Song Ren was currently sprawled out on the steps of the Li Residence's entrance. His heart was on tenterhooks as he looked at the two cold-faced gatekeepers. It was as if he owed them a lot of money. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He was a little nervous, but more importantly, he was feeling hot.
It was almost 2 o 'clock in the afternoon. Why hadn't Miss Li come out yet? Could it be that she stayed up all night to surf the net again?
Song Ren discreetly shifted his butt on the hot steps. It was so hot that he gritted his teeth. Fortunately, there was a large locust tree nearby that he could use to tie his horse.
In the azure sky, white clouds slowly drifted. The hot sun shone through the gaps between the leaves, reflecting mottled shadows on the steps. Song Ren shifted his butt here and felt so comfortable that he almost cried out.
The sun was good, the weather was good, and the air was even better. The only flaw was that it was cold Sprite. That guy opened it with a magnetic sound and took a sip. It was infinitely refreshing.
However — —
Song Ren looked at the entrance of the Li Residence. There were people coming and going in ancient clothes. He sighed. It seemed that this dream would never come true.
That's right, Song Ren had transmigrated. He had been on this continent for two months. As for how the host died, he really didn't know. Anyway, when he woke up, he was lying under the sun.
Therefore, Song Ren had reason to suspect that the honest Song Ren who had the same name died of heatstroke. In order to prevent the next transmigrator from taking over this' second-hand 'body, he had to find a cool place to rest.
As for what this continent was like, Song Ren didn't know. He also didn't try to find out because he had never left Ping An City where he lived for generations.
Even after transmigrating for two months, he still didn't have the chance. Because the loan sharks were always watching him. If he dared to escape, they would definitely break his dog … no, his legs.
It couldn't be helped. It was all because of his cheap father's debt.
Stay away from illegal fundraising and refuse the temptation of loan sharks.
Even he knew this slogan. He didn't know what his father was thinking. In two months, twenty thousand taels of silver turned into fifty thousand taels of silver. Tsk tsk …
Song Ren secretly glanced at the two supervisors who were sitting under the tea shed and drinking mung bean soup in the distance. He let out a long sigh.
If you want to transmigrate, then so be it. You can at least add 'Zong' to my name.
No matter what, Song Ren was still an emperor. He didn't have to worry about food and clothing, unlike now, where he had to worry about his next meal.
Although he had never gone out before, he still had some understanding of this world. This was a motherf * cking world of immortal cultivation.
Song Ren had seen with his own eyes that someone flew over his head on a flying sword, his white robes fluttering in the wind. Even he was envious of that pretentious act.
There were even people who rode all kinds of strange looking demonic beasts on the streets. It was even rumored that there were people who could shatter an entire mountain with a single punch, and there were people who could sever a river with a single slash.
In short, as long as you can't think of it, there is nothing that those powerful cultivators can't do.
Yes, it was very mythical, right?
Of course, all of this was irrelevant to Song Ren. He didn't even have enough to eat right now.
Sigh, as a transmigrator, the test that God gave him was too big.
For example, if you asked him why he was sitting here on such a hot day?
Well, he was here to sell discs. Not the kind of discs that only had two people fighting and the plot was boring, but the Purple Jade Discs.
His family had been making blank discs for generations. It was a very cheap type of jade that could store text information. As long as one put their hand on it, the text and pictures on the disc could be displayed in 3D for people to see and read.
Originally, disc makers were very popular. A few thousand years ago, a blank disc could be sold for 50 to 100 pieces of silver. If there was exclusive information and secret information, known as gossip news, it was even more valuable.
However, since the appearance of Tiandi Zhihu Web, everything changed. It was like mobile phones replacing pagers. It was sad and helpless.
There were many races and creatures on this continent. Only the human race had a large population and was easy to reproduce. Although they were flexible and good at creating inventions, their bodies were weak and were far inferior to the Goblin and other races. They were often hunted down, eaten, and enslaved by other races. They could even fly and breathe fire as soon as they were born.
The human race constantly struggled to survive in the cracks and studied cultivation methods bitterly. Until one day, when a powerful person had a breakthrough in cultivation, he vaguely sensed a natural law formed in heaven and earth. Curious, he integrated himself into it.
Until the first person who dared to eat crabs posted some words on the forum and was rewarded with points by the Tiandi Zhihu Network, which could be used to exchange for great magical powers, weapons, and elixirs for cultivation. Then, everyone rushed in.
There were even people who wrote divine novels on it, depicting heroic deeds and turning fiction into reality. After the main character walked out of the book and killed the Goblin Emperor, it was regarded as a treasure by the human race.
Now, after thousands of years, it was no different from a real network. You could browse the content on it at will without the need of an electronic screen.
For example, today's headline was: One of the four sacred sects, the Royal Sect, will begin to recruit disciples on the 12th of next month. Everyone is welcome to sign up. If you are far away, you can leave your address and receive free Griffins in the air.
The murderer who had been on the run for three years was seen in the Fog Forest today and was recorded with an image stone. Below is a high-definition picture.
A new batch of Magical Beast eggs arrived in the online shop of a super large Chamber of Commerce today. Below is the reference price. The specific private customer service was delivered to your door. If you want to return the goods, you have to pay for it yourself.
Someone posted a request for several rare medicinal herbs on the Internet. It was officially verified by the Magic Pill Masters Association. If you want it, you can contact us. Don't worry about the price.
…
Therefore, what Song Ren said just now about whether Miss Li stayed up all night to surf the Internet last night was not nonsense.
Song Ren closed his eyes and opened his mind. Soon, a network interface appeared in front of him. There were all kinds of news on it. Someone even posted a blurry picture of a certain elder in his eighties who slept with four women in one night. Song Ren read it with great interest.
There were also some videos about a certain Magical Beast hunting in the Monster Forest, all of which were shot from a distance. These were all from the animal column.
There were also pictures and descriptions of the murder scene of which sect had been annihilated today.
While reading, Song Ren turned off the Internet and sighed again.
He took out a palm-sized Purple Jade Disc from his arms. It was a piece of gossip about a handsome guy named Duanmu Yulin that he made up.
There were countless artistic photos of Duanmu Yulin on the Internet. He seemed to be a genius from a sect called the Sword Valley. The reason why he was so popular was that he posted a few artistic photos of himself saving the elderly, killing bandits, and cultivating. Coupled with his good looks, he attracted the hearts of many girls.
Li Muqing, Miss Li, was such a brainless girl who chased after celebrities. After all, the news on the Internet was limited. Some of the gossip, such as who was going to pass by today, needed money to find out.
His cheap father, Song Ren, borrowed money to buy breaking news and printed a large number of Jade Discs. In the end, the news was proven to be fake. He lost a lot of money and was now in debt of 50,000 yuan.
That's right. His father's name was Song Ren. There was only one more word in his name. Was this father not a tiger? Wasn't it shameful for his son to have such a name?
Why don't we change our names? You're called Song Laosi and I'm called Song Laowu.
He didn't have the money to buy the news, so he had to combine it with the gossip about Duanmu Yulin on the Internet. He wrote some heroic deeds about him and exaggerated his heroic image to sell it to this star-chaser.
As a Level 5 web novelist in his previous life, with millions of words, it was a piece of cake for him to come up with a story that could deceive little girls. In the past two months, he had already sold more than ten different versions of the story jade disc to Li Muqing. At the very least, he had earned some money.
But today, Li Muqing still hadn't come out.
She must have stayed up late to surf the Internet. Girls who stay up late to surf the Internet will get pimples easily.
At this moment, he vaguely heard some strange noises. He immediately turned his head, thinking that Miss Li had opened the door and come out.
No!
He listened carefully. It seemed that these noises were in his head.
He quickly shook his head. Was he getting a heatstroke?
"System activation successful. Do you want to activate it?"
Finally, a clearer voice sounded in his ear. Song Ren was overjoyed.
Oh my god, the benefits of a transmigrator. I waited for you for two months and you finally came out. I thought I was ignored by you because of my looks. What am I waiting for? Activate!
"Beep! System activation successful! "
Just as he was anticipating, the voice sounded again.
"Big Entertainment System activation successful!"
"What!?"
Song Ren didn't know how to react. Shouldn't it be one of those systems that can become stronger when you sleep, a face-slapping system, or a self-taught system? What is this Big Entertainment System?
"What is this?" Song Ren blurted out.
The two gatekeepers standing under the eaves looked at Song Ren, who was talking nonsense from the heat. One of them shook his head and gave the other a look. He then pushed the door open and went in to inform the young lady.
"Big Entertainment System," the System repeated.
"What I mean is, what can you do?"
"The System can lend money. The System has detected that the host has been unable to eat or drink because of money. The System has 50,000 taels of silver that can be used to alleviate the urgent need." The System's voice was full of temptation.
Song Ren was stunned. It can't be. Loan money? I was just scolding my father for lending money and causing trouble for me and my father. You gave me this System? You did it on purpose, didn't you?
I wasn't able to eat or drink because I didn't have anything to eat.
"No, are you kidding me?"
Song Ren was a little angry. In his previous life, and in this life, he would never lend money even if he was beaten to death.
"The System never jokes. I can lend you 50,000 taels of silver, but you have to pay back 100,000 yuan a month," the System said straightforwardly again.
"100,000 yuan? You're robbing me. You're even more ruthless than those ruffians who swindled my father. How many jade discs do I have to sell to earn 100,000 taels of silver? "Song Ren exclaimed.
"The System has detected that the [Tiandi Zhihu Web] on this mainland is very powerful. Although there is a lot of information on it, the largest is still the supreme section of the [Spiritual Book Novel Network]. There are many legendary novels and classics that can be read by paying. You can also earn author level points.
These points can be used to exchange for anything you need for cultivation on the [Tiandi Zhihu Web]. You can earn royalties and cultivate at the same time. In your previous life, the host was a web author. Writing novels is a piece of cake for you, "the System's voice sounded again.
Unexpectedly, Song Ren shook his head. "I don't want to do it. In my previous life, I suffered from cervical spondylosis, lumbar muscle strain, alopecia, and myopia because of those novels. It's hard enough for me. Now that I'm reborn, I won't be a web author even if you beat me to death."
"Don't reject it so quickly. The System has already released the first mission. The host can check the mission interface."
After the System finished speaking, a mission interface that was different from the one on the [Tiandi Zhihu Web] appeared in front of Song Ren. It recorded his mission page in detail.
New Mission: Register as a writer on the [Tiandi Zhihu Web].
Mission Reward: You can choose a novel that you think is good. The System will automatically generate it based on your memories from when you were alive. Then, it will charge you for one month. "
Song Ren suddenly froze in place.
Damn, System, you're too ruthless. I can't even be a salted fish even if I want to. However, I'm just registering as a writer, and the reward is to automatically generate a novel? Is this for real?
Creak ~
Just as Song Ren was about to fly into a rage, the door of the Li Residence finally opened with a heavy sound. Song Ren turned around and saw Li Muqing with red eyes.
Damn, I haven't even cried yet. Did you fall out of love or gain weight?
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