"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" Zhao Hongyuan knelt down repeatedly, shed tears of gratitude, and walked out of the room step by step. The yard was quiet. Zhao Hongyuan didn't straighten his back until he was far away from the wing. He looked at the butler Lin Guiyong hiding in the shadows and quietly raised an index finger. "one?" Lin Guiyong was ecstatic and ran out to pack up his belongings and prepare to run away. The leaves of the two jujube trees in the yard have all fallen off, and the setting sun shines through the gaps between the branches, creating mottled light. He reached out and broke off a dry branch, holding it in his hand and rubbing it repeatedly. Jujube trees are not easy to grow. This is already the fifth year he has planted jujube trees. Unfortunately, he has only eaten jujubes once and will not be able to wait for the second crop next August. Zhao Hongyuan stood in the courtyard and took a deep breath.
Five years ago, he was still a small businessman, running some small businesses with his cleverness. Not to mention becoming rich, his life was much better than that of ordinary people, and he even had extra money to keep a concubine. It all started with the injured old man lying on the roadside, dressed in gorgeous clothes. Out of the mentality of finding a rare commodity, Zhao Hongyuan made up his mind within a few breaths after seeing it. He secretly placed the old man on the carriage and took him back to recuperate. When the old man woke up and informed Zhao Hongyuan of his identity, everything was irreversible. Damn it, Shuimu Cult demon! Zhao Hongyuan regretted it at that time, but now, not only does he not regret it, but he is very happy. If you want to get rich, you can't go crazy. From then on, Shuimu Sect has been secretly providing help so that he can develop and expand his business on the surface. In fact, as a member of Shuimu Sect, he went to Pingyang Town and surrounding villages to raise mountain ghosts and wait for harvest. Rather than choosing Pingyang Town, it is better to say that Pingyang Town's excellent environment attracted Shuimu Sect. More than 20 years of development have made Pingyang Town have a very large population, and since this is a town rather than a county, there is no government obstruction. The second reason is that there are so many mobile martial artists in the martial arts hall. If one or two are missing every month, no one will notice them at all. For example, Lu Shaohui was withdrawn and indifferent, and no one cared about him even after he died. The mountain ghosts raised in such an environment are very strong. All Shuimujiao paid for was a precious plant that could be planted, and when he met a competitor, he secretly used some means to benefit without any expense. Zhao Hongyuan even felt that Shuimu Sect had cultivated many people like him in other places, just like the branches on the jujube tree, densely packed but not intersecting with each other. Five years later, everything went very smoothly. The number of mountain ghosts is increasing, and they can be recycled. When used up, they can be taken away and wait for the next breeding cycle. Zhao Hongyuan's family fortune has also increased dozens of times, with assets spread from small towns to large counties! the only problem is Mr. Zhao doesn’t believe in religion at all!
What kind of Shuimu sect has a nice name and is upright, but it actually believes in the evil mother Shuimu! Disaster water god! It should be called the Ghost Mother Cult! Something that had been violently killed decades ago was a rotten ship that was about to sink! What about Dashun? The sun is booming! Bandits who have committed many evil deeds have a good job, and they can live comfortably in anonymity. But if he is a rebel leader, he will go to the ends of the earth and die! If you really want him to take charge of everything, don't even think about escaping afterward. Unless you follow the Ghost Mother Cult and hide in thousands of miles of swamps for the rest of your life, you will be surrounded by humans and ghosts. You will eat raw fish every day and it will be difficult to buy some soap to wash away the fishy smell. The best thing to do is to squeeze the three nails out of the rotten ship of the Ghost Mother Cult and run away! The opportunity to escape came quickly, it was this blood sacrifice! In the past half month, Lu Shaohui's death, the mountain ghost at the River God Festival, and the den of Fahua Temple. It was Zhao Hongyuan who took the initiative to expose him! The purpose is to make yourself "get into trouble" and make yourself "stupid", so that you can entrust all the blood sacrifice tasks to the envoy of the Ghost Mother Cult. Huang Zejun really agreed, but Zhao Hongyuan would not go to the base camp. Shit, if you go there, you will never come back. You will be a wild dog for the rest of your life. He had already made good connections and took a boat to Huangzhou! Huangzhou is far away from the Jianghuai Zeye and is in the Central Plains. The lingering Ghost Mother Sect is completely helpless. Although there are still many shops that have no time to cash in, two Galloping Horse Realm Fetal Pearl Pills and four thousand-tael silver notes are enough for him to make a comeback! Fortunately, the people taught by the Ghost Mother are stupid enough. Warriors in the Hunting Tiger Realm can live one hundred and twenty years, and reach the level of Xiang even higher, but now sixty years have passed since the fall of Da Qian. It's okay for the older generation to say that they can really live without dying, but the middle generation has long since died, and the veteran Zhenxiang can't help him to run errands. The newborns born after the destruction of the Qian Dynasty became the "backbone", such as Huang Zejun, the envoy above. He has strength, and a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. But he has been hiding on the water island since he was a child. He has never ventured out and never seen the vastness of the world. He has only been nurtured by the old man in the church. The glory of the past has to be accepted, and he has to accept the current mediocrity. I thought my ancestors ate delicious food and drank spicy food, but in fact I ate raw fish and had to be dewormed regularly. After living for a long time, the whole person will be deformed.
Impulsive, arrogant, and incompetent, they are still a bunch of giant babies! Zhao Hongyuan has been struggling for so many years, and it couldn't be easier to deal with him. Huang Zejun has only been here for two days, and he is still thinking of him. casually inserting the branch in his hand into the soil, Zhao Hongyuan called Zheng Xiang and handed him a stack of paper: "Give this to that boy Liang." Zheng Xiang looked horrified. "What are you thinking? If I want to abandon you, I will tell you the matter a few days ago? Didn't you offend him before? So you secretly gave it to him in the name of apology. It's logical. That kid should go to Pingyang Port around dark time. Before going, remember to smear some mountain ghost blood on your body so that he can smell it. After everything is done, you go to Yunjiang Port. I have arranged a boat for you to go to Huahong County. Don't move there, I will go find you. From now on, you and I will go to Huangzhou to eat the popular food and drink! " "master!" Zheng Xiang was moved in his heart. If Zhao Hongyuan didn't tell him, he might have stayed in the house and been liquidated. Zhao Hongyuan didn't lie, he needed manpower to make a comeback. I didn't tell Zheng Xiang before, because too many words will lead to mistakes, and too many deeds will lead to mistakes. Now that I want to leave, of course I have to take my confidants with me. Zheng Xiang is a capable man, and he has "earned" many strong men through hard work. For a long time, he thought that his master was really a good man. As for the note, it was Zhao Hongyuan's final preparation. The only way to avoid being liquidated by Dashun is to minimize the disaster. I can only suffer one more time from the ghost mother’s teachings As night falls, pedestrians on the street walk home in twos and threes. Liang Qu leaned quietly in the middle of the fishing boat, and the bows of the boats collided with each other, making a muffled sound. He saw Zheng Xiang running towards the pier carrying large and small bags, as if he knew in advance when he would come back and was waiting here specially. "Master Liang, we haven't seen you for a long time." Liang Qu didn't go ashore, he held the oar in his hands, straightened his back, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Steward Zheng, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd?" "Master Liang is joking, am I not here to apologize?" "Hey, there's nothing to apologize for, we're not the ones." Just as Liang Qu was about to mock, he saw Zheng Xiang winking and delivering the package. The package is not the key, the key is that he smelled a smell, A smell unique to mountain ghosts. Liang Qu changed the topic and accepted the gift: "If we have any conflicts, let them be in the past." "Okay, okay, Mr. Liang has a lot of them. He is really a handsome man and a talented person." Zheng Xiang was sweating profusely. The matter was about life and death, and his previous cleverness in making both ends meet was gone. He said a few nice words dryly and left quickly. really weird.
It's like an underground party joint. Liang Qu frowned and calmly took the things back to the martial arts hall.
