Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 511: Entering Again - Biyou Village [Ling]

"Feng Qin of the Tang Sect is the first disciple to learn Dan Xue in a hundred years. I heard that before you learned it, the Tang Sect Dan Xue was still a lost art."

When Hei Guaner saw Feng Qin, his eyes were filled with surprise.

This person is so famous.

It can be said that he is the most famous person in the circle of extraordinary people now, followed by Zhang Chulan.

The latter was brought to the top by relying on the fame of Tianshi Mansion and the Eight Wonders. In everyone's eyes, he is like a traffic star who became popular through variety shows. People will pay some attention to him, but they will look at him with disdain when they mention him.

The former forcibly tore a hole in the circle of extraordinary people, learned Dan Shi and won the second place in Luotian Dajiao, and also participated in the battle of Yuzhulin. Everyone knows that without him, the Yuanxiang Sect can be said to have been really destroyed.

With so many levels of glory gathered in one body, Lao Meng shifted his gaze away from Chen Duo and revealed the same look of horror.

"For such a famous person to work as a temporary worker, Huabei is really... No, Huabei?"

Old Meng scratched his head in confusion.

His acting skills were almost impeccable. Feng Qin couldn't tell with his five senses whether he really realized it halfway through speaking or he really realized it and was just pretending.

Xiao Zizai's eyes never left Feng Qin's face.

"I recognize you, the one who ruined the delicious food."

"Please be merciful, we are a family."

Feng Qin clasped his hands together and begged Xiao Zizai not to lose his temper at this time.

"Oh? You two have known each other for a long time."

Clarinet looked at Xiao Zizai, then at Feng Qin, with a particularly interesting expression.

"Yes, we did meet. Fortunately, we met now. If it was last night, I really don't know how I would face him."

"..."

This was something Feng Qin had not expected. If they had met last night, it would have ruined his good mood after enjoying the feast and they might have actually fought.

"It's good that the revenge has not reached the point of life and death. Why are you from a sect in the southwest region going to North China to work as a temporary worker?"

There is no clear statement about which region a sect will develop in, but for someone as famous as Feng Qin, even if he gives up the position of future sect leader and goes to work in a company, he should start in the southwest.

How could it start in North China?

“Because the temporary workers in the southwest are not dead yet.”

"..."

Feng Qin waved his hand and said, "I'm just kidding. The reason is not hard to guess. I came to the company as a temporary worker. No one in the company knows about it. You can't keep it so secret in the southwest."

This reason is a bit far-fetched, but it is also reasonable. If I had some free time, maybe I could chat more about it, but I can't work on this kind of problem now.

Lao Meng rubbed his hands together helplessly. "Um, Chen Duo, you may not remember me. Um, I'm the Lao Meng who brought you out before. Um, hello everyone, my name is Lao Meng."

When he started talking to Chen Duo, he remembered that he had not introduced himself. He nodded humbly to everyone, even though he was the oldest.

"Old Meng... OK, thank you."

Chen Duo's expression was calm, without any fluctuation, and she looked like a problem girl at first glance.

Xiao Zizai and Hei Guaner both noticed it, but they didn't have time to learn about a girl's past.

"I'm a clarinet player from the Central China region."

"Xiao Zizai, from East China."

"Oh... I'm from the northwest, northwest."

Only then did Lao Meng realize that he had not reported the region.

"Now, there's only one person missing, from the Northeast."

Temporary worker in Northeast region - Er Zhuang.

Di-

【Er Zhuang: I’m sorry, everyone. Please go in. I can’t make it. I’ll talk to you when I have a chance. I’m really sorry. 】

"Well, let's go then."

Xiao Zizai's good mood has disappeared since Feng Qin came out. Of course, it can't be said that it's bad, but he is much calmer.

Hei Guan'er shifted his gaze away from Feng Qin, walked at the end, and entered Liupanshui together.

As soon as Feng Qin appeared, he was accompanied by countless mysteries.

The most important thing is, why would someone who could become the leader of such a big sect in the future go to North China to be a temporary worker?

Everyone has secrets, and they won't care about them during the mission. But it is precisely because of this "not caring" that Hei Guan'er suddenly had an idea.

I see…

Huabei didn't meet last night. Was he afraid that something of his would be exposed?
what is it then?

Identity, or something else.

It must be some kind of secret that we can extract.

Feng Qin felt the occasional glances from Lao Meng, the clarinet player, and Xiao Zizai at the front, and the pressure was immediately reaching his limit.

Especially regarding the clarinet, Feng Qin was almost certain that the other party was investigating him, and had achieved certain results.

What a bastard.

Feng Qinzhen didn't expect that he would attract everyone's curiosity at their first meeting.

Fortunately, we didn’t meet last night, otherwise I would have started to question whether I was a temporary worker from North China.

Er Zhuang is the only one who knows the truth. Yang Shen twists and turns like a maggot. She really wants to spoil the plot.

This bastard disciple is inexplicably on the same level as her.

The thought of becoming the head of a sect in the future, with a higher status than now, makes me even angrier.

Inside Biyou Village.

Wang Zhenqiu had just come down from the control panel of the self-cultivation furnace.

In front of him, Ma Xianhong was sitting on the ground, carefully sorting out all the optimizations of the self-cultivation furnace.

"This is so weird... so weird, so weird, why did I design it like this? It's obviously unnecessary, like I'm hinting at something."

Ma Xianhong stared at the design of the self-cultivation furnace and felt a headache.

Inside, there were some "loopholes" that he had designed before, which not only failed to improve the effectiveness of the self-cultivation furnace, but also affected the final effect.

But these loopholes combined seem to be conveying a message - [Don't touch].

Why would you leave a message for yourself?

Why is the word "Don't touch" left there?

The self-cultivation furnace has been my lifelong dream.

Most importantly, why do I have no memory of this at all?

"Master, I'll leave after I finish my work."

Wang Zhenqiu looked at the design drawing of the self-cultivation furnace in front of him, but he couldn't understand it no matter how he looked at it, so he simply took a photo.

Ma Xianhong did not stop him at all. Not to mention the design drawings, he would not stop him even if he took pictures of the self-cultivation furnace from inside to outside.

The entire Biyou Village is as free as home.

Wang Zhenqiu was so reluctant to leave Biyou Village.

"Qiu, you can take a good rest these few days. I will ask other advanced talents to help me."

Ma Xianhong didn't look up, nor did he care whether Wang Zhenqiu heard it.

"Master, Master!"

As soon as I stepped out of the door, one of my men ran down the mountain, panting, and said:
"Someone's coming outside, it's from the company!"

"No, let them go."

"They won't leave. They say they want to live here."

Ma Xianhong frowned, unable to figure out what the other party was going to do.

In his impression, the company has always been bad.

"Did you say why you came here?"

"I told you, just look around and get to know each other."

"Let them watch, send someone to watch them, and don't attack the villagers, just let them do whatever they want."

After saying that, Ma Xianhong continued to study the design drawings, with no intention of paying any attention to the temporary worker.

Among the temporary workers who did not come without Zhang Chulan, Ma Xianhong was left with only displeasure and no desire to communicate.

(End of this chapter)