Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

What are you going to see with the king?

Chu Mo had no plans. The other party was just a blank piece of paper. He didn't need him to render anything himself.

This world is not clean at first, and as long as you walk on it, you will stain yourself.

Among the spreading mountains, there is a small mountain village with a population of at most twenty or thirty.

Most of them are old people, and there are still a few children. The young and strong youth have traveled to the big cities for life.

In this world where monsters are rampant, living in such a small village will die sooner or later.

Even if you do n’t encounter monsters or natural disasters, you may starve to death.

But Wang Quanfugui does not understand this.

Chu Mo stepped into the entrance of the village and looked from afar. There were several paddy fields by the village, and several elderly people were working hard to transplant rice seedlings.

Wang Quanfugui's eyes flickered, and the light was called envy.

"Hehe ..." Chu Mo sees everything in his eyes, envious of them? Envious of the plain days?

Helplessly shook his head, they said nothing.

"Grandpa, look, the village is coming ..." Several small dolls playing around the big banyan tree finally found Chu Mo.

Pointing at Chu Mo with a childish little finger, he said to an old man sitting on a recliner.

The old man narrowed his eyes to the entrance of the village and stood up suddenly.

Just because Chu Mo and Wang Fufu were wearing robes. One gray, one yellow.

The old man is also well-informed, recognizing that the yellow one is the robes of Yi Dao League.

"I don't know if the two leaders are coming, please forgive me, forgive me. I am the village chief."

The old man greeted him quickly and his tone was very polite.

Chu Mo didn't speak, and Wang Quanfugui stepped forward to chat with the elderly, and took a day in this village to discuss a meal.

Soon, Chu Mo and the two were invited to the only brick house in the village.

The furnishings in the room are simple, with only one earth bed and a rough table and bench.

There is only dry straw on the bed, which makes it uncomfortable to sit on.

"How do you feel?" Chu Mo asked only when the village head nodded and left.

Wang Quanfugui was very excited to chat with ordinary people for the first time for so long.

When he saw Chu Mo asking questions, he couldn't help but smiled, "Very rustic style, people in this village are very enthusiastic."

"Do you think it's passion?" Chu Mo smiled faintly.

"Isn't it?" Wang Quanfu Gui was surprised, a little confused.

When he first entered the village, the head of the village came with the villagers to greet him, and he gave up the best house in the village.

"Then you will take a closer look." Chu Mo chuckled lightly, without breaking, and crossed his knees on the bed and began to practice.

The course of running the Eight-Nine Xuan Gong, after just two cycles, the door of the room was knocked again.

"Boom!"

"Old man, come in." Following Chu Mo's time, there were a lot more words about Wang Quan's wealth.

The old village chief pushed the door in again and grabbed a basket with a few eggs in it, two small dishes and several buns.

Wang Quanfugui remembered Chu Mo's words and specially observed the look of the old village chief.

It seems a bit bitter and unpleasant.

But soon, the old village chief's face burst into a bright smile, and said urgently: "The village is poor and sour, there is nothing good to attract the two directors, please ask the director to be there."

The old village head put the basket on the table and lowered his head, for fear of being punished.

"Old man, it's okay, this is already good." Wang Quanfugui seemed to understand, a little uncomfortable, and sent the old village head out.

"call……"

The head of the old village came out of the house, and he let out a long sigh of relief before turning his head to look. His face was full of disgust. "Huh, I came here this time with a little conscience."

"Master, why is this?" Wang Quanfugui looked at the two dishes of vegetables on the table, and a few eggs, and he lost his appetite.

It's not that he only eats the flavors of mountains and seas, but that the old village head seems to hate and hate him.

"Because they are afraid of you, or that you are afraid of this dog skin."

Chu Mo said lightly that he had picked up an egg with ease and ate it comfortably.

"No need to answer you for the teacher, you will understand sooner or later."

After eating casually, Chu Mo began to practice again.

Although he can directly exchange skills from the system, he still needs to familiarize himself with the proficiency and application of a method.

Otherwise, there is power in the air, and it is not good.

It wasn't until the evening when the stars on the horizon were a little bit, and Chu Mo's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Wang Quanfugui is practicing sword in the yard.

Although it was outside, the king and the rich were indeed hard-working.

"Wealthy." Chu Mo called out lightly.

"Master, the disciple is here." Wen Yan, Wang Quanfugui put away his sword, his forehead covered with fine sweat, struck his panting chest, and walked respectfully to Chu Mo.

"Master, is there anything wrong?"

"A few colleagues came outside, you pick it up yourself." Chu Mo said mysteriously.

Although he is practicing, he still perceives the movement of the whole village.

After all, when people are outside, it is still a good idea to be careful.

Wang Quanfu nodded, and didn't feel anything wrong, so he turned around and walked away.

As soon as he left the yard, he saw the village entrance and stopped two flying swords. Two monks in yellow robes stood on top of them, and they were talking aloud.

"Huh, I'm responsible for protecting the safety of the thousands of miles around here. You serve a little money every month. Isn't that what it should be?"

"Uncle, as long as I have something like this, you guys shout, do you want to die!"

It was a middle-aged Taoist who spoke, and had a small moustache.

"No, no, Chief Tao, the village is really poor. We ... we can't afford so much money. If we really get together, the people in the village would not have eaten the winter."

The old village head stood in front of the crowd, begging bitterly.

"Huh, you haven't eaten for the winter, care about the uncle. What do you do, uncle, I kill the demon to protect you, and I have a good taste."

The middle-aged Taoist was angry, he was the one who had just been assigned to the Yidao League.

Unexpectedly, the people he manages are in such a backcountry and nowhere.

Today, when I went out to patrol, I just found such a small village. Of course, I would come to fight the autumn wind.

Anyway, when the world is in trouble now, what is it that a village starves to death?

With that said, the middle-aged Taoist prince came down from the flying sword, waved his hand, and the fairy sword was sheathed.

So he swaggered towards the village, preparing to see for himself what was worth taking away.

"Huh? This younger brother, dare to ask where is Yi Dao League?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest just took two steps, and found out that Wang Quanfugui, hesitated, then asked with a fist, the tone should be more polite.

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