Zhang Yunhao!"

The guard did not despise Hong Jiu because of his dressing, and asked conscientiously: "Uncle, why do you want to see the city lord? Do you want to stay in the City of Baizhan?"

Hong Jiu said, "Your City Lord invited me to come."

The guard was a little unbelievable: "Our city lord invited you?"

Hong Jiudao: "Yes, your city lord invited me with the heavenly soldiers."

The guard was taken aback for a moment, and then said incredulously, "Heavenly soldiers? Are you always a heavenly man?"

"Not like?"

"Of course it's not like, how can anyone wear patched clothes?"

"Then you want to drive me away?"

"No, you are always waiting here, I will send someone to notify the city lord immediately!"

Hong Jiu was a little curious: "Since you think I am not a celestial being, why do you want to inform Xiaobawang Zhang Yunhao? Aren't you afraid that he blames you?"

"The city lord said that no matter who it is, as long as he says he is a deity, he will be notified immediately. As for the identification of deity, he is personally responsible."

The guard first explained, and then kindly persuaded: "Old man, this is really not a joke."

"Interesting, interesting, go report it!"

Hong Jiu laughed, Zhang Yunhao really reacted differently, and while practicing diligently, he also managed the City of Hundred Wars in an orderly manner.

If the avatar Zhang Yunhao is here, he will definitely roll his eyes. Laozi is in charge of the Hundred Wars City, okay? What else can Zhang Yunhao do besides squeezing Laozi?

"Well, old man, wait a minute!"

The guards stopped persuading too much, and sent someone into the mansion to report. Soon, Zhang Yunhao hurried over. He looked at Hong Jiu up and down, and asked in surprise, "But the life-saving beggar, Senior Hong Jiu?"

Hong Jiu was a little surprised: "Do you recognize me?"

Zhang Yunhao respectfully said: "I don't know, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but my master respects you most. He once said that you are the most benevolent hero in the world!"

"What is righteousness? Just a poor beggar."

Hong Jiu laughed mockingly and said, "Your master asked me to come here for a look, so I am here. I have to say, Xiaobawang, you really surprised me."

"Master asked you to come here to see?"

Zhang Yunhao was very grateful, the master was so kind to him, and he respectfully said: "Senior, please come to the mansion to speak."

"Ok!"

Hong Jiu nodded, and followed Zhang Yunhao into the City Lord's Mansion in strides.

"It's really a god?"

Looking at the two people who left, the guard was dumbfounded. Fortunately, he was not rude, otherwise it would be bad.

The guard secretly sighed: "They all say that the gods have a strange temper. They are not fake. They actually wear patched clothes. Fortunately, the city lord is wise!"