Best Ascension

Early the next morning, the morning sun rose.

The door of the Requiem Temple suddenly opened wide, and one after another luxurious rune speeding cars came out from behind the door.

Most of the convoy rolled up the dust along the wide and straight official road, scattered and galloped in all directions, but four speeding cars parked at the foot of the mountain, waiting quietly.

Half an hour after the convoy left the temple, a carriage carved with dragons and tigers, and a rune flying car with a cloudy cover slowly drove out of the gate. The two drivers who pulled the car were two feet tall and silver-white hanging eyes. White-fronted tiger.

The two white tigers were majestic and majestic. They raised their heads to the sky and roared fiercely. They kicked the ground with four claws and walked on the wind.

In a blink of an eye, the white tiger dragged the speeding car and dashed down the mountain, running forward along the official road without stopping.

The rune speeder was three feet off the ground like a cloud of smoke, galloping with the wind.

The four speeding cars at the foot of the mountain followed closely without making a sound, but they were gradually pulled further and further away.

The white tiger gallops on the wind,

The incense was wafting in the carriage, and Zhao Sheng was lying lazily on the soft couch, yawning and drowsy.

In a corner of the carriage, Gui Li had a serious face, sitting upright on the carriage seat, looking at Zhao Sheng who was sitting shapelessly from the corner of his eyes, with a ruthless look on his face.

Guili is the Dharma cultivator of the Demon Elimination Hall of the Requiem Temple, a Taoist priest in the mid-stage of Qi Cultivation, and he is the one who is really responsible for eliminating demons and demons during this trip.

Zhao Sheng just came out to be plated with gold, and by the way collected filial piety from various ethnic groups.

"Brother Gui, relax a bit. Don't always put on an old face, and be careful not to find your Taoist partner!" Zhao Sheng rubbed his eyelids, and suddenly said teasingly.

"Sambo, if you continue to mess around like this, you will definitely achieve nothing when you grow up. Uncle Bao'an really dotes on you too much. It's a waste of your talent to let you act recklessly again and again. You are so stupid!" Gui Li Although his words were cold and harsh, his expression was filled with grief.

"Hee hee, senior brother, you don't need to worry about it. I am extremely intelligent and savvy, so I don't need to work hard at all. It's just a mere foundation-building realm, and I can easily capture it. Even if those little brats in the Taoist hall work day and night without sleep Practicing is not as good as my little master's one finger." Zhao Sheng said casually.

What he said was the truth, but Gui Li didn't believe a word.

"Hmph, you are arrogant, you will suffer a lot in the future!" Gui Li turned cold and scolded.

Zhao Sheng didn't seem to hear it, and still had a playful smile on his face.

Seeing this situation, Guili simply closed his eyes and practiced his kung fu, ignoring this lazy bastard whose mud can't support the wall.

The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Sheng restrained his smile, sat upright, and opened the curtains of the car.

As the curtains were removed, a large area of ​​golden wheat fields suddenly came into view.

The speeding car is galloping, and the scenery along the way is swept away at a high speed.

As you can see along the way, the wheat fields are boundless, extending to the end of the field of vision, and there are faintly visible canals beside the road in the field.

The wind blows the wheat waves, and the ears of wheat lie low, revealing farmers in sackcloth and straw hats in the field.

Zhao Sheng looked around, nodded and smiled slightly. Most of the peasants in the field had rosy complexions and fleshy cheeks. It was obvious that they had enough food to fill their stomachs on weekdays.

Not long after, there were many vegetable fields and medicine fields in the middle of the wheat fields.

The two days gradually rose to the sky, and the sun was scorching hot, scorching the earth.

Along the way, dilapidated and filthy farms and villages were left behind by the speeding car, and occasionally a brick walled dock appeared in Zhao Sheng's sight.

Just after noon, the White Tiger Speeding Car had traveled more than [-] miles.

Zhao Sheng looked outside with piercing eyes, and the scenery outside was quite different from the beginning.

In the wheat fields beside the road, the ears of wheat were thin and sparse, and the soil in the fields was broken and cracked. The farmers working in the fields were all yellow and thin, weak, their faces were numb, and they were almost lifeless.

Suddenly, Zhao Sheng pointed to the outside and asked: "Brother Gui, is this field property of the temple? Why is it so careless?"

Gui Li glanced outside, his tone was flat: "The field boundary in the temple has just passed. This field is not the property of the temple, but the Wu family's."

"Oh, no wonder everyone who works in the field is skinny, so they are tenants of Wu Papi's family!" Zhao Sheng said with a smile.

"Sambo, you have nothing to say, aren't you afraid that the scripture master will be unhappy and punish you on purpose?" Gui Li frowned and said in a reproachful tone.

"Hee hee, there are only the two of us here, will senior brother report to the main scripture?" Zhao Sheng's rhetorical question left Gui Li speechless.

Guili is Bao'an's confidant, and it is impossible for him to "surrender to the enemy" and blew himself up.

There are quite a few hills in the Requiem Temple, among which the temple priest Bao'an is the largest, followed by the scripture master Wu Changyong and his group.

Wu Changyong and his group are the face of the local family in Hufeng County, and they are also representatives of their interests.

But Bao'an is a powerful foreign dragon specially dispatched by the temple. Of course, the two big mountains are secretly fighting for power and profit.

But because Bao'an is a high-level person in the foundation-building realm, not to mention his strength, he is also black-bellied and ruthless, but he has righteousness in his hands, so he suppressed all objections with only one person's power, and ruled the local aristocratic family obediently.

We must know that the Requiem Temple is the "uncrowned king" of a county. There are many industries in the temple with a large scale, and the annual output is huge, which is hard for outsiders to imagine.

Just to mention one thing, from leaving the temple gate in the morning to noon, the journey is [-] miles long, and the fields, mountains, forests, rivers and lakes along the way are all the property of the Requiem Temple.

In terms of land property alone, the number of acres in the field book in the temple exceeds one million acres, and the area of ​​fertile land accounts for nearly half of Hufeng County.

However, land property is only an unremarkable item in the Requiem Temple industry, and the output of any spiritual fields and spiritual mines related to cultivating immortals is the main source of profit.

You can imagine the lucrative profits involved!

The speed of the speeding car is fast, and within a short while, tens of miles have passed.

At this time, a densely populated, busy, ancient city with towering walls suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Sheng.

However, the speeding car didn't stop for a moment, quickly passed around the city, and continued to fly into the distance along the official road.

When the small sunset in the double day, the sky is slightly darker, and the sun is no longer so hot.

The two white tigers panted heavily, spraying hot white mist from their mouths, and quickly stopped the gallop, and finally stopped in front of a huge manor with blue bricks and red tiles, antique flavor, and many pavilions.

Just as Zhao Sheng and Gui Li got out of the car, a group of middle-aged and elderly people with gorgeous clothes and good looks rushed forward.

After a while, the four speeding cars rushed here from afar.

Four half-sized teenagers jumped out of the car, each followed by a middle-aged man.

They didn't even dare to complain, they only smiled at each other, and then surrounded Zhao Sheng into the manor.

At night, in a tall building in the depths of the manor, the lights are bright, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard. In the open space in front of the banquet, all the slim beauties are swaying and singing with moving voices.
The atmosphere at the banquet was warm, everyone was smiling and courteous, and the voices of praise and compliments were endless, and the banquet seemed to reach its climax.

Zhao Sheng and Gui Li were undoubtedly sitting on the chair, and the other four Taoist boys and Dharma protector Wu Zong only took the second seat.

Zhao Sheng was not in high spirits, his right hand was resting on his cheek, his eyes were glazed over, and he would not respond to compliments from others, as if his heart was no longer here.

At this time, a round-faced Taoist boy in the second seat secretly winked at the owner, and quietly made a few gestures with his hands.

Seeing this, the head of the Zou family suddenly realized, clapped his hands quickly, the singing and dancing during the banquet stopped immediately, and waved again, the dancers immediately bowed and retreated silently.

The Patriarch of the Zou family showed a smile on his face, and said loudly to Zhao Sheng: "The wine in the countryside is low, the singing and dancing are simple, and the young master of Wanwangbao is Haihan. When the old man learned that the young master came to the village, he specially prepared a corpse fight scene, in order to gain a better understanding. Everyone smiles."

As soon as they talked about wrestling, the crowd got excited, and a chubby young Daoist immediately stood up and shouted: "Since it's a wrestling show, it must have a lot of money to be enjoyable! Otherwise, no one would want to watch it!"

"That's right, Junior Brother Fang is right! Why don't we let old Patriarch Zou sit in the manor, let both sides of the wrestling game play first, how about I make a bet later?"

"Brother Sanbao, what do you think? Last time you won a lot from me, this time I want to win back with profit."

Zhao Sheng put down his right hand, looked at Xi Jian's eyes with different meanings, and suddenly grinned, "Okay! My Daoist always wins every gamble, and this one will definitely kill the world, and I will have a good time winning. Old man Zou, hurry up and let people know." Let's play."

Seeing this, Patriarch Zou clapped his hands lightly, and groups of servants in green clothes came out one after another, removed the banquet skillfully, and served tea and snacks.

At the same time, with the sound of chains mopping the floor, two groups of people came in one after another from outside the building.

A group of them pushed a thin boy with a wooden shackle around his neck, his arms tied behind his back, and a pair of thick iron chains on his feet.

Another group of people carried a pagoda tree coffin, and there were ear-piercing scratching sounds from the coffin.

Seeing this posture, Zhao Sheng knew it.The fighting scene that follows is exactly the deadly fight with human corpses that was very popular in Da Gu Dynasty.

The result of a deathmatch is either that people are devoured by zombies, or that zombies are torn apart by people.

When the lid of the coffin was lifted, a nine-foot-tall, white-haired zombie stood up straight from the coffin, with blood-red eyes full of resentment.

This corpse is a walking corpse with white hair, and its physical strength is by no means inferior to that of a first-class martial arts expert.

Seeing this, a noodle boy couldn't help laughing: "Haha! This is clearly giving money to the young men! Come on, what's the bet? I will beat the living corpse!"

Seeing this scene, other people also nodded, very satisfied with the knowledge of the Zou family.

Zhao Sheng frowned and then loosened, and immediately shook his head greatly, "Not good, very bad! What I want to see is a close match, what's so good about being torn apart after a face-to-face, change someone else!"

"This..." Patriarch Zou pondered for a while, seeing the look from his grandson's envoy, he felt certain in his heart, smiled and nodded, raised his hand and patted lightly.

The skinny boy was about to be dragged down.

However, at this moment, he suddenly struggled hard, his face was full of anxiety, and his mouth made a whining sound.

Ok?
Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he ordered: "Take off his gag, and listen to what he has to say?"

Without waiting for the master's order, someone next to him obediently removed the wooden core that was stuffed in.

The thin young man coughed a few times, and with a stubborn face, he shouted at the Zou family: "Your words don't count. You said that you want me to fight a game, and no matter what the result is, you will be exempted from the usury debts owed by my family.

If I win, there is still 100 taels of silver to take.My sister is still waiting for me to redeem it!Your words don't count!I can fight, I can fight! "

"Haha, it's interesting! A bitch is so affectionate and righteous. It's better to let him play, lest people say that our words don't count."

"That's reasonable! But I don't know what Brother Bao wants?"

Seeing everyone looking over, Zhao Sheng showed a hint of anger on his face, and said impatiently: "You guys are endless! What the young master said doesn't work anymore, does it? Isn't it just 100 taels of silver, the young master is happy today, reward Already!"

As he spoke, he took out his pocket, but suddenly it was empty.

But in the next second, Zhao Sheng was full of arrogance, pulled out a handful of yellow paper talismans, and deliberately showed off: "I don't have any money in my hand, but I have plenty of talismans. One piece is 100 taels, and it's only for today. If it's out of date, don't change it. want to!"

"I want!"

"I want!"

"I also want!"

Seeing that everyone raised their hands enthusiastically, Patriarch Zou signaled his clansmen not to join in the fun, coughed, and said in a low voice: "Ahem, I want to change some too. But it's not at 100 taels, but at the market price. Let Master Bao suffer."

Zhao Shenghui casually threw the talismans all over half of the table.

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said nonchalantly: "The old man has a good eye, you can figure it out! But don't lose that kid. The young master just likes him."

"Young Master, don't worry! I'm sorry." After finishing speaking, Patriarch Zou gave the people a wink.

The servant hurried forward with a smile on his face, and pulled the boy out.The skinny young man was quite clever seeing this clear appearance, but he didn't say a word, but the moment he walked out the door, he turned his head and glanced at Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about this person's gaze.

After this small episode, the Zou family sent another middle-aged man with a strong build and two swords.

Everyone quickly placed their bets, and a deadly battle broke out immediately.

The middle-aged man is strong and strong, with at least 30 years of internal energy and rich practical experience.

Facing the white-haired walking corpse who is not afraid of death, this person ran around the field and did not fight recklessly.

His tactics are completely correct, and the protagonists of Naihe watching the battle are a few impatient minors.

When he first fell into Youdou, he was constantly teased and urged.

However, under Patriarch Zou's suggestion, the middle-aged man had no choice but to give up his previous tactics and take the initiative to fight the walking corpse face to face.

In an instant, blood flew around, the corpse roared and knives screamed, the middle-aged man was covered with cuts and bruises all over his body, the wound turned black, black air faintly spread on his face, it was obvious that the poison of the corpse was deeply planted.

When the arm of the walking corpse was cut off, the middle-aged man with the knife suddenly fell limply to the ground, and the ending seemed to be a dead body.

"Next, hurry up!" Seeing this, the Taoist boys were not only not afraid, but blushed with excitement, eagerly and excitedly urging loudly.

Next, three more people played in succession, but they were all torn apart by the living corpses.

It wasn't until a young master of the Zou family's direct descendant in his twenties appeared on the stage that the living corpse was decapitated with a single sword.

The teenagers won a lot of money, but the Zou family paid the bet on the spot without even frowning.

Of course, there is no real loser in this game from beginning to end.Those who really lost were never looked down upon by everyone in the hall.