Villain Boss Raiders [Transmigration Book]

The world is divided into sixteen prefectures, nine prefectures in the north and south, seven prefectures in the east and west, and three prefectures near the sea. The most remote city is called Haijiao City.

The blessed land of fairy mountains is dedicated to monks. The northern four prefectures are the site of Taoist cultivators, while the southern five prefectures have many Buddha cultivators.And these three states near the sea are full of demons and evil cultivators.

There is a clear line between monks and mortals.

But in some places, they are mixed together and it is difficult to separate them.This is the case in the three Linhai states, and Haijiao City is the best among them. It has always been famous for people, monsters, and Taoism living together.

Although Meng Cang was not good at using swords, he was away from home, and the places he went were far away. It would be too extravagant to use the magic that shrinks the ground to an inch. He still flew with the sword. After three days, he traveled across dozens of states from the north and landed Near Cape City.

There are many low hills here, and the sea breeze blows over the top of the head repeatedly during the day, and the wet and salty breath pours into the nostrils.As far as the eye can see, the weather is clear and cloudless, but there are hawkers operating the tea stalls in the sheds beside the official road, which is a bit strange.

It was the first time for Meng Cang to come down the mountain so far, and while looking around, he understood that there was something strange here, and he remembered the matter of "practicing in the world" that his master told him when he was alive. Step forward, with a calm heart, slow down, and enter the city together with the long dragon-like team at the gate of the city.

Naturally, his eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people. From a distance, he noticed that the city guards were checking the passers-by, and they must be much stricter than usual.

Something happened to this city?

Brother's wife and children are not complete mortals, I hope they haven't been involved in the inner city affairs, don't let him be late.

There was a group of merchants lined up in front of him. After dealing with the city guards, they were very unhappy and could not enter the city. The leader of the merchants began to yell:

"We are businessmen, and we have come to the east side once or twice. The goods are all purchased according to the requirements of the people inside. Now we are stopped outside and can't get the rest of the money. Isn't it a loss of money?"

The city guard stood up straight, lit his halberd, looked impatient, lifted his tired eyelids, and said bluntly: "Can the goods be worth their lives? If you are not allowed to go in, it is to save your life to go home and inquire carefully. Here No matter what happens, dare to come!"

The leader was answered with a sentence, and he stepped up, boldly continued to reason: "It's not the first time here, what dare you?"

The city guard spit at him: "Can it be the same before as now? I don't know what's good or bad."

He didn't explain anything, when the voice of the officer behind him urged him, he had no choice but to push away the business traveler who was in the way, and ordered Meng Cang to go up for interrogation.

Meng Cang stepped forward, stood still, and looked at the city guard quietly.

The city guard quickly glanced at the white-clothed Taoist priest with a long body and a sword in one hand, and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Meng Cang replied in a clear voice: "Qingyao Mountains, Qingjing Gate."

"Eh..." The city guard who knew little about the world of ascetics immediately looked at the officer behind him, who approached and took over the interrogation, and asked, "Are you not an ordinary person? Do you have any documents? Do you know what happened here?" , is something going to happen?"

Meng Cang opened his mouth and was about to answer when the exclamation of the leader of the business traveler who was refused to enter the city and sent away suddenly sounded in his ears:

"How did that person fly in!"

Meng Cang raised his head, and there was only a straight trace of Yujian flying in the sky above the city gate.

The leader was angry and said to the officer: "The rules in this city are only for us little people?"

The officer gave him a blank look: "Otherwise? You go and stop that rampage just now? You can fly up!"

The leader was so annoyed that he wished he could catch a monk on the spot to escort his caravan, and take him to fly there too, so as not to suffer such embarrassment.

As soon as this idea popped up in his head, he saw the little Taoist priest in white who was standing quietly in front of him draw out the blade of his sword, threw it into the air, and flew over him. He also learned how to enter the city.

The leader hurriedly shouted: "Master, can you bring the villain into the city? The price is negotiable!"

Meng Cang flew halfway, backed up, nodded, and agreed.

The leader was overjoyed, rubbing his hands together and putting on the front cover: "The villain's surname is Wang, it's fine for the expert to call me Old Wang."

Meng Cang nodded his head, "Master Wang."

Lao Wang continued to ask east and west: "Maybe an expert tell you your surname?"

Meng Cang: "Meng."

Old Wang said happily, "That's Meng Gao."

Meng Cang inserted the blade back into the scabbard, and did not show any emotion of accepting or rejecting the usual monk's title of rolling his eyes.

The shopkeeper Old Wang greeted him, took the rest of the staff, straightened his back, walked to the city guard again, and teased: "Now, can we go in?"

The city guard was very helpless, he could even bump into such a thing as temporarily pulling a monk to guard him: "Come on, don't blame no one reminding you if something goes wrong, go in."

into the city.

"Meng Gao, it's really thanks to your care this time."

Old shopkeeper Wang pulled Meng Cang's sleeve and refused to let go, and asked along the Qingjingmen: "Is your division well-known in the north? How do you generally charge the commission for escorts..."

Speaking of the back, it has completely gone wrong.

"Meng Gao, you are the most handsome person I have ever seen in my life. Are you getting married? Pooh, pee, look at the mouth of the villain, I forgot that you are a Taoist... probably Cannot be married."

Meng Cang: "Can be married."

Shopkeeper Wang suddenly became energetic: "Isn't there a housewife in your family? Why don't you go home with the villain and have a look. The villain has a young girl who is only 12 years old... She is a little young, but after two years, she will be gone." Incomparably crisp and beautiful, it just matches you..."

Meng Cang stopped and looked at the nagging shopkeeper.

Old shopkeeper Wang felt a little panicked when he saw him, and hurriedly added: "It's okay if you don't want to be a regular wife, but it's good to be a girl who relieves you after practicing cultivation, isn't it?"

Meng Cang's tone was a bit cold, with no expression on his face: "This year, I will be 110 years old."

Old shopkeeper Wang made a serious face: "What kind of person do you think the villain is? Do you think the villain is that kind of person who dislikes his son-in-law who is a few rounds older than himself? It is too much to underestimate the realm of the villain. The villain... the villain People are also people who have traveled all over the world for many years."

For the first time in Meng Cang's life, he felt boundless remorse, regretting that he had helped this inexplicably daring little boss once on a whim.

He held the sword and looked at Old Wang: "Since you have already entered the city, let's not pass here."

Old shopkeeper Wang was stunned, with a hint of joy to himself: "Could it be that you don't want commission anymore?"

Meng Cang: "No."

Old shopkeeper Wang secretly laughed, and said with a smile: "Meng Gao is righteous, but you have to go first, why don't you send the villain to the merchant where you are going first? Is it reasonable to start well and end well?"

Meng Cang looked down at him: "I don't want to marry a wife."

After all, holding the sword, he still followed the shopkeeper.

Old shopkeeper Wang was startled again, after pondering for a long time, he probably figured out that this person was advising him not to be a matchmaker.

Marriage is allowed by the sect, and the appearance is in the prime of life, so you don't want to marry a wife, what kind of weird temper is it?

But since he was warned, he didn't dare to harass him any more, he was quiet for a while, and only spoke again when he waited until the door of the shop where the delivery was to be made.

"Xiao Shen, Xiao Hai, Xiao Yao, Xiao Zhu, come down to unload!"

As the voice fell, four guys in blue shirts jumped out of the truck. They were all tall and mighty, muscular and powerful. No wonder the shopkeeper dared to argue with Chengwei.

"master."

A delicate voice came from the carriage, and old shopkeeper Wang hurried up to restrain the woman and prevent her from getting out of the carriage.

When Meng Cang turned his head, he happened to catch a glimpse of the woman's face, which was very beautiful.

The old shopkeeper Wang said in a sly voice: "The concubine is stupid, don't ask her to dirty the eyes of the master."

Meng Cang said lightly, "Yes."

The old shopkeeper Wang greeted the carriage again: "Sasha, you go to sleep for a while, and my husband will carry you in later."

The delicate-looking concubine didn't make a sound, she seemed to be obedient and fell asleep.

Four tall and strong guys began to move wooden boxes into the store.

Meng Cang looked up and saw the signboard of this destination, "Fengyue Building".

Inside the door, you can vaguely see several beautifully dressed women, and a stage surrounded by a circle of lanterns, on which girls are singing and dancing gracefully.

Most ascetics look down on mortals, and those with great powers directly regard them as ants.

Even if they look at them with an ordinary mind, they also follow the order of the world, and divide a high ground for these people.

Brothel women, in the world of others, are mostly classified as the lowest class, even if they are beautiful, they are just playthings worth noting.

Meng Cang is different.

He has his own way, his own world.

He saw that the women in that building had the same color and the same state of mind as the buddies and shopkeepers around him, or the people in the sect who were thousands of miles away.

After seeing it at a glance, knowing the truth, it is over, and I won't linger any more.

Ruthless and unbiased.

Cultivating ruthlessness is also a matter of equality for all beings.

Therefore, in the world, he is the only one who talks about cultivating the ruthless way in his mouth, body and heart.

After all the boxes were unloaded, the shopkeeper Lao Wang came to the accountant in the building, and opened one of the lids graciously, revealing the goods inside—it turned out to be pieces of tender tofu that looked like white jade.

"Old Yan? Come to inspect the goods! We will leave it to you."

The accountant Yan didn't even look at it, and refused: "What time is it, which one has the time to pay for your tofu, throw away the first payment, and take this tofu with you, hurry up and get out of here."

The shopkeeper Lao Wang was shut down repeatedly, and his anger came back again. He was just about to explode, and angrily scolded this broken person who did business without trust, but was stopped by the experts around him.

Meng Cang raised his sword to block the shopkeeper Wang, and said, "Is there a plague in the city?"

There is no sign of war in these cities in the east. Such martial law is usually related to the plague.

Yan Zhangfang wrinkled his old face like an orange peel: "If it's a plague, it's fine to run away... or die, at least I know how to die."

Old shopkeeper Wang seemed to have swallowed an egg: "What? You can't leave the city yet?"

Accountant Yan picked up the account book, rolled it up, and knocked him on the head: "I didn't inquire before I came, and I couldn't leave the city long ago! I'm afraid that the time you two spent here will be recorded, and you can't go out."

Shopkeeper Wang shuddered in fright: "It's so scary? What's going on? When we came last time, wasn't it fine? It's only been more than a year..."

Yan Zhangfang sighed: "It's hard to say for a while, the notice has been pasted on the wall in front of the city lord's mansion, and a huge reward is offered for an expert to come forward to clean up the mess. I see that the little brother in white next to you is not like ordinary people, maybe you can give it a try." .”

Old shopkeeper Wang laughed: "You have a bit of eyesight."

He leaned to the right, wanting to pat him on the shoulder, to show off his connections, but he missed it, staggered, looked straight, and found that Meng Cang had already walked to the City Lord's Mansion in a blink of an eye.

"Meng Gao! Meng Gao, wait for the villain!"

The shopkeeper Lao Wang was out of breath, and finally chased Meng Cang in front of the city lord's mansion.

Meng Cang stood in an alley near the notice, quietly watching the surging crowd.

But among the countless monks in strange clothes, there was a tall, thin man in gray and white shirt with a loose gourd around his waist and a sandalwood fan in his hand.

"I took this order!"

The crowd ridiculed for a while, and then another arrogant person came straight, as if seeing this person coming forward with the same confidence as himself, dejected and trapped in the city.

The gate of the city lord's mansion opened, and the two guards with some basic cultivation looked at the man in the gray shirt holding the notice in one hand:

"It was you who took off the notice?"

"it's me."

"If you can't complete the task in this notice, it will inevitably delay the time to leave the city, but you have to be trapped with the people in the city, and you don't know when you will be trapped. If you make up your mind, follow me in."

"Well, I'm thinking about it now."

The mansion guard nodded, took a pen and paper, and said that he must write down the name of the strong man first, and make an identity plate for him to enter and exit the city lord's mansion.

Everyone was evacuating here one after another, but they were suddenly shocked by the thunderous reply from the flat ground.

"Yaoqing Qunshan, Xiaoyaozong, Zhongzhuan."

Among the crowd, there are some people with insight, and many of them have heard of the sect or their elders have mentioned the two famous sects of this cultivating sect.

These two great sects are ranked as double venerables, but they happen to be located in the same snow mountain range, one is named Qingjingmen, and the other is named Xiaoyaozong.

The Xiaoyaozong mentioned by the man who removed the notice, combined with the previous sentence "Yaoqing Qunshan", is probably the behemoth of the latter.

Only Xiaoyaozong deserves three points of respect. This person later said that his name is "Zhongzhuan"?

Just now he laughed at this monk who recklessly came here to do porcelain work, swallowed his breath, and waited for the people around him to come forward and ask: "Your Excellency, are you Mr. Zhong Zhuan Zhong Farewell?"

"I'm not."

It seemed to fall in one breath.

The man in the gray shirt opened the sandalwood fan in his hand with a half-smile, "Who else is?"

Surprise and fear turned into speechless in a burst of sighs.

Is this person a fake?

"Farewell to Xiaoyao Bell, clean Meng Hengliu."

Of these two young genius Daoxiu who have become famous in the cultivation world in recent years, one of them has this kind of temperament?

"Meng Gao, the villain listened a bit, the place where this guy came from, why is it a bit similar to the place where your sect is..."

Old shopkeeper Wang knew nothing about the monks, those expressions, and what was in his heart. He only heard the sentence "Yaoqing Qunshan", remembering the "Qingyao Qunshan" that Meng Cang said just now, and subconsciously looked at him .

Meng Cang didn't lie either: "It's a place."

Old shopkeeper Wang was confused: "Then what is it, 'Yaoqing Qunshan' or 'Qingyao Qunshan'? You can't have two names for one place..."

Meng Cang: "Why can't you have two names?"

Old shopkeeper Wang said dryly: "This lock can't open two doors, and one girl can't marry two men..."

Meng Cang looked at him, there were many examples that could be dismissed, but he didn't bother to dismiss them, he just turned to smile and said, "Here, what you said is also good."

Old Shopkeeper Wang heaved a sigh of relief, seeing Meng Cang turned his head to leave, he hurriedly chased after him and said, "You and that one came from the same place, so it's not guaranteed that they are not relatives, do you want to go up and say hello?"

Meng Cang: "No need."

Old shopkeeper Wang said in a daze, "You don't know him?"

Meng Cang: "I don't want to know him."

This reply completely confused Old Shopkeeper Wang. Did he really not know him, or did he pretend not to know him because he was afraid of being involved in the task of the City Lord's Mansion?

"Do you have a place to live?"

The shopkeeper Lao Wang caught up with Meng Cang and warmly invited him to live with him in Fengyue Tower: "The villain's experience is considered a loss. If that guy doesn't let us live in, he must smash his shop? You and Xiao Let’s go live together, forgive him for not daring to drive us out..."

Meng Cang thought about the noisy silk and bamboo music in the brothel, shook his head and said, "I still have something to do."

The old shopkeeper Wang continued to persuade: "It's just a place to live, so I won't delay your business... There is no girl who can accompany you to have a meal... Then at night, we brothers can chat on the same bed and one quilt, and follow you everywhere Let’s start with talking, Lao Wang, I’m very good at chatting... and if something happens, we have a help... For example, what kind of sneak attack by monsters and ghosts..."

After a lot of talking, the old treasurer Wang finally got to the point.

He heard along the way that this place was not safe, and he was afraid that he would be clicked by an unknown person in the middle of the night without knowing it.

This man surnamed Meng has always been calm, he is not an ordinary person, and it is always right to be around him.

Meng Cang looked at this rough-looking man with a big voice and a timid heart, and said helplessly, "Yeah."

This is agreed.

Shopkeeper Wang immediately said happily: "The villain asked Fengyuelou to quickly clean up the first room for us."

Meng Cang raised two fingers: "Two."

The old shopkeeper Wang said in embarrassment: "If the villain sleeps next door to you, wouldn't he be the old king next door?"

Meng Cang didn't understand what he meant: "Two rooms, stay away."

Shopkeeper Wang jumped up and grabbed his slender fingers, fearing that he would take them back: "Two rooms! Just two next door! The wall can make a hole with your legs!"

With a little force, Meng Cang pulled back his fingers and put his sleeves behind his back.

The old shopkeeper Wang got his wish and patted him on the shoulder: "Meng Gao has been exhausted all the way, and when I get back, I will order my buddy to stew the most tender tofu for you."

A strange emotion flowed through Meng Cang's heart, but it didn't stop.

Meng Cang turned his head to look at him: "You sell tofu?"

Old shopkeeper Wang was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how he noticed this problem, he laughed and patted the little Taoist priest's slightly thin shoulders hard in a blink of an eye:

"That is, the ancestral tofu shop. We are the owner of the shop. It is the largest tofu shop in the town. It sells well. Whoever eats it will know! Is this business even here in Haijiao City in the east?"

After finishing speaking, a big grin bloomed, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth inlaid with three pieces of gold.

The author has something to say:

Hahahaha, I really love this meme.

Does anyone still remember the shopkeeper Mei who twisted the waist of the bucket and harassed the tavern chef Zhou Yan?