There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

The heavy rain has not stopped.

The night has fallen.

The darkness has completely emerged from the depths of the sky, and with the heavy rain, it has descended on the earth. It is pitch dark around the inn, and only the lanterns in front of the door are shining red, swaying in the dark night like a candle in the wind.

After entering the door, it is another scene.

The four walls of the lobby are hung with palace lanterns, and on the table, candles made of spermaceti from the East China Sea are lit. The lights are swaying and shining, illuminating the lobby of the inn like daylight. The children of the noble families gathered together, toasting each other, and praising each other.

In the future, they will all be fellow disciples, and they all come from the north of Moxingling. They are natural allies. At this time, they naturally have to make good friends.

Wealth, companions, Dharma, and land!

The four elements of cultivation.

At this time, it is companions.

The meaning of companions does not specifically refer to Taoist companions, but also friends and connections.

Many friends, many connections, many relationships... In this way, whether it is the exchange of interests or the exchange of resources, it will be easier than others.

For the same business, even if the price is different, one is slightly higher, but they are strangers, and the other is slightly lower, but they are friends. Generally speaking, most people will choose to trade with friends. After all, it is not easy to be deceived.

Of course, there is also the thing of killing the familiar.

However, doing so will completely ruin your reputation in the circle, and you will be excluded and blocked by the circle, which can be said to be more than the gain.

Except for a very small number of dandies, most of the children of the aristocratic families are good at dancing with long sleeves, have a long-term vision, treat people gently and politely, and have a graceful demeanor.

Well, I need to explain here.

The so-called people are those who are equal to their status.

It is best to be well-matched and have a similar family character. Even if there is a difference, it is not much. Of course, some are very different, but they are their own vassal families, then they will treat them kindly, and serve them reluctantly.

As for the families that have never been ranked.

They are not even from a poor family, but only from a powerful family.

They can barely be treated as lackeys.

What if they are not even powerful?

How can they be considered human beings?

They are just low-class people, not even qualified to be in the same room with me.

Basically, the above are the common perceptions of the children from aristocratic families. Of course, there are not many people like Sun Yu'an who want to dig out the other party's eyes just because the low-class people looked at them more.

Most of them ignore them.

There is no need to go toss for this.

Of course, if they run into me in the future, I may also do something to make this annoying guy disappear.

In the lobby, in addition to these children from aristocratic families, Bai Tianxing and Gu Xiaoman are also there. As a licking dog, Bai Tianxing is naturally there wherever Gu Xiaoman is.

Lishui Tower recruits more women because of the practice.

Chihuo Tower is also due to the practice, and basically all men.

Just like Nie Wushuang's previous life, majors such as auto repair, construction and geology are basically all male, and it is completely a Buddhist temple. Majors such as nursing and kindergarten teachers are mostly female, and males are rare.

The world is different, but human nature is the same.

They belong to the same alliance, so the Buddhist temples naturally prefer the nunnery, and it is only natural that they will stick to it when they get the chance.

Mu Qing is not here.

He is nearly fifty years old this year and does not like the hustle and bustle, but likes quietness.

At this time, he has returned to his room, and it is unknown whether he is practicing or resting.

The life span of an internal force martial artist is similar to that of an ordinary martial artist, and seventy or eighty years old is considered longevity.

After all, practicing is an act of squeezing the potential of the human body, which is inevitably harmful to the body. The reason why they live longer than ordinary people is nothing more than that ordinary people are also tired of life, and their bodies have long been dragged down, but they cannot be nourished by elixirs like martial artists.

Becoming a divine martial artist will increase your life span.

Most of them can live to over a hundred.

The Earthly Evil Master is one hundred and forty-five.

The Heavenly Gang Master is close to two hundred.

Mu Qing, 45 years old, is not considered young among the divine martial artists, so regulating his breathing and body is a daily must.

After all, he still wants to find the evil spirit that suits him and transform it into a real person.

In the back kitchen of the inn, it is another scene.

Many people are busy.

When the children of the noble family go out, they naturally have to have followers. In addition to the guards of the internal martial artists, there are also horsemen, cooks, book boys and maids, as well as food and accommodation supplies, such as tea cups, porcelain bowls, food boxes, and even food...

After all, those rotten things outside are really hard to eat.

If there is no such pomp when traveling, how can it be considered as the style of a noble family?

"Shijian, the young master's favorite jade whale oil is gone. Go to the carriage shelf and get a bottle. Without this stuff, this pot of food will be useless. The young master will definitely not eat a bite. If you blame it, you and I will have to bear the consequences!"

A chef shook the pot hard on the stove.

He shouted to one side.

He was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, with delicate features, neatly dressed, all made of silk, holding a food box with empty dishes in it. It was obvious that he was a servant serving the noble.

"Oh."

Shi Jian responded.

He hurriedly put the food box on an empty table beside him, turned around, squeezed out of the crowd, and ran out of the door.

The carriages and other things were naturally parked in the backyard, where Nie Wushuang and others were. Downstairs from them was a stable, where the mounts and horses pulling the carriages were tied to the stables, and the carriages were also parked in a shed, so that they would not be washed away by the heavy rain.

There is no eaves connecting the kitchen to the shed where the carriage is placed. You have to go through the courtyard and stand in the rain.

Shi Jian ran into the heavy rain without hesitation.

On the eaves, a boy servant wanted Shi Jian to bring an umbrella, but Shi Jian ran out before he could say anything.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The newcomer is still inexperienced!

It is right to race against time, but you can't go without an umbrella. In a while, you have to serve the dishes. If you appear in front of the young master with your whole body wet, such embarrassment will naturally make the young master unhappy. The young master will not think that you are loyal, but will only think that you have lost his face.

After entering the rain curtain, his figure was blocked by the rain curtain and the night, and Shi Jian slowed down his pace and stopped in the rain.

He looked up at the sky and let the rain wash his face.

His expression changed.

Originally, no matter who he met, he would smile on his face, with two dimples hanging at the corners of his mouth, which made people look very festive.

This is also the reason why he was transferred to serve the Third Young Master not long after he entered the Zheng Family of Yanchuan. Even when the Third Young Master was able to enter the Shangjing Huafu, he was still able to bring him with him because he had limited people to bring with him.

In the eyes of the Zheng Family's fortune tellers, his fate was to support the master.

In other words, as long as Shi Jian often smiles on his face, there will be blessings transferred to the master he serves, enhancing the master's luck.

In Nie Wushuang's previous life, the so-called face reading was just a psychological game.

In this world, face reading is not a game, but a real supernatural power. The legendary Tianji Sect even has the ability to explore the secrets of heaven.

Of course, no ability can be obtained out of thin air.

Similar to this kind of Tianji technique, the bigger the thing you spy on, if it affects the operation of heaven and earth, the more serious the backlash the fortune teller will get.

Of course, reading the face and exploring the fate of ordinary people is just a small matter. Basically, the backlash is not serious.

Therefore, most of the noble families above the sixth rank would have a fortune teller at home to tell fortunes for the servants. After all, the servants are often the closest to the master. If the fortune is to hinder the master or have other intentions, it will not work.

Anyone with a slightly worse fortune will not be able to serve the master closely.

They will only be sent far away to do some rough work.

For the nobles who are high above, the fortune of Shijian is the best. He can stay by his side and serve closely. Even if he is not neat and tidy and makes mistakes occasionally, it is worth forgiving. After all, it can increase the luck of his family.

Unfortunately, there is no foolproof fortune-telling method in this world.

Sometimes, a good fortune teller can change a person's fortune, or put a mask on the real fortune. If your level is limited, you will only see the first fortune, which is the disguised one.

It is inevitable to be deceived.

After the smile on his face disappeared, Shijian's fortune changed greatly, and he was no longer the kind of fortune that supported the master.

The fate of supporting the master is just a mask given to him by the fortune teller.

He needs to keep smiling to appear, which is why Shi Jian will smile and nod whenever he meets someone.

In order to send him to the third son of the Zheng family.

After all, the third son of the Zheng family in Yanchuan is extremely talented and has the best chance to be admitted to Shangjing Huafu. If his fate is to support the master, he is very likely to be taken to Shangjing Huafu by the third son.

"Hehe..."

Letting the rain hit his face, Shi Jian sneered a few times.

I thought that this road of life could continue for a while, but after arriving here, I received a new order.

The road has come to an end.

Shi Jian walked through the rain curtain, but did not go to the stable.

Instead, he came to the front yard.

On a banyan tree in the front yard, there was a green wood flag.

The flag drooped its head in the rain, like a dejected deserter, but the rich vitality still spread out, covering the entire inn.

There was no one around.

Shi Jian came to the Qingmu Flag.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, leaned over, pointed it at the Qingmu Flag, and opened the bottle cap. A wisp of black mist escaped from the bottle, wrapped around the Qingmu Flag, and melted into it. In an instant, the green flag surface turned black.

Pollution!

At the same time, the rich vitality completely dissipated and completely changed, just like the world turned upside down, and there was a dead air running wildly in the inn.

"Who?"

There was a roar from inside the building.

Mu Qing broke out of the window and jumped towards the banyan tree.

"Hahaha!"

Shi Jian laughed up to the sky.

"Father!"

"Mother!"

"Fathers and villagers of Zhangjia Village in Zizhulin, Xiaoer has avenged you..."

After saying that, he lifted up his clothes with his left hand, took out a sharp ox-ear knife with his right hand, and thrust it into his lower abdomen, opening a cut of more than a foot long. He threw down the knife, endured the severe pain, reached into his lower abdomen, dug a few times inside, and pulled out a bloody one-inch wooden sculpture.

The wooden sculpture was a faceless man.

It was tightly bound by red chains.

When the wooden sculpture appeared in the air, it was washed by heavy rain, and the red chains on it broke inch by inch. At the same time, a thunderbolt fell and struck Shi Jian's head.

He shook his body and fell to the ground with a bang.

The wooden sculpture tightly held in his hand turned into a shadow and disappeared.

"How dare you, thief!"

Mu Qing was a step slower and watched the wooden sculpture dissipate.

His eyes were full of fear.