These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 484 Xirong is born!

The window of the restaurant.

Ning Zheng looked at the huge statue of Xirong that was as big as a mountain and raised the hammer high.

This statue is the location coordinates of Xirong City, and in the words of the Sword Fairy it is the "Statue of Freedom".

Holding high the hammer is a beacon of human civilization, exuding the breath of freedom!
Although Ning Zheng didn't understand much, she came here for three consecutive days and listened to the conversations of passers-by, who were talking about the situation in Kyushu and the general trend of the world.

Of course, the most important thing for him was to feel the changes in the luck value coming from the statue.

+2
+2
+2
Yes.

Some of Xirong's fanatical followers burned incense and worshipped in the square, occasionally providing a little bit of luck.

It probably only appears a few times every hour!
But the number is very small. Ning Zheng observed for a period of time and collected data that is roughly: there is only one -2 for every people.

after all.

Back then, the ratio was 1%, meaning only one out of every hundred people had true and unconditional trust.

After all, most people cannot even fully trust their own family members. This is the instinct of life.

But now, a hundred years have passed, and the feelings have become even weaker.

Most people come to the holy place to make a pilgrimage and pay their respects, just like passing by a Guanyin temple. They come mainly for tourism and the atmosphere, and are not sincere at all.

+2!

Another number popped up.

Ning Zheng sighed in her heart, "My luck points are limited in scope, and I feel like it's not bad for me to settle down here!"

"If a number jumps occasionally, it can add up to a lot."

To be honest, Ning Zheng didn't want to be born.

Live peacefully.

The mountain has been closed for a hundred years, so it’s okay to wait a few more months or even years.

But he was a little envious of the daily luck value of the [Xirong Sect].

[Wusheng Sect] has accumulated 100 female ghosts in the past 5 years, but this also means that there won't be many more in the short term.

There are only 10 luck points every day.

It takes ten days to get 100 million luck points, which is enough to advance one level. It is very uncomfortable!

And what about the followers of "Xirong Religion"?
It's right in front of us.

Countless people travel to worship the Xirong statue every day, but they refuse to eat the fat meat in their mouths.

This is so uncomfortable!
“A wave of people came out and rekindled their faith.”

"It is estimated that the number of people worshiping the statue will increase significantly. Even if they are just passing by for tourism, only one in ten thousand people will worship this statue. This is bound to be a huge number!"

Ning Zheng collects the luck of the dead ghosts every day. It is a fixed dividend and she earns interest regularly!
The living people in front of you are the source of unlimited windfall and the real business.

"We have to announce our birth. Snowballing is very important." Ning Zheng took a deep breath and looked into the distance.

at this time.

Xirong College, at the entrance.

In the square, the Sword Fairy was giving a speech, and there was a bustling crowd below.

"Everyone, our Xirong Master Craftsman is about to be born!"

"However, our first owner has become a remnant and is waiting to be revived. We are waiting for the owner to return with a special prayer method!"

The entire Xirong city was in an uproar, and the news spread in an instant.

There were even countless secret sentries passing messages in secret, and almost all the forces, big and small, in the entire Kyushu got the news.

"Xirong is born."

Countless messages are spreading.

In the restaurant where Ning Zheng was, many guests were drinking and chatting happily, but at this moment they all showed a look of surprise, and moved closer to the window to look at the statue in the distance.

“That one has returned.”

“Perhaps the second generation of owners has grown up?”

"This is a great hero, a great saint."

There was an explosion nearby instantly, and the noise filled the entire restaurant.

Ning Zheng silently poured a glass of wine, drank it gently, squinted at the excited restaurant guests, and said, "I hope it will be successful."

If successful, the guests of this restaurant will also be part of my leeks.

Seeing this, the Sword Fairy took out a small needle:

"Everyone! If you are willing, please contribute some strength. Our manor master will soon awaken and return."

The Sword Fairy teaches people how to use it:
"Poke your finger with a needle to create bubbles that will flow into this huge mountain Xirong statue. Pray to this statue in your heart! I am willing to pray for the return of our manor master!"

This small needle is made from shadow spirit rice and can poke out a tiny soul bubble.

The huge Xirong giant god was gathered together before by using similar means, chopping off the various leaders, and finally this giant god appeared.

The people were all excited.

"A hundred years have passed, Xirong is finally coming back?"

"But what does it mean to worship the statue? Could it be some new and unknown method?"

Even many readers' eyes lit up and they were extremely excited.

A hundred years is already a long time.

The babies who were born in the year of the world's destruction, if they were faster, have now become centenary monks in the Three Yuan Realm.

That Xirong is almost the idol of countless young people.

In an instant, everyone's communication tokens exploded.

"Hurry up and notify other fellow Taoists." "Hurry up and send a message to the family." "Let friends in the academy come to watch the show." "Come quickly, or you won't be able to grab a seat if you're slow." "What are you still doing in Xirong Academy? What? You're eating in the dormitory. Don't eat yet. Come quickly, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Countless people called upon their friends, and messages were transmitted through the extensive land veins, all of which had to be spread through Xinyizhou.

Xirong's status as a master craftsman is now extremely powerful. Over the years, countless young girls have clamored to marry this hero who can save the world.

Before this, only the Nine-Spiced Saint who opened up the post-natal era had ever been treated as the dream lover of all the girls in the country.

"I'm willing to give it a try!"

A scholar walked out and immediately became the focus of everyone.

The others cursed inwardly.

This guy acted really quickly, and they also wanted to take a step forward.

The scholar just poked his finger, bubbles came out, and he bowed to the statue of Xirong the God Craftsman.

Ning Zheng in the distance shook her head.

The showman has no respect for Xirong in his heart and has no -2 at all.

Whether it’s drawing blood beforehand or poking a small bubble in front of your eyes, these are ways to focus your attention.

While concealing the truth from others, the probability of a successful transaction will increase a lot.

Then, countless tourists and scholars came forward and poked their fingers with needles to salute the statue of this hero.

+2
After a while, another number popped up.

+2
Ning Zheng was immediately extremely satisfied.

This explosion rate is quite good!

If they are brainwashed into fanatics, like the Wusheng Cult, almost everyone can be -2.

But brainwashing others is so immoral!

It is equivalent to turning someone else's life into your own slave.

Only a cult would do this. Ning Zheng wouldn't be so wicked.

Besides, even if it is really done, what will the world think of Xirong Master Craftsman brainwashing others and establishing a cult?
Ning Zheng couldn't do this.

The current situation is quite good. They are brainwashed by a cult.

I am just a fan of the celebrity.

Get a group of rational star-chasers. Although the -2 ratio is not high, the population base is large and the benefits are very considerable!

This level is enough at the moment. Ning Zheng will resolutely crack down on the brainwashing of the Wusheng Cult. She wishes that more Wusheng cult members would die, and she would arrest them, suppress them, and imprison them to bring peace to the people!
+2
+2
+2
Ning Zheng was completely satisfied. The luck value was like your bank card deposit, jumping every few seconds. Only people who love saving money would understand that sense of accomplishment.

If it were an ordinary person, after getting the unexpected opportunity from the Wusheng Sect and the 10 luck points, he would just hide away and even be very happy.

But Ning Zheng is different. Children only want one of them, but he chooses to have them all.

After conquering the Wusheng Sect, he would harvest a wave of luck points from the Xirong Sect in order to earn more.

A two-pronged approach is the correct way to open it.

"If you are a brother, come and give me a shot! Let's do our part to help the great hero who saved the world, Master Xirong Manor!"

Among the crowd, there were already the common naval monsters in Zhujian Villa, led by Jiucairong, Erya, Yanhua and others, who were misleading people and adding fuel to the flames.

"You give me one shot, I give you one shot, and the great hero Xirong will be resurrected immediately!"

"You bow, I bow, and we become sworn brothers with Xirong, leading a new era of immortal weapons!"

"Every effort you make is to make the world a better place and to bring back the number one man in Kyushu."

This is the true face of this great savior hero.

In the previous attempts to save the world, they wanted to cheat the luck of the entire Kyushu at the same time, to show that they were a joint venture to save the world.

Now that he is dead, he deceives the people of Kyushu to trade with him, indicating that he is planning to revive through a joint venture.

Even Ning Zheng felt that she was a bit unethical, taking advantage of the people's simplicity, kindness and sincerity to cheat and steal their luck points.

Although -2 would not affect anything, a lie was a lie, and Ning Zheng felt guilty.

However, in order to allow the master craftsman Xirong to better lead the people of Jiuzhou, Ning Zheng decided to silently bear this huge guilt and pain, and be tortured by her conscience day and night.

At this time, the Sword Fairy was also leading the people, and she felt a pain in her heart, thinking:

"Alas, what kind and honest common people and scholars are there. We still use the navy to lead the rhythm, but we are willing to bear this pain. Who makes us the savior hero? But I would rather lie more and bear more pain!"

The guests in the restaurant could no longer sit still and went to the statue one after another to join in the fun, prick their fingers, make bubbles come out, and contribute to the resurrection of the owner of Xirong Manor.

Ning Zheng did not try to be the other way around. She blended into the crowd and headed towards the huge mountain statue.

"With this luck value, there will be more operations in the future."

"As for coming out into the world?"

Ning Zheng smiled but didn't smile.

It's like a blacksmith's new product launch.

It’s going to be born soon, in another month. The deadline is half a year of monkeying around, creating expectations and making promises again and again.

Ning Zheng also learned a lot from the blacksmith's marketing techniques.

When others become impatient and the enthusiasm dies down, they will no longer come to worship the statue or to revive the owner's ashes.

He then found ways to continue appearing in the world, hyping up the popularity, tricking them into coming here to travel, occasionally worship the statue, and trade luck points.

It means jumping back and forth between being born and not being born, and maxing out your luck value to achieve the highest cost-effectiveness.

"The tourism industry in Xirong City is very important."

Ning Zheng weighed in her mind, "If this statue is to be made into a must-visit tourist attraction, people must develop the habit of worshipping the statue, poking their fingers, and contributing to the resurrection of the owner of the manor."

At this time, in order to gain luck points, Ning Zheng easily created a wave of events that shocked the human race, but for some people who were familiar with her, it was simply shocking.

Beijing.

In the Xinhuo Imperial Academy.

Xinyi Baishan was communicating with a group of blacksmiths, forging iron, and researching the manufacture of magical tools.

This is a brand new blue ocean field and there is so much to explore.

But the broad prospects do not mean that their research speed is slow.

In order to speed up the process, they developed various tools to assist in the research.

They even cultivated a young immortal blacksmith, a blacksmith with two forging spiritual roots and a fused immortal spiritual root.

There are some new discoveries every day.

At this time, Xinyi Baishan was chatting and received the message. She was stunned:

"Rubbing bubbles, what kind of method is this?"

"Could it be that this soul doctor really has a secret trick to revive himself?"

He didn't think the other party would miss the shot.

But the other party started out as a soul-healing expert and became the number one person in Jiuzhou. He still believed that the other party's move at this time contained some big secret.

"There must be a deeper meaning." Xinyi Baishan quickly packed up and headed towards Xirong City.

Pansy Island.

Sanse Yunhong's jaw dropped in shock. "Collecting bubbles, is there such a method to awaken?"

"Isn't this method of pseudo-awakening something that only the Nine-Spiked Saint has? Moreover, this method is obviously different."

Tricolor Yunhong also believed it.

After all, everyone knows that the other party made his fortune by practicing soul medicine.

This aspect cannot be underestimated.

And this first-generation owner of the manor is dead. If he could really be resurrected, it would only be a historical stage for Jiuzhou, which can be controlled by humans: awakening.

"Go to Xinyizhou."

Sanse Yunhong looked at the images coming from the other side, and the scholars who were pointing at the bubbles one by one, and countless colorful and beautiful bubbles flew towards the statue of Xirong.

"Could it be true?" His eyes were bright, as if he had seen a rare treasure.

Cardamom Island.

Doukouhong left the spiritual root cultivation room exhausted, having just finished today's planting and cultivation work. She suddenly missed the days with the master craftsman Xirong.

After all, when we were working together, there was each other to share the burden, so there was not that much pressure.

at this time.

The head of the Doukou family called out to Doukouhong from behind, his eyes sparkling:

"Ah Hong, Master Xirong is said to be preparing to make a comeback. The other party should have known about the cooperation we are planning, right?"

Doukouhong was shocked.

The boy and girl next to them also got the news from their friends in Xirong City. Their eyes lit up and they were full of enthusiasm:
"Yes, let's contact Master Xirong. When we cooperate, there will definitely be more exchanges. We should track down their roots and protect them well."

"Right, right, right! This world is not peaceful. You can't be caught as soon as you are born."

"It would be best if our two families lived together. We used to be the number one family in Jiuzhou. When we merge with Xirong's forces, we will become a powerful alliance and truly the strongest family throughout the ages."

"Isn't that right? Men farm and women weave. We farm and they work as ironworkers. I know that beautiful and peaceful scene as soon as I think about it."

Many young men and women in their prime could not help but exclaim and look forward to their future significant other.

Everyone now knows about Xirong's power.

They are a group of passionate and confident people, and their character is guaranteed!
A group of beautiful girls are looking forward to their ideal husbands:

They are a group of heroes fighting for humanity. They must be swinging hammers in the blacksmith shop now, working for humanity without a moment's rest.
They are the best Taoist companions.

Ah Qiu!

In the blacksmith shop, Dao Jiujiu yawned, "Why do I feel like someone is thinking about me and wanting my body?"

"You're overthinking." The little blacksmith next to him was speechless, pointing at the perverts who kept jumping on the forge and laughing:
"People are scared away when they see a giggling furry creature like this. Which beauty would be interested in it?"

"By the way, what do you think of the newly logged-in human-god hidden game character race?"

"Ah? This is really fun. My consciousness moves, and the hair on my body can be used to weave Chinese knots. Look. First like this, and then like this."

The hair was slowly intertwined and woven into knots, and they had a lot of fun. In the blink of an eye, they heartlessly moved on to another topic.

(End of this chapter)