Fantasy sign-in: Lao Tzu is rich

Chapter 58

Mei Gan stood in front of a dilapidated mountain gate, looking back at Wang Dali with disbelief in his eyes.

Seeing Wang Dali nodding clearly, and looking at the plaque on the mountain gate tightly entangled with vines, Qiongguizong...

Will there be Emperor Wu in this place?

If Wang Dali hadn't told him, Mei Gan would have thought this place was the general altar of the Beggar Gang.

"Stop! Who?"

Meigan took a deep breath, and was leaning against a young man next to the pillar under the mountain gate, and no one noticed him before he made a sound.

"I'm here to pay a visit to the lord of your sect."

"A bill?"

"what?"

"No, just go in."

As soon as he waved his hand, the young man let out a scream, which went straight into the sky.

Mei Gan saw that this person had no intention of leading her in, so she walked in.

Wang Dali followed up with some embarrassment: "Well, boss, I was just affiliating at that time. After Ruan Dan separated, all the disciples who were affiliated with me like me in the sect dispersed. Counting it, it has been almost ten years. It's not familiar."

"However, I'll get to know the suzerain after a while. It's good to pay the suzerain first."

After a stick of incense time, in the suzerain's room.

"Don't even think about it! How is the lord? He's also kicked out! You're nothing!"

"Uh, old Fu, I'm Dali..."

"Who are you? You are a miracle and it's useless!"

Wang Dali was a little embarrassed, and before entering the door, he said that he used to drink and brag with this Fushou, but now it's good, his face was thrown to the ground and smashed into pieces.

"It's not you, why don't you change your mind? Then when Ruan Dan was the suzerain..."

Wang Dali couldn't hold back his face and began to pick his small intestines, and Mei Gan let him speak without holding back.

Sure enough, he paid the bill and became violent: "Then you go find him! What are you doing in my little ruined temple? Get out! Don't send him off!"

"Eh? You! Boss, don't stop me! I'll beat him to death!"

Wang Dali was dragged out of the door by Mei Gan and Zhao Ming.

"Boss, he deserves a severe beating!..."

It was also the first time Mei Gan saw Wang Dali blushing with a thick neck, and patted him on the shoulder: "Oh, forget it, some things go with the flow, let's go, let's go around when it's all here."

The Qionggui clan has been passed down for eight generations, and the founder of the first generation is said to be amazingly talented, and even eventually surpassed the category of warriors, and he doesn't know where he is going.

The purpose of the sects of the past dynasties is also very simple, to pursue the limit of martial arts, how to get out of the horns.

Over the years, many highly qualified warriors bid farewell to this world in various wonderful ways.

For example, there are those who retreated and broke through the realm, but were still unsuccessful, and finally starved to death if they couldn't get out of the customs; Shen Hou was able to be invulnerable to a hundred poisons, and was finally drunk to death by drinking two large vats of poison...

All these, although it is a special case of poor brains in the past eight generations, the fact that these people can gather here is enough to show that the overall atmosphere of this sect is like this.

As Mei Gan walked, she saw a big and powerful man, with his hands raised above his head, walking in circles on the spot. Those hands were the size of a small washbasin, and except for some fat spots, his whole body was full of horizontal exercises.

He is a master of body training, especially palm training.

After turning around a few times, he stood in front of an iron pot, put his palms into the pot and kept stirring... Chestnuts...

"Komoriko!"

"Huh? Brother Dali! Hahaha! Wait for me, wait for me!"

This is the first one in Qionggui sect to see Wang Dali smiling.

It wasn't until this little Morizi finished frying that he came with a paper bag of chestnuts.

"Try it quickly, the heat is just right!"

Meigan looked at the burnt chestnuts, but couldn't eat them for a long time.

"This hunk, how come you are here to stir-fry chestnuts instead of practicing?"

"What kind of elegance! If you don't do some research on business, I will starve to death! You still have to practice like a bird!"

"Then Lao Liu and Xiao Zhao both ran out to be massaged by others! Even if I stir-fry some chestnuts, it might not be enough for me to eat myself!"

After finishing speaking, the big-armed and round-chested Komori got a little annoyed and started to eat a chestnut by himself.

Wang Dali also shook his head, he didn't expect to be here?

"Didn't think about anything else? How is this a way to survive? It's a joke that this business can support warriors."

"Before I heard that someone from the palace wanted us to paddle across as a whole, but the sect refused."

When Mei Gan heard it, there was still a business rush?

"We actually know that it will be a matter of time to do this, but instead of going to the palace and being used as cannon fodder, it is better to stay in the sect and leave while specializing in martial arts..."

"You all think so?"

"At least five hundred people thought so at the last sect meeting."

"We have a total of sects?"

"510 people."

Mei Gan was scratching her head a little bit, these people are brainless, after listening to Wang Dali say that Ruan Dan from Tianwu Club just couldn't hold on anymore, once he was persuaded to go out and set up his own family, it became a big deal all of a sudden.

Not to mention the prosperity of business, once the Tianwu Club was established, they still specialized in martial arts.

"Your surname?"

"The last name is Ty and the first name is Sen."

"Ty... Sen?"

"Brother, if you have something to say, just say it."

"What is the purpose of pursuing the limit of martial arts?"

"Search for the highest level of cultivation!"

"Then what do you rely on?"

"will!"

Meigan was choked. Are these people's heads filled with lead?

Wang Dali explained in a timely manner: "The Qionggui Sect accepts orphans from all over the world, and selects those with high aptitude as disciples. They only have the highest martial arts in their minds since they were young. They pay tribute to the first generation. It has been like this for many years."

"Hey! Brother Dali, you mentioned this again, it's called faith and longing..."

Speaking of this piece, the plums are ripe!

"Uh, I'm taking the liberty to ask a few more questions. If you want to pursue the highest level of martial arts, is it faster to have resources or not?"

"There are resources."

"Then, is it meaningful to pursue martial arts supremacy, or is it meaningful to look at it from afar?"

"It's not nonsense!"

"You have the time to fry chestnuts, isn't it good to pursue martial arts?"

"Is your brain sick? I'm going to starve to death!"

"Well, so, with money and resources, you can better pursue the highest level of martial arts, right?"

"Hey me? What are you doing... It seems... a little..."

"The prince's mansion can't go either! That place is for us to work hard. After going there, my mind will be disturbed, so how can I pursue martial arts?"

"Don't go there! Come to me instead!"

"Look at it, look at it, the fox's tail is exposed? Do you really think I'm stupid?"

Mei Gan smiled and continued: "I provide you with cultivation resources and life support, but you still continue to pursue your martial arts limits!"

"How can there be such a good thing!"

"I have it. I'm actually a philanthropist. I don't want to see the martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom become lonely, and I prefer to see the sect with eight generations of inheritance cut off."

"Then you...don't order that?"

"Yes! This sect has to be incorporated into my Temple of Wealth."

Tyson looked at Wang Dali, who gave him a positive look.

"I'll have to talk to someone about it."