Song Zheng saw Huang Shan's sad face and felt a little strange: "What's wrong?"

Huang Shan smiled bitterly, scratched his hair, and simply said: "She...rejected me."

Song Zheng did not expect that in the end it would be such a result. A man chose love between career and love, but love turned out to be illusory. What a difficult choice... Not every story is so vulgar, but many people actually

There is no choice at all, because without love, you can only die alone with your career.

For example...poor Huang Shan.

Even though he is now at the level of spirit control and is a promising "young talent" in Thirty-six Villages, if you don't like him, you just don't like him. Is it still a sin?

Huang Shan was hit hard, and a secret love ended like this.

Song Xiaosheng still couldn't understand these things, not because he was young, but because he lacked this part of his nature. He went up and punched Huang Shan: "Why should a man have no wife? You still have some use for this kid, at least

If you can find something to eat, follow us from now on, and we will ensure that you return home in rich clothes and make those who rejected you regret it for the rest of their lives!"

Huang Shan said hopelessly: "But... I don't want her to regret it for the rest of her life..."

Song Xiaosheng was so angry that he slapped his palm on the back of his head: "You trash!"

During the fight, Huang Shan's depression of failing to express his love was relieved. The old village chief was relieved and secretly said to Song Zheng: "Huang Shan is a good boy. He has this opportunity. He should go out and have a try. Follow your Excellency."

, we are very relieved.”

The old village chief felt that Song Zheng might really be able to break through the Silent Mountain.

In their eyes, the Silent Mountain is a desperate situation. In Song Zheng's eyes, it is nothing more than that. He needs a guide just because this world greatly limits his spiritual perception. Without a guide, he is likely to get lost in the Silent Mountain and waste his life in vain.

time.

The group spent a few days and arrived at a deserted grassland. Compared to the area where Huang Shan and the others lived, even soulless beasts were very rare here, and some wild grasses grew sparsely on the ground.

On a small slope, a house was built with huge rocks brought from nowhere. It has been there for several years. The moss on the outside of the stone has been reincarnated for countless times, making the roof of the stone house look a little white.

The old village chief stepped forward and shouted towards the house: "Zhao Mang, are you there? I am Ma Cheng from Donghe Village."

There was silence in the room, but there was a man walking over from the wilderness behind, carrying a broken basket. Half of his sleeves were empty and one of his arms was missing.

The old village chief was stunned, looking at the weather-beaten face, and it was difficult to compare him with the high-spirited face in his impression: "Is it really you?"

The man looked at him lightly: "What do you want from me?"

"You, these years... you..." The old village chief hadn't seen him for a long time, and he choked up for a moment. Zhao Mang, however, seemed very cold: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. You know my rules."

The old village chief sighed secretly, waved his hand and said: "I am not asking you to take on a disciple, but this noble man wants to cross the Silent Mountain and asks you to be a guide."

Zhao Mang looked at Song Zheng and the others beside him, and said calmly: "Don't go and die."

Song Zheng looked at his broken arm with venomous eyes: "Did someone cut it off?"

The old village chief was stunned. Everyone thought that Zhao Mang's arm was lost in the Silent Mountain, but Song Zheng said that it was cut off by someone. In an instant, he suddenly understood and shouted in surprise: "You

Passed through the Silent Mountain? Which city did you go to?"

He secretly thought that he should have thought of it a long time ago. With Zhao Mang's temperament, even if he broke an arm in the Silent Mountain, he would not hesitate to enter it again after recovering from his injury.

After that time, he never walked into the Silent Mountain again, because the Silent Mountain was no longer his goal. He had already passed through the Silent Mountain, and his arm was cut off by someone in the City of Death.

.

Zhao Mang snorted and didn't answer. Song Zheng lowered his head and glanced at his broken basket, which contained some weeds. The old village chief also noticed it and couldn't help but ask: "Is this what you eat?"

Song Zheng shook his head and pointed to some dried meat hanging by the side of the stone house. Those were all spiritual beasts.

The old village chief patted his forehead and thought it was easy. Even though Zhao Mang had broken his arm, he was still at the spirit-killing level and very close to concentration.

He lives here close to the Demonic Mountain of Silence, and it is very convenient for him to hunt spiritual beasts. Even if he has no fields to grow Thousand Bells Millet, he will never be short of food.

Song Zheng thought more. There were three types of weeds. Obviously Zhao Mang was not pulling weeds at will. He was probably looking for "herbal medicine" and mixed it with spiritual beasts to cook. He did not give up. He was still looking.

Ways to use drugs to enhance your own strength.

He said to Zhao Mang: "Be my guide, and I will give you a Life Soul Brand at the concentration level. You can return to Daisu City to avenge your broken arm!"

A strange look flashed in Zhao Mang's eyes, but he still shook his head: "You have no idea what kind of place Daisu City is. At the level of concentration... he is just a small person."

Song Zheng said lightly: "A guide is only worth so much money. If you want a better Life Soul Brand, you need to show corresponding value."

Zhao Mang sneered: "Can you provide a more powerful soul mark?"

Song Zheng nodded: "Of course."

"Haha." Zhao Mang didn't quite believe it and just looked at him coldly. Before Song Zheng said anything more, Song Xiaosheng was already impatient and jumped out and grabbed Zhao Mang: "This cripple is so disgusting and arrogant.

You are so arrogant and ignorant that you deserve to be taught a lesson and have your arm cut off!"

Zhao Mang was so furious that a child with a yellow mouth dared to insult him. He snorted and a huge two-headed python suddenly appeared behind him, trying to teach this boy an unforgettable lesson.

But as soon as his life soul appeared, he discovered that Song Xiaosheng's seemingly harmless little hand just twisted, and the shadow of his life soul shattered with a bang, and then a huge force rushed in crazily.

A huge force of landslides and earth-shattering suppressed him.

Bang!

Zhao Mang was pressed firmly to the ground. Song Xiaosheng was already irritable, but he didn't care about his attitude, so he held down his head and rubbed it hard back and forth on the ground.

Song Zheng shouted quickly: "Little Saint, stop fooling around."

Song Xiaosheng snorted in dissatisfaction, threw Zhao Mang out with a wave of his hand, and threw Zhao Mang hard on the stone on the side.

Zhao Mang turned over and vomited out two mouthfuls of blood. Fortunately, his skin was durable and he was not fatal. He stood up, his eyes gleaming, and stopped the old village chief who stepped forward to help him. He walked over step by step.

Song Zheng stared at him: "Does your words count?"

"Of course it counts." Song Xiaosheng couldn't help it anymore: "You loser, what is there for us to deceive?"

Song Zheng nodded with a smile. He could see from those herbs that Zhao Mang had not given up. He still wanted to break out of the Silent Mountain and go to Daisu City for revenge!

"Okay, I promise you!"

Song Zheng nodded and waved to Huang Shan: "Give him some spiritual jelly, he won't be able to get out of the Silent Mountain with such an injury."

"Spiritual pulp?" The old village chief and Zhao Mang were both a little confused. Drinking that stuff would kill someone.

Song Zheng has left the village, so there is no need to hide this secret.

Before leaving the village, Song Zheng made a special detour to Huangniwa and got some spiritual liquid. Huang Shan took a sip first and then handed it to Zhao Mang: "Drink it. Your Excellency has handled it personally and there is absolutely no problem.

"

Zhao Mang was doubtful, so he took a sip and found that there was nothing wrong with it. He immediately became excited and drank a few sips quickly.

The spiritual slurry was consumed and transformed into the purest spiritual energy, allowing his injuries to improve quickly.

He became excited, but it was not because of his injuries, but he said: "In the city of Daisu, those truly noble people will drink a kind of 'gine nectar', which is very helpful for cultivation. I have always suspected that that kind of nectar is actually

Spiritual jelly!

Wine is very safe and has many benefits, but it is extremely expensive, even for those nobles, it is a luxury product."

He looked at the water bag in Huang Shan's hand: "A bag like this would cost at least 50,000 spiritual coins in Daisu City!"

Song Zheng learned for the first time that there is currency in this world, called Lingqian.

Zhao Mang obviously understood that these guys in the village had no idea what fifty thousand spiritual coins meant. He further explained: "In Daisu City, one spiritual coin can buy ten kilograms of Qianzhong millet!"

The old village chief and Huang Shan were both shocked: 50,000 spiritual coins is equivalent to 500,000 jins of Qianzhong millet, enough to feed Thirty-Six Villages for a year!

Huang Shan looked at the water bag in his hand again, and suddenly it felt so heavy that he almost couldn't hold it and fell to the ground. He thought that he had drank two water bags before, and his body ached so much. His current strength could really be obtained with money.

Yes!

Song Zheng didn't mind, but he thought that going to Daisu City would give him another way to make money. He asked, "Is there any spiritual fluid over there in Daisu City?"

"Yes, there are large fertile fields outside Daizui City, where various crops are grown, not only Qianzhong millet, but also gypsum rice, Wanshou wheat, etc. Qianzhong millet is the most common food, and those noble people don't like to eat it.

"

"The fertile fields there also need to be watered with spiritual fluid to grow. The stone ponds there are many times larger than those here."

Song Zheng nodded: "Let's go and get to Daisu City this morning."

"Yes." Zhao Mang immediately changed his identity. He accepted Song Zheng's employment and became Song Zheng's subordinate.

The old village chief had mixed feelings. He had only heard of Daisu City before. To him, the city was just a legend. But now, Zhao Mang personally told him about the existence of Daisu City and told him about Daisu City.

He also yearns for some things.
Chapter completed!