Do not accept to fight!

The mist dissipated, and flocks of birds flew across the sky.The city gradually emerged with a clear outline, and it was another sunny day.

Cooperating with the National Taxation Bureau to successfully recover [-] million non-performing loans, one of the shareholders, Zhao Shengbo, was removed from the horse, and Liu Ming, the vice president, was sent to the detention center...

I heard that he is also the nephew of the chairman of the board.

With wrists, the backstage is tough!

Li Yueran's name resounded throughout the major branches of 77, which also made those in the head office who were trying to watch the show suddenly calm down a lot.

For a while, everyone who had a problem with the president felt in danger.

In the president's spacious and bright office——

Qu Xiran was holding a ballpoint pen, and at some point in time, two messy marks had been drawn on the back of his hand.

He didn't know where to turn his eyes, and he was playing with it for a while, until Wang Jinhui knocked on the door before he finally regained his senses.

"Come in."

"President! Good news! The source of the money has been found out. It is indeed as you inferred before. Although it has changed hands many times, it is from Lihua's finance department."

"Oh?" Qu Xiran raised a nice smile.

"Look, the money has already returned to our bank." Wang Jinhui smiled happily, put the fax he just received in front of him, and said angrily: "It's not enough for them to defraud us of [-] million, but they also defrauded other banks of [-] million." , This group of scumbags! The National Taxation Bureau took advantage of the trend to help chase them back!"

Qu Xiran nodded, and a familiar metallic sound rang in his ears.

[Complete the pre-task 'Return to the bank after being discharged and continue to be the president', increase the survival points by 3000] [Complete the task 'Recover Lishi's non-performing loans', increase the survival points by 30000] [Complete the hidden task 'Assist in recovering other banks' loans Non-performing loans', survival points increased by 30000] My God!

This time there are also hidden missions, and the reward points are as much as the main missions!

Windfall.

Qu Xiran was overwhelmed by the series of point increases, and felt a slight tingling in his temples, and at the same time a very warm feeling gradually spread from his limbs.

Comfortable and pleasant, sleepy bursts.

Shaking his head, it was not in vain that he racked his brains to fight wits and courage with them for several days. In order to prepare the details of the auction and ensure that it went smoothly, he stayed up all night to make detailed plans.

However, the success of his meteoric plan was entirely due to the help of Li Yueran's uncle.

Including convincing the IRS.

And this uncle...

Qu Xiran finished flipping through it quickly, sorted out the faxes, put them in the drawer under the desk, got up and said, "Old Wang, is the chairman in the office?"

"Yes." Wang Jinhui nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked curiously: "President, since your uncle is the chairman of the board of directors of our bank, why..."

"Why doesn't he develop in China?" Qu Xiran stopped in his tracks, his eyes slightly closed, and a thought flashed in his heart.

"He should... have his own thoughts." Or, the same as himself?

No, that's not right, the Chip Announcement says that there will be no other self-rescuers in the first round of the world that everyone experiences.

But why is a multinational president, a major shareholder behind the bank, so good at it?

That is definitely not something that can be practiced overnight, Qu Xiran knows it very well.

And he really helped me a lot.

Qu Xiran lowered his eyes, already thinking about something in his heart.

**

Li Tianhua was about to get up when he saw the office door was pushed open and someone walked in.

In a light gray worn-out suit, with his arms folded on his chest, he looked at him with a half-smile, and jokingly said, "Li Tianhua is busy, long time no see."

"Didn't we just meet yesterday? Sit down." Li Tianhua lifted his chin and nestled in front of the desk without moving a muscle.

After the man sat down, he lazily looked at him with his chin resting on his cheek, and asked curiously, "You don't always like being bored in the bank. Why did you change your sex this time? Could it be because of your little nephew?"

Li Tianhua glanced at him lightly, lit a cigarette for himself, put it to his lips but did not inhale, "Are you free at the IRS?"

"Come on, I'm here for business." He smiled and spread his hands to ask him for one, and sighed happily: "Old classmate, your nephew is really good. I kept checking, but I still didn't find the correct flow direction."

Li Tianhua flicked the cigarette ash, "You refused to cooperate before."

He plausibly said: "I, heck, I really didn't believe him at that time. Think about it, how many years has he been the president? I should question his ability."

Just outside the door, Qu Xiran who happened to hear this sentence nodded in agreement.

Even I am constantly questioning myself, but there is no other way for the time being, and it will not be beneficial to the bank or Li Yuan if it continues to procrastinate.

At that time, I could only put all my eggs in one basket and give it a try.

Even if it really doesn't work, at least you can find some clues, so you won't lose everything!

The process of this battle is ignored, but the result is quite satisfactory!

Qu Xiran came to Li Tianhua to confirm the doubts in his heart all the time, but now there are people inside, so it's not good for him to disturb him at this time.

He turned around to leave, but it was pitch black in front of him.

Qu Xiran only felt that the hard floor under his feet loosened, and his whole body fell into the endless darkness without any warning.

This scene couldn't be more familiar, and he returned to the transit space in an instant.

With a previous experience, Qu Xiran has gradually accepted this way of returning.

Once again, it was time to clear the points and announce the ranking of this round.

He felt a little lost and a little apprehensive.

It's a pity that many speculations have not had time to ask clearly.

As if aware of his silent emotion, No. 000000331 sighed. It was completely different from the cold voice when the mission was announced, and it was unexpectedly very anthropomorphic.

[Hey, master, you really don't have to worry about the result! 】

Qu Xiran stabilized his body, and when he got used to the weightlessness, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why don't I worry about the result? Did you already know my ranking in advance?"

[Uh, it's not wow, but I have full confidence in your performance! 】

Saying it means not saying it.

Qu Xiran was silent for a moment, then said with a low smile, "Xiao 123 Romance, why did your opening remarks change?"

It is no longer a blunt fixed answer mode, and it is no longer a simple question and answer, only speaking when there is a question.

He closed his eyes, quickly thinking about the reasons for the possible changes in the chip, and at the same time, Xiao 123 Romance suddenly let out a comfortable moan, interrupting his train of thought.

Qu Xiran opened his eyes without knowing why.

No. 000000331 was so embarrassing, he quickly explained.

【Ah...cough, I'm very sorry my master (I couldn't hold back for a while because I felt too comfortable).The opening statement you mentioned was designed by the terminal for us, why did it change?It seems that because you are stronger, so I also benefited. ] And benefited a lot, No. 000000331 silently added.

It is one of the latest factory chips. After a simple test, it was immediately put into the mobile phone software of the people on earth by the terminal, waiting for the moment to be activated by spiritual power.

I thought it would be difficult to find a needle in a haystack waiting for the people on earth with strong spiritual power, but it turned out to be very unexpected. Before it even had time to feel the exhaust and smog of this blue planet, it had an owner!

Qu Xiran thought for a while and asked, "Does this powerful mean mental power or soul power?"

Number 000000331 gasped in surprise.

[You even know the power of the soul? (I really followed the right master! Oh yeah! The bonus is beckoning to me~~)] "It's not difficult to guess." Qu Xiran laughed because of the mental activity of number 000000331.

Has it forgotten that it is tied to its own brain?

According to common sense, his body has been injected with an overdose of prohibited drugs, and the possibility of lifelong brain death is extremely high, but at this moment he is intact, and his body functions are floating here normally.

There is only one possibility - this is my soul.

The soul also has power.

And this strength can be continuously increased as tasks are completed.

No. 000000331 seemed to want to say something to him, when a sharp tingling sensation hit it crazily, it snorted a bit, and the sound that sounded again had returned to a cold, mechanical sound.

One word at a time, he began to speak with incomparable clarity.

[Now announce the survival ranking——

Name: Qu Xiran.

Cumulative survival points: 90000 points

Second round ranking: No. [-]

re reward: photographic memory

Permissions obtained by participating in the ranking: Invisible and visible, visible on the map]

"What kind of reward can be seen on the map?" Qu Xiran clenched his hands into fists. For some reason, he had a headache like a needle prick, and the intense stimulation made him tremble. "Is this... a reward?"

pain!Really hurts!

No, not the master, this is me being punished, because I didn't have time to cut off the central sensory and implicated you, I'm sorry I'm sorry ::>_<:: I'm in pain too!

Come on, let's beat the beat and hurt together!

One, two, one...

No. 000000331 really wanted to tell him, but Qu Xiran had already been squeezed out of the transit space station by a powerful force, and was quickly put on the next map.

The process is also painful.

The pain was several times worse than removing all arms and legs. Qu Xiran thought his head was going to explode, but it didn't take long before all external senses disappeared, and his brain returned to peace.

He passed out.

I don't know how long I slept.

Until he woke up, the surrounding was already a completely strange place.

He opened his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, sat up from the bed rubbing his temples, and began to look at his eyes intently.

This is, thatched cottage?

If this was a home, it would be a barren house, without even a decent bed, and the clothes on his body were tattered.

The ground is under the feet, and there is no roof on the house. The whole hut is piled up with haystacks, and the wind is blowing everywhere, and the coolness hits the bare skin of the fruit.

Qu Xiran straightened his clothes, and finally found a pair of straw sandals from under the wooden bed... These are too broken!

Qu Xiran, who had two sessions of hygienic obsession, kicked him twice in disgust. In less than a minute, he accepted it, put it on quietly, walked to the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea has no taste at all.

He calmly lifted the lid of the pot, oh, it turned out that there were only three tea leaves in it.

No wonder.

There are no cabinets or windows in the hut, but the haystacks are not too tightly stacked, and the light is everywhere, which does not hinder the observation of everything around.

Uh, there seems to be nothing to observe.

Qu Xiran loosened his shoulders, and couldn't help but sigh the original owner's situation.

What a mess!

To sum it up in one word - poor!

But Poor is very optimistic, even in such an environment, it does not affect his interest in reading books and drinking tea.

Although the clothes on her body were patched a lot, they were absolutely clean and tidy, but Qu Xiran couldn't understand the beauty of having half of her arms exposed.

So he tightened his neckline, wrapped it tightly with his clothes, and unknowingly completely covered the tattoo on his back.

However, this shoe is really a bit...

What kind of place is this?

Qu Xiran ready-made the earrings in the shape of a small tablet, ready to check the map mentioned in No. 000000331 to see it.

At this time, the door creaked and was pushed open from the outside.

A tall, patched woman like him walked in quickly. She had a pretty face, clear eyes, and her long hair was tied up casually with a cloth rope.

She threw the things in her hand in his direction, and said in a crisp voice, "Master, here are your shoes."

Qu Xiran subconsciously caught it and held it firmly in his palm.

It was a pair of brand new black cloth shoes, pressing on the chip screen.

The visitor stared straight at him, pinched his waist with one hand, and pulled the end of his hair with the other hand, squinted at him a few times, and said to him seriously as if he was holding back his dissatisfaction: "Leader, let's discuss it." You can donate money, but can you stop donating clothes and shoes? The last needle in the gang is broken, and the thread is gone. If so, you will really have to leave barefoot next time."

Qu Xiran's eyebrows twitched, he was already in this situation, why donate money to others?

After being slightly stunned, he quickly glanced outside the room from the corner of his eye, and nodded helplessly, "Okay, I'll make a note."

"It's a ghost if the leader can remember it!" The woman gave him one last look, muttered and walked out: "I say that every time, but in the end, I even donate the quilt... Thinking about others all day long! Always ignoring I... really don't know what to say about you! Hey..."

Qu Xiran, "..."

What the hell was the original thinking!

He squatted down and put on the new shoes, which were well stitched and fit perfectly.

When Qu Xiran wanted to check again, the task came.

【Task Prerequisites】

Time: Yuanxiang 33 years

Location: Chief Helm of the Beggar Gang in Yu Guoan City

Identity: Bai Moning, 24 years old, blood type A, currently the leader of the beggar gang

Content: Take the gang members to the Baicheng Wulin League, and represent the beggar gang to participate in the martial arts conference

Reward: 3000 points

map:……

map?

Qu Xiran clicked to check, and immediately understood what was visible on the map.

In the past, whether he went to the mission location or returned home, he was led by others.

But this time is different. He has the function of making the map visible. According to the description in the small notes below, the detailed route map can be displayed wherever it is related to the mission.

Indeed, it saved a lot of trouble.

It also reduces the possibility of being found out.

But... Qu Xiran is still worried about this round of missions.

The 33rd year of Yuanxiang, a year he had never heard of, was not a history he was familiar with.

The location is not modern, and it involves the martial arts conference.Involving the word "martial arts" will inevitably lead to disputes in the rivers and lakes... There is no guarantee that the next mission will be to represent the gang of beggars to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

If it was in a normal era, Qu Xiran would still have the confidence to give it a try, but this is not the modern age.

Maybe even the girl who delivered the shoes just now could easily shoot herself flying.

Qu Xiran frowned, and after a while, it gradually relaxed.

If you really can't beat it, just give up, and keep the green hills without worrying about no firewood!But this martial arts conference is a must!

Even if the next task is beyond his reach, the 3000 points must be obtained first.

After making such a decision, he poured himself another cup of tea, raised his neck and drank it all, and made a secret decision.

**

The first large office at the corner of the third floor of the 77 Bank headquarters building in City B was originally the place where the finance department piled up sundries.

Because the chairman of the board of directors returned to China temporarily, this place has temporarily become his exclusive office after some sorting out.

After seeing off his old classmates who worked in the Internal Revenue Service, he pressed the burnt cigarette butts into the ashtray, got up and walked towards the governor's office not far away.

But halfway through, the world began to spin without warning.

The walls, desks, computers... and even the passing bank employees began to collapse silently, disintegrating quickly from head to toe, turning into strings of numbers visible to the naked eye, flying along the windows to the outside of the house, irradiated by the sun, became nothingness.

Everything ceased to exist.

It seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world, alone on the sky-colored ground.

He himself is constantly being decomposed, but this process is extremely slow.He could even clearly see tiny pieces of data flying out of his body, like a body that had lost nutrients and gradually became transparent, like the sky.

He stroked the jet-black broken hair on his forehead, feeling complicated in his heart.

Again.

Same scene.

At this time, Qu Xiran, the leader of the Ancheng Beggar Gang, was already sitting around the campfire with other gang members who had the same patchwork style, eating roasted fish together.

The beggar gang is so poor that they can't even afford the ingredients for cooking. They rely on going to the woods and streams in the suburbs to fight for their character for three meals a day.

"Master, this is for you, you can eat more!" A small hand handed the fish head in his bowl to Qu Xiran.

Qu Xiran raised his head, and the child in front of him was also covered in patches, his little face was flushed, and there was a black stain on his forehead from nowhere.

As if he has long been accustomed to such a simple life, he is sweet and smiling, innocent and pure.

"Thank you." Qu Xiran did not take it, but took out a small piece of clean rag from the small cloth pocket in his arms, wiped his little face, and said with a low smile: "I'm almost full, you keep it Let's eat."

"Hee hee, okay." Seeing that he didn't want it, the child didn't insist, so he picked it up and took a bite, savoring it carefully, "Well, it's delicious."

"Little Huzi, come here." The girl who made shoes for Qu Xiran was named Lingyue. She brushed away the broken hair on her cheeks, beckoned to the child, and gave him half of the fish in her bowl, " Let's eat, and go find Xiaohong and the others in the backyard to play after eating."

"Okay, thank you Aunt Lingyue!" The child quickly ran away holding the bowl.

Qu Xiran lowered her head slightly, not knowing where to start thinking.

This is not going to work, we must sort out some useful information.

First of all, the sect of the Beggars’ Clan is very poor. The so-called main rudder is nothing more than two rows of thatched houses with about ten rooms. The small training ground is next to Baomidi, and weapons, hoes and shovels are placed on the same shelf.

The living conditions are too difficult to imagine, and I don't know how this gang was established!

He is already so poor that he may eat dirt at any time, why can he still accept so many helpers.

Secondly, although the beggars are poor, they are very particular about details.

For example, when they eat, no one, including young children, sits on the ground. Everyone has their own small bench, and the bowls and chopsticks are complete, and no one will grab and eat...

Whether adults or children, the clothes on their bodies are ragged or torn, but they are all fresh and clean. It seems that the patched clothes are not because they are poor and cannot afford new clothes, but just a style of dressing for them.

It is far from the situation depicted in martial arts novels in his impression.

In the end, these gangs are not easy for everyone.

The child who gave him the fish just now seemed to be only five or six years old. He walked quickly and steadily, and lightly and silently. He should have received special training.

Qu Xiran put down the bowls and chopsticks, someone quickly snatched them away, and quickly took them to the sink to clean them.

Lingyue frowned and came over and asked, "Master, is our next step going to Yucheng to meet Elder Nan?"

Yucheng?

Qu Xiran pondered for a moment, then recalled the map and said, "No, let's go directly to the Martial Arts League. You inform Elder Nan that we will meet at the foot of Qianmeng Mountain."

"What, Wulin League? Our gang is going to participate in the Wulin Conference?" Lingyue jumped up screaming, shrugged and looked at him in disbelief, very surprised, "But you once said in the Jianghu that 'you will never step in your lifetime. Enter Qianmeng Mountain'ah!"

The corner of Qu Xiran's mouth froze, "Ahem... the plan is not as fast as changing, I want to see it this year."

Lingyue was stunned and didn't speak, and the gang members who had been doing their own things also gathered around after hearing it, and the young ones were still dumbfounded.

There were two older men and women who had come to their senses, and they were the first to ask, "Master, have you really decided?"

"Sect Leader, is there something wrong with us going there rashly?"

Lingyue couldn't help interjecting and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't we receive the hero post from the Wulin League yesterday?"

The older woman, who was called Aunt Hong, brushed her hair in embarrassment, her face flushed, "Master, I have used the hero post..."

Qu Xiran, "..." What, what.

Lingyue rubbed her chin and nodded seriously, "Well, it's no wonder that the hero posts are used for lighting fires every year. Who would have thought that the leader would change his mind temporarily this year."

"That's great, leader!" A tall and strong muscular man was gearing up and said eagerly, "I've wanted to compete with that martial arts leader for a long time! Hahaha... ouch..."

The man was slapped hard by Lingyue's light palm and flew several feet away. After rolling a few times, he clutched his chest in embarrassment. He was propped on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Everyone seemed to be surprised, and Qu Xiran sighed inwardly, "So it is."

He was beaten for no reason, but the man had a bright smile on his face, and he said heartily: "Master Lingyue's skills are much deeper."

"That is, who is always lazy in practicing kung fu like you!" She tossed her hair chicly, and scolded loudly: "Even if the current martial arts leader is not close to our gang leader, he is the uncle of the gang leader! The gang leader only has him as a relative." Yes. If outsiders listen to your words, they will think that our beggar gang is going to Qianmeng Mountain to make trouble!"

Qu Xiran's eyes darkened, and he said, "It doesn't matter if the hero post is burned out, I do have important matters to discuss with my uncle when I go this time."

As soon as the words fell, all the gang present looked at him in shock, their eyes widened.

Aunt Hong asked in a daze: "Clan leader, haven't you already cut off contact with him?"

Sometimes the ex or something is really a stumbling block on the way to completing the task.

Qu Xiran secretly smiled wryly, without showing anything on his face, and continued to pretend to be deep, full of leadership, "Naturally, we are discussing important matters in the martial arts, and we will put personal grievances behind for the time being."

"The leader understands righteousness!" The slender man next to Aunt Hong couldn't help but sigh, "Is it because of the destruction of Shadow Gate?"

Qu Xiran paused, nodded heavily and said, "Exactly."

If you say yes, you can go anyway.

It wasn't until the crowd dispersed and he returned to the thatched hut alone that he could barely let go of the breath that had been raised to the bottom of his throat.

He sat at the old wooden table and poured himself a cup of tea.

New water was added, and the tea leaves have changed from three pieces to five pieces. I don't know how long it has been brewing, but Qu Xiran didn't think it tasted bland, so he just picked it up and drank it.

Today's conditions are difficult, and you can bear it if you can.

He always remembered that he was not here to play, but to survive.

It's not that easy to live, and it's impossible not to suffer!He has long been aware of this.

After the second round of missions, he accumulated [-] points and received two rewards. He has a photographic memory and can be seen on the map. None of them have anything to do with the force value.

correct!

I also have a special binding for the first round of ranking rewards.

Where is this equipment displayed?

Qu Xiran held the screen and searched for a long time, and finally found the so-called equipment column in a very inconspicuous place on the last page.

The three-dimensional figure with his name on his head is empty from head to toe, only a black thing is carried on the back, and it is impossible to see what it is.

He clicked on the big picture, and it turned out that the chip had a detailed description of it.

【Tianjing glass bottle】

Source: The ice cellar where the Tianshan Child Elder practiced

Attribute: back pendant

Function: decoration

Qu Xiran, "..."

What do you want.

Qu Xiran picked up the only book in the thatched cottage called "Jianghu Miscellaneous Notes" and flipped through it expressionlessly.

**

In the early morning of the next day, the air was humid and cool, and there was a freshness unmatched by the bustling cities of the past.

Qu Xiran gently pushed open the door, and the selected accompanying disciples of the Beggar Clan had spontaneously lined up neatly and stood there meticulously waiting for a long time.

A total of 28 people were selected by the elder sister Lingyue, and they were all top experts of the Beggar Clan.

The clothes of each of them are similar, and they are all covered in colorful puddings. It is quite a sight to gather in front of the door.

Qu Xiran couldn't help lowering his head and laughing.

The trip is far away, and most of the selected disciples are young and middle-aged, and the elderly and children will stay at the helm.

Of course such a poor sect couldn't afford to hire a carriage, let alone provide food for so many people.

Naturally, all the way depends on your legs, and you still need to fight for your character to eat.

The small cloth bags on everyone's body seemed to be bulging and full, but in fact they only contained a small folding bench, a set of bowls and chopsticks, and a few rags.

It is said that this is the standard luggage for the beggar gang before going out. Even if you stay in the wilderness, you must not easily sit on the ground and get your clothes dirty.

After all, saponin powder also costs money.

Saving as much as possible has always been the basic rule of the beggar gang.

Lingyue nodded to Qu Xiran and said, "First team, let's go!"

Qu Xiran reached out his hand to stop, "Wait, I think you guys seem to have forgotten something."

Everyone turned around, "What's the matter, Chief?"

Qu Xiran no longer knew what expression to use to face them, and lightly raised his head to the sky, reminding him, "I didn't hold a weapon..."

"Oh, oh, the leader is right, we forgot to take our weapons!"

"That's right, we're going to the martial arts conference, not to help fellow villagers farm the land!"

"Huh? So it's not farming!" A man just picked up a hoe, but put it back intact after hearing this, and said in a low voice, "I'm used to using a stick, but it's too uncomfortable to hold it like this all the way. It is elegant and seriously damages the prestige of my big beggar gang."

The person next to him glanced at him, and enthusiastically suggested: "What kind of stick do you use with your skill? Just pick a branch from the side of the road."

"It makes sense!"

Qu Xiran cleared her throat, turned around and asked Lingyue, "My...?" It should be a dog-beating stick.

The audience was silent at once.

Lingyue's expression was quite delicate, and she leaned close to him and whispered, "Didn't you discount it three years ago?"

After it was folded, there was no money to repair it. It has been placed in front of the reception hall of the main rudder, and someone regularly dusts it.

Qu Xiran asked with a look of lovelessness: "Do you have a dagger?"

"Yes! Here you are."

Qu Xiran hid in his arms and said, "Let's go."

"Yes."

Headed by Qu Xiran, a group of people walked out of the head of the beggar gang quickly.

Their destination is Qianmeng Mountain. According to the route provided by the map, after leaving Ancheng, they only need to go west all the way, first reach Lincheng, and then cross the junction of the Central Plains and the Western Regions to find Yixiang Town. Next to it is Qianmeng Mountain where the Wulin League is located.

The sun was penetrating and bright, and the warmth enveloped the entire Ancheng.

The bazaar is extremely lively today, with constant hawking, and the smell of steamed buns just out of the cage. There are row upon row of houses on both sides, including teahouses, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops...

Butcher shop.

Qu Xiran didn't look sideways, and walked straight over.

A pair of small hands stained with dirt and black suddenly stretched out in front of his legs, his voice was muffled by the noise: "Bai, Chief Bai, here..."

He was a ragged, disheveled little beggar.

Qu Xiran didn't stop walking, and naturally grasped the note he handed over tightly in his palm.

A group of people continued to move forward without changing their expressions, and the little beggar quickly mixed into the crowd and ran away without a sound.

Soon.

"Hello, Lord Bai."

"Give it to Lord Bai!"

"Bai gang leader has a smooth journey."

"Thank you Lord Bai for taking care of my whole family..."

He received a total of seven such notes, all from beggars in the city.

Qu Xiran put everything into the bag, and didn't ask until he left Ancheng: "Is there a convenient place to talk nearby?"

"There is a small river in the east, the water is quite clear, and there are many fish in it."

"Let's go."

It is said to be a small river, but it is actually a shallow ditch with a clear bottom. There are not many fish, not enough for 30 people.

Everyone got busy, only Qu Xiran and Ling Yuexian stood under the tree, spreading out the notes and flipping through them one by one.

"Even the Holy Cult of the Western Regions got a hero post?" Lingyue was speechless, curling her lips in disdain, "This martial arts conference is really not as good as every year, and everyone is invited."

Just hearing the name doesn't look like a good person. Qu Xiran agreed very much, and then picked out one of the papers, handed it to her and said, "The latest news announced by the Wulin League."

Lingyue took a closer look and was extremely surprised.

She pinched lightly with two fingers, and the note shattered with the wind, "Each sect can only elect at most five representatives to go to Qianmeng Mountain? It's a pity, it's a pity."

"What a pity?"

The young man who had just caught the fish and was about to scrape the scales and grill it naturally said: "It's a pity that so many of us can't all go up the mountain to eat!"

Qu Xiran, "..."

So that's what it means to choose so many people!

That is indeed a pity.

At this time, with a sound of "ding", the mission came unexpectedly.

【Task】

Original background: Bai Moyu, the leader of the beggar gang, was born in Yu State, and was brought up by his uncle after his parents died young.

He is world-class in martial arts and has extraordinary courage and insight. He studied under Hong Batian, the eighth leader of the Beggar Clan, and Zhang Youji of Wudang is also known as the "North and South Two Heroes".He has helped the poor and the needy all his life, eliminated violence and brought peace to the good, and advocated humane peace. He is a hero who is compassionate and cares about the common people.

Content: To maintain the upright image of the beggar gang and establish a new model of martial arts Reward: 500~30000 points

Ancient people were divided into blood types...

The minimum is only 500 points?

The highest score is the same as the debt collection score, which is 30000 points.

The difficulty is even more difficult than recovering a large loan, but... Fortunately, it is not something that defeats the current martial arts leader, so it is not enough to give up completely.

Always try your best!

Qu Xiran took out the small foldable bench from his pocket, sat down seriously, took the grilled fish handed over by the helpers, and took a small bite carelessly.

There is a problem with this task.

Since Bai Moyu is an out-and-out hero, why should I maintain the image of the beggar gang?

Characters, sects.

Uprightness.

Qu Xiran figured out something, and then began to swallow quickly, finishing the whole fish three times and two times.

"Lingyue."

"Clan leader?" The elder sister of the Beggar Clan raised her head, wondering who should go to Qianmeng Mountain with her.

Qu Xiran thought for a while and said, "Choose one person who understands medicine and two who are good at long-distance attack."

Lingyue, "Hidden weapon? OK!"

The slender young man who handed him the fish just now scratched his head and said, "Master, my medical skills are not as good as my mother's, is that okay?"

Qu Xiran remembered him as Aunt Hong's son, so he narrowed his eyes and asked, "I heard you are good at drugs?"

"Yes, I'm better at drugs." The young man said shyly with a delicate face.

"Okay." Qu Xiran paused, and said, "Lingyue, let's lead people to go first, and the others will follow along by collecting herbs along the way."

Lingyue's hair was slightly disheveled, and she asked in a daze, "What is the leader planning to do?"

Qu Xiran picked up the bench, wiped it briefly and put it back in the cloth bag.

Of course it is "saving people."

and make money.

You can't stay so poor forever.