The Guoshan Sect is located in the Zhao Kingdom on the edge of the Southern Territory of Nanshan. It was once the first of the four major sects in the Zhao Kingdom, and even the entire Southern Territory was quite famous. However, it has declined now, and its status is not what it used to be, and it does not have the same status as before.

Brilliant, now in Zhao State, it can only be regarded as the last.

In fact, the name of the Kuoshan Sect was not originally called this, but there was a monk who caused a sensation in the entire Southern Territory thousands of years ago. This man called himself the Patriarch of the Kuoshan, and even forcibly changed the name of the sect to the Kuoshan Sect, and he was so tyrannical.

Almost all the treasures of the sects in the Zhao Kingdom were plundered, and their reputation was unparalleled.

But now, thousands of years have passed, things have changed and people have changed. The ancestor of Guoshan has been missing for more than four hundred years. If his life and death are not unknown, there may be future troubles. I am afraid that he has been annexed by other sects. The current Guoshan sect has sunk to the west, and with the addition of Zhao Guo

The resources are limited, and those who are squeezed out by the other three sects have to recruit disciples even if they want to recruit handymen, let alone open a sect openly and recruit disciples.

Following the green-robed man behind him, Meng Hao walked along the mountain path of the Backing Sect. Everything around him was like a peach orchard, with strange rocks and strange trees everywhere. Among the green mountains and green waters, there were luxurious lofts in the clouds and mist, as if they were made of tiles.

Paved with jade, Meng Hao sighed repeatedly when he saw it. However, the little fat man next to him cried in mourning all the way, which made Meng Hao feel that it had spoiled the artistic conception of this place.

"It's over, it's over, it's really over this time..."

"I want to go home. There are big steamed buns at home, fish and meat at home..."

"Damn, damn, in the future I should inherit the family's ancestral land, become a master, and have several concubines. I shouldn't work here as a handyman..." The little fat man trembled and murmured with a sad face,

Tears in eyes.

He muttered all the way until after half a cup of tea, a cold voice came from the man in green robe walking in front.

"If you say another nonsense, I'll cut your tongue out."

The little fat man's body trembled violently, his eyes showed strong fear, and he quickly covered his mouth, and his body trembled more violently.

This scene fell in Meng Hao's eyes, and he suddenly felt that things were not as good as he thought. However, he had a resolute personality, so he took a deep breath at this moment and did not say much.

It didn't take long. Halfway up the mountain, Meng Hao saw several rows of bungalows exposed among the rolling clouds and mist ahead. Seven or eight young men were wearing the same burlap gown. They were all sitting tiredly outside the houses.

A few people noticed Meng Hao, but most of them ignored them.

Not far away, on a rock, sat a young man wearing a light blue gown. This man's face was slightly longer, like a horse's face, and his clothes were obviously more luxurious than those young men. His expression was cold, but when he saw that

After the man in green robe came up, Meng Hao stood up and bowed respectfully to the man in green robe with clasped fists.

"Meet Senior Brother."

"These two are new handymen on the mountain. Please tell me how to arrange their accommodation." The man in green robe looked impatient. After speaking, he turned around and walked away without even looking at Meng Hao and the other two.

After he left, the horse-faced young man sat down cross-legged again and glanced coldly at Meng Hao and the little fat man.

"This is the Northern District's handyman office. The Backing Sect does not raise waste. Now that you two have come here to work as half-year-old handymen, you will not be able to go down the mountain until the end of your term. If you escape midway, the barren mountains will be full of beasts, and you will die without life.

Receive the handyman shirt, and from now on, you will be isolated from the mortal world and work as a handyman with peace of mind." The horse-faced young man looked at Meng Hao and the two men and spoke coldly.

The little fat man's body was trembling even more, with despair in his eyes. Meng Hao's expression looked very calm, with an inexplicable look hidden in his eyes, which made the horse-faced young man pay more attention to Meng Hao. He had been here for many years and had seen many people being raped.

There were not many young men captured as handymen who were as calm as the Meng Hao in front of him.

"You have a good character. You and other handymen do not have to be full-time. You can also practice on weekdays. If you can reach the first level of Qi Condensation, you will no longer be a handyman and can be promoted to become a disciple of the outer sect." The horse-faced young man said calmly and said loudly.

With a flick of his sleeve, a long linen gown appeared in front of Meng Hao and the little fat man, with a thumb-sized wooden sign engraved with the word "Miscellaneous" on it.

In addition, there is a small booklet with three small words written on it.

Qi Condensation Volume.

When these three little words fell into Meng Hao's eyes, Meng Hao's breathing immediately became short. He stared at the pamphlet, and what instantly came to his mind were the compliments the man in green robe had said to the cold-faced woman.

The seventh level of Qi Condensation mentioned.

"One can become a disciple of the outer sect at the first level of Qi Condensation. The woman who came to capture me is at the seventh level of Qi Condensation... What is Qi Condensation? Could it be that this is the legendary method of cultivating immortals.

This should be regarded as the wages of a handyman. Although this kind of wages is not silver, if you can take it out, you can definitely sell it for hundreds of gold!" Meng Hao's heart was pounding, he grabbed the gown, put the wooden sign and the booklet

Package included.

"The seventh room at the west end is where you two live. Starting from tomorrow, your job is to chop wood. Each of you has ten wood per day. If you can't do it, you won't have to eat." After the horse-faced young man finished speaking, he closed his door.

Blinded.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, followed the other's example before, bowed with his hands clasped and pulled the little fat man, and hurriedly walked towards the house. This place seemed to be a courtyard that had been enlarged many times. He found it by following the house numbers outside the bungalows.

In the seventh room on the west side, push the door and step in.

The room was not big. In addition to two small beds, there was also a table. Although it was simple, it was very clean. After sitting down on the bed, the little fat man could no longer hold on and burst into tears.

He was only twelve or thirteen years old, and when he cried, his voice was extremely loud, and the echo could be heard even outside.

"My father is a rich man, and I should be a rich man too. I don't do any handyman work..." The little fat man cried very sadly, and his fat body trembled as his body trembled.

"Don't cry. In fact, it's not bad if you think about it. We work for immortals. How many people would envy us." Meng Hao quickly closed the door and comforted him.

"I don't want to work, my family is rich, and... I have finished my marriage arrangements and paid the bride price. I have pity on my beautiful little wife who has not yet married. Isn't this going to make me a widow..." The little fat man cried more and more sadly.

.

Meng Hao looked a little weird, secretly thinking that this little fat guy was not that big, but he actually said they were kissing each other. At his age, he had never even touched a woman's hand. He couldn't help but sigh that it would be better to be rich. This little fat guy's family had a lot of wealth.

I have no worries about food and clothing, but I am completely broke. I sold my ancestral home last year, and now I still owe a lot of debt to Zhou Yuanwai.

However, Meng Hao was happy when he thought about his debts. He thought that he had already come here, and if Zhou Yuanwai had the ability, he would come to him. If he didn't, he would be half-dead by the time he left, and he would probably be... gone.

After thinking about it, Meng Hao felt that this place was nice. He could provide food and clothing without spending any money, and he even had to pay hundreds of gold worth of wages before even working. Especially since this was a place where immortals lived, Meng Hao felt that coming here even more.

For myself, it can be said that it is a chance of survival.

Disturbed by the little fat man's crying, Meng Hao simply picked up the pamphlet inside his burlap shirt, sat cross-legged on the bed and flipped through it. He opened the first page and read the first sentence. Meng Hao was a little stunned.

"Everyone should have a backer. If a mortal has a lifetime of wealth, if a monk has a lifetime of worry-free life, if he joins my backer sect, I will have a backer." This is the opening line in the booklet, signed by the patron ancestor.

There were only a few crosses, but there was an unspeakable domineering air, and there were also naked remarks about seeking a patron. Meng Hao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that this sentence made sense.

"The Backing Sect, could this be the true meaning of the Backing Sect? As a person, you need to find a backer. Once you find a backer, you will be rich and worry-free throughout your life." The more Meng Hao thought about it, the more he felt that this sentence was very correct. He thought that if he had a high official as his backer, how could he do it?

He failed the rankings three times in a row. When he was feeling emotional, he had a vague respect for this patron ancestor whom he had never met before. He felt that a certain door in life had been slowly opened with these words.

"That is to say, I have to use various methods to find a supporter for myself in this patron sect, so that I can be worry-free here." Meng Hao's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he continued to flip through the booklet in his hand, forgetting

Time passed and I forgot the cry of the little fat man next to me.

It was late at night, when the little fat man was tired from crying and fell asleep. When the sound of snoring echoed through the house, Meng Hao reluctantly closed the booklet. Although he looked a little tired, the look in his eyes was very charming.

"This book is not worth a hundred gold, it is worth a thousand gold!" Meng Hao murmured to himself. He had dreamed of becoming an official and becoming a rich man all his life. If the evaluation of something could be worth a thousand gold, then this thing would be worth a thousand gold.

For him, it has been elevated to a level second only to life.

In the midst of excitement, the little fat man's snoring suddenly came. When Meng Hao looked around, he saw the little fat man sitting up from the bed with his eyes closed, beating his hands wildly, and mumbling something.

"I'll beat you to death for grabbing my steamed buns. I'll bite you to death if you dare to snatch my wife." As he said that, the little fat man closed his eyes and got up from the bed. He fought vigorously around the room.

He accidentally touched the table, but what made Meng Hao's eyes widen was that the little fat man actually bit the corner of the table hard, leaving a deep tooth mark, and then went back to bed and continued to sleep.

The purring came again.

Meng Hao looked at the little fat man for a long time, and after confirming that this person had the habit of sleepwalking, he glanced at the corner of the table. He vaguely felt that this little fat man should not be messed with while sleeping, so he moved a little further away cautiously, looking down at the booklet, his expression continued to be excited.

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"The ninth level of Qi Condensation, the road to immortality, working for immortals and giving them the opportunity to become immortals is the biggest salary. I don't believe that if I become an immortal, I won't be able to become a rich man!" Meng Hao said tightly!

He grabbed the booklet with a strong light in his eyes, as if he saw another path besides reading.

At this moment, the door of the house suddenly banged and someone kicked it open, followed by a cold snort that entered the room.

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