Chapter 3: Five years of waiting for the golden finger
"I have a distant cousin named Qin Ming. He is extremely talented and handsome. He has been related to me since childhood. He is a disciple of Ziyang Clan outside Qingkui City. I heard that he is only twenty years old.
At one year old, he has already opened up a sea of suffering in his body." Zhao Ziyu said: "This time he came back because he wanted me to go to Ziyangmen with him and become a Taoist partner with him to practice together."
"This is a good thing." Zhao Wuji heard this and glanced at Zhao Ziyu: "I dare not say that I have extraordinary talents. After all, I only opened up the sea of suffering at the age of twenty-one... But you are extraordinary in appearance. I will never forget you after entering the immortal gate. Okay.
It can be seen that he is very interested in you, why are you worried?"
Zhao Ziyu paused for a while before speaking: "He is not my type, and besides, I don't want to practice. Everyone has their own ambitions in life, and a dull life is what I want."
"It's not that you don't want to practice, you just don't like him." Zhao Wuji finally heard the implication of this little girl's words, and smiled lazily: "I can promise you to pretend to be your crush, so that maybe he can be attracted to you.
No more illusions."
"Really? Jun Wu is joking!" Hearing this, Zhao Ziyu seemed to be waiting for Zhao Wuji to say this!
This made Zhao Wuji feel like he was being plotted against by this little girl! He blinked his eyes without reacting!
There was a pause.
"You are not joking..." Zhao Wuji murmured: "But I also have conditions."
"What are the conditions? Tell me." Zhao Ziyu.
In fact, no matter what the conditions are, she will agree without hesitation. Because her fiancé's cousin is a monk, no one in the huge Qingkui City has ever dared to approach her. Now it's not easy for someone to be willing to be this cannon fodder! How can we let go? "I have to add more money." Zhao Wuji stopped his movements and looked at Zhao Ziyu for a long time to hold back three words.
Although most trading markets in Zhetian use Yuan as the currency of circulation, ordinary people in this country still use three basic currencies: copper, silver, and gold.
And if he wants to get out of the Yan Kingdom, he can't do it without gold coins. The Yan Kingdom is very big, and he needs money wherever he wants to get out of the border. Even though he has saved up for five years, he still feels that it will not be enough.
"..." Zhao Ziyu was a little embarrassed, that's it? She thought there would be any excessive conditions, and paused: "It doesn't matter how much money you have! Then it's a deal! You can't go back on it!"
"Love comes out of your own free will, you have no regrets, and if you have enough money, you can talk about anything." Zhao Wuji said boldly: "I also want to meet your cousin who is a monk, and see the true appearance of monks in this world."<
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"Well, it may be life-threatening. Are you sure you don't regret it?" Zhao Ziyu may have had some guilt in his conscience. At this time, he looked at Zhao Wuji and said again: "My cousin is a monk, and as an ordinary person, he offended a monk.
Most unwise."
"A monk can do whatever he wants?" Zhao Wuji retorted and looked at Zhao Ziyu, and immediately said with great enthusiasm: "I don't believe how strong he can be in the realm of the sea of suffering. He will use his power to rob anyone he likes.
I don’t like it the most, so don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
As Zao Wuji who has read the novel "Zhetian", let alone the realm of the sea of suffering, I think he would not be surprised even if he saw the emperor.
After all, he grew up watching Ye Fan, conquering the ancient road in the starry sky, and confronting the masters of various restricted areas. As an unqualified time traveler, Zhao Wuji, even without a golden finger, already had a certain subconscious in his heart.
It’s the so-called pattern and vision!
……
After accepting Miss Zhao's commission, Zhao Wuji did not go to the Zhao family's residence immediately, but stayed at Chunyang Tower because the cousin only arrived in Qingkui City five days later.
Moreover, people from the other two major Qingkui City forces will come to support them. After all, having monks patronizing this small town is the glory of this town.
"You ignorant little thing, did you really accept the commission from Miss Zhao?" Sister Shiliu appeared in the room, and said to Zhao Wuji with a hatred of iron and steel: "Do you know that monks are ordinary to us?
What do people mean? Those are all gods!"
"I know." Zhao Wuji said lazily: "But the bitter sea monk is just average. I will be fine. Only when you reach the life spring realm can you evolve various magical powers. That cousin is at most stronger than ordinary people.
I can’t afford to make any big waves.”
"Even if the bitter sea monk cannot use his magical powers and can only break stones with one punch, it is enough to crush the bones of ordinary people." Sister Shiliu said: "No, otherwise you should leave Qingkui City overnight."
While talking, Sister Shiliu also handed a package to Zhao Wuji: "There are a few sets of clothes in it, and there is also a memory card, so you are ready for anything."
Zhao Wuji looked at this old lady who had taken good care of him for five years, and he was quite touched at this moment, but he did not agree.
There was a pause.
"Since you have made a promise, you must be responsible. Sister Pomegranate, you value love and righteousness. You don't want me, your godbrother, to watch that innocent little girl marry someone she doesn't like, right?" Zhao Wuji smiled.
Tanshou: "I think as a woman, you must marry love in this life, and so do you, sister~"
"It's up to you." Seeing Zhao Wuji's dismissive and dismissive look, Sister Shiliu rolled her eyes. She knew that there was nothing she could do to persuade her: "It doesn't matter if you don't leave, then Sister will wait to collect your body! Then!
Bury you next to my Chunyang Tower and accompany your sister to die alone."
"I..." Zhao Wuji was speechless, what a cruel woman!
……
Dead of night.
After Sister Shiliu left, Zhao Wuji rested his head on his hands, looked at the shaking ceiling, and slowly fell into deep thought seriously.
A long time.
Clang, clang, creak, creak——!
There is still noise upstairs.
Zhao Wuji couldn't bear it anymore and there was no need to bear it anymore.
"Brother upstairs, what did you eat today? It's been three hours, and you can really handle it!"
"I just got the elixir of desire from the black market at a high price! The brother downstairs is so sorry! I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight!"
"Okay... it doesn't matter. I'll just have nothing to do tonight and listen to music downstairs. You continue." Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly and then stuffed two pieces of cotton into his ears.
Ding!
However, just as he was about to fall asleep, a strange voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
What the hell?
Zhao Wuji opened his eyes suddenly, thinking that his golden finger was finally going to appear. He tried to close his eyes and wanted to feel it again, but there was nothing.
"Your uncle." Zhao Wuji raised a very polite middle finger to the sky outside the window.
Boom!
Just when he was about to fall asleep again, there was another thud in his head! He was so frightened that he sat up immediately!
He closed his eyes and saw clearly this time. The moment he closed his eyes, a giant ancient clock appeared in the dark world!
The bell is bronze in color, and there are green light divine patterns flowing around it, which is very strange. There is an ancient scroll next to it.
"This object is called the Moonlight Treasure Bell. The bell rings once every ten years. If you can complete the task of the Heavenly Scroll before the next bell rings within ten years, you will be fine and receive a reward. Otherwise, you will be doomed and completely destroyed." Zhao Wuji
Looking at the scroll and muttering to himself, his face turned green in the end, because his next mission was clearly written in the lower left corner of the scroll: "Zhetian World, Taihuang Calendar, 744 years after the death of the Taihuang, there is no great emperor in the human race, mission
:It is necessary to put down the dark turmoil in the world..."