The world's first loose repair

Chapter 1 The price is clearly marked, and the old man is not deceived

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun had lost its heat, and the dark golden light sprinkled on this dead battlefield, adding a bit of solemnity and sadness.

Mu Ye poked his head out from behind a boulder, carefully surveying the surrounding environment.After confirming that there was no one around, he quickly slipped out like an agile gopher and began to rummage through the pile of corpses.

As a professional battlefield stealer, Curuye's reaction and speed are quite excellent, and his eyesight is also top-notch.After all, it is a very delicate matter to pick out valuable corpses from the dead.Without vision, valuable objects cannot be found; without speed and reaction, there is a high possibility of being executed on the spot by the law enforcement team who cleaned up the battlefield afterwards.

Curtain Leaf deftly passed one corpse after another.Most of the soldiers who died in battle were ordinary people, and they didn't have any valuables on them. Mu Ye was not interested in these corpses.The only things that can keep him there are the very few corpses of cultivators, and only those corpses have something worth taking risks: such as a small bottle of elixir, or a few talismans.

Of course, there are not many such opportunities.The cultivators who can be sent by the sect to this kind of battlefield as cannon fodder are basically insignificant characters, and the probability of carrying valuables with them is not high, so the curtain leaves are not always rewarded.

Curtain Ye ran quickly on the battlefield, as agile as a predating iron fox, stopping from time to time, checking the corpse, and then quickly rushed to the next target.

For the cause of this battle, Mu Ye didn't care.But it is said that it is the Law Enforcement Sect of Los Angeles, and the Tianlan Sect discovered a mineral vein, but this mine straddles the two cities of Los Angeles and Zhongzhou, and the Law Enforcement Sect of the two cities started a dispute over the ownership of the mine vein. A small war ensued.As for the more detailed situation, Mu Ye, a 17-year-old boy, could not understand it.

But these things, knowing or not understanding, what effect does it have on Mu Ye?Two months later, today is the "tax payment day" in Los Angeles, and the 50 taels of tax silver is what Mu Ye worries about.If the tax money cannot be paid, those law enforcement teams who claim to be the embodiment of justice and justice will mercilessly throw Mu Ye and his mother to the coolie camp.

Thinking of paying taxes, Mu Ye's originally flexible figure couldn't help but stagnate.

pay taxes?A law enforcement team that thinks it represents justice and axiom?hehe.A trace of imperceptible sarcasm and pain flashed across the corner of Mu Ye's mouth.Even though it had been three years, the unforgettable pain was like the poison of bone erosion, tormenting Mu Yeye so much that he couldn't sleep.

Three years ago, when Mu Ye was only 14 years old, he watched his father hand over his life to the Tianlan Sect in order to offset that year's tax.

It was only afterwards that Mu Ye found out that a certain great cultivator of the Tianlan Sect wanted to sacrifice a great supernatural power and needed a hundred people to be sacrificed alive.It's just that ants are still stealing their lives, and there is absolutely no one who is willing to hand over his life.So Tianlanzong increased the tax for that year to ten times the original one, and stipulated that if the household pays a penny, the tax for the year can be exempted; if the tax is not paid on time, the whole family will be sent to a coolie camp.

Coolie camp?It was a place more terrifying than the wild desert, and there was no one in ten thousand who could survive in the coolie camp for three years.

So that year, countless fathers dedicated their lives to that great monk for the sake of their wives and children.These men are ordinary and ordinary. They don't have the power to destroy the world, and they don't have the wealth that can rival a country's wealth, so they can only dedicate their humble lives to Tianlanzong in exchange for their wives. My son's lifeline.

Mu Ye's father was one of them.

That silent man with a tall and strong body and a warm and thick chest; that strong man who once led Mu Ye to capture pikas and hunt tigers and wolves were turned into a pile of ashes under the great supernatural power of the great monk of Tianlanzong.

And a year later, Tianlanzong used the same method to take away Mu Ye's mother's eyes, those beautiful eyes that once shone with wisdom, gentleness and intelligence.

A life is worth one year's tax, and a pair of eyes is worth one year's tax.This kind of transaction is very fair, the price is clearly marked, and there is no deception.The Tianlan Sect, which has always claimed to be the incarnation of justice, would never forcibly take someone's life, so this method can reflect its nobility.

Yes, what a righteous and noble Tian Lanzong? !

On many nights, Mu Ye would wake up from the nightmare sweating profusely, staring at his blood-red eyes, and muttering to himself: I really want to see what kind of great monk and what kind of supernatural power, Do you want to use my father's life to practice, and use my mother's eyes to practice?I really want to see it!

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Memories of the past quickly flowed through Mu Ye's mind, and sadness and hatred flashed across Mu Ye's handsome face.But this did not affect the speed at which he touched the corpse.Soon, Mu Ye turned over the entire battlefield.But to his disappointment, this time the gains were small.Except for a small piece of dark copper that was not very valuable, Mu Ye got nothing.

Sighing softly, Mu Ye carefully observed the surrounding corpses, making sure that no one would cheat the corpses, and then prepared to evacuate.

"Little guy, wait a minute."

Just as Mu Ye turned around, a deep and thick voice rang in his ear.

The hairs all over Mu Ye's body stood on end, and his nerves stretched like a fully stringed bow.

"There was obviously no one just now, why did a voice suddenly come out?" Mu Ye thought with a little panic in his heart.You know, going to the battlefield to touch corpses is a serious crime. Once found, Mu Ye and his mother will be executed mercilessly by the law enforcement team on the spot, without even a chance to defend themselves.

Mu Ye's body was tense, and he drew a three-inch long dagger from his waist with his right hand.If the situation is not right, Mu Ye doesn't mind fighting to the death with the other party.After all, if she died on the battlefield, her mother would be fine; but if someone found out that she was stealing the corpse on the battlefield, the consequences would be disastrous.

Mu Ye clenched the dagger tightly and turned around.

A middle-aged man appeared in Mu Ye's vision.

In this dead and silent battlefield, originally only Mu Ye was standing, but now suddenly there are more people standing, which made Mu Ye feel very awkward.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a linen robe and a pair of tattered straw sandals, very poorly dressed.However, the facial features are well-rounded, and the figure is tall, which makes people feel very friendly.Even though it was several feet away, Mu Ye could still feel wisdom and thoroughness from his long and narrow eyes.

Mu Ye's grip on the dagger could not help but loosen.Intuitively speaking, Mu Ye thinks that this middle-aged man is not a villain.

Seeing Mu Ye turn around, the middle-aged man smiled faintly, and said, "Are you interested in worshiping me as a teacher?" Please recommend and collect from fellow Taoists!
(End of this chapter)