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Chapter 2 Troubled Times Rivers and Lakes

"I must survive!"

Mo Jianyu secretly swears in his heart.

Although he was only twenty years old, he grew up in the cruelest and dirty environment in the world. He knew very well that for him, only by living can he have hope.

He was born in poverty, and his mother died of illness when he was twelve, and his father was greatly hit by it. He was drunk all day long and was also frozen to death on the street when he was 17 years old.

Mo Jian has experienced the warmth and coldness of the world. In such an era of chaos and danger, in order to seek a little food and clothing, he had no choice but to join the Soul Sect.

It’s a pity that when Mo Jianyu joined the Soul Sect, he realized that he had fallen into a more cruel situation.

Although the Soul Sect is just an ordinary sect in this troubled world, it is doing things like killing people and robbing people and seeking money and killing people!

The first rule of the Soul Gate: Once you enter the door, you will never be allowed to withdraw.

Unless you die.

When Mo Jianyu joined the Soul Sect, he was originally trying to get enough food and clothing, but unfortunately he entered the wolf's den and was controlled by others.

This trap lasted for three years.

In the past three years, Mo Jian met in the Soul Sect and was truly a life-threatening death.

The next morning.

The cold wind blew across the Central Plains, hitting the high wall of the Soul Gate, making a harsh whistling, making the two guards guarding outside the door feel the coldness of the knife. They can't help but hug the long sword tightly, huddled in the door and cursed secretly.

Inside the soul gate, a young man in a brocade dressed in brocade clothes, holding a jade pendant fan in his forehand, and carrying his hands behind his back, walked across a path made of blue bricks calmly, and then turned to a doorstep.

The iron fan stopped, looked at it for a moment, and then stepped onto the spotless doorstep, knocking on the yellow copper ring on the blue-gray door. After a cup of tea, I saw the door cracking with a crack, and a decaying old face hidden in the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

The young master Tie Fan smiled and said, "I have a shortage, please inform me."

The face of the person inside changed instantly, and he quickly opened the door and said, "So it's Mr. Tie, please come inside!"

This young man in Qing, who was called "Tie Youque", followed the old man and walked through the corridors in a circle. A trace of surprise appeared on his originally calm face. The cave here was beyond imagination. What was even more strange was that there was no sign of people quietly, and there was a silence that was silence.

Finally, he walked outside a wing room. The old man stopped and reported to the door of the wing room: "Master, Mr. Tie is here."

"Let him in."

With a dull answer, Tie Youque followed the old man into the wing room, and saw that it was even darker inside. In addition to the stale and musty smell, it also had a faint smell of medicine.

Suddenly, a window was pushed open from the outside, and the room immediately lit up. I saw that the wing room was arranged in the study, and there was a hunting picture hanging on the front wall. I saw a fierce and injured wolf surrounded by several hunters. The hunters were bent their bows and arrows to point at the ferocious wolf, with a smug look on their faces. The ferocious wolf grinned, his eyes showed a fierce light, as if he was about to see through the paper.

There is not much ink on the whole painting, but there is an invisible vitality and tragic spirit.

"You're here too early."

Tie Youque was still looking at it, but a calm voice came from the nearest. Looking closely, behind the wide desk, an old man in his fifties stood up straight.

Tie Youque smiled, "It's better to come earlier than to come later. You can also talk about the old days with the leader of Xing Sect." The old man said calmly: "There is no need to talk about the old days. I, Xing Wuqing, never talk about the old days. We have something to say, I, don't know if Mr. Tie is gambled or die this time?"

Tie Youque said: "I have to look at my prey first, whether to bet on life or death."

Xing Wuqing showed a sneer on his face, "I wonder how much Mr. Tie wants to bet this time?"

Tie Youque said: "No more or less, one hundred thousand taels of silver."

Xing Wuqing nodded and said, "One hundred thousand taels of silver is already a lot. As the young master of the iron door, the young master should be very clear that as long as it is a bet, there will be risks."

Tie Youque smiled and said, "Of course I know this."

Xing Wuqing said, "Since the young master knows it, it saves me a lot of verbal talk. But I still want to remind you that the hunters this time include Peng Hu, Nangong Chen, Tang Chonglou, Lei Hen, Fang Miaoer. Each of them is not too much for you than Mr. Tie. The young master cannot take much advantage."

Tie Youque's face changed slightly. Those names not only represent five outstanding figures in the world, but also represent five huge forces in the world. Peng Hu is the young leader of the Five Tigers Broken Gate Sword. The Five Tigers Broken Gate Sword Peng family is not only a giant black and white harem in the six provinces in Jiangbei, but also a stunning man in the world. A small part of the northern bodyguards are from Pengmen; Nangong Chen is the eldest son of the Nangong family. The Nangong family is not only one of the few wealthy people in the world, but also his private salt.

Business has spread all over the world; Tang Chonglou is the most outstanding person among the late Tang Sect's show. It is said that his hidden weapon skills are now the number one person in the Tang Sect now; Lei Hen is the youngest son of the Lei family's enemy, the Lei family's fire weapon is so powerful that all the heroes in the world are frightened by it; and Fang Miaoer is the new sect leader of the Miaoshou Sect and the youngest among the sect masters in history. The Miaoshou Sect's amnesty medicine has long been unique in the world. When it comes to Fang Miaoer's hands, it has been used to the level of being magical.

If these forces unite together, they will almost dominate the world. Although the world is big, it will be unimaginable for anyone to avoid the eyeliner and follow-up of their families.

"If the young master wants to win this Xue Valley hunt, it is not an easy thing." Xing Wuqing looked at Tie Youque with a smile.

Tie Youque said: "It is indeed difficult to win with these tricky guys as opponents, but I still want to try it. But before I start, I still want to see the prey first."

"Young Master will see the prey this time." Jing Wuqing said, "After all the hunters come tomorrow, it's not too late for the young master to see them one by one."

"No, I have to watch it now, and I have to watch it." Tie Youque said. Jing Wuqing frowned slightly, "Why?" Tie Youque said: "If I can win this time, I can earn a considerable amount. I am a little tight recently and I need this silver."

Jing Wuqing slowly shook his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Tie, rules are rules. Although I set these rules, I can't do anything randomly. If Mr. Tie sees the prey first, it would be unfair to other hunters."
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