Those years when I started a business in the comprehension world

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The majestic sound of rain, wrapped in the sound of thunder, suddenly exploded in my ears.

Wen Xinze's consciousness was struggling in the darkness.

Drowsy, he felt that someone was carrying him, striding forward.

His broad and solid shoulders were pressed against his abdomen, which was not a very comfortable position.

The clothes on his body were mostly wet by the rain, sticking to his skin, making him very uncomfortable.The wind brought up by walking made him feel cold again, like wearing thin clothes on a winter morning and rushing into the morning mist—it was damp and cold.

what happened to him?

He remembered that he went to the flower planting base on the outskirts of the city to check the progress of the greenhouse construction.After reading it, I chatted with the construction party for a few words, and then my memory was broken.

Did he faint from heat stroke while chatting with someone?

Wen Xinze was thinking in a daze, and felt that his body was turned ninety degrees, and the person who was carrying him turned a corner.

"Senior brother." A gentle female voice came from the sound of rain, and the footsteps came from far to near, "You have found the master nephew."

Master nephew?Is this a martial arts drama?

"What's wrong with the master nephew? Why did you get dizzy?"

"I was shocked by the thunder and fainted for a while. It's okay." Wen Xinze heard the man carrying him finish speaking, and took a few steps forward, then pushed open a door and walked into the house.

"Where did you find him?" The woman followed into the room and asked softly.

"Where else? Of course it's a casino." The man's voice suppressed anger, and he threw him on a bed roughly.

The bed was hard, and Wen Xinze still felt a little pain in his back despite the mattress.

Wen Xinze frowned, trying to open his eyes, and vigorously condemned the other party's anger behavior.

However, the heavy eyelids did not cooperate at all.Not only did the eyelids not cooperate, but the tired consciousness also became dizzy, and the voice in the ears began to become erratic.

"How much gambling debt does the master nephew owe this time?"

"One hundred thousand spirit stones."

"One hundred thousand? Where do we get so many spirit stones?"

"I'll figure out a way, you go to rest, I'll ask Lin Fei to watch him..."

It's really unlucky for this sect to have a bad gambler in charge - this was Wen Xinze's last thought before his consciousness completely sank into darkness.

The autumn is crisp and the sun is just right.

The Daochang Villa with the hanging gate stands quietly in the autumn sunshine.

Inside the villa, Qinxue Pavilion, Wen Xinze was sitting by the window, holding a polished bronze mirror in both hands, looking at the young man reflected in it.

The young man in the mirror has a fair face, a straight nose, and handsome eyes.A waterfall of blue hair was casually tied behind her head.This face looks exactly like him, but this person is definitely not him.

This is the third day after Wen Xinze woke up from a coma.

After three days of repeated verification and multiple verifications, he had to admit that he had indeed crossed.

What's more, what he was wearing was none other than the head of the gambling ghost that he had heard mentioned by the couple when he was unconscious.

Wen Xinze came here for three days, and learned something about the original owner from the original owner's brothers and sisters.

The original owner has the same name as him, also named Wen Xinze, and is the son of Wen Tiange, the former head of the Xuanqi Sect.It is said that because of his weak bones, he was kept in the mortal world by the old head.It wasn't until two years ago, when the old head passed away unexpectedly, that the original owner was taken back to Duobao Mountain by his uncle and uncle, and took over as the head of the Xuanqi Sect.

As a school of refining equipment, the Xuanqimen used to be brilliant, but soon the school began to decline.As early as hundreds of years ago, the martial arts villa was forced to relocate from the southeast area of ​​Donglinzhou where the aura is rich to the northwest area where the aura is thin. It is located on this small hill called "Duobao Mountain".

It is said that this Duobao Mountain was named by the ancestors of Xuanqimen, and it was originally just a nameless barren mountain.He is the ancestor of the Xuanqi Sect, and he was named Duobao with great expectations for the future of the sect.

However, a rich mountain name cannot save the school from decline.Today's Xuanqi Sect has declined and become a low-level sect that is not well-known in the cultivation world.

A sect that was not rich in the first place was taken over by an ignorant and gambling gambler head, the result can be imagined.In less than two years, the family property of the entire sect was almost wiped out by the original owner.

However, even though the sect reached this point, the original owner still did not stop.Just five days ago, the young head of a gambling ghost owed a gambling debt of [-] spirit stones in a gambling shop in the cultivation world, broke the highest record in his gambling career, and achieved the goal of a ghost gambling life. new achievements.

After the original owner refreshed the highest achievement as a gambler, he was detained by the gambling house because he could not pay the gambling debt.The original owner's uncle learned about it and came to lead him.Unexpectedly, as soon as the person was led out of the gambling house, the original owner planned to sneak away.Maybe even God couldn't see it, a thunderbolt struck, directly frightening people out of their wits - and then the body of the original owner was taken over by his soul that traveled through time and space.

Thinking of this, Wen Xinze felt tightness in his chest.

He, Wen Xinze, is a student of the Horticulture Department of Agricultural University who is about to graduate.A few months ago, I just negotiated a cooperation with two seniors. He will be responsible for the planting and cultivation of flowers, and we will work together to enter the flower market.Before he came, the flower planting base was basically completed, and the construction of the greenhouse was almost in the final stage.Soon after, he can start a happy life as a flower farmer.

As a result, at this time, he time-traveled, and even became the head of a gambling ghost with a large amount of gambling debts.

Although in that world, he was just an orphan without both parents, but he was very satisfied with his life.He has liked planting since he was a child, and he was successfully admitted to the Department of Horticulture in university, and his future career is also a flower farmer that he yearns for.Hobbies, dreams, professions, and careers are highly consistent among the four, so smooth, he really doesn't yearn for changing numbers and starting a new life through time travel!

Wen Xinze sighed faintly, and the handsome face in the mirror also showed a sad expression.

Just then, a writing brush flew towards him in the air.

Wen Xinze leaned back slightly, skillfully dodged the tricks of the brush, and turned his head to look to the right.

Qinxue Pavilion is a teaching place with hanging doors. The layout is similar to that of a school, with a podium on the top and desks arranged in a square array below.

Wen Xinze was sitting by the window, with two desks on the right, Lin Fei, the second senior brother of the original owner, was sitting.

The population of Xuanqimen is withered now, and there are only two generations in the gate.

After the old master Wen Tiange passed away, only the original owner's senior uncle and junior martial uncle remained in the previous generation.The uncle is the man who carried him back that day, and the uncle is the woman who greeted him at that time.There are two disciples under the name of the master uncle, and only one disciple under the name of the junior uncle.

The second senior brother Lin Fei is one of the disciples of the original master master uncle.

Lin Fei was a young man in his teens, with a small braid on the back of his head, and looked a bit rebellious.He maintained the posture of throwing the brush, and threatened Wen Xinze, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and copy the book!"

The original owner caused trouble outside, so he will naturally be punished when he returns to the sect, and this copying is one of the punishments.And Lin Fei took the order of his teacher and was responsible for supervising his punishment.

Wen Xinze put down the mirror in his hand, glanced at the introductory exercises piled up on his desk, and chose to chat with the second senior brother for a while.

Wen Xinze: "I'm curious..."

Lin Fei: "Curiosity!"

Wen Xinze was used to the other party's bad attitude, so he continued indifferently, "Master, why did they choose me to be the head?"

Lin Fei rolled his eyes, turned his head and continued to fiddle with the refining materials on his table, "If you weren't the son of the old master, who would let someone like you be the master?"

Wen Xinze propped his face with one hand, and suddenly said: "So the head of your sect is hereditary!"

Lin Fei said bitterly: "If the old master hadn't left suddenly and didn't designate the next master, where would we get you to harm our sect?"

Wen Xinze nodded.

Understood, if there is no designation, the head will be hereditary.

Wen Xinze: "It turns out... I like to gamble, why don't Master and the others care about it?"

Lin Fei slapped the table and said angrily: "Master and uncle want to watch you. Either you are saying that they don't respect you as the leader and treat you as a prisoner, or you are carrying the old leader out and saying that we bullied you as an orphan!"

Wen Xinze: "..." So the original owner relied on consuming his deceased father to keep sneaking out to gamble.

Lin Fei: "Hmph! You owe so much gambling debt this time, it won't be easy to bring up the old master in the future!"

Wen Xinze: "I..."

Lin Fei glared at him: "Shut up! Copy the book!"

Wen Xinze glanced at Lin Fei's increasingly irritable expression, and picked up the brush again melancholy.

Today's day with the second senior brother is over again.

Wen Xinze was punished for copying books in the morning and kneeling in the Xianzong Tower in the afternoon.

After eating a meatless lunch, Wen Xinze followed the original owner's third senior sister to Xianzong Tower to be punished.

The third senior sister of the original owner is called Ye Feiyao, and she is a disciple of the original owner's senior uncle.

This girl looks a little heroic, with a hint of pungentness in her capable personality.

"The book I copied today is unqualified, and I will copy it again tomorrow." Ye Feiyao walked forward, while sharply breaking Wen Xinze's heart.

"...I think what I copied today is not bad." Wen Xinze tried to protest.

"Is it okay to call the earthworms full of pages? Since you wrote it like that on purpose, you should be a little conscious of copying."

"Would you believe me if I said that I didn't do it on purpose?" As a modern person whose general writing tool is not a brush, he has really worked hard.

"Didn't it be intentional?" Ye Feiyao squinted at Wen Xinze.

"I've lost my memory."

"You have lost your memory too many times, let's change your excuse."

"...Actually, I'm not me." Wen Xinze tried to confess.

"Aren't you you? You want to say that you were taken away?" Ye Feiyao stopped in front of the gate of Xianzong Tower.

"It's almost like this." Wen Xinze stood still, looking sideways at Ye Feiyao.

"Who is full enough to hold on and seize a mortal with no cultivation?" Ye Feiyao pushed open the gate of Xianzong Tower, "The body of a mortal can't bear the ability to seize a soul. common sense."

"It turns out... I'm a mortal without cultivation?!" Wen Xinze looked shocked.

"What are you shocked about? Your spiritual root is so poor that you can't even enter the Qi-refining period of the beginning of cultivation. Didn't you know it more than ten years ago?"

"..." He knew the original main course, but he really didn't expect that the original main course didn't have any cultivation!As the parent and son of the old head, the original owner had been the head of the Xuanqi Sect for another two years. He subconsciously felt that he had some cultivation.

"It's no use pretending to be crazy, I won't let you sneak out, give up." Ye Feiyao looked back at Wen Xinze, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Gone."

"Then go in and kneel."

Wen Xinze sighed, stepped over the threshold, and entered the Xianzong Tower.

Ye Feiyao didn't close the door either. In front of Wen Xinze, she placed a restraint on the door, then flicked her long hair, turned around and walked away.

Standing at the door, Wen Xinze took out a wild fruit from his pocket and threw it towards the door.

Ye Guo flew to the door, hit an invisible barrier, and was quickly bounced back.

Well, today's restrictions are also very strong.