Everyone else has left, but the people around him are staring at these bumpkins from remote places. Many of them are eager to try, and it seems that they want to make some friends and earn some popularity.
Tang Qing was not interested in these, which prevented Shuang’er from reopening. After asking someone for directions at will, she led the people towards the main peak of Lion Camel Ridge.
"What are we doing, brother Tang? Very profitable! " Shuang’er is a little frustrated that he can’t show his talent, and his mouth is full of talk.
"Of course, you have to earn money. My brother will take you to the big ticket!"
After settling down to eat, Tang Qing picked up Shuang’er and said with a smile, "Let the Lao Song family pay some interest. After this point, there are not many opportunities. "
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Chapter five hundred and fifty-nine: Huge gambling
The second volume Father and son travel] Chapter five hundred and fifty-nine: huge gambling-
Chapter five hundred and fifty-nine: Huge gambling
Everything returns to spring, and spring is the beginning of a year, and it is also the season that determines the luck of a year.
Of course, this refers to the world of mortals.
For most mortals, the existence of monks can’t bring them more happiness. Except for talking when bored, mortals don’t expect much from the practitioners.
The mortal residents around Tianducheng are different from other places. The first difference is that the weather here has always been good, and almost no natural disasters have been heard.
Of course, natural disasters can’t be completely absent. However, whenever there are droughts, storms, floods, etc., the Long family will gather many fairy monks and force a change of luck to keep this harmony.
Over time, people have formed the concept that as long as the surname of the dragon is in power, it means conforming to God’s will, which means good luck, and it also means that people’s lives are worry-free. Therefore, the mortals in Chena have a deep gratitude to the monks, especially the monks named Long.
Good weather means abundant crops, food and clothing, and everything. For the people in the vicinity of Beijing, being able to live happily and peacefully depends on the contribution of monks, which is the guarantee they can rely on.
This year, for example, a drought could have been foreseen. At the beginning of the year, the royal family sacrificed to heaven, which attracted more than 10,000 monks to cast spells at the same time, causing God to rain heavily for three days in a row. The people’s life and production have been guaranteed, and they have more love for the Long Dynasty. It can be said that the monarch and the people work together to create a better life.
Within the Wan Li of Kyoto, all kinds of agricultural products are in full bloom, and colorful flowers are dotted among them, which is a thriving scene.
It’s quite different here.
More than a dozen ridges of vegetable fields are like travelers dying of hunger and thirst in the desert, lying on the ground limply, trying to swallow the dry air. The vegetable crops planted on it are dying, and a few withered leaves stick to the ground softly, as if they had rickets. Occasionally, young plants stubbornly gave birth to a few yellow flowers, which also hung down the old man’s face, wrinkled and shriveled, full of death.
Strangely, there is a lush wheat field not far away. Not only did they not see the slightest decline, but they also grew up as high as cedar, and their prestige swept by, and the wheat fields made a loud noise, as if they were laughing at them struggling to survive beside them.
An old farmer stood quietly in the middle with a spatula. On the left was a decaying death, and on the right was a towering vitality, keeping silent …
Looking at its power, I’m afraid I’ll be above the middle stage of Yuanying. Whistling like a sharp arrow, it rushed to this field at an extremely fast speed. However, as we approached, the light-escaping slowed down, and even the momentum disappeared without a trace, as if a light leaf was falling from the air and quietly fell behind the old farmer.
The bearer is a well-dressed middle-aged man with a slightly chubby figure, which adds a bit of happiness to his dignified face. After landing, the middle-aged man didn’t make any noise, just stood respectfully behind the old farmer and waited silently.
The breath of spring should be warm and quiet, but this year’s weather is quite strange. By March, the air has already shown impatience. A red sun hung high in the sky, as if eager to declare its majesty, like the heat of fire splashing on the earth, baking hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers.
The old farmer held a spatula in one hand and his knees in the other, and his figure was slightly hunched, as if he had a rest because of fatigue. It seems that his eyes can be divided into two parts, and he looks at the scene on both sides at the same time. There seems to be sadness in the eyes, joy and confusion, and sometimes there is a flash of understanding, which is difficult to understand.
He ignored the people behind him, so he kept watching, feeling and thinking. If it is not if there is a strange smell on it, it will make people feel that this is simply a statue.
The well-dressed man didn’t make any noise, so they stood in silence, speechless between the sunny fields.
For a long time, the well-dressed man’s face was looming, his face twitched slightly, and he wanted to open his lips several times, but he still didn’t make any noise. The sound of the wheat fields around them is louder, and it seems that their mocking objects have shifted, making fun of this distinguished person.
After a long time, the well-dressed man’s forehead was already sweating, and he couldn’t stand it. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the old farmer sigh and say, "There you are."
The old farmer’s voice sounds strange, like a clear spring, crisp and smooth, but it contains a few noises. It sounds like a sword rubbing against the water, disturbing the silence of a curtain.
The man was stunned, and then his face was full of surprises. He tried to suppress the inner agitation and bowed down and said, "Grandson, visit the bodhi old zu."
The old farmer slowly stood up straight, his left hand on his knee went around behind him, and he hammered his back with some soreness. Shouted, "Where, who and what?"
At this time, the meaning of stone in his voice is less, but the meaning of clarity and smoothness is also reduced a lot. It seems that the mountain spring is polluted by muddy water, adding a muddy taste.
"When Tang Qing arrived at Lion Camel Ridge, there was a conflict with the ghost Zongqin Tai. Qin Tai bowed down on the spot and apologized. He was almost forced to death by Tang Qing and was taken away by the Dragon Family for disposal."
Well-dressed men will tell you at first, and when they see that the bodhi old zu didn’t speak, they will go through the details again. Including the appearance of the master of three changes, etc., it is like witnessing it with your own eyes.
The old man listened quietly without interrupting. When the man finished speaking, the old man was silent for a moment and asked, "Is there any news in the south?"
The man’s body trembled, as if he thought of something bad, and he bowed down and replied, "It’s all right, leaving some interrupted clues, and there is no problem at all."
"People have come back?" The old man asked again.
"They are already in the clan, and the grandchildren left them behind without contact with anyone." The man replied.
"Ask more clearly and dispose of it after confirming that there is no tail left."
The old man sighed, as if he was sad about the disappearance of something. After a pause, he added, "Be careful. If necessary, it’s okay to search for the soul."
The man’s body trembled again and quickly replied: "Yes, the grandson understands."
Seeing that the old man didn’t speak, the man hesitated and tentatively asked, "Is there anything that Tang Qing needs to do …"
The old man didn’t answer, and some labored half turned around, facing the decaying and dry land, with deep eyes.
After a while, the old man raised his hand and pointed to a few yellow flowers struggling to survive, as if casually asking, "Do you think these flowers can live here?"
The man looked at each other blankly, didn’t understand what the old man meant, and hesitated after half a ring: "If you don’t give water, you can’t live."
"Yes! If water is not applied, the flower will die. "
The old man sighed lightly and suddenly pointed to several rattan-like creatures on the other side. He said with emotion, "But it is the same land, and there is no drop of rain. This seabuckthorn is growing well and has a tendency to take root. Why?"
Men are even more at a loss, thinking that they are different habits, one likes wet and the other likes dry land, so what can be particular about it? It is completely natural.
Without waiting for his answer, the old man went on: "This land was deliberately built by the old lady to cover the rain. There is no other land in Wan Li that is so dry. Therefore, within Wan Li, it is heterogeneous and variable. "
Looking up at the cloudless sky in Wan Li, the old man added, "However, there was no rain in the sky, and the heavy rain in those three days was just a trick of deceiving the sky. In this way, this land is in line with heaven, and it is also the only place in Wan Li that conforms to heaven. "
When the man listened, he seemed to understand something, but he didn’t seem to understand anything, so he couldn’t help feeling in a trance.
The old man didn’t look at him, but he knew what he was thinking. He said with emotion, "From the surrounding, those seabuckthorn plants are not suitable for the growth here, and they are different. However, if we look at it as a whole and look down from the sky, it is the only thing in Wan Li that should survive. "
The man’s look is more confused, and there is a struggle in his eyes. It seems that he is psychedelic in a foreign world and cannot extricate himself.
This situation is extremely dangerous, just like Tang Qing at the beginning, and it is easy to attract some kind of heart trouble. If left unchecked, it is also possible to sink.
"Don’t think about it, your realm has not arrived, and it is useless to think too much."
The old man’s voice became deep, like a huge drum ringing, which awakened the man from his loss.
The man’s body suddenly trembled, and his face was as white as paper, with an uncontrollable fear. Its whole body, it has been soaked with sweat.
Struggling to suppress his inner horror, the man looked ashamed and bowed down and said, "Thank you for your advice, grandson’s qualifications are limited, which makes you disappointed."
"alas!"
The old man sighed for a long time, with a sense of loss in his tone, and muttered to himself, "I can’t talk about disappointment. In my Song family, no one has been able to enter the way of deification since ancient times. Of all the householders of past dynasties, you are quite good. Even compared with the old man, he won. For thousands of years, the Song family has boasted that it is rich as an enemy, but it has always been limited by cultivation and cannot really dominate its own destiny. It is really sad. "
Hearing this, the man’s face was sad and helpless, but he couldn’t say anything to comfort the bodhi old zu. He could only bow his head in silence.
As the old man said, the Song family has money, but the cultivation of monks in the family is always not high. I don’t know if it is jealous by heaven. Any Song clan member is extremely talented in making profits in business. However, when it comes to cultivation, there hasn’t been a deity for thousands of years. It can be said that even the immortals can’t speak reason and are extremely humbled.
With the wealth of the Song family, in order to truly stand in the forest of the strong, and to truly stand upright among the major forces, it is essential to turn Godsworn. For thousands of years, all hopeful children have accumulated countless resources, hoping that someone can break the bottleneck.

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