C10 The Crisis Was Coming

On the way back, Qin Murong couldn't help but think about his own situation.

Confusion!

Yes, Qin Murong didn't know what he should do. He came to an unfamiliar world muddle-headed. All of a sudden, all of the debts and grudges in his previous life were written off, and nothing was left.

Even if it was an enemy that he once hated so much that he wanted to swallow it alive, he could no longer see it now.

If he could not see his end, he would not be able to make him regret coming to this world. In fact, the other party might even live a good life. He would live a safe and sound life until he reached his seventies and eighties.

The past had nothing to do with him anymore. It had nothing to do with the entire world.

Then... in the past world, he was truly dead.

In this world, he was alive again.

Then what was he going to do? Work hard? Do I have the courage to climb the peak?

In his previous life, he did it. Standing at the peak of a certain field, what he obtained was not happiness, but endless loneliness and shameless betrayal!

To live again, he really did not want to walk the same old path as before. He really did not want to experience the bitterness of his previous life.

But life was like this. Sleeping on the cold and hard bed, he hoped to have a warm and dry blanket.

Eating porridge, he hoped to have good food.

He wanted others to respect him a bit, at least not bow and bend in front of everyone...

There were also two cute little girls, there weren't many people who were really good to him.

Qin Murong did not know how to express his feelings. He could only choose to let them exchange their true feelings for wealth.

And all of these pursuits were actually walking forward, climbing up, step by step, returning to the old path.

Life was like this. No matter how strong a person was, they didn't have much choice in front of it.

There was no need to do anything, no need to worry about food and clothing, no need to worry about life, life happiness, being respected by others... There was no such thing in this world. There is no such person!

He raised his hand, his palm slightly trembling.

"His body is too weak. If this continues, I don't know how many more years he can live. It would be better to strengthen his body first."

His injuries had mostly recovered after these few days of recuperation. Qin Murong also had his own training plan in mind.

At the very least, he had to be like an ordinary person. At the very least, he had to have more strength than Little White and Xiao Lann.

As he was walking, he suddenly saw a small stall in front of him. It landed at the corner of the street.

A person with a simple and honest face wearing strange clothes was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws. He was talking to an old woman.

"It's only ten copper coins. If I'm right, then... You bought a future for ten copper coins. When the time comes, you will naturally turn misfortune into fortune and seek fortune to solve the disaster. " If not, then... If you are not allowed, you can just treat it as ten copper coins buying a piece of heartfelt advice. Doesn't it feel good listening to it? It can even make you happy. When you are happy, the food is delicious. When you sleep well, the white hair on your head might turn black. If he lived for another hundred years, let alone four generations, he would be able to live in the same house. If he went underground and met his ancestors, Then, he would tell them that his mother had finally managed to protect this business for the rest of her life. And I've kept it well. I don't owe my ancestors any more! "

When the old woman heard that, she frowned and even reached out her hand to knock on the other party's head.

After all, people are afraid of death. It's quite unlucky to say that it's underground.

However, when the old woman finished beating him up, she took out ten copper coins and threw them on his table. She sat across from him and said with a smile: "Tell me, you can't say it unpleasantly!"

That person chuckled. Sure enough, his mouth was like a river that flowed endlessly, full of pleasant words. What the old woman said made her heart bloom with joy. Before she left, she even threw a copper coin on the stall.

The man took it and stood up to give it to her. Then, he put the copper coin in his pocket while no one was paying attention to him. Then, he opened his small but bright eyes and looked for his guest again.

Sure enough, he saw another guy with a worried face. He immediately rushed forward and blocked the other party's path. Then, he took two steps back and said with a long sigh, "The sky is high and the water is clear. There are seven or eight things that are unfair in this world, and many things that are troubling me."

Then, he looked at that person and said, "Does the guest have any troubles? Why don't I help you resolve it? At the very least, I can let you express your sorrow."

That person originally wanted to scold someone, but when he heard this fellow's words and seemed to be slightly interesting, he nodded and was forcefully pulled to the front of the stall by the other party.

It was another guest.

However, this time, it was thirty copper coins.

Qin Murong's eyes lit up when he saw this.

He did not go over directly. Instead, he walked back and forth in front of his stall a few times, waiting for the other party to come over and hit on him. However, the other party clearly did not have this intention. He just kept counting the money, dozens of copper coins, and counted back and forth a few times. The number was shining, but it still did not stop.

Qin Murong frowned for a moment. He strode over and asked in a deep voice, "I have been walking back and forth a few times. Why don't you come over and say something?"

That man rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "I really can't forget about your Young Master Qin. I can't tell you."

Qin Murong asked curiously, "Do you know me?"

That person said, "I don't know him. It was just that Young Master made a big fuss at the Hundred Fortune Gambling Store the year before last. Coincidentally, the young master was there too. He took a look from afar."

"You can remember it with just one look?"

"What's so difficult about that? I only know 1% of the 100 thousand households in Wei City, almost a million people. It's nothing special."

Qin Murong narrowed his eyes.

One percent? Ten thousand people!

A person could remember the appearance and name of ten thousand people. This was already considered a "special ability.

Qin Murong had a good memory, but he had seen one person in his previous life. He was amazed.

He was once an opponent in business. Every meeting he met came from all over the world, and most of them had never interacted with each other. Thus, they told each other about the meeting, and then discussed the details of the meeting.

When that fellow stood up and spoke, everyone would address him from left to right. Everyone would address him by his title and name, and in between, six different languages would be interspersed according to the different countries of the other side. It was a breathtaking sight!

Everyone present was surprised by his memory, and also felt that they were respected, which was why they were very friendly to him. In the future, he had also caused a lot of trouble for Qin Murong.

Now that they had met such a person, they were lucky that they were no match for him. They were also glad that they had become friends.

Qin Murong smiled gently and slowly sat on the chair. Then, he raised his hand and said, "This little stall of yours is quite interesting. It is known as fortune-telling, but it does a job of comforting people and pacifying their emotions. There is a special title in a certain place called Psychiatrist."

"Psychiatrist? What is that?"

"You don't need to know. It's just slang."

"Oh..." That person was silent for a while, but then he chuckled, "This Wei City seems to be prosperous. People are happy and healthy, but no one can deny it. The people who live here are all struggling to live a normal life. Struggling, they built this intoxicating city. Ten years ago, I felt that I would definitely make a name for myself. But ten years later, today, I feel that being an ordinary person is also not bad. Ordinary is not easy. "Ordinary is not easy."

Qin Murong nodded slowly. "Things in the world are just one word."

"A word?" That person was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud. "This word is good!"

Qin Murong looked up and smiled. "Do you want to use a different way of living?"

The man said with a bitter face, "Even if you are the Young Master of Qin family, the Young Master of Jiang family doesn't even know my name. It is really suspicious to say such a thing."

Qin Murong said, "What? Are you worried that I will lie to you?"

"I'm not worried about that, but it just makes me feel uncertain."

"I see."

Qin Murong thought for a moment and asked, "What's your name?"

Unexpectedly, the man blushed and said, "My surname is Xue."

"I asked for your name."

"Grass Character Inhuman."

" I want to ask for your name. "

"His nickname is Xue Half Fairy."

"I asked for his name!"

... "Alright, my name is Xue Dazui."

"Pfft!"

Qin Murong did not laugh.

The two girls behind him burst out laughing.

Even if they covered their mouths in time.

They didn't know that such actions would cause the sound to become even louder.

Xue Dazui's face turned even redder, but he could only say, "The name was given by the forefathers, and I dare not disobey."

Qin Murong spread out his hands and said, "Look, I am not smiling."

"You must be laughing in your heart."

"You can't see my heart. How can you tell whether I'm laughing or not?"

Qin Murong sighed and said, "Using your own judgment to judge others is two kinds of taboo. You specialize in people's hearts. Logically speaking, you should not have made such a mistake."

Xue Dazui thought for a moment, then stood up and bowed respectfully. He said, "Thank you very much!"

Qin Murong said, "If you want to thank me, why don't you follow my arrangements and leave. Now, we can be considered to know each other's identities."

"You don't know me."

No need. I only need someone who works for me. "

"What job?"

"I have a shop that collaborates with people. I need a manager now. I think you are a good candidate."

"I see..."

The income is very high, and as long as the income is not bad, there will be some mistakes... I will not care. "

This is considered a huge power, even a lack of money!

Cui Damao pondered for a moment, as if he had seriously thought about it before saying, "Forget it, I am used to being carefree and undisciplined. If I were to carry a burden on my body, I'm afraid I would go crazy."

"Are you sure?"

I'm sure. "

Qin Murong sighed, stood up and said, "If you change your mind, you can come to the Jiang family to find me."

"I don't think so."

"Remember it first."

"Don't worry, it's very easy for this lowly one to find a person."

"Okay."

Qin Murong did not insist. He left with the two girls.

There were some things that were destined to happen. It was impossible for them to fail.

Fate and fate were two separate things in the first place.

As for now, it was not forced, because Qin Murong still had more important things to do!

From the night he went to the gambling den, he had felt uneasy, but he could not find the reason.

Then, it was Liu Si who ambushed him, letting him know about a thing called Bright Moon Cult.

Liu Si definitely didn't swell up for no reason. There must be a certain reason. There were some things that he did not dare to say even if he was tortured. Even if he was going to die, he would at least let that matter rot in his stomach. At the same time, he couldn't help but burst with confidence and commit such a suicidal act.

In addition, Elder Chong said that there was someone important who wanted to come...

Therefore, when everything was connected, Qin Murong immediately sensed a trace of danger.

The Bright Moon Cult might want to cause trouble!

And it was a huge matter!

An important person, The exact location... was definitely not a coincidence.

Now, it was just a matter of time.

People, locations, all of these were available. Then time was the most important thing.

At this moment, Qin Murong suddenly thought of a festival that Little White and Xiao Lann had been talking about. It seemed to be a celebration for everyone and a curfew was waived. All the civilians could go to the streets as they pleased...

That was really suitable to stir up trouble!

"Xiao Lann, the festival that you mentioned earlier..."

"Is Young Master asking about the Fire Phoenix Festival?"

"That's right! What exactly is this festival? I didn't really care about holidays before."

In the eyes of the two little girls, their son-in-law must have been "celebrating every day" and "shouting every day." Naturally, he didn't understand the importance of holidays to ordinary people.

Xiao Bai immediately said excitedly, "Fire Phoenix Festival is very lively! Legend has it that our Great Liang Country established our country because of the fire phoenix that descended from the sky. It was said that when the Fire Phoenix stopped in the mortal world, the scorching flames on its body burned a piece of land. When the Fire Phoenix returned, people would plow on the ground that had been burned. After years of harvest, there were more and more people gathered. First they built a city, then they built a country. Only after a thousand years of inheritance did they have the power to unify the Great Liang Country's Nine States! "And the Fire Phoenix Festival is the legendary moment when the fire phoenix descends."

Qin Murong didn't know if the fire phoenix existed or not.

However, there was one thing he was sure of. They were already in the middle of autumn. It was the time of harvest, the time when the people would reap the highest returns in the year. There was no need to continue farming, and there was nothing else to do. It was the perfect time to celebrate. In addition, some people who liked to write stories created a legend, which made people feel interesting and convinced. Over time, it became a so-called traditional festival.

Everything had its roots, and the roots were forever inseparable from real life.

It was not clear whether the fire phoenix had set the prairie ablaze or not, but there was indeed a method of farming in ancient times. It was to burn the withered grass and make the land fertile so that the annual harvest could be guaranteed.

Qin Murong thought for a moment and asked, "How long is the Fire Phoenix Festival?"

Xiao Lann counted with her fingers and said, "Young Master, there are still twenty-three days."

"Hm? It's pretty fast."

Qin Murong thought there was still a long time, but there were only twenty-three days?

Should he leave this place or find a way to hide? This was a problem.

However, Qin Murong did not have the freedom to choose.

Because of his identity!

A fat husband could not leave his home as he wished. He was like a concubine. If he wanted to go out to the streets, he would need to report.

Qin Murong was a little envious of those who married the princess. Although they were also spon-in-law, they could be considered free. It was fine as long as they treated the princess as a guest. Then, they would each play their own ways. They would not interfere with each other and would not disturb each other. Life was a complete pleasure.

In his previous life, he did not enjoy the slightest bit of life.

He did not even have the time to covet and enjoy.

At that time... he was only five years old. He lived like a pig in the smuggler ship for more than a month. Then, a huge wave came and overturned the ship. Most of the people died.

Her mother found a plastic bucket that was filled with garbage. There was an iron pendant hanging from the bottom of the bucket. She stuffed food and drink into the bucket. She struggled for two days and two nights in the boundless sea. When she was in a daze, she looked at Qin Murong in the bucket and sang over and over again with a smile.

"Don't cry, don't cry. It's a smooth journey to get through this part of the journey. Drive well and live in a villa. You will only walk the prosperous road in your life..."

Qin Murong, who was lucky enough to survive, did not dare to rest and work hard to survive. He did not even have a second to catch his breath.

His life was precious.

There was no possibility of danger at all.