Master System

Until he went down the mountain, Meng Cuo didn't figure out what these things he picked out from the wall were.

Anyway, in the database of his replicator, he couldn't find any matching data.

The replicator also has a repair function, which can repair items that are not seriously damaged, conduct intelligent mapping according to the shape of the damaged object, give various possible prototypes, and various restoration plans, but now With this handful of fragments, the system immediately went on strike.

Meng Cuo despised the incompetence of this system in his heart, but used a small cloth bag to pack the fragments.

This thing, the system prompts "the level is too high", Kendi is not a simple thing.

At that time, after the system prompted Meng Cuo, Meng Cuo knew that he had hit something big.

I scanned all three walls along the way, and found bits and pieces of debris everywhere, some on the top and some on the bottom, as if they were smashed apart by some force.

There are 16 pieces of pieces in Meng Cuo's hand, which look like copper. This thing is a relatively soft material, but it is definitely not ordinary copper. Now it is broken into pieces, some are big, some are small, and it doesn't take any time. It cannot be spelled out.

Even Meng Cuo didn't know if it was all the fragments, so he had to wait until he got back.

Coming out of Xiaobai Village, Meng Cuo was going to go straight back to Baiyumen, which is now Dabaimen, but just as he was on the mountain road ahead, he saw a thin man who looked familiar.

Isn't this the little brother from Zhang's steamed stuffed bun shop that I robbed of steamed stuffed buns that day?

Meng Cuo thought to himself that those steamed buns saved his life, and he was still a little grateful to the skinny man, so he hurried up: "Why are you here, little brother?"

Fang Qing's life, I really don't know why it became so unlucky.

Ever since I was teased by a rogue-like scholar on the street that day, it has been terrible.

Not to mention being robbed of three steamed stuffed buns, and being scolded bloody by the boss after returning home.He wakes up early and stays late every day, getting ready in the middle of the night, kneading the dough, and getting up soon after he sleeps to make buns, then serve them in a steamer, and open a store to sell them the next day.Let's not talk about the boss beating and scolding, the buns are sold out in the morning, and I have to help the boss's house with things, but I have to find Fang Qing if I have to run errands.

There were very few buns sold that day, because he was so tired that night, he couldn't fill a bun, and the scholar happened to be picked out by the shit luck, and he said it in public——

After Fang Qing went back, he was scolded by the boss, and finally couldn't help but scolded him back.

Who is not raised by their parents?Fang Qing also has a temper. He was originally hired by Zhang Boss to sell buns, but he also entrusted himself to do the chores in the inner house. Fang Qing was just asking for a living, thinking that he would just pass by. , Left and right have to endure.But this time is different, Boss Zhang still deducts his wages, and the money for so many months is gone like this, can Fang Qing bear it?

There is a saying that is good, either be ruthless, endure, or get out.

Fang Qing is not a ruthless character, if he doesn't move, he can't afford to be ruthless.He didn't have that capital, so he endured it all the time, this time he couldn't help it, so he had to get out.

He was originally a countryman who left his hometown to seek a living in Zhuyun City, but now he felt that Zhuyun City was not easy to get along with, so he just went home to farm.

But apart from hating the boss Zhang, he also remembered the scholar naturally.

Fang Qing was carrying his shriveled package on his back, and walked down the road dejectedly. There was no one there, but suddenly he heard someone shouting, why is this voice so familiar?

He raised his eyes, who was the scholar if it wasn't that day?

This guy was still smiling and standing in front of him, at that moment, Fang Qing's hands trembled for a long time, and his lips trembled for a long time, "You, you,, you—"

Meng Cuo was a little strange: "Thanks to your steamed stuffed bun that day, otherwise I would have died. My little brother is so kind... Hey, why are you looking at me like this?"

"..." Fang Qing's facial expression was distorted to the extreme.

Meng Cuo is still noisy here, analyzing Fang Qing's face is not good, what is not good, as if he is chattering.

Ever since he decided to reach the state of "saying whoever dies" in terms of eloquence, Meng Cuo has been looking for opportunities to display his eloquence within his ability.

Of course, now is also a good opportunity.

Whenever there is a chance to speak, Meng Cuo will never let it go.

He is still in the process of progressing from an ordinary person to a chatterbox.

Fang Qing was dizzy from hearing this, wishing he could just strangle Meng Cuo to death like this.

His lips trembled, and finally he seemed to be driven crazy by Meng Cuo's rambling appearance. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Meng Cuo's neck while he was not paying attention, and said harshly: "Let you talk about it!" Ah! Can't you just stop and give me a chance to talk! You know, it's because of you that I lost my job, and now I don't want to pursue you. You said you jumped out and said something, you said, Say it, keep talking!"

"..."

Meng Cuo was suddenly shocked by the explosive power of mortals.

He didn't pay attention at all, how he suddenly went crazy, but at this moment, he gradually understood what he said.

Meng Cuo was a cultivator after all, so he didn't worry about Fang Qing hurting himself at all. After listening for a while, he probably understood.

"You let go first, there is no unparalleled road, God closes one door for you, and will definitely open two windows for you. No matter how difficult you are, didn't you also meet me?"

There is cause and effect in the world, and Meng Cuo is not an unreasonable person.

He likes to reason with reasonable people and use violence against unreasonable people.

As soon as Meng Cuo said this, Fang Qing let him go automatically, "Come on, you are a poor scholar, a sour literati, you even robbed me of buns, and you were chased and beaten by Master Jiu Wu, met you? It's bad luck to meet you."

Completely speechless.

Meng Cuo, who now felt that he was a local tyrant, directly took out a 50 tael ingot from his bosom, and waved it around in front of Fang Qing.

In an instant, Fang Qing's eyeballs were about to fall off, and he stared at an ingot in shock, his lips began to tremble again, and his thin body like a bamboo pole trembled accordingly.

"Money, money, this..."

I have never seen such a big ingot in my life!

Meng Cuo was proud of himself, and was about to show off the Great White Gate he had built, but Fang Qing choked him with his next sentence——

"Where did you steal it?"

"..."

The corner of Meng Cuo's mouth twitched, he turned his wrist directly, held the silver ingot in his hand, turned around and ignored Fang Qing, and was about to leave, with a cold and aggressive look.

When Fang Qing sees money, it is like meeting his ancestors, and then contacting what Meng Cuo said before, no matter how stupid he is, he will understand what it means.

"Don't, don't, don't go, you have money, wait first—"

"I stole this money, how dare I use it for you."

Meng mistakenly tossed the silver ingot, smiling cunningly.When he heard Fang Qing's various complaints, Meng Cuo had a solution in his heart.

After all, there is a cause and an effect, and there is a cause and effect. Meng Cuo has a lot of money in his hand. Ying Nanhui doesn't know the situation in Zhuyun City. Although Xue Jiu is his handyman, he is very scheming and not a good match. Yes, Meng Cuo didn't plan to mess with Xue Jiuduo, he was just a handyman.Baiyumen is not a place to stay for a long time. When he came out of Xiaobai Village, he planned to take people down the mountain directly.

Go back and pack up, there is always a way.

The best thing is to go to Zhuyun City to do business.

So now, it is necessary to find someone who knows about Zhuyun City.

Originally Xue Jiu was the most suitable, but now there is an extra Fang Qing, just right.

Meng Cuo looked at Fang Qing, and Fang Qing also stared at Meng Cuo.

He seemed to finally understand that Meng Cuo was not such a simple person.

How can there be such a coincidence, just to pick a stuffed bun out of a pile of stuffed buns?After entering the casino, he can still be chased out by the Ninth Fifth Master. How many people must be there? How many people can anger the Ninth Fifth Master?

Fang Qing was very thin, but his eyes were restrained. He was thin, and without making jokes at this time, he looked a lot leaner, and he looked like a shrewd person.

"This is you, do you need me to help you with something?"

"clever!"

Meng Cuo laughed, and directly stuffed the silver ingot into Fang Qing's hands, saying: "There is something wrong. To be honest, I am not an ordinary person, but a cultivator. I used the stuffed buns to fool me that day. You have to do it as a last resort. If there is no such thing, you will not be dismissed. Since you happen to be fine, you might as well do something for me. I will take my apprentice to Zhuyun City recently, and you go to Zhuyun City Look around, book a facade and a house for me, name it 'Da Bai Dan Tang', and I will come to you."

Fang Qing held the silver ingot, one house by one facade?These three or five can do it!

Meng Cuo took another dose of strong medicine: "The rest of the money is yours."

People died for money, Fang Qing was heartbroken, just when he was short of money, he said directly: "This matter is on me, Fang Qing will take care of things, don't worry..."

But halfway through the conversation, he thought of some cultivators and sects. He had only heard of Baiyumen recently. Where did this Mengcuo come from?

"I don't know what you are..."

Meng Cuo knew that when it was time to fool around again, he turned his head and said with a smile: "My name is Dabai. If the affairs of the world can be innocent, then the universe will be perfect. Don't think that my name is not good, but it is actually Dabai. It's a coincidence. I'm a disciple of Dabai Sect. When I first came to Kunxu, I took in an apprentice who is the head of Dabai Sect. According to my original division method, there are inner and outer sects. Disciples of the head elders, outer disciples are just ordinary people, there are those with good qualifications, those with poor qualifications, and even ordinary people. If you are really interested in the journey of cultivation and do a good job for me, I will allow you to become an outer disciple .”

Hehe, flickering doesn’t cost money.

In the head system, at this time, there is no such thing as an outer disciple and an inner disciple.

It is not until the third level of sects that they begin to distinguish between inner and outer sects.

In other words, in Meng Cuo's current first-level sect, there is no establishment of outer disciples at all, and Meng Cuo is purely a fool.

But Fang Qing didn't know. After seeing Meng Cuo finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve robe lightly, and then a strong wind blew, blowing the trees behind him to one side. That cultivator has long believed in it completely.

"Thank you, Head Meng, thank you, Head Meng."

"It's getting late, you go back to the city, I will come to you soon."

Meng Cuo is the head of the school, and once again received a bit of pretentious attribute from the system, and the attribute value is [-]% at this moment.

Yay, great.

Meng Cuo watched Fang Qing go, and when he saw the person leave, he almost laughed out loud.

Mother, why are these people so easy to fool.

But looking back, the world of cultivators is indeed mysterious, so it's no wonder so many people yearn for it.

But Meng Cuo couldn't be happy when he thought about the matter between Xiaobai Village and Baiyumen.

He decided to go back immediately to pack up his things and run away, but unexpectedly, trouble had already arrived.

Along the way up the mountain, Meng Cuo saw lights in the Baiyumen Hall, which had never been lit.

Could it be that Ying Nanhui lit the lamp because Xue Jiu came?

Meng Cuo frowned, feeling something was wrong.

As soon as he approached the barely intact main hall, he saw Ying Nanhui standing in the side hall and waving to him.

Meng Cuo knew that something must have happened, and when he hurried past, he saw a monk sitting in the main hall, drinking tea with a teacup, looking arrogant.

Xue Jiu was thrown to sit on a chair, and finally smiled when she saw Meng Cuo come back.

Meng Cuo ignored him, only lowered his voice and asked Ying Nanhui: "What's going on?"

Ying Nanhui didn't know what to say, Xue Jiushi said calmly, "That man claims to be from Xiangshan Sect, and he came to Baiyumen to collect tribute."

The sect below should pay respect to the sect above, this is the rule, and this is just the right time.

Meng Cuo's heart sank, it seemed that the man was temporarily coaxed by Ying Nanhui and Xue Jiu.

Xiangshan sect is one of the eighteen sects.

"Nanhui." Meng Cuo suddenly called out.

Ying Nan replied, "Yes."

He looked up at Meng Cuo, waiting for Meng Cuo to order.

Meng Cuo glanced at Xue Jiu and said, "Untie him and connect his hands."

Xue Jiu raised his eyebrows, seeing Ying Nanhui approaching, he pressed his dislocated hand back with a click, he rubbed his wrist, stretched his waist, "Master Meng is really kind-hearted. "

Meng Cuo sneered: "My apprentice can't coax that person, it must be your idea. I think you already have a way to deal with the Xiangshan Sect comer."

Thinking about what he saw when he came all the way, even though he cleaned it up, he could still see that Baiyumen had been wiped out.

Preconceived thinking made Xue Jiu think that this was the work of Meng Cuo. He thought that Meng Cuo was vicious, and it was normal to erase the writing on the boundary marker after destroying Baiyumen.

Now, Xue Jiu stared at Meng Cuo: "Master Meng, don't you already have an idea?"